Bread Shuttle Alliance member Jin-sung…
You ended up at this university too, huh…
We both had classes, so we agreed to catch up later.
Not exactly a happy reunion… more like a sad vibe.
Like, "You got stuck here too, huh?" kind of thing.
We were pretty tight back in the day.
Both serving female delinquents as our masters. Damn.
Sure, we got some envy from the Shuttle Alliance.
Female delinquents were better than male ones, after all.
Juha's just a bit unpredictable, not full-on dark mode.
But Jin-sung's delinquent? Went full evil, I heard. Must've been rough.
Wonder if he's still in contact with her?
That'd be creepy as hell. If we're both still under their thumbs, that's next-level chilling…
"Is the bread shuttle life forever…?"
It's kinda depressing…
Coming to a university full of hardcore delinquents to study feels wrong…
But dropping out to work? That's scarier.
Transfer to a national university to clean my slate?
Tempting, but studying extra for that sounds daunting.
"Pfft…"
Why didn't anyone warn me the world's this brutal?
No one said it's cold and ruthless out here!
"Study hard, kids. What are you gonna do otherwise?"
"The world ain't easy! It's scary, and making a living's no joke!"
…Or maybe they did.
Teachers drilled it into us, but we just ignored it.
"Lol, boomers talking crap again. Shut up and tell us about your first love!"
We clowned around, so maybe it didn't stick…
They should've explained in detail!
If they'd laid out exactly how bad it gets, we'd have taken it seriously!
Teachers probably aced school, so they didn't get it…
If they'd at least peeled off these delinquents, it'd be better.
I could've made it to a national uni! …Or maybe not.
"Sigh…"
What am I gonna be when I grow up?
Not an OnlyFans porn star, right? No way, damn it…
"Joonhyung, you studying hard?"
My uncle, the only one who looks out for me, popped into my head.
Gotta work hard for him…
Depressing, but what can I do? Gotta focus on class.
"Ha, I wanna hear about Joonhyung's college life."
…
If I told the truth, he'd pass out.
"Uncle, my old delinquent boss made 8 million won on OnlyFans! Don't worry, I'm carving my own path!"
He'd foam at the mouth…
I didn't see this coming either…
[Senior: Yo, soccer practice today.]
[Senior: Come ready to grind.]
[Su-hyeok: Yes, senior!!!]
[Ji-hyeong: Got it, senior!!!]
Did I come to college or a soccer camp?
I'm losing it…
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"Damn it, ugh…!"
"Let's take a break."
The festival's close, and soccer's less than three weeks away.
With the tournament looming, practice is brutal.
Everyone's cramping or injured…
"No injuries, guys. We barely have backups."
"Back-to-back games will wreck everyone's legs."
I'm worried…
No injuries yet, but I'm terrified of getting hurt during the tournament.
Right now, it's just our department, so no one's getting smashed.
But qualifiers? Other departments will be shoving and shoulder-checking like crazy.
"Joonhyung…"
"Coming!"
My skills aren't improving much, which sucks…
I'm decent at kicking a stationary ball now.
But running, defending, basics? I'm trash.
My stamina and strength are nonexistent. Gym doesn't help much.
I'd need to eat like crazy, but I can't even force it down…
"Rub here."
"Here?"
And now I'm the massage shuttle.
After soccer, we rub each other's muscles and spray pain relief.
The seniors loved my massages.
"What's with this guy? Your hands are magic!"
"Did you train for this? So good!"
I got decent at massages from rubbing delinquents' backs…
After reading a massage book, I got more professional.
Used to just knead muscles randomly.
Now I know which ones to target—sternocleidomastoid for the neck, tibialis anterior for shins, hamstrings for thighs. Leveled up.
"Yeah, there. Good, Joonhyung."
…
They're super into it…
Seniors and even classmates sneakily expect me to rub them.
What am I, a massage parlor? Stop coming!
"Oh… ohhh…"
The moaning's the worst.
But it's kinda satisfying…
Seniors love it, and they seem lighter after. Helping people feels good.
My fingers are dying, though…
"Thanks, Joonhyung…"
"No prob."
Not like the delinquents demanding random rubs.
