Bamboo Forest Manager - Chapter 388



Night Wrestling

“Heeuk! Haaueuk!”

Looking at Seo Yerim sprawled on the floor, I felt a little bad.

Yerim begging me to stop stirred something in me, and seeing this side of her that she never shows, I got carried away without realizing it.

“Yerim, are you okay?”

“Hey, is she actually dead?”

Choi Yiseo and Yoo Arin asked, looking at Seo Yerim. Their glances towards me were laced with a feeling of disgust.

“Woojin, you need to show some restraint.”

“This b*stard thinks just thrusting is all it takes.”

“But you guys told me to!”

I tried to plead my case, but it didn’t seem very persuasive to them.

Come to think of it, they did drop out halfway through, and I was the one pulling Yerim in and pounding her.

No, wait, this is kind of infuriating.

“Yoo Arin, come here. You were supposed to be the one like that.”

I strode towards Yoo Arin, and she was startled, immediately opening the door and running outside.

Thump-thump-thump!

“Cock monster!”

“Get back here, you!”

Yoo Arin was sprinting into the living room.

She even went up the stairs to the second floor, running incredibly fast naked.

She locked herself in an empty room, and no matter how many times I knocked on the door, she wouldn’t come out.

“Tsk, you’re gonna regret this when you come out.”

“Wow, you did it so many times and you want more?! You’re still hard?”

At those words, I glanced down.

Looking at the limp thing, I asked.

“Possible?”

“Totally doable.”

“He says it’s doable.”

“Holy shit, were you just talking to your dick? That’s fucking disgusting. And you call that a joke!”

“Congratulations. That’s your husband.”

“You little shit b*stard…”

“Hmm? Your words trailed off just now? Doesn’t sound so bad, him being your husband, does it?”

“No, you dickhead! Get lost!”

Figuring he wasn’t coming out for a while, I went back downstairs to find Choi Yiseo hastily getting dressed.

“What’s this, why are you putting on clothes?”

“…It’s more like I don’t understand your question. Am I supposed to go without?”

“No, but it’s just us here. Isn’t it okay to just walk around naked?”

“Enough, put on some clothes. You said we were having meat.”

“Ugh, too much hassle.”

“I don’t want to see your thing flapping around!”

“Ah, okay, okay.”

Since food might splatter while eating. Though a shame, I go back to the room to put clothes on.

Seo Yerin was still sprawled on the floor, and going from outside the room to inside, the heavy, stale air felt muggy and unpleasant.

“Ugh, what’s that smell? Gotta open the door.”

I opened the door, and Seo Yerin shivered.

Putting on my clothes, I asked her:

“Yerin-ah, get up and eat some meat. It’s a late-night snack, but you’ll be too tired if you don’t eat now.”

“The culprit is Kimu Jin.”

“I guess not. Maybe you should wash up a little first.”

While I was pondering, Seo Yerin wriggled and moved toward me.

“Carry me.”

“You can’t move?”

“Mm.”

I first got myself dressed, then gave Seo Yerin a piggyback. I grabbed a towel as a last step and draped it over her shoulders to cover her up.

“Let’s go.”

“Let’s go.”

Two of us shouting powerlessly.

When we went out to the living room, Choi Iseo had already finished preparing to grill the meat.

“I’ll just grill it in the frying pan, okay? It’s a hassle to prepare the charcoal and everything.”

“Of course. It’s not Seowoo who’s eating, it’s you guys.”

When I answered with a pout, Choi Iseo sighed and looked at me.

“Really?”

“Really! How much did Dad look forward to meeting our Seowoo! Ugh! Seowoo! Our son!”

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“That’s why we did it together, all four of us.”

“Woojin, did we decide on our baby’s name?”

He answered while seating me on the sofa.

“Since it’s Yerim and Woojin, how about Yejin? Wouldn’t it be pretty if it’s a girl?”

“But aren’t the names too simplistic? Iseo and Woojin make ‘Seowoo’, Yerim and Woojin make ‘Yejin’. It seems a bit insincere.”

“…Is that so?”

“If we combine Chinese characters and mix in some English, wouldn’t it be prettier?”

She was right.

I realized that I needed to think deeply about what Seyeorin said.

Since these are names that will last a lifetime, shouldn’t they be really cool and beautiful?

“Let’s name Iseo and Woojin’s son Useo, meaning kind and pure!”

“Useo! That’s the opponent!”

“Hahaha! As expected of Woojin! You caught on right away!”

“…Don’t joke around with someone else’s son’s name.”

Choi Iseo pouted while grilling the meat. Although she wasn’t even pregnant yet, I wondered why we were talking about this.

But no one mentioned it.

Because having such conversations was quite enjoyable in itself.

“It would be really nice if we could all live together in a house like this later.”

No, maybe we could even have a much bigger house than this.

Just imagining that time made me feel good.

Not just thinking of it as a dream that would come true someday, but something that could happen right away after finishing military service.

Since it was beef, it cooked quickly, and Choi Iseo brought the meat on a plate.

“Like this. Iseo wearing an apron and taking care of breakfast. Awesome.”

“……Why are you getting all emotional by yourself?”

She’s grumbling, but not in a terribly bad mood, as Lee Seo shyly hands me the chopsticks.

Yerin, still with a towel draped over her shoulders, giggled as she imagined,

“Girls, go with Lee Seo’s mom and Arin’s mom. Your dad and mom have some private things to do. Oh my, honey… the kids are watching. Just hold on a little.”

What is this b*tch doing.

“Are you some kind of porn writer?”

