Soccer Club's Common Sense (4)
After finishing our self-introductions, we changed straight into our gym clothes. I hadn't thought to bring mine since they're only worn during PE class, so I dashed up to the classroom for a moment and came right back down. Our school's gym uniform has a bit of a unique design. The skirt is incredibly short, and the top leaves the stomach completely bare, subtly exposing the underboob—it's not all that different from the lewd design of our school uniforms. The white T-shirt worn on top is basically a crop top, fully revealing the navel and belly. Sure, part of the design is meant to arouse the guys, but at its core, it's for managing the girls' figures. At first, I thought it was amazing how our bodies stayed in shape even if we just ate and lounged around all day, but of course, nothing lasts forever. They don't change much under normal circumstances, but if you get too lazy, you feel a little warning weight gain as a reminder. Lately, I've been feeling it a bit myself...
"Yah."
"Eek?!"
The moment I looked down, a hand came from behind, wrapping around my waist and pinching my side. It was using the index and thumb to grab the tiny bit of flesh there. I knew exactly who the culprit was without even looking.
"K-Kang Geon-yul, you!"
"Shh! We're at school—watch your mouth."
"Ughhh... Get your hand off my stomach."
"Why? It's all soft and nice."
"I said get off!"
I shook him off irritably, huffing in annoyance. Even though it was just the tiniest layer, it didn't feel good at all. I hadn't been in a bad mood before, but somehow it soured in an instant. And it wasn't even a big deal. But seeing how worked up I got over something so minor proved that belly fat really is a girl's berserk button.
If only he'd touched somewhere else instead.
I glanced sideways at my fellow managers.
"Kyaa!"
"Ahng, suddenly like this..."
Sure enough, Ye-rin was having her breasts fondled by a guy who'd snuck up on her, and Ha-eun was getting her ass stroked. But neither of them seemed particularly surprised. Of course not—they were used to it. As a bitch or an onahole class student, sexual harassment was as familiar as breathing. And honestly, I wasn't much different. I'd gotten used to hands on my breasts or ass. My body reacted on instinct, but I'd adapted to the situations themselves. Especially since it was always Geon-yul doing the touching.
But the belly was different. I could kind of see why people said it'd be better if he kneaded my breasts instead. It didn't hurt or feel sexy, but the shame and unfamiliar sensation were intense.
"S-Sorry. I just panicked because you grabbed it so suddenly."
"Hahaha! It's fine, this much. You went through way worse earlier."
"That was..."
I quickly checked our surroundings. Luckily, no one was paying attention. It was just a short break before Coach called us to assemble, so everyone was busy chatting and fooling around. We could've gone somewhere empty, but these chaotic moments actually made for better cover—short conversations like this flew under the radar.
"Forget about earlier. Just protect that ace spot for me, Geon-yul."
"Protect it?"
"Yeah. I don't wanna see you lose to some other guy and watch me get used by him... You're not into that kinda thing and throwing the game on purpose, right?"
"Pfft, as if. Besides, you wouldn't let any other guy touch you anyway. If I lose ace, you'd quit the team immediately."
"Well, yeah!"
I unconsciously pouted for a second before snapping back to a serious face. Geon-yul, who'd known me forever, never missed a beat like that.
"What was that? Did you just get sulky? Yeah, totally. How about trying it for real? Like in dramas or anime—puff out your cheeks and go 'buuu' like you're blowing up a balloon..."
"Ugh, no way! You think I'm some anime character?! Anyway, point is, I don't wanna leave the soccer club yet, so hold out as long as you can."
"Of course. I've got this. You know me."
That eye-watering confidence of his. I scowled but quickly checked for onlookers, coughed a couple times, then hooked my arm through his and snuggled up, playing cute.
"W-What's this all of a sudden?"
"Team Captain Senior's watching. Shut up and grope my tits already."
"Do I have to? He doesn't even seem suspicious..."
"Hurry!"
I pressed my breasts against his arm, rubbing hard enough to squish them. His pants predictably bulged, and as he half-forced himself to knead them, I raised my voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Aaang~! Squeezing that rough... Nngoh♡ My milk's gonna come out♡"
The other two girls were already spouting embarrassing lines while being molested—I couldn't lag behind. Gotta look like a normal girl in this world to dodge their collector urges early.
