Bamboo Forest Manager

Erection Prohibition Order

“Jin-ho hyung, haven’t you still given up on Arin?”

On the way to Yoo Arin’s house.

Pyo Jin-ho momentarily closed his mouth at his juniors’ question directed at him.

“…What?”

What did they just say?

Pyo Jin-ho frowned and turned his body. His hefty build often intimidated others but had no effect here since these people knew him well and were openly familiar with him in many ways.

“No, but come on. You’re joining the military soon and suddenly you do this?”

One of the juniors spoke as another added from beside him,

“That is true though. Honestly, when it’s time for me to go to the military, I’d rather just do what I want than this kind of thing.”

“Are you trying again to woo Arin? Then we’ll help you out.”

“She must see things differently now that she’s in college?”

The chatter of the juniors was akin to pigeons cooing in a park.

It’s devoid of nutrition, meaning, and I don’t even want to care about it.

“I mean, to me…”

Pyo Jin-ho’s lips twitched as if he wanted to explain what had happened to him.

But in the end, he couldn’t say anything and just let out a long, deep sigh.

Even the strongest-hearted person would be shaken if rejected so thoroughly by someone they liked.

It had also been an opportunity for him to reflect on his personal life a bit.

So perhaps that’s why the juniors who used to be cautious around him seemed a bit more relaxed now.

They had arrived in front of Yoo Ah-rin’s house before they knew it.

“But what about the other guys?”

“They all went to the military.”

The kids were having a casual conversation as if nothing was unusual, but Pyo Jin-ho felt strangely tense after hearing such talk.

Ding-dong!

He took a deep breath as he pressed the doorbell.

He was here at someone’s request to help out; there was no need for tension yet his body stiffened up anyway.

Thunk.

The door opened and the person who appeared was an unexpected face but one that Pyo Jin-ho recognized.

“Kim Woo-jin?”

“What? It’s Jin-ho hyung.”

Kim Woo-jin was unusually hostile.

He frowned slightly not only at Pyo Jin-ho but also at the men standing behind him.

“What are you doing coming over here like this?”

“Um? No, it’s just…”

“Hey! I told you I called them!”

Yoo Ah-rin cut off Pyo Jin-ho’s attempted explanation with her sharp voice before pulling Kim Woo-jin back inside and then stepping out herself,

carrying an armful of mock weapons.

“We’re supposed to practice tonight; I told them they could come pick these up.”

“That’s right…”

Kim Woo-jin sounded deflated.

Wondering why he had been so hostile even though he knew we were coming made Pyo Jin-ho feel rather baffled.

“Here, take all of this and go ahead. I’ll be right behind.”

Pyo Jin-ho and the other juniors received the weapons. It seemed that Yoo Arin knew them as she exchanged simple greetings.

Kim Woo-jin, standing behind Yoo Arin, glared at the men, apparently displeased by this.

His casted leg emitted a strange sense of oppression, causing the men to stiffen slightly.

“Should I take you home, Arin?”

“No need, it’s not even dark yet.”

“Then I’ll come to pick you up. It will be dark after practice. Or maybe I should come watch?”

“Are you joking? Just stay home.”

From their bickering, one could discern their relationship.

However, a few men who knew about the relationships between Yoo Arin, Jung Chan-woo and Pyo Jin-ho couldn’t contain their curiosity about Kim Woo-jin who had suddenly appeared.

“Is he… Arin’s boyfriend?”

“Arin?!”

Something irked Kim Woo-jin so much that he was about to rush forward but was pushed back by Yoo Arin with her back.

“Oh come on! Cut it out!”

“No way! You just acted too familiarly calling her ‘Yoo Arin’!”

“Yes…”

Satisfied with the response he received from them using her name informally as well., Kim Woo-jin nodded contentedly and hugged Yoo Arin from behind.

“I’m Kim Woo-jin; yes indeed her boyfriend. Please look after us in future.”

“Hey! Not in front of everyone!”

“And also… I’m actually quite wealthy. So it would be great if we can avoid any unpleasantness because if someone holds a grudge against me—I pursue it to the end.”

“Hey! Take this guy away! Oh man… wondering why he was standing at the entrance earlier!”

“Woojin! Let’s go inside!”

Seo Ye-rim finally pulled Kim Woo-jun away which resolved the situation for now.

The men were momentarily dazzled by Seo Ye-rim’s beauty but snapped out of it when Yoo Arina closed the door.

“Oh dear… Sorry about that. He isn’t usually like this—it’s just sometimes his obsession gets weirdly intense.”

While saying so she smirked slightly indicating she somewhat enjoyed these situations herself too.

“So uh…Arina? Will it take long for you to get ready? Should we prepare anything in advance?”

As Pyo Jin-ho awkward

“My boyfriend is so clingy. You guys go ahead.”

Thud.

Yoo Arin went back inside.

The people who had been watching her blankly gathered their things and got back on the elevator.

“…I want a girlfriend.”

At one person’s muttering, several others nodded in agreement.

* * *

“aaah! Arin!”

Even after being dragged here by Seo Yerin, she hadn’t calmed down.