As I, mouth full of meat, look at her dumbfounded, Seo Yerin grins and suddenly jumps up from the couch, doing a handstand.

A handstand?

“What the hell is she doing.”

At that moment, Yoo Arin comes down the stairs.

She’s wearing the white robe from the pool villa.

“She must have smelled the meat.”

“Animal.”

“No, why is she doing that? Is it just me?”

But Yoo Arin is right.

Honestly, I have no idea why Seo Yerin is suddenly doing a handstand either.

She has her head on the sofa with the help of the backrest, but her posture is so awkward she looks like she’s about to fall over.

But Seo Yerin, still in her handstand, smiles brightly and shouts,

“You should try it too! This makes you pregnant!”

“…….”

“Woojin’s sperm is in my va-!”

“You crazy b*tch! Just eat your meat!”

Yoo Arin, fuming with annoyance, makes Seo Yerin sigh and return to normal.

“Arin, don’t be jealous. You’re just upset because Woojin hasn’t given it to you yet, right? You should have held on better, you amateur.”

“Can I hit her?”

Yoo Arin, gripping her chopsticks tightly, points them at Seo Yerin. She looks ready to pounce if I say it’s okay.

“Guys, come on. If you have that much energy left, go make some ramen. I grilled the meat.”

“Hmph, let’s go, Seo Yerin. Let’s make ramen.”

“My legs hurt, it’s hard to move.”

Even though they say that, the two of them head to the kitchen together. They bickered and fought along the way, but it was just everyday life now.

“You grilled the meat perfectly, Yiseo. Lie down and eat some.”

“Thank- Lie down to eat?”

Choi Yiseo asked, clearly confused by the sudden remark, but I awkwardly shift the subject, trying not to make it obvious.

“Were you tired earlier? Put your legs on my thighs. I’ll massage them.”

“I appreciate it… but why do you keep trying to make me lie down? Are you trying to do something more?”

“No, it’s not that….”

I debated whether to say it or not.

But what’s the point in hiding things between us anyway?

“I’m just worried that, if you sit or stand up, the sperm might just spill out.”

“…….”

“Yerin said it too! Wouldn’t it be good to try something, at least?!”

“*Haaah*, Woojin.”

Yiseo sighed and picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks.

Then, she naturally shut my mouth by feeding me.

“I’m really sorry for tricking you, but you know it’ll be hard for us if we get pregnant now, right?”

Munch munch.

“Your draft notice came out too. If you get pregnant now, you’d just have a complicated mind even during your military service. You wouldn’t be able to be with us.”

Munch munch.

“If, by any chance, we got pregnant and an emergency happened. Who would take care of us if you were in the army?”

“Ri-ght.”

I nodded after finishing the beef.

Thinking about it while I ate, Yiseo was definitely right.

I had hoped for it, but getting pregnant now would only make things harder.

“Sorry for being pushy.”

As I apologized, my shoulders slumping, Choi Yiseo, who was looking at me, sighed, then stretched her legs towards me and laid down.

“Still… if I do get pregnant. It’ll be fate, I guess.”

“Yiseo.”

“I’m just tired and laying down! Just massage my legs.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

I can never tell if she’s winning or losing with me.

Anyway, she massages Choi Iseo’s legs, which must have been very tired earlier, to relieve her fatigue.

* * *

“How many packs of ramen should we cook?”

“There are four of us, so we should cook eight packs!”

“Oh, we also have meat.”

Yoo Arin and Seo Yerin grumble as they cook the ramen.

From deciding which type of ramen to cook to how many packs to use, the two constantly clash in their opinions.

Seo Yerin wanted to cook jjajang ramen and eat it with beef, while Yoo Arin suggested spicy ramen to soothe their stomachs.

“Hey, just cook half and half. I’ll cook the soup ramen, and you cook the jjajang ramen.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Seo Yerin starts tearing open the jjajang ramen packets while saluting.

Watching her, Yoo Arin feels a bit amazed and mutters to herself.

“Sss, she wasn’t like this in high school.”

“Hey, hey! Don’t talk about high school! That’s off-limits!”

“Why? Are you embarrassed?”

“Of course! Especially don’t mention it to Woojin!”

“……”

Did she find a weak spot?

Yoo Arin almost felt excited but then crossed her arms, holding the tongs, and Seo Yerin sneered.

“Should I talk about Chanwoo and Jinho?”

“……Should I cook all the jjajang ramen too?”

“That’s enough. I’m not that cruel.”

‘Damn.’

Realizing that she had more weaknesses from high school, Yoo Arin decided to shut up and just cook the ramen.

After cooking, they returned to the living room, where an unbelievable scene unfolded.

“Hey, hey, stop her!”

Choi Iseo was hanging upside down, held by her waist by Kim Woojin.

This was some kind of situation, I thought, but then Choi Yiseo shouted an explanation.

“It’s because Seoye Rin said some weird stuff earlier and you guys believed it!”

“Aha, you’re pregnant too!”

Seo Ye-rin cackled so hard she almost dropped the pot.

Kim Woo-jin, like a thief caught red-handed, flinched and looked towards the two of them.

“What the hell are you doing.”

Yoo Arin asked, annoyed, and after a moment of hesitation, Kim Woo-jin answered.

“Tombstone piledriver.”

“You think you’re The Undertaker? Put her down before you get your ass kicked.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The instant he lowered Choi Yiseo, Yoo Arin’s dropkick, launched from over the sofa, connected with Kim Woo-jin.

“Ugh, ughh!”

“Six-one-NINE!”