Bamboo Forest Manager

There were several incidents.

Due to the provocative action from Seo Yerin, there was an incident where I couldn’t leave the bathroom until things calmed down because my lower half became stiff.

Nonetheless, the editing progressed smoothly.

Click.

Swoosh.

I was feeling like a real professional while editing and belatedly sipping on the energy drink I ordered after much delay.

I realized that editing a short film roughly 30 minutes long, was a surprisingly difficult task, not to mention the filming part.

No joke, it seemed like several scenes needed to be re-shot, including scenes that naturally transitioned from the surroundings to the actor, or scenes that required a separate background.

Surprisingly, the idea of creating a separate typography for the title was resolved on the spot.

“Oh, truly a design major.”

Thanks to the other friend who was in the design department, they quickly did it for me on the spot.

Having their own tablet, they drew it and sent it to me via email immediately, and I absolutely loved the title they slapped on it. This allowed me to easily grab a few seconds for the introduction.

“It’s not really because I’m in the design department, but I’ve enjoyed doing this kind of thing since high school.”

“It’s really beautiful. Thank you for this.”

I was genuinely grateful for the help she rendered, so I quickly pulled up the order screen and said,

“I’ll buy you one. Choose anything.”

“I want mixed grain shake!”

“I’ll have black bean.”

I don’t know why these weirdos are butting in.

Yu Arin and Seo Yerin dashed over as if they had been waiting for me to ask, but I easily ignored them.

“What would you like?”

When I asked, the friend from design pointed at an iced Americano with a bright smile.

Seo Yerin placed her hand over mine that was holding the mouse, just as I was about to click. She tried forcing me to add more to the order by applying pressure.

Even though I considered myself weak, I thought I wouldn’t lose to a girl when it came to strength, but it became unexpectedly difficult when Yu Arin suddenly joined in.

“Lo-lose it… you guys!”

“Order it!”

“Me, I want my shake!”

I don’t know why these crazy girls are being so stubborn today.

It felt like I was really going to lose control of the mouse if things continued like this.

So I grabbed Yu Arin’s waist that was right in front of me, and applied pressure.

“Hyah?!”

Yu Arin, startled, turned briskly around. Thanks to that, the energy drink I had opened earlier got knocked over.

“Hey! You spilled it!”

“Pervert freak!”

“Ah, Yu Arin, really. You’re the worst of all. Don’t ever go to the military.”

“Are you crazy?!”

Yu Arin, her face turning red, hugged her body as if crossing her arms.

Is this the first time she’s done this?

Luckily, she didn’t spill it on the keyboard or any equipment, so we were safe.

Seo Yerin quickly grabbed a cloth and helped wipe the desk. At times like this, being quick to act is more helpful than I thought.

The design major awkwardly smiled, spun her chair, and returned to her own seat.

Yu Arin grumbled and kicked my chair once before sharply turning her head to resume watching the drama she was watching before.

“Give it to me. I’ll wipe it for you.”

“No, I want to wipe it.”

Seo Yerin deliberately stretched out to wipe my spot. I wondered if it was really necessary for her to do this much cleaning. Then, Seo Yerin tears open a disposable tissue she brought with the cloth, smiles broadly, and reaches her hand out.

“You got some here too.”

“…!?”

My body stiffened involuntarily.

Because Seo Yerin was touching my lower half.

Precisely, Seo Yerin, whose hand had reached near my groin, began to wipe carefully at my pants, which were not wet at all.

I was going to tell her not to do it, but it felt surprisingly good. Strength was gradually building up in my lower half…

‘Ah, no. This isn’t right.’

This could lead to big trouble for me.

Considering this is a public place and Yu Arin was right beside us. If I’m not careful, I might impulsively grab Seo Yerin and head to a nearby motel.

“……”

Feeling a sharp gaze, I turned my head slightly, only to see Yu Arin looking at us with a truly disgusted expression.

Seo Yerin, who was still wiping at me diligently, saying it’s still precious, seemed not to notice, and so her hand didn’t stop.

“Ah…”

With a faint sigh, I felt a seductive and hot breath touch my pants. I quickly grabbed Seo Yerin’s neck from behind and pulled her right back.

“Choke!”

Though technically, I should have grabbed her the other way around, but whatever. For now, I managed to bring Seo Yerin back to her original position.

Seo Yerin, who had this regretful look on her face, finally noticed that Yu Arin was watching us and stretched her face towards the monitor in embarrassment.

Once she flips the switch, she either goes all out, but as soon as it’s off, she returns to her usual pretense of innocence as Seo Yerin.

And that pisses me off a lot.

“The fuck?”

Finally, Yu Arin, who had said something, sprang up and charged at me.

Thud!

Yu Arin’s delicate hand grabbed my neck and slammed me backward.

“Choke movement, you bastard!”

My head hit the back of the chair, causing the backrest to lean far backwards. The chair must be of good quality because it felt like it went back almost 180 degrees.

My liver experienced a choke slam but it didn’t hurt. However, Yu Arin still didn’t let go of my hand, gritting her teeth and whispering in my ear.

“Asshole, this is a public place. There are kids around.”

“That’s something you should say to your friend… Ugh! I’m sorry!”

Yu Arin applied more pressure to cut my excuse off from finishing, so I backed down immediately, sighing and brushing my bangs back.

“Ah, what a damn beast.”

“What’s that! Say that to Seo Yerin.”

Yu Arin, seemingly furious, turned back with a harsh breath. I was just adjusting my neck, trying to get back to editing when,

“How about this design?”

Seems like they had fun in the design department, creating a typography with different text for me.

“…Just a moment.”

The blood had rushed to my lower half and hadn’t yet subsided, so I needed to sit down for a bit.

‘Maybe I should just go home.’

Maybe I’ll go and write a review of using a Tenga.

