I Got into My Childhood Friend's...Yuri Harem?-Chapter 16: Kwak Jo-young

Chapter 16 - Kwak Jo-young

After finishing washing up, I returned to the room.

The titty-penis sandwich ended abruptly, as Seong Ji-min quickly got bored of it.

I was enjoying it though. Sigh.

So, my penis was left semi-hard as I finished showering.

I was satisfied after cumming multiple times already, but I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Sunbae is gone."

The landlady who had been laying on the bed was nowhere to be seen.

Judging by the missing clothes, she seemed to have gone home.

"Don't worry about it. Kim-sunbae is already a slave of your cock."

"A slave of my cock, huh. Heh."

That was very pleasing to hear.

I thought things like that only happened in manga or hentai.

If it's true, I wonder what will happen in the future?

Would she spread her legs whenever I wanted, and beg me to cum inside her?

Even so, is that going too far?

I haven't experienced it, so I don't have a sense of how it works.

While I was lost in pleasant fantasies, Seong Ji-min put on her panties and lay down on the bed.

"Going to sleep?"

"I have to leave early tomorrow."

She pulled the covers over herself.

I stealthily crawled in next to her.

"Really just going to sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Not gonna do it one more time?"

"I'm tired. And I told you it hurts."

That's a shame.

Maybe all of this was a dream and when I woke up, it might turn out to never have happened.

Having a breathtaking beauty in my bed was something I might never experience again, so it felt like a waste to just sleep.

I gently hugged Seong Ji-min from behind.

And copped a feel of her breasts while I was at it.

"Just go to sleep. I'll bring a girl tomorrow."

"...What kind of girl?"

The mention of another girl piqued my interest.

I obediently removed my hand.

"The one you fought with."

"Gulp. Are you sure about this?"

"It's fine."

She spoke as if it were obvious.

I have a bad feeling about this.

"No, seriously. For real?"

"I said it's fine."

When I shook her, Seong Ji-min pushed me away as if annoyed.

"I... don't want to die yet..."

"You won't die, so just wash your dick and wait."

"Hmm. I washed it today, so I don't have to wash it tomorrow, right?"

"Fuck. Just wash it."

She finally turned over and kicked me with her foot.

That worked out well.

I decided to look at her face and hear more of the story.

"What's her name?"

"Kwak Jo-young."

Come to think of it, the girls with her were calling her "Jo-young unnie" or something.

"Kwak Jo-young? Does that mean she has a tight vagina?"

"Don't you dare say that in front of her. I won't stop her if she kills you."

"Why so serious? You make fun of my name too."

Seong Ji-min then pulled my head into a hug.

I buried my face in her breasts.

"Juji King isn't making fun. It's a term of respect."

"What are you talking about?"

Pat, pat.

She patted my back like she was putting a disobedient child to sleep.

"Just go to sleep. I'm busy tomorrow."

"I'm not busy at all... and I'm not sleepy..."

Before I could finish grumbling, I drifted off to sleep.

***

In high school, Kwak Jo-young was a victim of bullying.

The main reason was her unusual name.

"Hey! Tight vagina!"

Of course, if she had a strong personality, she might have fought back.

But Kwak Jo-young couldn't.

"Is it really 'tight' down there?"

"S-Stop it..."

"Stop it~!"

In high school, girls easily form groups and hierarchies. And they constantly want to reaffirm their positions.

Strong groups against weak ones, higher ranks against lower ranks.

That's why all-girls schools are more prone to bullying than co-ed schools.

Kwak Jo-young was a victim of this simple logic.

"'Tight Vagina' lives up to her name. Look at her sucking up to the teacher."

There was a popular male teacher at Kwak Jo-young's all-girls high school.

And Kwak Jo-young was favored by him.

The reason was simple. She had beautiful handwriting.

And that incident fueled the bullying.

Kwak Jo-young was targeted by a group of female bullies and tormented for a whole year.

Eventually, things escalated, and a school violence committee was convened.

The punishment was a 10-day suspension for the ringleader and 3-day suspensions for the accomplices.

The day the ringleader returned, Kwak Jo-young dropped out of school.

She repeated a year, took the GED, and took the CSAT (college entrance exam).

She couldn't go to the university she originally wanted, but she got into a decent women's university.

She entered the university with a fresh start in mind.

And then she met the bullying ringleader again, as a senior.

"Hey! Tight Vagina!"

It felt like hell was starting all over again.

But perhaps because they were adults now, or because they were in university, the bullying didn't resume... at first.

"I'm sorry about back then, okay?"

The ringleader apologized with a smile, as if it were no big deal.

Kwak Jo-young wanted to kill her, but she held back.

"It's okay."

Kwak Jo-young forced a smile and accepted the apology.

She thought she could endure it as long as she wasn't bullied.

But the bullying started again.

She didn't know the reason.

Maybe it was because she didn't greet them enthusiastically enough at school, or maybe it was because she replied late to a text, or maybe it was to establish dominance over the underclassmen, or maybe they were just in a bad mood.

