Academy Channel (Part 2)
Seo Yuna.
No boyfriend. No one she particularly liked, either.
Her type in a man was the quiet sort — the kind whose kindness showed through in the way he carried himself. He didn't have to be handsome, but she'd prefer him on the tall side, with broad shoulders.
The date she dreamed of was walking through a park with their hands clasped tight, taking in the scenery and the feel of nature. A nearby park would be fine, but on the weekends she wanted to go somewhere a little farther out.
That was everything he'd managed to find out so far.
She didn't seem like the particularly picky type. If anything, she came across as someone chasing after romance and warmth.
Sometimes that kind of girl was actually harder to accommodate than the ones with a laundry list of conditions.
You might figure she was just saying pretty, hollow things the way pussies always did — but these were answers Yeongho had extracted by interrogating her womb with his cock in person, so the possibility of a lie could safely be ruled out.
A pussy could lie with her mouth. She was an animal that couldn't lie with her cunt.
At the very least, Yuna herself sincerely believed this was her type.
"Hmm… well, she does line up perfectly with Hanul."
Unlike Yeongho, who hovered around five-seven, Hanul was closing in on six-three, and since the gym was his hobby his shoulders were built out plenty wide. He wasn't exactly a man of few words, but he wasn't the type to chatter about nothing either. He led by example more than by talk, and a lot of the younger guys looked up to him.
Whether he was the romantic type was honestly hard to say — but a guy who could discuss love with that earnest face of his wasn't exactly a block of wood.
He looked like the kind of man who could have a girlfriend anytime he wanted, and the only reason he'd stayed single this long was simply that dating someone you didn't have feelings for would be rude to them. That at least told you how seriously he took the heart you'd give a partner.
The problem was that dating wasn't something you could just declare a done deal because the conditions lined up.
"She didn't seem all that interested in dating to begin with. What's going to come of it if I just dump Hanul in front of her?"
A headache of a problem. Hanul had said he didn't mind if Yeongho just floated his name and tested the waters — but once you'd taken a job, you wanted to do it properly, didn't you?
"…Hrm."
After turning it over in his head, Yeongho decided to post on the community. Half the people on there were useless dating-incompetent losers, sure — but you never knew, right? Every now and then you'd see guys who'd posted and actually gotten help.
As expected, it wasn't particularly helpful. He hadn't been counting on much anyway, so he figured he'd just drop a few insults and close the community.
But as the old saying went, gather five people and one of them was bound to be an idiot — and while the reverse wasn't always true, it held up often enough. This was exactly that kind of case.
"The suspension bridge effect?"
The suspension bridge effect — that was the one, right? If you put two people together in a precarious situation, like on a swaying bridge, they'd mistake the physical changes produced by the danger for feelings toward the person they were with, and that would become the spark that made them fall in love.
Honestly, Yeongho had his doubts about whether that actually held water.
What, tell them to watch a horror movie together or something?
Figuring that was a pretty obvious thought, he kept reading down the comments. And then he thought:
"Huh? This might actually work."
"Huh? You want to go see a movie together?"
"Yeah. A friend of mine scored some tickets. What do you think?"
These days, with prices climbing and movie-theater tickets rising without a floor or a ceiling, the cinema no longer enjoyed quite the same glow as a date spot. But when someone said they'd gotten free tickets and asked you to come along — was there anyone who'd turn that down?
"Mmm, I'd like that, but… what movie are we going to see? I'm not that big on movies."
"Oh, I've already picked one. How about Reiko's Five Secrets?"
"Wait— Reiko's Five Secrets? Really?"
Yuna's face, which had been looking less than enthusiastic, lit up in an instant. He'd figured it would have some effect, but this was beyond what he'd imagined.
"Yeah. Pussies like this kind of thing, right? So I picked it. How about it?"
"Yes! Yes! I love it! I'm a fan of the Secrets series! Wow, I'm so excited! I've been thinking I wanted to go see it someday… wait, do you like this kind of thing too, Yeongho?"
"Nah. Not really."
