One-Room Dictator 33

#33

And why would he feel such emotions only toward Kim Bonoh? There were already quite a few people who didn’t like him. Taeseong knew better than anyone that the gazes of his classmates looking at him had turned cold before even one semester had passed.

Third, he felt wronged because it seemed like he had been played by Kim Bonoh.

Then Taeseong suddenly thought that the emotion weighing him down might be resentment. So he had fallen for a kind of voice phishing and been scammed, which must be why he was so frustrated. Having reached that conclusion, Taeseong searched for voice phishing.

‘Even when lying still, just thinking about that guy makes my heart keep racing…’

[While a man in his 50s, Mr. Kim, fell victim to voice phishing after clicking on a mobile wedding invitation link, Kim is suffering to the point where he cannot perform normal work due to mental shock. He has lost 5kg since the incident and complains that he cannot sleep properly because the facts of the damage keep coming to mind. Police acknowledge the seriousness of this case and have announced plans to strengthen preventive measures.

-Reporter Noh Seo-young, nostand@gaynews.com]

The symptoms the victim complained of matched Taeseong’s symptoms exactly. Constantly thinking about it, having no appetite, and not being able to sleep properly. Taeseong cheered at finding the answer to a problem he hadn’t been able to solve for two weeks.

With his heart much lighter, Taeseong made his next plan. Once criminal facts are proven, the next step is to make a judgment and impose punishment. However, Taeseong was a Political Science and Diplomacy major, not a law major. He knew nothing about South Korea’s criminal law, but since he was also a liberal arts student, he had learned about Hammurabi’s Code. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. It was a fair principle of retaliation that had been passed down since ancient times.

Taeseong made his judgment in his heart. What this meant was that he had decided to seduce Kim Bonoh. For revenge. That was all.

Having no dating experience whatsoever and no understanding or interest in the romance genre, Taeseong could only rely on the internet. With a quite serious attitude, he searched for “how to seduce a man” on an internet portal site.

Taeseong’s eyes moved busily. True to being an ocean of information, there were plenty of worthless postings. Scrolling down, there were also videos. He clicked on a video at the very top.

As soon as the video started, two hands were visible against a desk background. The camera positioned horizontally with the desk seemed to capture the scene looking down from above. The young-looking hands brought a plastic container into view on the screen. Then they opened the lid, took out slime, and began stretching and kneading it in various ways.

-Hello soft ones~ Today I walked home from school with my crush ><!!

-I was so excited I kept stammering, you know? ㅜ

-I did what my friend advised me to do

-and I think I got a bit closer to my crush?

-Since my friend knows my situation well, I guess it was frustrating watching from the side

Taeseong, who was reading the pink subtitles in the middle of the video, fell into contemplation. He didn’t have a single friend to confide his worries to and ask for advice.

However, being the information age, Taeseong decided to seek help from internet intellectuals. Since it could identify him specifically, he excluded as much context and information as possible and posted a question asking how to make a friend like him.

While browsing through posts again, a notification appeared. An answer had been posted. Taeseong first checked the nickname of the intellectual who would save him.

“Casa farmer…?”

***

Left alone in the dorm, Bonoh had just finished masturbating refreshingly without Taeseong there. After ejaculating, everything in the world felt fleeting, but at the same time, he felt like he had grasped all the principles of everything. His body was languid, but his mind was more serene and rational than ever. He even felt that his recent self, who had surrendered to pleasure, was base.

From his experience, Bonoh knew that such insight would easily evaporate after a certain amount of time. Since such moments didn’t come often, Bonoh wanted to use his wisdom meaningfully before it evaporated. Bonoh turned on his laptop to share his knowledge. There were always people on the internet waiting for advice from intellectuals.

Urgent. Please tell me how to make a friend like me. He has a good body. He’s also quite good-looking. He’s usually noisy, but when I was sick, he took care of me with utmost devotion, so I don’t think he’s that bad.

I can’t provide any more information than this. After all, I can’t leak personal information in a public place. You understand roughly what kind of situation this is, right? Please give me a quick answer.

‘Hmm… Looking at the way he talks, I think I know why they don’t like him.’

