Bamboo Forest Manager

Woo-jins Gleefully s*xy Harem Life

“……”

Staring blankly at the ceiling brought no particular thoughts.

Life really is a b*tch.

Anyway, I wanted to curse this day called ‘today’ using all the swear words inside me.

It was great that I started my bicycle trip.

For lunch today, I planned to go to a black bean noodle restaurant and order noodles and sweet-and-sour pork just for myself.

It would have been quite the luxury.

But now, far from luxury, I’m so hungry because I couldn’t even eat properly.

“Ah, shit.”

I actually had a better time talking on the phone with the kids earlier.

I had to repeat the same explanation about how it happened three times, but at least it felt good hearing their voices.

The accident itself wasn’t big.

And I wasn’t badly hurt.

Just a crack in my leg that needed half a cast.

The doctor said I could be discharged but suggested staying hospitalized for one day just in case there were any aftereffects, so here I am lying around blankly.

Wooong! Wooong! Wooong!

Then my phone rang again.

Out of boredom, I quickly answered it; it was my older brother’s slightly agitated voice:

– Heard you had an accident.

“Yeah, but it’s nothing serious.”

My indifferent tone might have reassured him somewhat because he hesitated for a moment before asking in an annoyed tone:

– What happened?

“I was passing near an elementary school when kids kicked a soccer ball that flew at me.”

– …….

“So as I fell over from that hit, suddenly a car burst out of an alley and crashed right into me.”

– Huh.

“The parents of the kid who kicked the ball and the car owner finished talking with me. They agreed to cover costs like bike repairs and medical expenses.”

– Okay.

“Actually what bothers me more than anything is missing out on this trip.”

– …….

Perhaps due to my casual way of explaining things he seemed somewhat relieved:

– How long will you be hospitalized?

“One day. I plan to stay at the dormitory starting tomorrow.”

– Come back home.

At those words, my brow furrows immediately.

“Ah, no.”

– Come and stay here. You’ve got a crack in your leg; you need someone by your side.

“I can take care of myself. Besides, I have many friends in the dormitory who can help me out.”

– Sigh… Your mother will worry. Your father too.

My father too?

Hmm, that might be possible.

Perhaps he might show just a hint of what we consider worry.

“I’ll see how it goes. If it really becomes unbearable, I’ll come home.”

– ……

My older brother didn’t respond directly.

Instead, after a long silence, he abruptly ended the call.

That strangely made me anxious, but for now, I decided to ignore it and wandered around the bamboo grove instead since the vacation had begun and fewer posts were appearing in the bamboo grove online forum.

Could that be why?

“……It’s boring.”

Feeling somewhat empty inside, I slipped my phone into my pocket.

* * *

“Hey, is there anything specific you want to eat?”

“…….”

“Do you or not?”

Yu Arin was wearing an apron and asked with a tone tinged with annoyance as if she was irritated all on her own – probably because she wasn’t very confident about her cooking skills.

“……Kimchi fried rice?”

I answered after wracking my brain hard.

Yu Arin gritted her teeth in frustration over choosing the menu item.

“So you think even this fool can manage something like that?”

“How did you know?”

“Stay put. I’ll make you something really delicious.”

Then why did you even ask me about the menu?

“Do you have any ramen at home?”

When I asked cautiously, Yooarin raised her middle finger.

“There’s nothing for your mouth.”

Oh, what a temper.

I quickly sent a message to Seo Yerin, who was supposed to come over to Yooarin’s house.

– Kim Woojin: Bring some ramen when you come.

– Seo Yerin: ? Is this some kind of s*xy appeal?

Ah, I feel dizzy.

– Kim Woojin: No, just bring some ramen to eat. Yooarin is cooking.

– Seo Yerin: Oh?

Saying that, I sat on the sofa and closed my eyes for a moment.

Why am I at Yooarin’s house?

Obviously because she dragged me here.

Yesterday was hospital admission and today is discharge day.

Yooarin met me as I was about to go back to the dormitory and took me straight to her house instead.

I’ve been here before too.

Just like last time, seeing the empty house probably means her parents are out somewhere again.

“She said she doesn’t have any siblings.”

Maybe that’s why the spacious house felt somewhat empty too.

“If you’re bored, watch TV or something.”

As Yooarin suggested while making something in the kitchen, my eyes drifted towards the large TV in the living room but it didn’t really appeal to me.

“…Where’s your room?”

Rather than that, I wanted to see Yooarin’s room; glancing at me briefly she pointed with her hand towards a room closest to the front door.

“There. But there’s nothing much interesting inside.”

Does that mean it’s okay for me go in?

I quietly stood up and headed towards Yooarin’s room; realizing that last time I hadn’t had a chance look around it.

Quickly turning the doorknob, I stepped inside.

Yerin and Iseo had shown me around before, but I wondered what Arin’s place would feel like.

“…What is this?”

For a moment, I was confused whether I had entered a girl’s room or some kind of armory.

Starting with knives, there were staffs, nunchucks, spears. There were even things that looked like guns strewn about.

“Huh.”

Suddenly standing behind me, Arin grinned slyly and poked me with a sword she had leaned against the door.

