The Crazy Grandpa Who Shitposts on the Gallery

“What did you just say….”

Crack.

A sound like something you’d hear during manual therapy rang out, and my field of vision suddenly bent backward.

Clack, clack, clack.

The mouth of the Hahoe mask collided at such a rapid pace that it sounded as though it were bursting into laughter.

[You must have forgotten the rules since it’s been so long.]

Clack, clack.

This time, I didn’t answer.

Instead, I quietly turned around and faced the ‘Elder’ with my back in front of me.

[They say that when a girl’s breasts are small, you can’t tell them from her back. Looks like that’s you.]...