Bamboo Forest Manager - Chapter 336



Sadistic Play

Entering the pork cutlet shop.

It had been a while since I last had pork cutlet, so this felt quite nostalgic.

‘I used to come here quite often last year.’

Especially the memories of coming here with Choi Iseo lingered. Back then, I never imagined I would be living a life like this.

‘Well, good things are good, I suppose.’

We settled into our places.

Choi Jin-ah forcibly pulled Yoo Ah-rin, who was trying to sit next to me, and made her sit beside herself.

“Ah-rin, you stay here. I’ll protect you.”

“What on earth are you misunderstanding?”

Yoo Ah-rin, curious, didn’t outright refuse and quickly sat down to ask.

Honestly, I didn’t quite understand why Choi Jin-ah thought there was a misunderstanding, but I had a vague idea of what kind of misunderstanding it might be.

‘From what I’ve heard, she probably thinks I’m forcing the kids to date.’

So, just like before and now, she kept trying to separate Yoo Ah-rin from me.

Well, it was a misunderstanding anyway, so I didn’t really care about that.

‘What’s important is why Choi Jin-ah came to think that way.’

Why did she have this misunderstanding?

That was a bit intriguing.

I quickly ordered a pork cutlet and turned my gaze back to Choi Jin-ah. She seemed hungry too, having ordered her own share.

With her hands clasped tightly together, Choi Jin-ah took a deep breath. Then, as if she had steeled herself, she glared at me and spoke.

“I… saw everything.”

“Everything?”

“Woo-jin, you were forcibly—bam!—on top of Ye-rin!”

Her face flushed, and her voice rose slightly. I worried if anyone nearby might have heard, but thankfully, there was no one around.

“You saw me on top of her? Are you talking about Hawaii?”

But that wasn’t it; I hadn’t done anything with Seo Ye-rin in Hawaii.

How much I had suffered coming back to comfort her because of that.

“Tsk, the side dishes here are just pickled radish and kimchi. What a letdown.”

Even Yoo Ah-rin realized it was nonsense and was just picking at the side dishes.

“I-I’ll tell you what I saw.”

After taking a sip of water, Choi Jin-ah began to speak calmly.

She had entered my email inbox at my family home, thinking it was her own.

And there, she found a video of me having s*x with Seo Ye-rin.

It seemed like the play was a bit forced, and that’s what she meant by misunderstanding.

“Honestly, it’s nothing much.”

“In the end, you really did film it, you crazy b*stards.”

As Yu-A-Rin and I offered our indifferent responses, Choi Jin-A was taken aback.

“Oh, no. How can this be nothing? Woo-Jin was so forceful with Ye-Rin! Bam! Bam! Like that!?”

“Where should I even begin to explain this?”

I shot a glance at Yu-A-Rin, signaling for help, but she merely rested her chin on her hand, maintaining her silence.

“Ha, Jin-A. Listen closely.”

Surprisingly, as I began to explain, it wasn’t as difficult as I had anticipated.

It took about as long as it took for the pork cutlet to arrive.

“Is that… is that really a play?”

Choi Jin-A, despite the pork cutlet laid before her, seemed unable to grasp the idea of picking up a fork and knife.

I nodded while cutting into the cheese pork cutlet I had ordered.

“Couples sometimes engage in such things. It’s not just about passing time; it’s about exploring various scenarios in a more stimulating way.”

“You heard it from Yoon-Ji, right?”

Finally, Yu-A-Rin, who had kept her mouth shut until now, spoke up.

“Don’t you remember how Oh Yoon-Ji explained it back then?”

“Ah…”

I couldn’t recall what had been explained, but Jin-A’s gasp was a sign of understanding.

“I-I didn’t think they were actually filming it. I assumed it was just saved for blackmail. You know! Recently, there’s been all that fuss about deepfake chat rooms!”

Even as she made excuses, the flush of embarrassment crept up Choi Jin-A’s face, and she bowed her head.