“Yawn.”

It must have been because I stayed up all night at the PC café yesterday that I ended up waking up late on Sunday.

I received high praise from senior Ju-hee early in the morning for the video I sent, saying it was the best, and replied ‘no’ to Choi Yiseo, who asked if I was going to exercise today.

I was browsing through the Bamboo Forest while making something with bread for a simple breakfast.

Even though I check it every day, it somehow felt like it’s been a long time.

Maybe because it’s the weekend, the religious clubs were actively participating.

• Anonymous77: JLY! The Lord loves you. Immediate membership available if you come to the East. Cross gift. Grade doesn’t matter

  (｡♥‿♥｡).

• Anonymous88: Namo Amitabha. The Buddhist Practice Association welcomes you anytime. Chanting practice every Friday, hiking once a month, today is a day for mind training.

• Anonymous185: The Non-religious Club supports everyone. There is no god. If you’re bored, just mock the zealots and the baldies around us.

↳ Anonymous77: Satan, begone!

↳ Anonymous88: Namo Amitabha.

↳ Anonymous185: Easy, right? Just wait for them to have a fit.

“Sigh.”

Why do they act up the most when it’s buzzing with people?

Like Yu Arin experienced before, touching on religious clubs on a Sunday only ends up making the Bamboo Forest dirtier for no reason.

Since club promotion posts are limited to three a day, if it goes over, I wait with the intention of giving a day’s suspension and look at other posts.

• Anonymous103: I’m sure it was midterms yesterday, why is it finals now already?

↳ Anonymous221: For real

↳ Anonymous91: For real

↳ Anonymous88: For real, I feel it

↳ Anonymous185: Go chant your prayers, you damn monk.

↳ Anonymous11: Shut up 185. Don’t muddy the waters for no reason.

↳ Anonymous145: It’s funny hearing that from a brawler;

• Anonymous90: I want to have se*x!

↳ Anonymous75: Now this one’s truly the se*x god.

↳ Anonymous85: At this point, someone give it to him!

• Anonymous69: I want to have se*x!

↳ Anonymous319: Too late, right?

↳ Anonymous75: How does it feel to become a fake?

↳ Anonymous11: Just fuck off. You sympathy-seeking bastard.

• Anonymous98: Starting the weekend morning with a lewd pic I found. (Photo)

↳ Anonymous189: ? It’s a dog.

↳ Anonymous52: Fuck, a bestiality freak.

↳ Anonymous110: Shouldn’t this guy really be expelled from the board?

↳ Anonymous11: Is there a department at Gahyeon University that teaches how to be a fucking mess? Why are there so many fucked-up people around us?

• Anonymous44: A cheerful ghost story from Japan. It happened at a shrine in the countryside…

• Anonymous59(Admin1): Watched ‘Hwanmongjeon’ yesterday, it was super fun. Recommend something similar.

↳ Anonymous113: Don’t you remember the firestorm over ‘Setoe’ and ‘Hwanmongjeon’? The admin was throwing logs into it.

↳ Anonymous59(Admin1): ㅗ

↳ Anonymous113: Anything less than ‘Setoe’ is trash. You’ll forget ‘Hwanmongjeon’ after watching that.

↳ Anonymous59(Admin1): ㅗ

↳ Anonymous113: Fuck. I’m going to contact the administrator.

A real inquiry came from 113 soon after.

“Ugh.”

Why is this one fighting in the Bamboo Forest since lunchtime?

I stretched and got up after liking the post by Yu Arin, who could be considered the epitome of a manager now.

Thanks to staying up all night editing, I had found some leisure time again.

But with final exams coming up, I decided to quickly finish up and take a shower, thinking I should get it over with.

‘Should I go to the PC café again?’

I didn’t like the idea of going to the PC café again. But it’s not like I could afford a computer again either.

Especially since I was going to be working part-time during the winter break and is destined to move into the dormitory starting sophomore year.

‘Ugh, how annoying.’

I quickly washed up, put a hat on, and headed out when my phone rings again.

• Choi Yiseo -

“Yes, this is Kim Woojin, who knows the golden ratio of seven strawberry jams to three peanut butters for toast.”

• …What’s with the concept this time?

“Just had some bread.”

• You know that’s not funny, right?

“If I were a fun person, I’d be popular.”

• What are you doing?

“Just doing something.”

• Why are you like this today?

“…Going to the PC café. To finish an assignment.”

• Zero PC Café?

“Yeah. Pulled an all-nighter yesterday and planning to do it again today.”

• That’s impressive.

Choi Yiseo chuckles softly on the other end of the line.

• Let’s go together. I’m bored at home too.

“You have Minji at home.”

• Can’t bother Minji right now, she’s binge-watching dramas.

Ugh.

“Let’s meet at the PC café. Whoever arrives first should call the other.”

• Okay.

Looks like I’m hanging out with Choi Yiseo today.

Humming about having a subtitle slave, I arrived at the PC café. Since I got there first, I called Choi Yiseo and greeted Chan-woo at the counter.

“You’re here too?”

“…Here too?”

As I asked what he meant while listening to the dial tone, Chan-woo pointed to the seats right in front.

There, indeed, was an all-star lineup.

Pyo Jinho, Kang Han-kang, and Ahn Hyeon-ho were all sitting in a row.

“…Why are they here?”

“Han Kang hyung and Jinho hyung are going to the military. They said they’re ticketing for the UI concert before they leave.”

“How can they look so bad just by looking at their faces? Why is Ahn Hyeon-ho here then?”

“They said they called him? To help with the ticketing.”

I wasn’t contacted though?

Why do I feel like I’m being ostracized by them?

• Hello? Are you there already?

“Breaking news, Ahn Hyeon-ho is here.”

• …Can we go to another PC café then?

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