Soccer Club's Common Sense (2)
"So all three of us got in, huh?"
"Eughhh... Thank goodness. But how is this even possible? All three of us who interviewed at the same time get accepted together?"
"Well, guess we must've impressed them that much."
Jin Ha-eun, who had barged in out of nowhere, was so thrilled she couldn't contain her excitement, squealing away until she abruptly stopped. She was switching back to her concept of playing the aloof senior in front of girls, even though she was a total onahole bitch around guys. I wondered if an Onahole Class student was even allowed in the Bitch Class room, or if there'd be some penalty, but thankfully there wasn't. Come to think of it, she knew way more about this world than I did, so there was no need to worry. After all, she was the only one here who'd actually experienced being a soccer club manager before.
"Ahem, I'm looking forward to it. I did the soccer manager gig briefly before but quit. Back then, it felt like I was too tied down to the team, but after leaving and wandering around, I realized one thing for sure."
"What'd you realize?"
At Geum Ye-rin's question, Jin Ha-eun murmured dreamily with hazy eyes.
"Guys who work out have the best cocks...♡"
"Kyahahaha! Do their dicks get trained too?"
"Ugh, uwaaaahhh...."
I could only let out a small whimper, unable to join their conversation. Girl talk was still pretty intimidating for me. And when it veered into sexual topics like this, my lingering shyness made me too embarrassed to chime in boldly—I just felt awkward.
"What about you, Chae-a? How's it for you? Your owner's the soccer ace, right? Athletic guys must be on another level."
"I-I'm fine..."
"Hehe, no one's around but us—what's there to be shy about? If you're worried it'll feel like rating your owner and you feel bad, how about trusting me? I'll take responsibility no matter what."
"Ahahaha! How's an onahole gonna take responsibility?!"
"Y-Yeah, that's true. You're sharp, Ye-rin. I forgot for a sec. How could I, who has no skills beyond taking guys' cum, possibly take responsibility?"
Even a fully adapted local like Jin Ha-eun was still a possessor at heart. In front of a native's madness like Geum Ye-rin's, little slips showed. Of course, by my standards, they were both equally insane.
"Well, I wouldn't know if soccer guys have bigger dicks or anything. I haven't seen many besides Master's right now. But Master Geon-yul's body is so firm and rugged from all those muscles—it's great."
As I shyly murmured about Geon-yul's body, the other two perked up their ears. Should I say more? I hesitated, but then the classroom front door slid open with a drrrk.
"Oh, teacher's here!"
We'd been chattering about our soccer manager interview results with Geum Ye-rin when we realized first period was starting. It didn't matter much for Ye-rin or me, but Jin Ha-eun had to get back to her class, so things got a bit urgent.
"Everyone, greet the teacher!"
At the class president's call, I immediately hiked up my skirt, flashed my panties, and bowed. That was the rule when a male teacher entered. Jin Ha-eun awkwardly followed suit, but the teacher spotted right away she wasn't from Bitch Class.
"Class time and you're... Oh, you're Ha-eun, right?"
"Hehe, yep! It's me, Ha-eun, sir~"
"Ahem, aren't you from Onahole Class? What brings you here?"
"I applied for soccer manager with these girls~ Just came to chat a bit~ Hehe."
Her attitude toward us flipped a full 180. She put on a cutesy tone for the young male teacher. She didn't even have a tail plugged in like Ye-rin or me, but it almost felt like her ass was wagging one.
"Ahem, you should've headed back before class started. Now go on and attend your Onahole Class lesson."
"...Why's the teacher being so nice to her?"
Geum Ye-rin and I exchanged glances and tilted our heads. And for good reason—that male teacher was blatantly strict. With an all-girls class, a young guy like him should've been popular, but he wasn't. By now, well into the semester, his true nasty personality had fully shown itself.
Yet he was especially gentle with Jin Ha-eun. Why?
"I seduced him and fucked him once last time, and he's been nicer since."
"Ah, uh-huh...."
Of course. Still, for a guy who'd failed with other girls to get eaten by Jin Ha-eun—it made her seem impressive all over again.
"Hold on, you three—soccer managers?"
"Yeah. So?"
The teacher beckoned, and the students stopped flashing their panties. But why'd he suddenly ask about soccer managers?
"Nah, nothing big. I heard earlier. Since two from our class got picked, pass on that the coach wants you at the field at lunch. Almost forgot. Anyway, Ye-rin and Chae-a, head to the soccer club later?"
"Yes!"
"Got it!"
"Pfft, you two are tough. Athletic guys have insane libidos. A few days there and your pussies'll be worn out."
"Hehehe... Sounds good to me."
"M-Me too."
In this world, a teacher sexually harassing students like that was no issue at all. I forced an awkward smile and brushed it off; Ye-rin laughed it off brightly and cheerfully. Lunch at the soccer club, though... Nothing weird, right?
"H-Here, right?"
"What a rundown soccer club annex..."
I found the soccer club annex with Ye-rin—a small, unflashy building in the corner of the field. I'd never had reason to come here before and barely noticed it.
Kiiik... I stepped forward and opened the door. Ye-rin suggested waiting for Jin Ha-eun to come together, but I refused. Simple reason: Though we hadn't coordinated, I had this gut feeling she'd beat us here. And the moment the door opened, both Gold Ye-rin and I had to nod.
"Ohhoook♡ Haaang♡ Getting crushed in a mating press feels sooo good♡♡"
Sounded like she was already getting pounded by the male players, but no male voices meant she was masturbating. Jin Ha-eun lay sprawled in the center chair where players sat, fingering her pussy herself.
