Chapter 32: Domestic Incest Gallery (3)

I flipped past the already chaotic first post and checked the next one.

Click-

<Is it okay if it’s incest as long as both parties are okay with it?>

It’s not like they’re harming anyone else.

Honestly, it’s funny how we’re interfering when they just want to love each other.

I don’t understand why these kids are so angry and making a fuss.

Want to eat my sister: I don’t understand why they’re so worked up when no one else cares.

How are you going to explain genetic diseases?

-oo:I haven’t heard of any genetic diseases coming from lesbian incestuous relationships yet?

-oo:Your wishful thinking is amazing lol. It’s just that there aren’t many such cases yet, so it’s not known to the world, but there definitely will be, right?

Not a troll: Reading this, it seems like the Baekbungis have serious inferiority complexes, huh?

The comment section had already become a UFC arena for a long time. In short, it became a battleground.

They were fighting in earnest, moving beyond light provocations.

With this level of firepower, it’s time for the mods to intervene.

But the gallery is still burning.

What are the mods doing!

I am the mod.

I quickly checked the mod-only chatroom. It was a risky act that would cause a major uproar if the casual users found out.

The very act of mods engaging in friendly chats is like advertising this gallery as a place with bot-related connections and moderator abuse.

Of course, considering they even have offline meetups without hesitation, it might be different, but that’s how it was in my world.

Your Honor, I am innocent. The private chatroom was already established by the time I got mod status.

Probably.

No, that’s not it. I checked the mod chatroom, or rather, the “Mod Room,” to see what was discussed.

Thankfully, it seems like the gallery’s condition was also discussed in the Mod Room.

Baek Hwayeon: Shouldn’t we suppress this thread now?

Baek Hwayeon: It seems like it’s getting too heated….

Cho Hyeseol: It’s fun, let’s leave it be.

Cho Hyeseol: Watching the fight is super fun.

Cho Hyeseol: Should we even make a bet on who wins?

Hwajuyeon:….

Baek Hwayeon: Unni Juyeon, please say something.

Hwajuyeon: I don’t know.

Baek Hwayeon: What?

Could it be that no one managed it until I checked?

There seemed to be a lot to criticize in the conversation.

Hwayeon at least seemed aware of the situation, but Hyeseol seemed to be already seated, munching on popcorn.

Unni Juyeon seems to have lost her passion for moderation after the last incident.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck.

The scene in a webtoon where someone grabs their neck and collapses. It’s not fiction.

Even the relatively normal Hwayeon wasn’t someone I could count on.

If intervention was possible, it would have already been done.

Then… I have no choice but to take charge.

It’s my first time, so I’m nervous, but I decided to trust my only achievement from my time as a man: my experience as a community regular.

Kim Jia is typing a message.

Baek Hwayeon: Oh, Jia’s here!

Baek Hwayeon: Jiaaaaa, save us!

Hwajuyeon: Gulp.

Hwajuyeon: Jia’s here?

Hwajuyeon: I miss my sister… When did we decide to meet again?

Cho Hyeseol:?

Cho Hyeseol:What’s wrong with that person.

Kim Jia:I’ll try to quell the thread.

Hwajuyeon: Jia is the best!

Baek Hwayeon:Jia, will you be okay alone? People were really angry…

Kim Jia:I have to try.

Cho Hyeseol: Aw, it was getting really interesting. Too bad.

I’ve given the heads-up, so that should be enough.

I closed the mod chatroom and looked at the gallery, still burning intensely without tiring.

It’s time to jump in.

Firefighter Kim Jia, deploying.

Tap- tap-

Author: Kim Jia

The atmosphere is too heated.

I will delete everything if this continues.

oo: Where was the mod? You’re only coming now!

oo: (A construction worker emoticon saying “Nice!”)

Want to eat my sister: How is it that the new mod does the best job?

oo: Let’s line up if you think the mods who didn’t do their job should buy Baekburgers.

-oo:X

Not a troll: You only show up when the lynching is in full swing and it’s starting to die down. Suspicious.

-oo: This guy’s nickname is lol.

Fortunately, most of the responses were more favorable than I expected.

There were some comments clearly meant to provoke, but that’s common, so it’s fine.

The things I need to do after posting are surprisingly simple.

After suppressing the thread, I need to nip the buds of the mischievous trolls who try to rekindle the flames.

In short, I need to refresh and delete posts mentioning incest threads.