“Cool right? Our master bought these for our upcoming video shoots.”

“Ah, for YouTube then?”

Now it made sense.

Arin had mentioned starting a Taekwondo performance team.

But how could an unknown team perform on stage from the get-go?

I heard they first planned to gain recognition through YouTube as part of their marketing and to generate income.

They’ve been choreographing recently. It seems these weapons are for that purpose.

“It’s not just about showing Taekwondo. Things like story and direction are quite important too,” Ji-yoon told her.

“Oh right, makes sense.”

While flashy performances are great, having a story isn’t bad either.

“But why are these in your room?”

I thought they should be at the dojo when Arin sighed and complained,

“There are lots of kids at the dojo. From kindergartners to elementary students. If these were there, they’d definitely mess around with them.”

“Yeah, kids can be terrifying.”

Having recently been hit by an elementary kid’s soccer ball confirmed that their innocent actions needed cautioning against.

“We only take them when needed.”

“You carry them alone? Must be tough.”

“I’ve got juniors and seniors who agreed to help out this time. They’ll come over to carry them away.”

“Hmm.”

I picked up one of the spears next to me wanting to say something cool but couldn’t think of any historical drama lines since I didn’t know any well enough.

“Don’t mess around with it too much; come on out.”

“Yep.”

It turned out more interesting than expected.

As we stepped outside just then the doorbell rang.

Ye-rin had come.

“Ji-na! Ji-na! Are you okay? Anything bothering you? Can you go to the bathroom by yourself?”

Ye-rin burst in with a fuss, carrying something bulky in her hands. Upon closer inspection, it looked like clothes and toiletries.

“What, are you planning to stay over?”

Since Ji-na and Ye-rin had always been friends, I thought that was naturally possible.

“You’re staying over too?”

Ye-rin asked me as if it were obvious.

Huh? Me?

Glancing at Ji-na who was busy cooking something, she awkwardly avoided my gaze.

“My parents went on a trip. So the house is empty for about a week. It’d be good to stay together since you’re injured.”

“Your parents really get along well.”

I remembered hearing they were traveling last time I visited; now they were gone again.

“Anyway! So I decided to stay here too! Mom allowed it since she knew I’d be at Arin’s place!”

“…Your mother?”

She probably gave permission because she didn’t know I was here.

Ye-rin hadn’t bothered to mention that part either.

It was an awkward situation but ultimately,

“Woo-jin’s blissful harem life for this week?”

I tried giving this week a name when suddenly something hit me hard—it was Ji-na poking me earlier.

She said not to mess things up, yet she’s the roughest of all with her words.

“Shut that kid up. Ugh, damn.”

Ji-na grumbled irritably.

“Heh, he’s not wrong though.”

On the contrary, Ye-rin clung close and whispered softly into my ear.

Finally,

“What about Seo?”

Considering our past conflict during the last incident, I thought Seo wouldn’t just stand by without acting on this situation.

“Seo also agreed to come! She’s just running late because she stopped by your room to grab some stuff and clothes.”

“Aha.”

It’s somewhat surprising that Yiseo has accepted this situation.

Was it influenced by the last incident?

Wait, does this mean she’s going to the dormitory?

I immediately took out my phone and called Yiseo.

– Hello? Why?

“Yiseo, are you in my room right now?”

– I’m about to enter. Why? Is there something you don’t want me to see?

Yiseo asked with a chuckle if there was such a thing.

I sighed with relief and said,

“Can you bring everything from the drawer next to the bed?”

– …It’s not difficult. But why? Is it something important?

“Yes, very.”

– Okay.

Click.

The call ended just as the food was ready.

“Hey, it’s done. Bring the spoons.”

Watching Yu Arin set up the food on the table, Seo Yerin exclaimed in admiration,

“Is Arin Orion? She made Choco Pies.”

“…It’s frozen tteok-galbi, damn girl.”

“What about that next to it? Looks like some bugs roasted.”

“Pilaf.”

Pilaf?

Was she conscious of when Choi Yiseo made pork belly pilaf last time and received compliments from our mom?

Cute kid.

“Yerin, Arin put effort into this too; how can you say that?”

I then took a spoonful of pilaf and gave a thumbs up after tasting it,

“Choi Yiseo wins.”

“You jerk! You’re the worst! You eat everything!”

“…Isn’t this usually when you tell someone not to eat?”

Why has eating pilaf become like a punishment? Was it even correct to make pilaf this way initially?

“It seems like just making fried rice and insisting it’s pilaf.”

Woong! Woong! Woong!

– Choi I-seo –

“Hey, I-seo. Is there anything you want to eat? I think we’ll order something.”

As I said this with a smile, Yoo Arin started nagging again.

– Hey, can you bring me what’s in the drawer?

“Yes, make sure to bring that.”

From noble mtl dot come

Choi I-seo asks coldly.

– It’s a box of condoms.

“Yes, that’s right. Bring the stuff underneath it too.”

– Are these adult toys?

“Exactly. Make sure to bring those.”

– Good thing I bought garbage bags on my way here.

“Huh? I-seo? Just a moment, I-seo?!”

Click.

I-seo hung up abruptly and didn’t answer my calls for a while.