Possessor's Common Sense (2)
After the interview wrapped up, I stuck around with Coach and Team Captain Senior for a bit more chit-chat. There was still plenty of time before the results came out, but we were just shooting the breeze about which girls caught our eye.
"Geon-yul, out of those three, who looked good to you?"
"I'd say Chae-a..."
"Haha, blood's thicker than water, huh."
It was a golden opportunity for me. I wasn't supposed to be on the interview panel in the first place, but I'd thrown a fit about being worried for Chae-a, and they'd let me in. Now I could subtly hype up her strengths. Sure, I wanted to have her around in the soccer club with me, and she wanted to join as a manager too, but I wasn't big enough to parachute her in. Objectively, my soccer skills were solid, but I wasn't the coach or the captain. I was just a fresh newbie. Hell, I should be grateful they even let me sit in on the interviews.
So if Chae-a had bombed the interview, I wouldn't have dared bring it up—it would've looked way too obvious. I do have a conscience, after all.
But damn, Chae-a pulled it off surprisingly well.
She'd shown great attitude during the interview, nailed standing piss play, and even crushed the paizuri. I'd given her a heads-up beforehand so she could practice—a bit of cheating, sure—but Coach and Captain Senior didn't know, so no worries there. Honestly, even without my nudge, they seemed plenty impressed with her.
"Hmm... it's a shame, though."
"I hate to say it in front of you, Geon-yul, but if she'd been in Female Bitch Class or Onahole Class, she'd have been a lock. Hell, even as a Bitch Class girl, if she didn't already have an owner contract, she'd have been our top pick."
"True. No matter how great a bitch Chae-a is, only you get to enjoy her services."
"Hmm... Coach, how about this?"
The issue was that Chae-a was my exclusive bitch, only serving me. Of course, I had zero intention of breaking our owner-pet contract just to get her on as a manager—if she got rejected over that, all I could do was grumble.
"We were planning to hire two anyway, right? Let's stick with those two and add Geon-yul's bitch... that Chae-a girl as a bonus."
"As your personal one? Hmm, I don't mind, but won't the other players bitch about favoritism?"
"I can handle that. None of the guys complaining would be better than Geon-yul anyway. We'll just make it clear from the start that she's special treatment."
When Captain Senior buttered me up like that, I could only grin sheepishly. It was beyond just bending rules a little—they were twisting the whole plan. Felt a bit heavy, but hey, good is good.
"Hmm, so what about the two regular managers?"
"I'd like to snag Ha-eun too, if possible."
"Hmm... Ha-eun, huh. She's got the right attitude and experience, so she'd probably do great... but her tits are too small. You know, a woman's gotta have big, juicy ones."
"Haha, we can grab a big-titted one for the other spot. Tastes vary these days—some guys even prefer small ones."
"Young folks' tastes are getting dangerous. Ha-eun's short too, isn't she?"
"Hahaha, she's perfect for an onahole, seriously."
It wasn't some super serious deliberation process like with me, and since Coach and Captain Senior had seen way more applicants, their talk wrapped up quick. I didn't get most of it anyway.
"Alright, see you next time!"
"Yeah, take care, Senior."
After leaving the interview room, I headed for the dorm but paused. Glancing down, my dick was rock-hard and straining. Not weird for me—young body, insane stamina, always popping boners out of nowhere. Chae-a teased the hell out of me whenever it happened around her, though.
"Ngh."
I waddled awkwardly for a sec before giving up and striding confidently. In my old world, parading around with a visible erection would've been mega rude, but here? Different story. Guys didn't give a shit about other guys' dicks, and girls' reactions were never negative. If anything, with a bulge like mine, they'd either drool from the mouth or soak their pussies—one or the other. Hiding it? Nah, you were supposed to flaunt it. That was common sense here.
Maybe bust a quick one?
But yeah, I was suddenly horny as fuck, and there was a legit reason this time. I knew what it was.
'Hehe... does boob pussy feel good, Master...♡'
To fully savor Chae-a's paizuri at 100%, I'd edged without cumming for a whole week. My balls were backed up with thick cum, ramping up my lust big time. But her paizuri? Not as mind-blowing as I'd hoped. Not worth a week's denial. Her perky tits were fine, so it must've just been the technique not hitting my kink.
I did cum from it eventually, but some dissatisfaction lingered, along with all that unspent, concentrated load still churning in my nuts. Chae-a wouldn't help drain it, so solo it was.
By the time I get to the dorm, it'll probably go down anyway.
I was throbbing now, and I always felt bad filling our shared bathroom with that musky cum stench, so I decided to jerk off in a nearby restroom.
Then a faint temptation hit me.
If they were normal friends, I'd probably swing by a human toilet stall. They say it feels amazing.
Some men's rooms had Human Toilet Class girls installed for cum and waste disposal—literally living toilets. They're human, so they rotate shifts every so often, but I avoid those spots, so details were fuzzy.
No, nah. That's kinda off.
I shook off the urge quick. Not just because of Chae-a. Even in the old world, guys with girlfriends hit up pros sometimes. I just worried I'd change if I got too casual about it.