A flat, unequivocal no. Yeongho was a man with a firmly established theory that a movie needed action, and that anything without some eye-catching spectacle was a waste of money. Japanese romantic comedies sat well outside his sphere of interest. This was nothing more than the product of a shallow stereotype — pussies like this kind of thing, right?
Anyway, the reaction was good, so everything was fine. Pussies were all the same anyway.
"The tickets aren't from me — my friend's the one buying them, so you don't need to thank me. You know Hanul? You've got a few classes with him."
"Yeah, of course I know him. So you two are close."
Just that level of awareness, then. It would have made things easier if she'd been a little more conscious of him. A shame. Still, the fact that she had no bad impression and no prejudices was something to be grateful for.
Hanul was the kind of guy anyone would take a liking to. It would work out.
"Then this weekend the three of us are going to the movies. Confirmed. Got it?"
"Okay. You and Hanul must be pretty close, though, if he gave you two tickets. He's got a really good reputation among the pussies. If he'd asked anyone other than me, it would've been a hundred percent."
Yeongho smiled bitterly to himself.
Tell me about it.
"……."
Hanul checked the time on his phone.
Ten minutes before they were supposed to meet. As a man, he'd arrived twenty minutes early, and he'd been waiting for ten of them. Ten minutes that would ordinarily have felt like nothing at all — so why did they stretch out this long?
Proof, he supposed, of how much he liked Yuna. Confirming his own feelings all over again, he found the wait didn't even feel uncomfortable.
I really have to thank Yeongho for this.
People around him had a habit of calling Hanul manly, but he didn't think of himself that way at all. A truly manly man wouldn't have needed a friend's help — he'd have stood tall and told the pussy he liked how he felt, all on his own.
I can't waste this chance Yeongho made for me.
He was pressing that fresh resolution into his chest when a voice called his name.
"Hey, Hanul! Over here!"
He turned toward his friend's voice — and for a moment, Hanul thought his heart had stopped.
"……."
How could anyone be that beautiful.
Her faintly flushed face and her demure, careful steps set a fire in Hanul's chest. He'd loved her natural, everyday look too, of course — but the face she'd put on with that extra layer of care for a special outing was more beautiful still.
"Sorry. Been waiting long? This bitch latched onto my cock and wouldn't let go."
Yeongho gave Yuna's ass a sharp smack. The dildo visible through her see-through dress wobbled, and a little of the cock-broth packed tight inside her pussy leaked out.
"Ahhhnnn…♥ S-sorry. I'm such a filthy, vulgar pussy-slut I went and made trouble for Yeongho. Um — were you waiting long?"
Yuna blinked up at Hanul, looking apologetic. His answer, of course, was already decided.
"I haven't been waiting at all."
The appointed time hadn't even passed yet, after all. Whether that reply pleased her, Yuna brushed her sweat-damp hair back and smiled.
"Really? Hehe, that's such a relief. Thanks for inviting me today. Guys don't usually like this kind of movie, right?"
"…I don't have genre prejudices. A good movie is a good movie, whatever the genre."
"I'd rather watch an action movie, personally. You should be grateful — Hanul picked this out specially for you."
Yeongho pinched Yuna's nipple as he underscored Hanul's consideration. For his own part, Hanul didn't much like Yeongho leaning so hard on his own credit that it put pressure on Yuna. But if this too was Yeongho's way of being considerate, then he ought to accept it gladly.
This whole gathering existed thanks to Yeongho, after all. The thick load of cock-juice sitting on top of that dildo was Yeongho's, too.
Probably because of the old saying that a pussy looked prettiest to a man when her womb was packed full of cum. A measure to make the already-pretty Yuna look even prettier in Hanul's eyes.
How was he supposed to thank a friend this good?
And one more thing.
Yeongho really doesn't have feelings for Yuna.
He hadn't doubted his friend — but he'd felt a guilty twinge, wondering if Yeongho secretly liked her and was sacrificing that for their friendship. Watching the way Yeongho treated her now, though, it was obvious he didn't see her as anything more than a cumdump.
If Yeongho had felt otherwise, what would he have done? Even imagining it was an unpleasant possibility.
I'm so lucky to have a friend like this.