“I’m sorry! I misunderstood!”

“No, I agreed to the filming too. I just didn’t think it would be seen by others through auto-login.”

Yet, despite saying this, a lingering discomfort remained.

“…But did you watch all of that video?”

“Yeah.”

Choi Jin-A was left speechless.

The sight of her quietly slicing the pork cutlet, lips pressed tight, exuded a certain elegance that only made me feel dizzy.

“…I’m so embarrassed I could die.”

With a sharp slap to her forehead, she sighed, repeatedly apologizing.

“Phew, I’m glad you didn’t report it to the police.”

“Of course not! I was trying to resolve it nicely with words!”

“Alright then. I understand, but you need to delete that video and not watch it carelessly. Got it?”

—

“Yes! Absolutely! I won’t look at all!”

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Nevertheless, I resumed eating my pork cutlet, buoyed by Choi Jin-ah’s overly enthusiastic assurance.

“…I’m curious, though?”

Yoo Ah-rin, quietly munching on her sweet potato cheese cutlet, suddenly threw out a comment.

“What are you curious about?”

“Well, I was just wondering how intense it must have been for you to get such misunderstandings.”

With a sly grin, Yoo Ah-rin glanced at Choi Jin-ah and asked, “Did you happen to save the video? Can I see it too?”

“Hey, Yoo Ah-rin!”

“Why not? Isn’t it natural to be curious about how you go about it?”

Considering we had shared experiences together.

Choi Jin-ah, flustered, shot a quick glance at me, her eyes betraying her anxiety about what to do next.

Seeing that, I suspected she might have saved some evidence on her phone or somewhere.

“Ugh, just don’t regret it.”

I warned Yoo Ah-rin, but she ultimately took Choi Jin-ah’s phone and plugged in the earphones.

“Regret? What’s there to regret? I should order a cola before I feel sick watching this.”

“I warned you. Don’t say I didn’t.”

“What are you talking about?”

With that, Yoo Ah-rin hit play. Naturally, she couldn’t watch it all at once, so she skipped through in ten-second intervals.

“Whoa!”

Choi Jin-ah, who had already seen it all, still gasped in surprise, her eyes darting as she reacted to the scenes.

Minutes passed, and I was the only one who finished my pork cutlet, while the two of them were engrossed in the video, leaving their cutlets untouched and cold.

‘Thinking about it, this situation is quite bizarre.’

Two healthy women my age were intently watching a video of me having intercourse with another woman in a pork cutlet shop.

If someone were to ask if this was arousing, I could confidently deny it.

It was just embarrassing.

Incredibly embarrassing.

‘I shouldn’t have done anything strange.’

“Look, look at that! What on earth is she licking!”

—

As soon as she said that, Choi Jin-ah gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

Where did I lick?

I didn’t really lick anything strange, did I?

Armpits, nipples, groin, nape, collarbone, toes, thighs, waist, sides, fingers, ears, and so on.

These aren’t exactly odd places, are they?

‘This is mortifying.’

Even Yu Ah-rin, lost in a trance, was oblivious to the fact that the cola she ordered had gone flat, her focus entirely on the scene unfolding before her.

It felt utterly embarrassing to have her watch me move my waist with such a serious expression.

– Kim Woo-jin: Hey.

– Kim Woo-jin: You sent that video to my email, right?

– Kim Woo-jin: Jin-ah and Ah-rin are watching it.

– Kim Woo-jin: Is that okay?

I quickly shot a message to Seo Ye-rin, but there was no reply.

I couldn’t tell if she was busy filming or if she had simply fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Anyway.

I remembered the video wasn’t particularly long, so it should be wrapping up soon.

As I hoped this humiliating moment would pass quickly, Yu Ah-rin finally pulled out her earphones.

“Uh, how was it? It’s absurd, right? It’s so violent. I thought it was just about forced molestation or something like that.”