Just loosening tight muscles after soccer. No big deal.
Seniors rub me too sometimes.
"Done?"
…
I looked over—seniors lined up.
Classmates quietly joining the queue.
Seniors cleared their throats, embarrassed.
Fine, damn it…
Gotta endure till the tournament.
Fingers don't kick balls, right…?
"Lie down here."
"Thanks, Joonhyung!"
"No prob…"
Is this a soccer field or a massage shop?
I cried tears of blood looking at the line.
Reading that massage book was my mistake…
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"Oh… ohhh…"
"There… there!"
People from other departments are staring! Shut up!
Rubbing's fine. Finger pain fades in a day.
But the moaning…! I'll get a rep for weird stuff!
"Haah…"
"Haah, what…?"
Only classmates left to rub now.
They lay down defenseless, blushing.
Why're your faces red?
"What, massaging again?"
"Senior! You're here!"
Mid-massage business, girls from our department started showing up.
No one's in the club room, so they all come to the field.
"Joonhyung's fingers will break. Why only him?"
"He's the best. Seriously amazing."
"Fingers okay?"
"They're… fine."
Burning, but I can handle it.
Trained by endless delinquent massages, my fingers are tough!
Tournament's three weeks away. Gotta do it now.
Problem is, I'm memorizing all the guys' weak spots and moans…
"Try it, noona. It's awesome."
Hey, you're not the one rubbing!
"How good is it? Everyone's obsessed."
"Joonhyung's different. He should go pro, ohhh!"
Shut up! I pinched him.
Finally finished the last guy.
Pinched his calf and smacked his butt to send him off.
My fingers are numb. Good finger exercise, though…
"Hmm… my shoulders are stiff."
Jeon Hye-joo noona.
Second-year senior, just started showing up.
She had enteritis early in the semester, missed a lot.
Kept going to the hospital, only recently back.
From Daegu, I think. Kyungsang vibe.
Unlike other female seniors, she's chill, kind, and cool.
One of the two decent female seniors.
My ideal generous, big-hearted senior…
Those who side-eye me for setting up the group date aren't real seniors…
"Want a rub?"
Massaged twenty guys in a row—my hands are rotting…!
But for a female senior, I'm good…
"Nah, your fingers must hurt. I'm fine."
She waved it off, smiling.
One more wouldn't hurt… but whatever.
"I'll rub you. You sore?"
"I'm… okay."
Seniors rubbed me earlier.
Didn't run hard enough to get sore.
My fingers are the sore ones…
"Lie down."
Getting a massage? Didn't expect that. Kinda embarrassing.
No reason to refuse, though… I hesitated, then lay down.
"Hmm…"
Feels weird receiving after always giving.
Worried others were watching, I tensed up.
Maybe I should pass…?
"You're so pale. Don't tan?"
"Uh… maybe I just don't get much sun…"
Feels weird having my body scanned…
She tied her hair back, reaching out.
"What's this on your neck?"
Huh?
My body jolted.
What? The bite marks are still there?
I scrubbed the front of my neck hard, but the back? Didn't think of that. She bit there too?
"Looks like… bite marks?"
She leaned in, squinting.
Hold up.
"It's… my cat! I have a cat."
"Really?"
She backed off, nodding.
Close call. Up close, anyone could tell it's human teeth.
In-ha, you jerk… how hard did you bite…?
"Can't show me a cat pic? I love cats."
"Pic…?"
My heart sank.
I'm screwed. No pics. Don't even have a cat…
"Oh, it's In-ha, not a cat. Cute, right? Bit feisty." Show her a pic and I'm a lunatic.
"No pics… I don't take many."
"Really?"
She sounded skeptical.
Don't cat owners take tons of pics…?
I scrambled.
"My phone's low on storage… deleted them. I'll show you next time!"
"Okay. What breed?"
Breed?
Delinquent breed… no.
Sweat dripped down my back. Breed? Cats have breeds? Aren't they just… cats?
"It's… a stray I adopted. Don't know the breed…"
"Oh, adopted? Yeah, buying from shops isn't great."
"Right…"
My face burned.
In-ha's making my life hell…