I wanna jerk off...
Stargram.
An app installed on everyone's phones, right up there with Itube and Tiktok.
The social hub for the popular crowd, a time bomb packed with everyone's dirty little secrets.
From the everyday private lives of neighbors and friends right next to you, to the glamorous existences of celebrities you wouldn't dare approach.
Stargram was overflowing with all sorts of updates.
Posts like:
-Nothing beats the weekend, even for the unemployed.
Sharing pics of clinking glasses with their partner.
Or ads popping up everywhere:
-Wanna find love? Buy this cologne first.
Lots of posts from people silently sharing their day through photos alone.
Yeah.
That's your standard Stargram.
But mine was a little different.
⚙ SEXGRAM ⚙Find your hidden desires.
Sexgram.
An app with a blatantly obvious name.
This bizarre app that had suddenly appeared on my phone one day.
I opened Sexgram.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙Accessing Sexgram Admin Account.
Sexgram was flooded with DMs.
The paper airplane icon symbolizing messages was dotted with countless red badges.
-Jinwoo oppa, I'm free right now. Can I come over to your place?
-Oppa, you have no classes today, right?
-I'm heading straight to your house now?
-Jinwoo, you free today? I snagged a theater ticket. And I booked that nice restaurant nearby...
-M-Me, um, M-Master, how long do I have to keep this up...?
-I was a good girl today.
-Did you see my story? I posted it for Coach's eyes only...
-Jjinu, when are you gonna satisfy my urges? I'm going crazy...
A deluge of DMs.
And every sender was a jaw-dropping beauty.
Profile pics so stunning they hurt your eyes.
Filters? No way. I'd met some in person—no filters needed. If anything, plenty looked even better up close.
College models, celebrities, athletes, famous influencers.
All these envy-of-everyone women were desperately sliding into my DMs.
This the life of the popular guy?
📜 DAILY QUEST 📜
Receive Pussy Pic 0/1
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A warm spring breeze.
March, when winter's chill finally started to fade.
The time of year when every school buzzed with excitement welcoming new students.
Yeonsung University was no different.
The freshmen were thrilled at the prospect of their first taste of adult college life.
And it wasn't just them.
"Hey? Chae-ah, you taking this class too?"
"Suhyun, you're in this gen ed lecture?"
"I heard the prof here doesn't assign much homework."
Returning students were blooming with smiles, reuniting with classmates at the start of the new semester.
"Let's team up for group projects later."
"Sounds good~!"
Some were already chattering about forming teams for upcoming group assignments.
Everyone except one guy who wasn't enjoying it.
Kim Jinwoo.
26 years old, back from military leave.
Yeonsung University, Korean Literature Department, 3rd year.
His age stood out sharply from the rest of the classroom.
A lonely 3rd-year staring at his phone in the corner of the room.
'This kind of solitude? I'm used to it.'
Jinwoo had been living this isolated life since his freshman year.
As a repeater, he was a year older than most when he enrolled, creating an inevitable distance from the start.
Then, right after sophomore year, he enlisted. Two years on military leave.
Instead of jumping straight back, he took a gap year working odd jobs, landing him still in 3rd year at 26.
The school felt more changed than he expected after three years away.
Not the school itself—the students.
No familiar faces in sight.
All new people.
The female classmates he'd gone to school with had mostly graduated, and the few guys he could call peers were seniors who rarely showed up anymore.
"Another year flying solo."
Solo everything was routine now.
But the atmosphere? Still hard to get used to.
"Sit together in class."
"Suhyun, what's your afternoon schedule?"
"Packed with majors. Lunch then study grind till 5 PM."
The lively laughter of other students highlighted his isolation. Everything else was fine—this disconnect was the tough part.
I sat in the corner, scanning the lecture hall.
Aside from me, mostly 2nd-years.
A few other 3rd-years back from leave, but they were two years younger than me.
Different class years, plus my repeater status didn't help.
All these fresh-faced underclassmen.
Not my department, but juniors all the same—way below me.
'Butting in would just kill the vibe.'
A returnee forcing his way in? No thanks.
I eyed some others in my boat.
This class, we'd probably tackle group projects with them.
Memorizing my future comrades' faces, I glanced at the clusters of underclassmen already forming groups.
One group stood out, drawing the biggest crowd.
'Ah.'
At its center sat a girl so stunning the word "beautiful" slipped out instinctively.
Glossy straight hair like fine silk.
Sparkling black eyes, long thick lashes, a sharp nose, lips gleaming red.
A razor-sharp jawline flowing into a graceful neck.
She was perfection sculpted to life, smiling in the middle of it all.
'That must be Han Chae-ah.'
Han Chae-ah.
Yeonsung Korean Lit's most famous student.
Among last year's freshmen (Class of '23), she was the prettiest—upperclassmen and student council alike had shot their shots.
-They had no business trying, it was hilarious. Man, Ddaengchili, you should've seen it.
His buddy's grinning face was still vivid, recounting campus gossip during his leave.
If even a department loner like me heard about it, she must be legendary in the major—and beyond.
The department goddess.
Han Chae-ah's moniker.
High school model, rumor had it.
Looking at her, it checked out.