<But now that I think about it, the incest thread>

For example, posts like these.

It seems insignificant, but due to human psychology, after a thread dies down, it can easily flare up again because of lingering effects.

So, it needs to be carefully managed.

I’ve already made an announcement. You’re the one who did wrong.

This post will be deleted.

Just these actions alone make the gallery significantly cleaner.

<What should I eat for dinner?>

<Guys, did you see Squid Game 3?>

I nodded in satisfaction, looking at the peaceful gallery.

Normalization of the Yuri Gallery.

Success.

With a heightened sense of self-importance, I picked up my phone, buzzing with notifications.

It was a message from the mod room.

Baek Hwayeon: Wow… Jia, that’s amazing.

Kim Jia: Oh, it’s nothing. I just posted a notice.

Baek Hwayeon: Even those two idiots didn’t do that.

Baek Hwayeon: Have confidence!!

Kim Jia:Hehe. Thank you.

Hwajuyeon: Our Jia is good at everything, even her embarrassed look is cute.

Cho Hyeseol: You don’t do it because you can’t, not because you won’t.

Baek Hwayeon: It’s better than not being able to do it even though you can, right!?

I blinked.

What does she mean by can’t? Is there some kind of reason?

They spoke lightly, but for some reason, I was worried.

Hmm. Maybe I’ll find out once we get closer.

I decided to take it lightly. We’ll be seeing each other a lot in the future anyway.

The time will come when they tell me themselves.

For now, it was time to bask in the compliments.

Compliments make even whales dance. I was extremely happy, despite it being nothing special.

Hehe. I can sleep well tonight.

I lay down on the bed in a lighthearted mood.

I have to go to school tomorrow, so I need to sleep early.

Even if it’s a yuri school, school is still school.

That means I still hate having to get up early to prepare for school.

Even my loving mother’s encouragement didn’t help my lack of motivation.

You have to experience high school again to understand this.

I thought while getting ready for school in a gloomy mood.

I’m not sure, as I’m a high school graduate, but I heard that college has a different attendance system.

I also heard that attending school five days a week isn’t mandatory.

Why does this school adopt a primary-secondary-high school attendance system?

I don’t know who they are, but I’ll curse the principal who established this rule.

My vengeful thoughts continued until I arrived at school.

But once I arrive in the classroom, those feelings disappear.

Thanks to my friends who welcomed me.

“Jia, hi!”

“Yejin, hi too.”

I waved to Yejin who maintains her usual energetic disposition.

“And me?”

“…Jihyun, hi too.”

“Hi.”

I even waved to Jihyun, who was making a scary face.

Then, Jihyun’s expression softened a little.

I didn’t know at first, but she seems to be the type whose emotions show clearly on her face.

Is this proof that we’ve become close? I felt a little elated.

It’s an emotion I didn’t know when I was a man with no friends.

Greeting my friends in the morning instead of burying my face in my desk is a happy thing.

Wait… Why am I crying?

Ignoring the sad memories, I sat down at my desk. The rather luxurious material was perfect for taking a nap.

Anyway, what are the classes today?

Liberal arts and… exercise?

Do all-girls schools even have gym class?

My pupils dilated.

With trembling hands, I tapped Yejin next to me.

“Huh? Jia, what’s wrong?”

“That… uh… what’s that exercise?”

“Oh, that.

“

It’s not what I think, right?

Please tell me it’s not. I hate physical activity.

“It’s just gym class, but it’s the first class today, so it’s likely just a simple orientation!”

“Orientation…”

It was the moment my fears became reality.

Come to think of it, it’s a prejudice to think there’s no gym class just because it’s an all-girls school.

I hated my past self who thought there wouldn’t be any.

While I was silently weeping inside, Yejin asked me.

“

Jia, are you good at sports? Jia.

“Sports… what kind…?

“

For example, track and field, dodgeball, and basic motor skills.” Hmm.

At Yejin’s words, I recalled my past.

I didn’t like physical activity, but I remember having the physical ability of an average man.

Come to think of it. This is an all-female school.

There’s a big difference in physical abilities between men and women biologically.

Since I have memories of being a man, I might be good at it among them?

Suddenly, unfounded confidence surged.

“I think I’m good!”

“Really? Can I have high expectations?”

“Yeah…!”

It’s time to show off my hidden charm.

“Ugh… w-wait! Wait a minute…”

“Jia’s athletic ability is completely terrible…”

This isn’t right…