Soccer Club's Common Sense (1)
The day after the bathhouse incident. Normally, we'd be bickering about whether I'd deliberately seduced him or something, teasing each other mercilessly, but this time, I didn't even have the energy for that.
I'm so fucking embarrassed I could die...
It was undeniably all my fault. Even if I posted it on one of those YouTube channels that analyzes fault percentages, they'd pin at least 80% on me. Not sure if they do that for sex, though.
No, maybe Geon-yul's somewhat at fault too...
I thought it over calmly. Who suggested jumping into a tub full of aphrodisiacs? Me. Who hesitated after he suggested leaving, then spread my legs and impaled myself on his dick? Me. Who whispered all sorts of filthy words in his ear with a cutesy, coquettish voice? ...Me.
"Kuhhhh..."
No matter how I sliced it, I was the one responsible. Sure, I could claim the aphrodisiacs made me lose control, but that just led to the self-own: 'Who dragged you into the spring aphrodisiac bath?' Then I'd counter with, I didn't know, would I have gone in if I did? But that was pointless too—if I didn't know, it was still my fault for not knowing. Ignorance isn't a crime, but in cases like this, you should've known better holds true. No escaping responsibility.
"...Sniff, why didn't you warn me?"
"I thought you knew and went in anyway."
"W-why would I ever want to get hit with aphrodisiacs on purpose! Heightened sensitivity and turning all slutty—what's good about that?!"
"Beats me. At the time, I figured you were just curious what it'd feel like to soak in it. Or maybe you were being stubborn, like let's see if I can tough it out."
"Ughhh!"
As a last petty rebellion, I muttered that he should've warned me and this wouldn't have happened, but Geon-yul shot back instantly. Honestly, it felt like excuses—he probably just wanted to tease me or try something once he saw me staggering around aphrodisiac-drunk. But I couldn't call him out on assumptions. After all, I was the one who came onto him first.
"Anyway, when's the manager announcement coming? Life's so boring lately, it's the only thing keeping me going."
"Boring? Even if you make it, it won't change much."
"Can't be helped. It was disorienting at first, but now it's just the same routine every day. Feels like I'm back in school—total drag."
"You're basically a student anyway, just older... But the manager results shouldn't take long."
"Really?"
My eyes sparkled at Geon-yul's words. He hadn't said it outright, but I'd felt a twinge of loneliness every time he left me behind for soccer practice. Maybe that's why I wanted to be the soccer club manager—to stick with him more.
...Lonely? Wanting to be together? What the hell!
I shook my head wildly at my own ridiculous thought, cursing myself from seconds ago. Logically, why would I feel lonely just because Geon-yul ditched me to wander off? Being home alone is great—no interruptions, no Geon-yul to spark weird ideas. I could masturbate freely...
Whoops, not that.
Anyway, nothing like that at all.
Like, it'd be nice together, lonely when apart. Wanting excuses to spend more time? That's straight out of some lovesick girl's playbook. I wasn't crushing or some pure-hearted maiden, so I was safe.
...Probably.
"Ahem, so when do the results come out?"
"Latest in ten days? They're picking two. Wonder if just two can support a dozen-plus guys..."
"Support, huh."
I wasn't clueless. "Support" meant more than just handing water or fetching balls—it included handling sexual needs.
Even if there are extras, assuming eleven players... one girl handling five or six solo? No way.
Obviously, I had zero interest in becoming a pseudo-human toilet for other guys' urges. I already had an exclusive bitch contract, so they couldn't force it anyway.
"Huh."
Wait—then why pick me?
"Dunno if you'll make it, Chae-a."
"N-no way..."
"Yeah, you guessed it. Not just soccer—managers in every sports club are girls. Players... build up, y'know."
"Sexual frustration? Cum?"
"Uh? Y-yeah, that stuff builds up."
I frowned slightly—not at what he'd say next, but because he was treating me like a girl. Him hesitating to say "sexual frustration" or "cum" around me, or acting shocked when I said it casually, proved Kang Geon-yul saw me as female. Sure, he'd declared girlfriend mode in the bathhouse yesterday, but today was today. And we were in the dorm room—no need for girl treatment.
"I get it. Players' dicks and balls fill up with cum, so they dump it in managers' pussies like onaholes. And if I'm manager, that's my fate."
"Khup, cough... Yeah."
As I spat out the dirty words, I spotted the bulge growing in Geon-yul's pants. Annoyance mixed with triumphant glee. Come to think of it, yesterday under me, panting away, I'd felt this victory rush. Had I awakened something weirder? Shaking it off, I refocused.
"Hate that. Thought it'd just be you, like usual. N-not that I love it or anything... but multiple guys? Too much!"
"Coach and team captain senior were stressing. Overheard— you're perfect manager material, but stuck to just me."
I got it instantly. With only two slots, picking me meant the other handled double the load pussy-wise. Total burden.
But solutions popped up too.
Just pick more. Or why not three? Original two, plus me as Geon-yul exclusive...
And days later, the soccer club manager announcement proved me right.
"I-I made it?!"
Exactly ten days after the interview, as Geon-yul said, individual texts came. On a normal school day, waiting for first period, I jolted in shock.
Wait—then Ye-rin...
Joy faded fast; I glanced cautiously at Geum Ye-rin. Felt awkward. We'd interviewed together—if only I passed, it'd feel guilty. Not just this—any win like exams near a loser's hard to celebrate fully.
Not knowing Ye-rin's status, I watched till her phone rang. She checked, yelled the exact same line in triumph.
"I-I made it?!"
Finally relieved, I rushed over for a high-five. One pass makes coach a talent-blind criminal; both? Elite scout.
"Said during interview it'd be great if both, but didn't think it'd happen! Total relief."
"Ughhh, fucking pumped. Been fapping past few days imagining soccer guys gangbanging me hole-by-hole in the locker room! Now it's real?"
"Uh? Y-yeah, probably..."
Her blunt motive threw me, but yeah—girls applying for soccer manager? Normal here.
Regaining composure amid excitement and her words, I replied.
"Yeah, you'll get gangbanged for sure. Maybe ten at once."
"Ten daddies? Insane, can I really get that lucky...?"
"Haha... Secret, but overheard from Master. Only two managers. I'm exclusive to mine, so the other handles the rest..."
Clatter!
Then the classroom back door slid open. A girl entered—same uniform as our class, but details screamed different. Skirt dangling colorful condoms: green, red, yellow, pink, blue... like art class paper. Some filled with milky fluid—no need to ask what.
More shocking: top had nipple holes, fabric crudely cut out. Pink nipples and modest tits fully exposed.
Condom skirt was official onahole class uniform—special like our bitch class animal ears/tails. But reforming clothes to flash tits? Her choice. Original world girls shortened skirts for fashion; here, she bared breasts publicly.
"Kyaa! Chae-a, I made it!"
"Huh, sen— no, Ha-eun?"
I recognized Jin Ha-eun pre-voice. Onahole class, fellow possessor, interviewed with Ye-rin and me.
But something off.
"You too, Ha-eun?"
Geon-yul said only two. If Ye-rin and I passed, no room for her. Misdelivery? Or...
—'Just make me Geon-yul's exclusive manager.'
My earlier idea: Geum Ye-rin and Jin Ha-eun official, me as Geon-yul's dedicated?
"Damn."
I got a little wet.