Chapter 2: I Entered the World of
an Academy Romance Novel
I Entered the World of an Academy Romance Novel
It finally happenedI held Yoomins hand. It felt like a
dream. From childhood friends to lovers, our future
seemed endless
This is ridiculous
The romance approach of the novels protagonists was
frustrating. They had to make progress within a month
of confessing their feelings for each other. But after a
month, all they had achieved was holding hands. It was
so frustrating it drove me to madness.
Wait How the fuck does this make sense? If youve
been dating for about a month, shouldnt you have
already progressed physically?
What would a guy like you understand? Put the phone
down, and focus on me, dammit
I was about to toss the phone aside when I realized it
wasnt mine. How am I supposed to focus? Why did
the author pick such a slow development for these
socially awkward characters? I couldnt understand it at
all.
Whats the title of this novel again?
Its Academy Pure Love Diary. No, seriously, stop
asking about the damn novel and pay attention
In response, I quickly glanced below. A skeletal figure
with visible rib bones caught my eye. With each deep
breath, her exposed collarbone seemed sharper. Her
piercing eyes seemed capable of tearing a person apart,
and her nails were already extended, digging into my
back.
Hey, stop with the nail thing You were chewing me
last time, and now youre doing this with your nails.
Honestly, Im feeling victimized here. As soon as I
finished speaking, I heard an incredulous laughter.
Minjung reached out and grabbed my neck with both
hands, completely immobilizing my head. Even as I
struggled to breathe, she continued to move her hips
steadily. With every squelching sound, the semen that
had already spilled down her buttocks soaked the
bedsheet.
Is it because of that? Bastard, you just snatched my
phone and called my boyfriend, remember? Do you
know how awkward that was?
Dealing with Minjung at times like this simply required
a steadfast approach.
As she continued to use profanities and moan, she
secured my waist completely with her legs, muffling
any sound, but it was amazing that she was still
cursing. I gently moved my hand down, using my
thumb to softly stimulate her clit, resulting in a scream
that could have torn eardrums.
Minjung, its not like I wanted this. Your boyfriend is
about to enlist in the military in a few days, and youre
here, fooling around with some guy.
Shell probably contact me again as soon as her
boyfriend enters the military, wont she? Thats what
will happen, right?
Minjung remained silent, her toes trembling and ing
at the edge of the bed. Her eyelids were fluttering, and
it seemed like she was nearly done. So, I picked up the
pace. She sounded like a piglet being strangled before
my climax. At the end, she collapsed with only her
waist shivering, resembling a squid.
I was about to caress her hair but remembered how
she choked me earlier, so I took a strong hold of her
hair. Ive already said it three times, you need to clean
it up when were finished. Get to it.
A delightful feeling swept through my body as her
moans transformed into squishy sounds. I moved my
hips slightly, and she took care of the rest, swallowing
every last . I got up from the bed and checked my
phone, finding a bunch of missed calls and texts.
We did it yesterday, so lets put a hold on this one She
has a big chest, how about a drink tonight? Oh and
looking back, we planned a threesome for today, right?
I vigorously flicked my thumb with one hand while
quickly putting on my clothes with the other. It was
quite a busy day. On days when I have to run about
two rounds, strict self-management is always
necessary. I have to eat eel for dinner to digest this
schedule.
Minjung, weve been at it all night, so no need to rush
out. Ill go ahead, and Ill contact you again.
I overheard a medley of insults from behind, including
asshole, screw you, and the like, but I paid them no
mind. It wasnt my first rodeo, and honestly, it was all
part of Minjungs feisty allure. There was a certain
spiciness that came not only from her slender body but
also from her foul mouth.
As I strolled out of the motel, I decided to look up the
title of that novel on my phone. Surprisingly, it
appeared to be quite the hit, boasting mostly positive
reviews. Its currently on hiatus, and the latest chapter
had just ped yesterday. Out of sheer curiosity, I
splurged on it and began reading, only to realize it was
the exact same story Id read back at the motel.
So, this whole tale revolves around dating and hand-
holding, building trust, affection, and progress step by
step? Really? Is this what people are into?
I couldnt quite wrap my head around the emotional
response it triggered. I grew curious about how things
would unfold if someone else took the reins. Even
those seemingly one-way roads sometimes concealed
hidden detours.
Human emotions, as predictable as ever, seemed to
follow familiar patterns. Even the protagonist of this
narrative conformed to the stereotype. Despite being
firmly in his twenties, one might anticipate a stronger
inclination toward sex. Yet, here he was, gleefully
celebrating hand-holding as if it were some
monumental achievement. The entire narrative came
across as rather contrived, a desperate attempt to
needlessly prolong a storyline.
Normally, I wouldnt even bother with such a novel, let
alone leave a comment. But today, for some
inexplicable reason, it just felt like the right thing to do.
