## Chapter 2 – My Childhood Friend Was My Ballhood Friend. (2)
“I’ll buy the drinks, you order the snacks.”
On the way to my place, Jung Se-in went into a convenience store and said that.
“Snacks? What, like tteokbokki?”
“Are you crazy? Tteokbokki? What are you, a pussy? Order chicken, chicken.”
Crazy bitch. Who’s calling who a pussy? She’s the one with the pussy.
Well, I guess thinking of tteokbokki first when she said snacks does make me seem a bit like a pussy.
“Shit.”
At this rate, Jung Se-in with the pussy is more like a dude, isn’t she?
Since when did I become such a pussy?
This must be the influence of my ex.
She hammered the idea that all women go crazy for tteokbokki into my head.
So, when Jung Se-in mentioned snacks, tteokbokki naturally came to mind first.
Jung Se-in is a woman. Women like tteokbokki.
But that wasn’t the case with Jung Se-in.
Chicken? What are you, a dude?
More importantly, are you really a woman?
“Soju? Beer?”
“Whatever.”
“Then I’ll buy both. It’s hot, so wait outside.”
“What?”
“Hurry.”
There’s a girl kicking people out of convenience stores because it’s hot.
I was kicked out of the convenience store by Jung Se-in.
“Haa.”
My head was a mess.
Starting with the fact that Jung Se-in is a woman, and a bunch of other stuff.
Life really doesn’t go the way you want it to. Sigh.
“Hey. Let’s go.”
Jung Se-in came out of the convenience store with an armful of soju and beer.
“How much are you planning to drink to buy that much?”
“Shut up. Did you order the chicken?”
“Ah. Not yet. What should I order?”
“Ugh, just order something!”
“Okay, I’ll order it now. I’m ordering it.”
It’s funny.
Even when my head is a mess, talking nonsense with her makes me forget everything. Like we’re really close friends.
“If only you weren’t a girl.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
We’re friends, but…
Even when we’re talking, there are times when something gets stuck in my throat.
It’s probably because she’s a girl.
I can’t make sex jokes, and I can’t really use harsh language.
Even if it’s her, I should be a little… considerate in front of a woman, right?
“Ugh. Are we almost there?”
“Almost there.”
“You live in the boonies.”
“Sorry for living in the boonies. Should I carry the drinks?”
“It’s okay, we’re almost there.”
Hmm.
No matter how I think about it, it feels like I’m talking to a male friend.
If I don’t look at her, anyway…
“What?”
“Huh.”
…But once I look at her, it’s breathtaking.
Those tits, that ass.
How can I treat such a female as a friend?
“Hey, I can’t do this.”
“What?”
“Don’t come to my place.”
“Are you crazy? What are you talking about? Wanna die?”
“Ha.”
I might actually get killed today.
I have to be careful not to touch her by accident.
*
My place is a tiny studio apartment in a three-story villa.
It was supposed to be the love nest with my girlfriend after I got out of the army.
But my girlfriend dumped me as soon as I was discharged.
“Shit.”
I thought my girlfriend had waited for me until I finished my military service.
But to her, I was already nothing.
She just left me alone because she didn’t have to see my face and I wasn’t bothering her.
But when I started showing my face after being discharged, she officially dumped me.
Like an idiot, I looked for a place to live with my girlfriend after I got out of the army, and the studio I signed a lease for was closer to her school than mine.
“Hehehe. Idiot.”
Jung Se-in laughed when she heard my story.
I couldn’t argue with being called an idiot. Honestly, I would have laughed too.
I was too embarrassed to talk about this anywhere else. But the story just flowed out in front of this bastard. Is it because of the alcohol?
“Shit. What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend? Do you think I would?”
“No.”
I don’t know why, but the idea of a boyfriend didn’t suit the person in front of me, Jung Se-in.
She’s a beauty that would make any man’s head turn. But strangely, it doesn’t seem like she’d have a boyfriend.
Why? Is it just because I want her not to?
This is a strange thought too.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“I knew it.”
“But I have a lot of girlfriends.”
“Bullshit. I have a lot of guy friends too, you know?”
“Not that. I mean girlfriends as in lovers.”
Gulp.
I downed a glass of soju and beer in one go.
“Are you talking about those girls from earlier?”
“Yeah.”
I thought there was something a little different about that group of women compared to ordinary girls.
The group itself was glamorous, and each person stood out.
They were the kind of people who would be the most noticeable even if they were in different groups.
And those women were all in one group.
But a lesbian group?
Hearing that made sense.
Hmm. I thought I was young and hip.