"Heok, hek... You came? Coach is in the bathroom..."
"Can't hold back while he's gone, huh..."
"Haa, haa... But this smell's been so long..."
Only after she mentioned it did my nose clear, picking up the annex thick with male musk. Just inhaling made my head spin.
'This much is bearable, though?'
Boldly speaking, it was nothing compared to the bathhouse. There, dozens of unwashed, soon-to-wash guys moved around, pumping out overwhelming male scent. Tough even for my smell fetish. But the annex—clean despite looks, or maybe no players yet—didn't risk knocking me out.
"But coach in the bathroom—what's that mean?"
"Hek, hek, he said he'd bring the other players soon to introduce us. Haa, probably self-intro time right after."
"That's why... Can you take your fingers out while talking?"
"Hng, no way. If I meet the players like this, I might not hold back and finger myself in front of them. Better drain some now..."
And so, with Ye-rin and me beside her, Jin Ha-eun bucked her hips into the air a few more times, squirting everywhere. Was horniness contagious? Watching her made Ye-rin and my faces flush. Just glancing made me wanna join and masturbate too—I struggled to hold back.
Just as it got hard to endure, they finally arrived.
"No, see, that last goal was basically mine..."
"Yeah~ Loser buys ice cream~ Can't hear quitters~"
"Fuck, got nothing."
"Mad? Go home and use that onahole you bought last time."
"Was gonna. No managers lately 'cause of starting lineup trials—picking which hole to drain's a hassle."
"Speaking of, probably today..."
Kiiik...!
Heavy footsteps. Low, rumbling male voices unlike girls'. A dozen guys beyond that door. As it opened, a blast of intense male pheromones with the breeze nearly blacked me out.
"Hngh?!"
I'd let my guard down. Figured players not here at lunch were eating, so they'd be late. But no—they'd scarfed lunch first (athletes always did), then played soccer like maniacs. If the coach hadn't called them early, they'd be out there till lunch ended. Back when I was a student, sports nuts were like that.
Meaning they'd all just sprinted nonstop under the blazing sun.
'Sweat smell... plus over ten guys' thick male musk at once...!'
Jin Ha-eun had stopped masturbating, legs slightly spread flashing panties in bitch mode, pretending innocence. Meanwhile, I—addicted to the scent—was dying to finger my pussy.
'Hold it, hold it, gotta endure...'
Then a dark shadow blocked my view. Blinked a few times to realize it was a gym jersey. Plop—it fluttered onto my face. Deep inhale of that intense, familiar male scent, and I weakly came before I could resist.
Pssshhh...
Panties soaked, I grimaced but sniffed desperately. Ridiculous—like a vending machine, just the smell made me cum, programmed that way. Whose jersey?
Post-orgasm face burning red, I shook off the sweat-reeking jersey and checked the name tag. No surprise.
[Kang Geon-yul]
"Uuuugh...!"
"Ah, sorry sorry. Didn't see you there. Just tossed it like usual 'cause it was hot."
"Y-You scared me..."
That sparked it—players noticed the new managers. Some backed off warily; others got too chummy, slinging arms and firing awkward questions.
"Whoa, tail? Can I touch? Feels real?"
"N-No, it's plugged in my ass—dangerous."
"Hmm, not a virgin, right?"
"No. Already fucked my owner... Th-that's Geon-yul over there, my owner."
"What? A owned bitch as manager? Hmm."
At first, guys crowded me most. But revealing I was Geon-yul's exclusive bitch tanked their interest fast. Overwhelmed and hiding my recent orgasm, I pulled down my skirt, using his jersey like a blanket over my lower half.
Wondered if he'd aimed it at me on purpose, but nah.
'No way he'd think that far.'
As light touches and Q&A flowed between new managers and players—nothing too hands-on—the door opened again. This time, a potbellied older guy entered.
"Oh, everyone's here?"
The coach. Thought I'd get a breather from clingy players and learn my duties. Nope. He slurped ice cream, flicked on the AC, and curtly announced:
"Yeah, managers here? Dicks-for-brains, sit. You three, stand and introduce yourselves."
"S-Self-intro?"
"Yup. We know each other, but not you. Say your class and name, show off some tricks."
Perform for dozens of same-age guys? Humiliating enough. But worse:
'Stand up?'
I couldn't. Geon-yul's jersey had smothered me in musk till I came hard—squirted too much. Standing now? Pussy juice would drip visibly. Panties ignored, it'd leak through gaps. Useless premature pussy!
"Chae-a, not standing?"
The other two managers stood; I stayed seated. Coach tilted his head, prodding.
...Why always me in these spots?
'Haa.'
Swallowed a sigh inside and stood.
Drip, drip.
Sure enough—pussy juice overflowed panties, splattering the floor. All eyes locked on my crotch.
Snicker snicker.
Snicker snicker.
They tried hiding it, but laughter burst from some players. Clearly couldn't hold back at my shame.
"Th-This is..."
Legs numb, I teared up trying to explain. But I didn't know yet—clumsy excuses breed bigger reactions.
"Don't misunderstand! I-It's not weird, just pee!!"
After my lame excuse, snickers turned to chuckles, then full-blown roars—no more hiding.
"What? So you're admitting you pissed yourself?"
"Pissing in public more embarrassing, no?"
"Real bitch can't even hold her piss?"
"Got a nickname already. Pissy Manager."
Whoosh—shame, shame, SHAME......!!
Face beet red, I bowed my head and shut up. Total blunder.