Soccer Club's Common Sense (3)
Droplets trickled down between my thighs, plip, plip. I desperately crossed my legs to hide the flow, but it was no use. No matter what I did, the liquid just kept running from high to low.
"Hahh... ugh..."
Talk about bad luck. On top of this already awkward mess, my body's hypersensitivity had to kick in. Without anyone noticing, my sensitivity was steadily ramping up. And who could blame me? Dripping pussy juice in front of a dozen total strangers—anybody would call that humiliating. The kicker? I got turned on by it. Exhibitionist, masochistic perv—call me whatever, I had no defense. Getting aroused from showing off embarrassing sides of myself to others? That was just how my body worked.
At first, I'd denied it, insisting it wasn't me, it was this damn body. But lately, even I was starting to lose track of where "me" ended and this started.
Is it really just this body's fault?
Mind and body are connected from the start. Thinking they're separate is some medieval nonsense. These days, everyone knows popping a pill from a shrink fixes mental issues. Even this involuntary arousal? All mental influence in the end. And the mind? Controlled by the brain. So what I'd chalked up to pure physical reaction was tied to my psyche, which looped back to the brain—a part of the body. Long story short...
I'm... kinda enjoying this, aren't I...
For introductions, I had to lift my skirt and state my name and affiliation. Gritting my teeth through the thrill and disgust, I clutched the hem, knowing I'd flash my dripping pussy to everyone.
Swoosh—
That was when it happened.
"Th-this is..."
"Wipe it quick. It's filthy."
Kang Geon-yul, sitting right in front of me at the head of the pack. Seeing my predicament, he bluntly handed over some tissues. Not a ton, but enough to dab at my soaked panties.
What's gotten into him?
It felt off, though. Wasn't humiliating me in front of everyone—laughing his ass off—one of this guy's favorite pastimes? Why the sudden kindness? The Geon-yul I knew would've piled on lewd taunts to make me squirm in shame, dodging suspicion by claiming it was "necessary," or stretched out a foot to tease my pussy with his toes. I'd end up mortified, then hear his "couldn't be helped" excuse later and lean on him harder.
Looks like his girlfriend getting trained.
That was his usual vibe—though it didn't mean I hated it. I'd never expected actual courtesy from him.
Well... points for trying.
I suppressed a grin tugging at my lips, took the tissues, and slipped a hand under my skirt to wipe the wet trails and around my pussy.
Some guys jeered, "Who does he think he is, Mr. Sweetheart?" Others cheered, "Aww, so wholesome!" But Coach bellowed once, and they shut up like ghosts.
"You idiots! The girls are talking!"
The rowdy players fell silent in an instant. Only then did the new managers' perky, wholesome introductions kick off.
Jin Ha-eun went first. Like she'd prepped, she flashed her black mesh adult panties for her intro, then busted out a sexy dance. Geum Ye-rin showed off her nostalgic leopard-print undies, introduced herself, then did jumping jacks that made her tits bounce wildly.
Everyone pulled some stunt. Coach tossed in comments after each, while I frantically brainstormed mine.
"You upperclassmen know her, but Ha-eun was here briefly last year before dipping. Guess she couldn't forget your cocks—back for more. Says she'll serve the soccer club every inch of her body, so use her anytime. Onahole bitch, so you can fuck her outside club hours or off-campus. She'll love it."
"New first-year Ye-rin here. Big tits for paizuri fans. Ha-eun's got skills; Ye-rin's pure fuckmeat with rack to match. Alternate based on your mood. Plus, Ye-rin's a bitch, so claim her exclusively if you want. She'd have to request leaving the club herself, though."
My turn last. Panicking without a stunt in mind, Coach beat me to it—unlike the others, chiming in before I even spoke.
"We planned for two, but I couldn't leave Chae-a behind."
"Th-thank you..."
"Chae-a's different from Ye-rin or Ha-eun. Only Geon-yul can fuck her here—she's his exclusive bitch. Now you're wondering why bring an exclusive bitch as manager, right?"
A few guys nodded. Hell, even I was curious how I'd snuck in. I perked up my ears, forgetting my stunt.
"Think of Chae-a as a high-class whore."
"High-class whore...?"
I scowled at the jab, but remembered: even bottom-tier whores outranked bitch-class me socially. I smoothed my face fast.
"Our club's gotta reward performance. Not just external rivals—internal competition keeps the grind going, spurring everyone on."
"Sure, but what's that got to do with new manager Chae-a?"
"Good question. From now on, Chae-a's the exclusive manager for the 'ace' who scores most in practice matches against other schools. Matches are spaced out, so between them, ace gets full dibs."
"Ooh..."
"Right now, that's Geon-yul. Wonder if it'll change? Up to your practice hustle. Heh heh heh."
