Domestic Travel Channel (Part 1) — Lodging at the Academy Dormitory
People yearn for a romantic life.
Even now, beaten down by the grind of ordinary days, they cling to the hope that someday they'll wander off on some dreamy journey, or finally pull off something grand.
But as most people already know perfectly well, we call it romance precisely because it's a goddamn pain in the ass to actually do. That's especially true of the kind of romance that looks like you could just stretch out your hand and grab it.
"Ah, man. What do I do. Can I even finish the whole trip on this money?"
Bicycle travel.
When a drama or a movie puts someone on nothing but a bike and sends them touring the whole country, you get drunk on the romance of it and your chest goes all warm and damp.
But let me be blunt: you should never take a bicycle trip lightly. It's way more exhausting and brutal than you'd think.
Even romance is chained to reality in the end. It looks beautiful from the outside, but once the fatigue in your legs starts to feel genuinely, crushingly heavy, you find out that romance isn't worth a damn. And it gets worse still when you start to feel the money running short.
"Prices are higher than I thought. And I ended up buying more snacks and little things than I planned."
He'd worked out his expenses to some degree before setting out, but a travel budget has a way of always blowing past whatever you assumed. Since I came all this way to travel, after all. Get swept up by that magic little phrase, overspend on things you never planned for, and by the time you come to your senses you're in trouble.
That was exactly where he was now.
It wasn't as if he was carrying cash — he was paying by card, so going a little over budget wasn't a real problem. But having gone to the trouble of drawing up a whole travel plan and then blowing past it just felt... sloppy, somehow.
"Hmm... but if I want to hit the budget exactly, I'd have to book some really cheap lodging. And I don't really want that."
After turning it over for a bit, Chanseok started browsing the Domestic Travel Channel. Maybe someone who'd taken a similar route had stumbled on a decent workaround.
Fortunately, the Domestic Travel Channel was one of those communities that actually lived up to the good side of what a community could be. Quality information wasn't hard to find.
If you just use a regular inn, you can hog a bed all to yourself and lie down in peace. If you've got the money, that's still the best option.
But if you're tight on cash, or you don't particularly mind the chatter of pussies, or you just like playing with pussy — I recommend spending a night at a pussy dormitory.
It's not hard. Just search for a pussy dormitory on your phone, go there, and ask the warden to let you stay the night. She'll let you stay.
Some wardens can be a bit picky, but you just work your magic and persuade her womb.
It can get a little noisy, and you'll almost definitely have to service pussy until dawn, which is a downside — but considering it's a free night, it's worth putting up with.
You can also talk with the young pussy girls, which actually helps more than you'd think with broadening your horizons, one of the whole points of travel.
Even if you've got money for lodging, try it at least once.
"They're saying I should try a pussy dormitory... so that's a thing."
People who traveled a lot really did have a different kind of know-how. It was an idea Chanseok never would have come up with on his own.
"A dormitory is basically someone's home, though. Barging into a stranger's house without even calling ahead feels a little awkward..."
Still, at the end of the day it was a house full of pussies. If a man came to visit, wouldn't they be happy about that in their own way?
"Let's see. Is there a pussy dormitory around here... ah, there is. An Academy dormitory within five kilometers."
If he timed it well, he might even arrive around dinner and get a meal out of it. The thought put strength back into his worn-out legs.
"All right. Let's go!"
Obviously, an outsider like Chanseok couldn't just walk into a dormitory. Getting in touch with the dormitory warden, however, was perfectly possible.
"Excuse me. Do you have a moment?"
"...And you are? This is the dormitory of our pussy Academy. Outsiders are not permitted."
The warden pushed her glasses up her nose and drew a hard line, her gaze sharp enough to cut. It was so much like the wardens from his own school days that Chanseok felt himself shrink a little. But having come this far, slinking off as if nothing had happened would have been embarrassing in its own right. Even if he got turned down in the end, he had to at least try.
"Ah, yes. The thing is, I'm in the middle of a bicycle trip, and there isn't anywhere nearby that looks like a decent place to stay. If it wouldn't be too much of an imposition, would you be able to put me up for the night?"
"...I'm sorry? You want me to put you up for the night?"
One eyebrow climbing, the warden looked him up and down as if to ask what kind of person walked around saying something that unhinged.