"Should I put this over here?"
"Yeah, and we'll need more water."
"I'll grab it!"
Before training started, the three of us soccer club managers bustled around preparing everything. We hauled soccer balls from the storage shed, set out water jugs for quick sips, and while I skipped it, the other two prepared colorful condoms.
"It's such a hassle using protection every time."
"Can't be helped. Gotta be careful for months if you get pregnant. You only do creampies?"
"Huh? Yeah. My owner decides if I get pregnant. If he wants me to have his kid, I do; otherwise, no problem. It's a feature of the exclusive bitch collar."
"Damn, that's enviable. Condoms just don't feel the same. And him controlling your ovulation and stuff? Kinda romantic..."
I tilted my head at Geum Ye-rin's envious sigh and head-shake.
"Romantic...?"
"You two! Quit slacking and move it!"
"Y-Yes ma'am!"
Even mid-chat with Ye-rin, Jin Ha-eun's bark sent us scrambling. We'd all joined as managers at the same time, so we were equals, but Ha-eun had prior experience, so she naturally took the lead. Neither Ye-rin nor I minded—having a senior guide us was a win. She was quick, cool-headed, and reliable, as long as no guys were nearby.
"Hey, motel after practice? My treat."
"O-Of course! I'll prep my onahole pussy!"
...Though she turned into an idiot around men.
"Hehe, fuhehe, my pussy's been empty without cock for 36 hours—feels so lonely. Finally get to go all night with marathon sex."
Team Captain Senior just patted her ass in passing, but she was already in heat, crossing and rubbing her thighs like crazy. Nothing more to say.
Is she really another isekai'd soul like me?
I vowed never to end up like that, pushing aside flashes of my own earlier behavior, and focused on prep. Once we finished— it took longer since it was our first time, but it's not a big deal once you're used to it—the players wrapped up warm-ups, and Coach called us over.
Ha-eun, me, and Ye-rin lined up in front of the players. Standing on the mat, I couldn't stay still, fidgeting nonstop. Not ADHD or anything—just felt like a product on display in a shop window, weirdly excited by all those unmasked stares.
"Alright, you three. I'm gonna explain one of your key manager duties now, so listen up."
"Yes!"
"Ha-eun probably knows this, but a manager's top job is checking the players' health."
"Health... status?"
"Yeah. Guys have this weird pride—they won't admit they're hurting, thinking they gotta tough it out. You gotta spot it early and report to me."
Questions flooded my mind, top one being: How's a mere student like me supposed to check that when I'm not the school nurse or a doctor? As if reading my thoughts, Coach continued right away.
"Girls are supposed to know just by looking at a guy's face where it hurts, but you kids these days can't even do that. So we made a rule: before every training, managers taste the players' fluids directly and judge."
"Ah, got it."
"I can do that great!"
I listened quietly, then raised my hand.
"Um, fluids mean... semen?"
Coach nodded like it was obvious, and the other students wore the same expression.
It could be saliva or something!
I felt wronged but had no comeback. No clue how tasting semen checks health anyway. Do sick loads taste different from healthy ones?
Dunno.
It did make me curious, though. I knew diet changes semen flavor, but health? Geon-yul hadn't been seriously sick since I got here, and I'd never swallowed his cum post-fellatio during an illness.
Thud, thud.
I sighed faintly as Geon-yul stepped right in front of me, standing tall. I knelt on the spot and opened my mouth.
"Excuse me for a sec. Checking your health via semen taste. Could you please shoot your load down this bitch manager's throat?"
To avoid any spilling on the mat—which I'd have to clean—I cupped my hands under my chin like a saucer. Gotta be careful.
Thwump—
Geon-yul silently tugged down his training pants and pulled out the massive beast inside. Its imposing, majestic size always overwhelmed me a bit, but I steeled myself not to flinch.
"Suck."
But when he teasingly slapped my cheek with that already-hard, veiny cock—thwack, thwack— what escaped my lips was...
"Yesss...♡"
Undeniably, the mewl of a obedient bitch in heat.