Body or looks aside, being the one only the soccer ace could claim? That title fired up competitive young guys like nothing else.
What if some other guy steals ace from Geon-yul?
A twinge of worry, but nah—no real threat. I could quit anytime. I trusted Geon-yul's skills, but worst case, some other dude outscores him? I bail. Seemed too stacked for me, but locking eyes with Coach, I got his angle instantly.
He'd bent rules for me and Geon-yul from the jump. Everyone knew his true talent—Captain-senior included. But favoritism would've sparked backlash. This "penalty" let me stay his exclusive without seeming unfair.
Thank you, Coach!
Forgetting the pissy-pants tease, I beamed and launched my intro—flashing panties like the others.
"H-hi everyone. As Coach said, I'm Yoo Chae-a and..."
But the players hadn't forgotten. The second I opened my mouth, mischievous guys pounced like they'd been waiting.
"Why's there one dark spot on your panties?"
"Pissed yourself and didn't wipe good?"
"Soccer manager's gotta keep hygienic!"
Laughter erupted. I clenched my fists lightly. Couldn't shut them down solo. But backing off? No way. After taking Geon-yul's tissues and committing to the club, some teasing wouldn't break me.
I won't yield.
They weren't wrong—the wet spot on my pussy-area panties was undeniable, even after wiping. Pink ones today, too, so that girly vibe clashing with the deep pink stain? Probably revved their libidos. Like a girl shedding innocence for womanhood.
Trembling at every joke would shatter my sanity as manager. Time to learn from Ha-eun and Ye-rin: shameless, slutty.
I locked eyes with Geon-yul and steeled myself.
"Sorry! I panicked earlier and lied about piss. Truth is..."
Full frontal assault. I stripped off my panties right there—lifting each leg, sliding them down thighs, knees, calves, and holding them.
...Guess this was my stunt.
Skirt stayed on. The sway might've teased pussy glimpses, but I knew how to angle away from prying eyes.
"Why strip panties suddenly?"
"Not gonna piss on the floor, right?"
"Haha, no clue how a pissy manager snuck in, but handle business outside!"
"Yeah! Already stinking like bitch piss!"
Ignoring the barrage, I shoved both hands into the leg holes and yanked them wide, flashing the pussy-juice stain to all.
Clear as day: darker patch, way deeper than the rest.
"As you see, just this spread-out part's darker."
"Yeah! You said it was piss yourself!"
"Sorry. Lied about that spot. I'm pretty clean, so... it wasn't piss. It was pussy juice I squirted just now."
They'd probably guessed already. Chuckles bubbled up everywhere—from players, Ha-eun, even Coach. Like my lame pussy drooling at a finger poke, or a toy giving hilariously over-the-top reactions to a prank jab. Local girls shrugged off lewd teasing, so my freakout stood out.
Not this position.
But I needed to flip it. Women here? Ultimate playthings. Fine as a toy—but not everyone's toy. I existed for Geon-yul alone. Solidly, undeniably.
Fail today, and I'd endure endless borderline harassment. One day, some horny young player might snap and rape me. Hard pass.
Shameful slut before Geon-yul? Fine. But before them? Blank-faced, shameless—his dedicated bitch. A few words would seal it.
"Ughh, truth is my pussy's such a pathetic premature mess♡ Just sniffing you soccer studs got me in heat♡ Tried playing coy 'cause strangers, but 'piss'? Lame excuse♡"
"What, just your run-of-the-mill quick-cum pussy?"
"Not piss-pants, pussy-juice-pants then."
"Sowwy♡ Brain-fried cum-dump bitch pretending to be shy virgin♡ For penance, masturbate hundred times... ohheek♡ Fingered and came instantly♡"
Under my skirt, I noisily fingered my pussy—eyes locked on Geon-yul's alone.
Wanna die of shame... but it's all acting. Real me would never.
True me emerged only alone with the one who got me fully: Geon-yul.
Tell him everything later.
Imagining him stroking my hair back at the dorm—"Good job acting tough"—my face burned hotter. Staring only at him, I pressed on.
"A-anyway, intro time! I'm Yoo Chae-a, from bitch class, Geon-yul's contracted exclusive bitch♡ Nice to meet you♡"
Pre-orgasm, I pulled my fingers out, wiped them on his tissue, then slipped panties back on—swishing my tail.
Plenty tented pants from my show, but fewer outright leering than when I'd blushed at the stain.
Scanning the team, I snuck a peek at Geon-yul's crotch last.
"Heh."
Predictable. Others apartments, him the 63 Building. Rock-hard without a touch. Typical.
Pride swelling—double meaning—I squared my shoulders and thrust my chest out proudly.