"I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere. This dormitory is for the Academy only. Outsiders are absolutely not allowed in unless there are very special circumstances. That's just common sense, isn't it?"
She put a hard accent on common sense, which amounted to calling him an idiot who didn't have any.
"Would you please leave? Being a dormitory warden isn't that leisurely a job, you know."
She snorted and started to turn her back. The response was sharp enough to be excessive, and for a second Chanseok was thrown. Then he remembered the line from the info post: Just persuade her womb. When a man needed to ask a difficult favor of a pussy, that was the old reliable, wasn't it?
He caught the warden's wrist and pulled it straight to his groin.
"What do you think you're doing! Are you trying to force me? I'll call the police!"
"Easy, easy. Try focusing on your fingers for a second. You feel something, don't you?"
"F-feel something...?"
The warden's eyes went wide. Under Chanseok's pants, a massive python was writhing and pulsing against her hand.
"Ah, th-this is..."
"It's just that the warden looks so incredibly fuckable. My cock went off on its own, you know?"
"I-I look fuckable? Really?"
You look fuckable. To a pussy, there was no higher compliment in the world. Even if she knew it might be flattery, it was a temptation almost impossible to refuse.
"If putting me up for the night is out of the question, then... would it be all right if I at least used the warden's pussy to take care of this? I'm so hard right now I really, really need to get a load off in you."
"Nnh!"
If this had been a comic, a little sound effect would have popped right then and the warden's eyes would have turned into hearts. Even without that kind of cartoon shorthand, it was obvious she was fluttering for him.
"I-is that so. Oh my, well, I, I suppose it can't be helped. I made you this hard, so of course my pussy should take responsibility. ...Th-then, would you like to come in for now? We shouldn't go anywhere else in the dorm, all right?"
"Ah, of course."
Hook, line, and sinker. Chanseok smiled on the inside. This was the foot-in-the-door technique, a staple of sales: start with a light request the other person can easily say yes to, then raise the stakes a little at a time. First you offer something easy — something the other side actually wants — like letting you use her pussy. Later you escalate to asking for a place to stay the night. By the time you make that ask, it will already be an offer she can't refuse.
"Just my room, that's all... I-if you think about it, the dormitory rules are there to keep the students from getting into trouble, so this much should be fine. Of course it is."
There was no reason she needed to make those excuses to Chanseok, but the warden kept babbling unnecessary justifications anyway. He decided to play along.
"Yes, I could tell you follow the dormitory rules very strictly. This fits those rules perfectly, doesn't it? I don't doubt it for a second. If the warden says so, then that's how it is."
"...Um, rather than calling me Warden, would you call me by my name? I'm Garam..."
"Ah, so it's Garam? I'm Chanseok. Please feel free to call me that too."
As a little gesture of getting friendly — even though they'd only just met — he gave Garam's ass a light smack.
"Nnh!"
Psshh! Juice burst from her crotch. From the amount of it, he could more or less read the state of Garam's pussy.
"Wow, that's an awful lot of juice. A pussy that wet usually clamps down nice and tight once a cock's inside... you look more like a gusher than a sticky type."
"Y-you don't like wet pussies much?"
"Come on, no way. I like wet ones. Sticky ones too, of course."
He walked along behind her, kneading that taut ass through the skirt that clung to it like a second skin. Whenever his fingers got bored, they drifted around to the front and idly stroked the cleft between her legs.
"Hhh, hhaaah, hh..."
Garam's thighs eased apart. Her body, all on its own, was making room so Chanseok could play more comfortably. The result was an ungainly, waddling gait that didn't cover ground particularly fast — but that wasn't what mattered.
"Eh? A-a man? Warden?"
Naturally, they ran into several students on the way to the warden's room. Confronted with a man they had never seen before inside their own dormitory, the girls panicked and asked who he was. Garam snapped at every pussy who showed idle curiosity.
"This gentleman is my personal guest! You girls mind your own business!"
Garam was apparently a warden with real authority. The pussy students didn't look entirely convinced, but they folded and scattered at her word all the same.
Watching them go, Chanseok thought to himself, Sorry for the intrusion, girls. Once I've properly talked Garam around, I'll play with you plenty too. Just wait a bit.