The important thing was that the bullying had restarted.

"Hey, Tight Vagina. You bitch. Do you think you're better than your seniors?"

"No, ma'am..."

The bullying wasn't directed solely at Kwak Jo-young.

"Jo-young, we're having a hard time because of you."

"We were called out by the seniors yesterday again."

The fallout also affected her classmates.

They even hinted that she should take a leave of absence.

A cycle where she had to give up even though she did nothing wrong.

Kwak Jo-young cried.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

That's when Seong Ji-min appeared.

A student in the same year but a different department.

In other words, a complete stranger.

"A college student? Being bullied? Haha."

She was cool.

Her confident demeanor and expression were everything Kwak Jo-young wanted to be.

"Let's gather evidence first."

Seong Ji-min quickly collected evidence of the bullying.

After making a few calls and sending some texts, people lined up to testify.

Of course, the messages and call recordings Kwak Jo-young received were also included as evidence.

"Where should we report this?"

They reported it to the counseling center and the student human rights committee, attaching the evidence.

However, the school, concerned about reputational damage, tried to cover it up.

"Should we go public with this? Leak it to newspapers and TV stations? And the internet while we're at it."

"N-No, we can't."

Kwak Jo-young didn't want the issue to escalate.

She wanted it to be resolved quietly, with the perpetrators just disappearing.

"Hmm. Then there's no other choice."

Seong Ji-min used her "connections."

She seemed reluctant, but she did it "for a friend."

Kwak Jo-young didn't know what she did.

But the Ministry of Education became interested in the case.

It quickly became a major agenda item at the school's board meeting.

The school faced criticism for attempting to cover up the violence.

The media started sniffing around.

Finally, a disciplinary committee was convened, and the ringleader and three accomplices were expelled.

It was an unusually swift decision for a simple bullying case.

"Why... did you go this far for me?"

They weren't even close.

Different departments, different high schools.

Just strangers who happened to cross paths.

Yet, Seong Ji-min had been more passionate about helping Kwak Jo-young than her own affairs.

"Someone I respected once told me, 'Don't tolerate injustice,' and 'If your friend gets hit, go and hit back twice as hard. And because it's fun!"

Seong Ji-min said so, laughing heartily.

Kwak Jo-young fell for Seong Ji-min.

She was a dazzling presence. Not the same species as her or the other girls.

She was closer to a god than a human, at least in Kwak Jo-young's eyes.

Naturally, people gathered around Seong Ji-min.

Like planets orbiting a star, girls orbited around Seong Ji-min.

Kwak Jo-young wanted to stay by Seong Ji-min's side.

She didn't want to lose her place.

As more people surrounded Seong Ji-min, she desperately tried to hold onto her position.

She wanted to become someone worthy of being Seong Ji-min's friend.

She dressed up more. She acted tougher, keeping an eye on her surroundings.

The weak, timid girl from before was gone.

She even adopted Seong Ji-min's confident and strong tone of voice.

Then, finally, that day arrived.

"Jo-young, want to sleep with me?"

Kwak Jo-young knew that Seong Ji-min had special relationships with a few close friends.

So, when she heard those words directed at her, Kwak Jo-young was overjoyed.

She thought she could finally become one of Seong Ji-min's special people. And having Seong Ji-min as her first partner was all she could ask for.

And so, she slept with Seong Ji-min.

It was as beautiful and sweet a night as she had imagined.

Thus, Kwak Jo-young became one of Seong Ji-min's special people.

That fact gave Kwak Jo-young newfound power.

But there was also a side effect.

Her shoulders became too puffed up with pride, and she started wielding that power against those around her.

Against the group who followed Seong Ji-min, especially those of lower rank.

It was the same thing her bullies had done to her in the past.

Though she didn't realize it.

"Isn't Kwak Jo-young a bit of a bitch?"

Naturally, whispers began to spread behind her back.

But no one dared to say it openly to Kwak Jo-young, one of the most influential members of the "Seong Ji-min faction."

Then, "that incident" happened.

-Slap!

"Get lost. You're ruining my mood."

The incident where Kwak Jo-young got slapped by Seong Ji-min.

"J-Ji-min..."

The rumor spread like wildfire.

Kwak Jo-young's standing in the faction plummeted.

"I knew this would happen someday. Tight Vagina."

The girls who had disliked Kwak Jo-young's "cocky" attitude all along unanimously condemned her.

This was the end. She wouldn't be able to stay by Seong Ji-min's side. She'd be ostracized from the faction.

And she'd become prey.

Kwak Jo-young, falling into the abyss without knowing why, desperately tried to turn things around.

She called Seong Ji-min dozens of times and sent hundreds of apologetic texts.

There was no reply.

Waiting for a response that never came, Kwak Jo-young spent the night awake.

And then, at dawn, as the day broke...

"Jo-young, want to sleep with us?"

She received that text from Seong Ji-min.

Kwak Jo-young sounds like 'tight vagina' in Korean