Sure enough. Perhaps due to the questioner’s prickly tone, the view count was in double digits but there wasn’t a single answer. Bonoh was also about to pass by, but decided to step forward to save the foolish sentient being.

***

It wasn’t true that there were only otaku in Japanese Literature. Bonoh, who was having trouble keeping up with classes, naturally became close with a classmate in the same situation. It wasn’t difficult to recognize each other. People who had expressions like something had gone wrong at department drinking parties—Yejin and Bonoh recognized each other.

I swear that at the time, Yejin was really just a friend to Bonoh. However, it was March, when strange currents were flowing between the sexes everywhere. The freshmen were all excited with the sense of liberation from having just escaped entrance exam hell and the thrill of now being adults. Those whose eyes were burning red with the desire to date wouldn’t have left Bonoh and Yejin alone. Their classmates began pairing up Yejin and Bonoh, who only hung out together, and found Bonoh, who jumped up saying it wasn’t true, even more suspicious.

Bonoh was well aware of the rules that should never be broken in college. Don’t say yes when a professor asks if you’re thinking about graduate school, don’t confess in group chat rooms, and CC. Especially, never do a department CC! If you unavoidably end up doing CC, absolutely don’t get caught. However, when he came to his senses, he was already swept up by the atmosphere and dating Yejin. He had broken two of the forbidden rules: department CC and public dating.

Bonoh’s dating history was nothing special. He dated in elementary school due to threats from a gangster’s wife—whose name he couldn’t even remember now—and in middle and high school, he dated someone after being unable to refuse a confession, then broke up in a wishy-washy manner. Neither lasted more than a month.

Especially the elementary school romance barely lasted a week considering his age, so it was ridiculous to call it dating. They broke up when the other party—the gangster’s wife—switched to another boy who bought her cup tteokbokki. At the time, Bonoh wasn’t sad. He just thought it was fortunate that he could escape. If you were the gangster wife’s boyfriend, you should naturally be a gangster yourself, but he wasn’t. Bonoh was merely a lackey who carried her shoe bag on the way to and from school.

Even such a Bonoh had fantasies about dating as an adult. The real dating he had vaguely envisioned since childhood was far from this haphazard relationship. He wanted to experience dating where they liked each other but worried anxiously whether the other person really liked them too, flirting and confirming feelings with an innocent confession. But since they had ended up dating anyway, Bonoh did his best as a friend-like boyfriend. The problem was that they were too much like friends.

Since the beginning of their relationship was ambiguous, they agreed to start counting days from when they first held hands. Thus, on the 235th day of dating, Bonoh was gloriously dumped.

The reason for being dumped was that she didn’t feel excited. For something that started from being swept up by the atmosphere, 235 days was quite a long time to date, but the end was too futile. Moreover, the words “not exciting” were a huge shock to Bonoh. Though it couldn’t be helped since that’s how it started. While he understood it logically, his stomach felt bitter.

‘So it ended up like that after all. Hmm. Hey Bono-kun, this might… be helpful.’

‘What is this…?’

‘You’ll know when you try it yourself. A whole-body match, you could say? Fufufu…’

‘I don’t know what it is but… thanks.’

‘By the way, Ray-chan was my girlfriend. She’s a delicate girl, so please handle her carefully…’

A classmate bought a bishoujo game for the dazed Bonoh. A beautiful girl dating simulation game. As soon as he ran it, he noticed character illustrations on the cover that had once been his classmate’s profile picture.

Getting all the beautiful girls’ hearts—Bonoh mastered all the endings he could see as the protagonist. He had a record of filling the favorability of 9 beautiful girls purely through trial and error without looking up a single walkthrough in the beautiful girl dating simulation game. Since there were quite a few answer choices, he had to start over from the beginning every time he made a mistake. There were only 9 beautiful girls, but there were endless endings: versions where they paired up as regular couples one by one, versions where two or more were paired together, merry bad endings, etc., and Bonoh cleared them all.

However, no matter how deep the blush became on the illustrations of the beautiful girls whose favorability had risen on the monitor, Bonoh’s self-esteem wasn’t easily restored.