“Ah, um… well. Yes.”

Yu Ah-rin awkwardly handed back the phone. Quenching her thirst with the cola beside her, she asked hesitantly, “This is the end, right? There’s no part two or anything?”

“Pardon? Yes… this is the end.”

“Oh, okay.”

A strange mix of emotions washed over Yu Ah-rin.

I had already sensed what was bothering her, so I couldn’t help but chuckle, only to receive a swift kick under the table.

“Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, we’re good, right? Let’s eat and get going. You came to pick up your suitcase, after all.”

“Ah! Yes! Of course! I left yours on the first floor of the dorm!”

“……”

After finishing the meal.

Choi Jin-ah offered to pay, apologizing for the misunderstanding.

And for a brief moment, she slipped into the restroom. Yu-Arin quietly approached me from outside the store.

“Yu-Arin, want to go to the convenience store together?”

“Yeah, come on over.”

Since there was a pedestrian crossing nearby, there were many people gathered, making it a bit of a hassle.

Yu-Arin grabbed my sleeve and led me towards the store’s parking lot.

“That really is the end, right? With Ye-Rin?”

“Yeah, we went further. I didn’t record everything on video, though.”

“Not…… ah, that was a really cruel play, wasn’t it.”

“Yeah, that’s what I did. I slapped her butt and… and that.”

“…”.

Yu-Arin’s mouth was tightly closed.

I knew why she was acting this way.

Thinking it was time to stop, I smiled and whispered to myself.

“It’s weaker than I thought, right?”

“…!”

Yu-Arin looked at me with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, having correctly guessed my thoughts.

Yu-Arin, who had been watching the video, had been waiting for this moment.

When would… the cruel play come out?

Because.

“I slapped her butt, pinched her nipples, and roughly thrust it in. This is something we always do, so it’s normal for us.”

Other people’s cruel plays, which were normal for us, had been proceeding as usual.

“Shit, damn it! Kim Woo-Jin, you’re the one who did this!”

Yu-Arin realized that she had been enthusiastically enjoying the slightly embarrassing plays that others might find problematic.

“What’s wrong with that? If you like it, you’ll die from pleasure.”

She clung to me, her butt tightly squeezed, and looked up at me with a mixture of excitement and resistance.

“Uh?”

I lifted her up, making her float in mid-air, and she gazed at me with an embarrassed expression, still resisting.

“Ah, let me go!”

Her eyes had already partially unfocused, indicating that she was getting excited. Yu-Arin had probably been building up her emotions recently.

‘Cheong Jin-A, I should send her home soon.’

—

If Choi Jin-ah were to see something like handcuff or collar play, she might just faint.

As I set Yoo Ah-rin down, she clutched her backside, pouting her lips in a sulky manner.

“Kim Woo-jin, you’re so damn annoying.”

“Should I send Jin-ah home quickly?”

“Shut up! I don’t know! Don’t ask me about every little thing!”

“Understood. This time, you shouldn’t try to coax Jin-ah into joining you because you’re having a hard time, right?”

I said it with a smile, but Yoo Ah-rin’s fist came flying straight at me.

Thwack! Thwack!

Thanks to my quick reflexes, I managed to dodge the direct hit, but the pain was unavoidable.

“Die! Just die, you b*stard! I’ll make sure to kill you before I go!”

“Whoa! Wait a second! That was a slip of the tongue!”

“Your very existence is a mistake, you piece of shit!”

“You just made a pad slap! Calling our parents’ sticky time a mistake! There are collars and handcuffs in the suitcase Jin-ah brought; you’re dead!”

“Shut up! Just shut up already—!”

Thud.

It was a strange sound.

Like something collapsing.

But judging by the weight, it wasn’t an object.

As we both turned our heads toward the source of the noise, there stood Choi Jin-ah, trembling as if her legs had given way, tears welling in her eyes as she spoke.

“I-I don’t want anything like a collar…”