With a faint hope that the comment I left might serve
as some twisted form of nourishment for the author, I
began to type a lengthy response.
I had plans to meet up with Soojung, but I pushed that
aside, knowing that if I didnt vent my frustrations now,
Id probably end up fiddling with my phone while
navigating the traffic.
[Hello, dear author. Im one of your readers who just
suffered through your latest . I cant quite
fathom what kind of bond has been painstakingly
crafted between Minsoo and Yoomin over all this time,
but its high time they stepped out of their holding-
hands-innocence bubble. Ending it with just that feels
like a glaring lack of experience in the realm of
relationships]
Originally, I had planned to cut it off there, but my
mounting irritation with the storys progression got the
better of me, and my fingers continued to type on their
own.
[Holding hands and blushing like teenagers shouldve
been left behind in elementary school. Honestly, at their
age, this level of naivety feels utterly preposterous.
Minsoo and Yoomin come off as painfully inexperienced,
and it doesnt convey purity, just sheer cluelessness]
The comment grew steadily longer, and as I attempted
to continue, I quickly ran up against the character limit,
forcing me to copy and paste what Id written and start
a private message. It struck me as odd how readily
available the authors email was; I wondered if this
was a common practice.
[So, heres my humble request, just a fervent reader
who suffered through your latest .]
Id barely scratched the surface with one chapter, but I
liked to think of myself as an avid reader. I mean,
really, whod go the extra mile and send a 1,500-word
message just based on the latest ? It was an
honest, albeit somewhat idealistic, hope that my small
contribution might make a difference. Sure, there were
a few choice words in there that werent exactly sugar-
coated, but considering the grand scheme of things,
they felt like nothing more than a passing whim.
This should make me a pretty decent reader, honestly,
I muttered to myself before getting into the car. I
glanced at other comments, some of which read, Im
getting off. Author, you should too, but compared to
those, my comment seemed rather mild.
I rolled down the window and peered up at the motel
window. Minjungs room light was still on. Normally,
shed have gone to sleep by now, always saying shed
shower and sleep, shower and sleep, but today seemed
different.
How cute. As I drove through the motel parking lot, I
suddenly found myself in a white space instead of the
road. I wondered if such a place existed, but it didnt
ring any bells in my memory. It was a completely
empty white space. It felt surreal. Whats this?
I wasnt exhausted to the point of fatigue after sex. I
had never experienced anything like this before. So, if it
wasnt a dream, how could I explain this endless white
space even if I accelerated to 200 kilometers per hour?
My phone was useless, and everywhere I went, it all
looked the same. I decided to step out of the car.
At last, some peace and quiet.
I couldnt help but chuckle as I raised my head to the
unexpected voice. My eyes zeroed in on the buttons of
the checkered shirt, a wild mix of purple and black,
appearing ready to burst any moment. And those
glasses on him? Lets just say they werent winning any
fashion awards.
What the I was about to speak when he cut in,
sounding like he owned the place.
You, that email you sent, I read it carefully. At first, I
was thrilled because it was the longest comment Id
ever seen, and it was filled with praise but as I kept
reading, you you began tearing me apart
His tightly clenched fist was shaking like a leaf. His face
was turning redder by the second, resembling a tomato
on the verge of bursting. His quivering figure looked like
a malfunctioning kitchen appliance.
Then I spotted you and I just couldnt hold back my
anger Do you think you can mock me just because
youre tall, good-looking, and loaded? Not a chance
Who on earth wants to be a virgin? Its not like I signed
up for this role You youre just an insufferable punk
His double chin was practically dancing with each word.
It was absolutely hilarious. The mood had gone from
serious to absurd, but I couldnt help but burst into
laughter.
What are you even saying, hahaha Seriously, stop it
Haha Im sorry, but this is too funny Enough with the
weird talk. Were both stuck here, right? Lets figure out
how to get out.@@novelbin@@
I thought my suggestion was quite sensible. Instead of
wasting time on his rants, finding an escape seemed
like a better plan. However, for Mr. Eyeglasses, or as I
had affectionately nicknamed him, Mr. Double Chin, his
priorities were different.
Y-Youre still making fun of me? I told you not to mock
me If youre so clever, why dont you give it a shot
yourself, you little brat Youll regret this
Even his angry outburst was oddly amusing. His
clenched fist looked like a steamed bun, and it was just
plain cute. Unable to contain my laughter, I continued to
giggle.
Just as Mr. Double Chin clapped his hands, a massive
book materialized behind him. Its cover read The Art of
Escape, and it whooshed open, speeding toward me. I
tried to turn and flee, but it was too late. In that
moment, his voice shifted from before, now with
precise enunciation and tone.
You think you can escape from it? Try enjoying a
lifetime stuck in there
If only Id known this was coming; I wouldve given
that wobbling double chin a good tug earlier.