Guys were already hovering nearby, scheming approaches.
"She's pretty, alright."
Honestly, drop-dead gorgeous.
Enough to hold my gaze a moment.
But that's it.
She didn't live in my world—a mere returnee's.
"Whatever."
Sighing, I pulled out my phone.
Phone's the best escape.
No one to talk to anyway, so earbuds in, browsing—no complaints.
Fired up Stargram.
To post a story? Nah.
A guy skipping department life, shuttling home-school-home—what's he got to share?
Stargram was my gateway to desire.
Why? Check the influencers' posts.
Female influencers dancing to the same Reels/Shorts BGM.
Cleavage-baring tops, dolphin pants flashing thighs—sultry moves in vertical frames.
-♬♩♪♪~.
Watching their desperate gyrations for views and likes, I couldn't help smirking.
"Guy friend POV" vids from hot girls with killer bodies—first-person date vibes.
Not the real deal, but proxy satisfaction hit nice.
Why watch? Looks good.
To a guy without a girlfriend, too chicken to approach one.
To me, too jaded for rose-tinted campus life.
Forbidden sights, so I settle for screen peeks.
Thighs swaying to the beat stir cravings.
'Look at those thighs. Insane.'
But what could I do? Admire inwardly, smash like. That's it.
Hearted the red like, swiped next.
Glanced around to avoid getting caught—situational awareness, soldier habit.
Bored of Reels likes? Scoured photos.
My liking spree was relentless.
Even on the risqué stuff.
No fear of friends spotting my likes.
Obviously.
No one followed me.
Who'd know what I liked?
And I followed no one either.
No special reason.
Just never bothered leaving a trail.
No point adding "1" to zero followers.
[Followers 0, Following 0.]
Perfect.
Used to have some meaningful followers back in the day.
Freshman year, repeater but pumped for college—tried mingling hard.
Every club, every event—I was in.
-Debuting in college. Gonna date, make new friends.
Big dreams. Sweet campus life.
But.
"I'll drink it!"
Newbie welcome party. Grabbing that massive "glass"—a tray in disguise—my department days ended there.
'Don't think about it.'
Bad memories? Bury 'em.
Time to forget.
"Whew."
Miracle I finished freshman year without dropping out.
That's when it started.
Ditching department life, unfollowing everyone.
Except one repeater buddy, no close major friends.
Juniors I'd spot would avoid eye contact.
Drunken mess trash.
Had to own it.
So, phone became my bestie.
'Fun times today.'
Why the tears?
Damn.
Sighed, swiped for more vids.
Then.
Ding-!
Alert rang. New window popped up.
"Huh?"
Am I seeing this wrong?
[⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹ followed you.]
Sudden follower notification.
Account name glitched out?
Heard DM spam's rampant lately. Romance scams?
Clicked to block.
"Huh? What?"
Profile won't load.
Phone glitching with noise.
"Virus?"
Nothing worth stealing here.
Phone freezing up, I sighed.
"No way..."
If not in class, I'd curse.
Swallowed it, stared at the static screen.
Hit it to fix? Old trick.
Then.
Screen normalized.
'Not hacked, right?'
Looked the same.
Except.
"Huh? What's this?"
One change.
"Minus 1?"
My Stargram following count dropped.
From 0.
[Followers -1, Following 0.]
"What the..."
Follower gained should be +1, not -1?
Question brief.
ZZZT!
Phone static filled my vision.
"Huh?"
A profile window floated mid-air, where none should be.
Stargram profile pic hologramming in space.
Like status screens in novels.
Semitransparent window before my eyes.
⚙ SEXGRAM ⚙Find your hidden desires.
Sexgram?
What's this now?
Blinked, new messages flooded in.
📜 DAILY QUEST 📜
Follow Someone. 0/1
Movie-like sequence had me blinking.
This it? The status screen awakening from novels and comics? Cheat power acquired?
'Quest probably gives rewards.'
Quest vanished. I doubted my eyes.
Text floated above everyone else's heads, crisp like new lenses.
ms_kim0319 [Followers 373, Following 88]camera_777 [Followers 123, Following 90]Park Isu_ [Followers 881, Following 45]
...
ID, followers, following.
Stargram accounts, plain as day.
Rubbed eyes, checked again—still hovering.
My gaze drifted naturally to one person.
Han Chae-ah.
Yeonsung's top star.
Wonder how many followers she has?
Han_cha [Followers 51K, Following 0]
51 thousand?
'Insane.'
Model gig real, then.
That many followers.
'With numbers like that, one more follow won't register.'
Following others? Too noticeable.
But over 50K? Invisible.
To clear the quest, I followed Han_cha's account.
📜 DAILY QUEST 📜
Follow Someone. 1/1
Quest completed.
Reward granted.
Sexgram Admin Account
Reward as expected.
Sexgram Admin Account.
What even is this?
Before pondering.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Followed account with over 50K followers.] [Additional reward granted.]⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Logging into Admin Account.] [Accessing private Sexgram account of followed account 'Han_cha'.]
Han Chae-ah's private Sexgram?
Such a thing exists?
My eyes turned to her.
Above her head, different text now.
-Ah, I just want to go home and jerk off!
...Huh?