The world is changing much faster than I thought.
I’m getting old.
“So? Which one? Was it the one I had a fight with?”
“All of them.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but it was.
“All of them? You’re all dating each other?”
“Not like that. Each of them is my girlfriend.”
“All of them are your girlfriends?”
“Yeah. Jealous?”
“Hell yeah, I’m jealous!”
Wow. Is this the kind of fucked up world we live in?
Someone gets dumped by their girlfriend and mopes around, while someone else has a dozen girlfriends hanging around?
If this bastard were a guy, I could punch him in the face and get away with it. Wow, shit.
“Hehehe. So you’re jealous?”
Jung Se-in laughed with a look of realization on her face.
“Hey, think about your ex-girlfriend.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Just think about her. And imagine there are ten of her.”
“……”
Selfish, emotional, self-centered, irrational, and impossible to communicate with, a beast in human form.
There are ten of them?
“Imagine dating those ten girlfriends at the same time.”
“Stop.”
I felt like I was falling into an abyss I couldn’t escape, so I cut Jung Se-in off.
“Do you get it now? What kind of situation I’m in.”
Then Jung Se-in downed her glass.
I stared blankly at the sight.
Is this it? The reason women fall for her.
The way she holds the glass, the lips touching the glass, the sound of the alcohol going down her throat.
Every movement was art. I was so mesmerized that I stared without realizing it.
Add to that a gloomy expression and a few cynical words, and Jung Se-in herself became a work of art.
“…I get it now. Your level.”
“Right?”
I felt like I wanted to die because it was so fucked up.
Seriously. What do I get?
If only I was born with that kind of face…
And the breasts, the ass, the body, the head size, the skin, the voice…
Shit. There’s so much to change.
“I’m just going to live like this. Like an idiot.”
“Yeah. That’s what the Dick King should do. Hehehe.”
“Hey. Stop calling me that. I’m not a kid.”
“What’s wrong with it? You’re the Dick King because your dick is huge, right?”
“Haa……”
I felt like the alcohol was rushing to my head at Jung Se-in’s teasing words.
“Are you still bragging about your big dick?”
“Shut up. Do you think I’m a kid?”
“Why? You should brag even more since you’re not a kid.”
“Oh, seriously.”
It was a difficult question. How to treat this bastard.
As a woman, or as a ballhood friend I’ve seen everything of.
She probably knows it too.
That I’m still confused.
So she keeps sending signals like this.
Signals to treat her the same as before.
“Yeah, shit. I’m still bragging about it. Happy now? It’s dangling like this! Huh?”
I got up from my seat and shook my hips.
Twerking.
Usually, you turn around and shake your ass, but I faced forward and shook my dick.
Dangling! Even through my clothes, you could see the thing inside dangling.
“Keuheuhahaha!”
And Jung Se-in burst out laughing when she saw that.
Encouraged by that, I shook my pelvis even more fiercely.
“Dangling! Bastard! Huh? Dangling!”
“Peuheuhahah! Stop! Stop it! Hehehe?!”
What kind of crazy thing is this in the middle of the night?
It was the kind of crazy thing even elementary schoolers don’t do these days.
But it was fun even though it was crazy because it was the first time I’d done it in a while.
“Haa, haa. My stomach hurts.”
“Your stomach hurts? Are you on your period?”
“Bullshit. It’s because you’re funny.”
Jung Se-in, who had been laughing for a while, grabbed her breasts and posed.
“Should I try it too? Boobs dangling?”
“Hold it in.”
“Tsk.”
I stopped her right away.
I didn’t want to see this girl break down… in many ways.
“Hey. Instead of that, show me properly.”
“What?”
“Your dick. I need to see how big the Dick King’s dick is.”
“Are you drunk, you bastard?”
“I am drunk. But I’m not saying this because I’m drunk.”
Jung Se-in took another big shot.
“Paha. I have a problem these days, you know.”
“What problem?”
“What kind of problems would guys like us have? Girl problems.”
“You’re such an unbelievable bastard.”
I would have hit this bastard if she were a guy.
“Guys like us, my ass. Women flock to you even if you just sit there and drink water.”
“Oh? How did you know?”
“Ha. Is it true?”
It was a really fucked up world.
“Shit. But what’s the problem? If women flocked to me like they do to you, I wouldn’t have any worries in the world.”
“You wouldn’t. But I do.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
“Something you have and I don’t.”
The conversation flowed this way, so even if I’m an idiot, I could figure it out.
“What? A dick?”
“Yeah.”
Jung Se-in stared at my crotch with a gloomy expression.