No, should I say she became even more aggressive without those things around?

“Seeing her sweat it out with them makes me feel like I’m going to lose my mind!”

Lying on the living room floor flailing about, Seo Yerin who had dragged me in sighed deeply.

“But we can’t just stop Arin from doing anything.”

“I could! I could take responsibility without doing anything!”

As I shouted that, Choi Yi Seo, who was eating the chicken we ordered earlier at the dining table, chimed in,

“While you also hang out with other girls.”

“……”

The frenzy I was causing slowly drained out of me and left me sprawled weakly.

What should I say?

It felt like that comment had suddenly snapped me back to reality.

Then Yoo Arin came back inside again.

“What’s up? You were all worked up just now and suddenly you’ve calmed down?”

“Yeah, Yi Seo said something and it killed my vibe instantly.”

“Hmm.”

With a somewhat regretful snort, Yoo Arin headed straight to her room.

She must be getting ready to leave soon.

As I lay staring blankly at the ceiling, Seo Yerin quietly lay down beside me.

Adjusting my arm so she could rest her head on it; even this small gesture felt endearing.

“What shall we do now?”

Then Seo Yerin asked.

We had just finished eating chicken, and Yuarin was going to leave for practice in the evening.

That left me, Seoyerin, and Choi Iseo.

“Maybe we should watch a movie? Iseo doesn’t play games.”

With the three of us together, watching a movie seemed like a good idea.

“What kind of movie?”

Seoyerin kept asking questions.

Her tone wasn’t really demanding an answer; it seemed she just wanted to keep the conversation going.

“I don’t know. Action?”

“How about something s*xy?”

“Hmm.”

I glanced over at Choi Iseo briefly. Then Seoyerin also lifted her head in the same way as me.

“No.”

Choi Iseo, who had been nibbling on the leftover chicken legs, replied without hesitation.

“Okay, she doesn’t want to.”

“That’s too bad.”

As we stared blankly at the ceiling again, Choi Iseo who seemed satisfied with her meal passed by us and sat on the sofa saying,

“Hey, we need to think carefully. This is Yuarin’s house. We shouldn’t do anything weird here.”

“I hate it when she makes sense because then I have nothing to say back.”

Pouting my lips slightly made Seoyerin laugh as she pulled me close.

She hugged me tightly as my posture shifted like someone sleeping fitfully,

“It’s okay; it’s okay. Woojini can just bury herself in my chest.”

What is this?

I really feel like everything is alright now.

The fragrant scent of Seoyerin and her soft touch that relaxes my facial muscles…

Is this maternal instinct?

No but that’s a bit too much…

“Yerin?”

I called out cautiously while nestled against her chest

“Yeah?”

“Are you not wearing underwear?”

With a hint of disbelief, I asked her, and Seo Yerin grinned and whispered in my ear.

“It’s such a hassle to take off, isn’t it?”

Thump!

As strength surged into my lower body, someone kicked me in the buttocks.

“Ouch!”

“Ow!?”

The pain made me lift my head, which unfortunately led to hitting Seo Yerin’s chin with the back of my skull.

“Woojini hit meee!”

Seo Yerin rolled around on the floor clutching her chin.

I turned around to find the culprit who had kicked me and there was Yu Arin, arms crossed and fully prepared.

“So you were all lovey-dovey calling her your girlfriend just now? And now you’re happy being buried in her chest?”

“…I’m sick, Arin.”

My lame excuse obviously didn’t take hold at all.

“This is my house so I make the rules. For the next week that you stay here: no erections for Kim Woojin.”

“How does that even make sense?!”

She clearly doesn’t understand men at all.

“Shut up! Just do as I say! Have you thought about how awkward it would be if my parents came over and smelled something weird?!”

“Oh wow, that would be awful.”

Choi Eseo chimed in from where she sat on the sofa looking at her phone.

Definitely.

I too would probably die of embarrassment if Mom walked into my room while it was filled with a strange smell as she smiled.

“Anyway. You just can’t do it. Got it? Besides, your leg is injured so you shouldn’t strain yourself unnecessarily.”

Intense movements are indeed out of question right now.

But I had something to counter that argument with.

“Hey look!”

Lying flat on my back, I waved my hands up and down from below waist level.

“If you guys climb on top like this and move—Argh!”

Yu Arin’s kick halted any further words.

“What kind of dictatorship controls erections?”

“This one does. Here—I am the law.”

“I never said I would come in the first place, did I?”

“Do kids born in dictatorships choose to be born there?”

Is she attending some debate academy or what?

“Ow, ow! My jaw hurts so much! Lick it here!”

Don’t people usually ask for a kiss?

After calming down Seo Yerin, who was still complaining about her sore jaw, she spoke to Yu Arin heading towards the entrance.

“Call me before you finish. I’ll come pick you up.”

“My legs hurt too.”

“You need to walk a bit. I’ll come get you.”

Besides, others might unnecessarily cling after work is done.

“…Tch.”

Muttering under her breath, Yu Arin left with a snort that wasn’t entirely displeased.