Steering clear of human toilet rooms and ducking into secluded spots for jerk-off havens, I somehow ended up in an unfamiliar hallway.
"What the hell? How far did I wander?"
While scoping spots, my boner started deflating. Damn, all that buildup fizzling out—total waste of time.
I turned to head back to the dorm when—
"Wh-what the?!"
A woman's shocked shriek pierced from a nearby classroom.
What the—?
I froze, but instantly recognized the voice. No mistaking my favorite girl's—Yoo Chae-a's.
Why's she here?
I lunged for the door but halted at another woman's voice, straining to listen. She should've gone straight to the dorm post-interview—who was she with?
This voice rings a bell too. No way, that girl from earlier...?
I racked my brain. Jin Ha-eun, the short-haired one. Looked haughty but was a massive perv, with a slender build unlike Geum Ye-rin or Chae-a—stuck in my memory.
Why those two?
I held back, eavesdropping. They'd probably think twice knowing someone was here, but my conscience twinged a bit.
It's 'cause I'm worried about Chae-a...!
I justified it and perked my ears. Then my eyes went wide when they started talking about possessors.
Wait, Jin Ha-eun too?
Unlike Chae-a, she was originally a woman who'd possessed another woman. Felt a weird kinship, wanted to chat about it, apparently. Chae-a, how the hell did you get found out?
I sighed. If Ha-eun hadn't been one too, that could've blown up bad. Felt like a cat on a hot roof—relief mixed with anxiety.
"Ugh, whatever! Then that Geon-yul guy must suck at sex. Tiny dick or something. Try some other dudes, and your opinion might change."
That stung a little mid-eavesdrop. Ha-eun's words—I was fine, but my dick downstairs growled in offended pride.
Phew, I'm Chae-a's one-and-only simp, so I'll hold back.
Part of me wanted to pound Ha-eun's loose slut hole raw—show her I wasn't a quick-shot— but no dice. ...For Chae-a's sake.
Chae-a stepped up to defend me instead, since I couldn't butt in.
"...Geon-yul's not that bad."
"What?"
"And his dick's not small either."
Her reaction was off, though. Voice icy, the whole room vibe freezing over. Grateful for the defense, but it threw me. Then the mood thawed, and when Ha-eun asked, Chae-a casually spilled my full erect size—my face burned.
Objectively big even by this world's standards, sure, but two hot girls geeking out over my dick size? Hard to process.
"Can't you at least describe how it feels when he thrusts? I've never had a monster like that."
"Fine, I'll tell you."
The talk shifted to how it felt when I fucked her. By now, my breathing was heavy, dick throbbing again. Dying to know Chae-a's honest take.
Never heard the real deal before.
During sex, she screamed about my size and how good it felt, moans mixing with praise—but I didn't buy it wholesale. Heard plenty of girls faked it to stroke egos. Chae-a even admitted she acted up to this world's female average.
But confiding in Ha-eun now? 100% real. Girl talk about sex—no reason to lie, even if embarrassing.
...I was hooked. Pressed my ear flush to the door, feeling the wood against my earlobe.
Thump, thump. Heart pounding.
"...It's big, so the head... pops in, but then it all... starts slamming my womb... and my voice comes out... in gasps..."
Chae-a's voice was muffled. Ashamed? It trailed off into a squeak. Critical part lost—driving me nuts.
Just crack it open a tiny bit!
If ears weren't cutting it, a sliver of door would leak the sound. I'd catch her full sex review.
Without them noticing, nice and slow...
Stayed locked on her real-time recap of our fucks, her shy tone fueling me. Then, tiny fuck-up.
Nothing major. Cracking the door, I locked eyes with an ant in the gap.
An ant?!
Not a bee or scary bug—just an ant. But I panicked hard—
Crash! Clatter!
Ah. Fucked up.
Swallowed the yell somehow, but flung the door wide and tumbled ass-first to the floor.
"Whoa. Hey, your monster dick owner's here."
"He didn't hear everything, right?"
"Looked like full-on eavesdropping."
Face buried in the floor, I thought: Could stand anytime, but couldn't lift my head. Never wanted to get up. Time, just stop...
Pat-pat!
Chae-a dashed over, bent down, and offered her hand.
"You okay? Hurt anywhere?"
...Huh? So sweet. Even mortified, her kindness melted me. Her charm wasn't just looks and body. She'd know I overheard her dirty talk—could've been grossed out—but no harsh words, just concern.
Might be for show with someone else around, but Ha-eun was a fellow possessor like us. Secret out—no need to play devoted bitch in front of her.
Yet here she was, genuine, hand extended. That meant this was real Chae-a.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."
I grabbed her hand, looked up.
"A-hem."
"Ngh... don't stare like that."
Not just me blushing. Chae-a's face was strawberry-red. She covered with her free hand, but no hiding it. I got why. She hoped I missed it all, but nope—caught every word cracking the door.
We locked eyes, frozen, till an annoyed voice cut from behind her.
"Tch, shooting a youth romance scene. Meanwhile, some of us star in cumrag bitch flicks."
"A-hem."
"W-what do you want?"
Finally, we awkwardly pulled apart. Heart still racing.