The Club
Petite at a hundred and sixty centimeters.
"Ah!"
But the places that needed to come out came out, and the places that needed to go in went in.
He untied the shorts wrapped around her peach of an ass.
The scrap of fabric underneath.
A single sweep and it was past moist—outright slick.
No need to strip it off; just pulling it aside looked like it would be enough.
"One."
"Ah……."
"Two."
"Ah! Aaaah!"
Three would be overkill.
He worked his fingers in.
Warm, ridged, a good texture.
He was already looking forward to it.
If he put it in, nine times out of ten—no, every time—it would feel incredible.
"So filthy."
"It's too big."
"These are fingers."
"No comparison to when I do it alone."
He hadn't even moved much and it was already twitching on its own, sucking his fingers in, begging to be scraped deeper.
No foreplay needed.
She was already fully ready.
Just waiting to be filled.
The near-virgin reactions made every touch a pleasure.
"Your first boyfriend never did this?"
"No."
"Just shoved it in?"
"It only hurt and pissed me off. So we broke up."
Not completely brand-new, then.
Pretty, popular—if no guys had ever approached her, that would have been the real surprise.
For someone like him who even hesitated over head-family kimchi, this was actually fine.
He pulled out the soaked fingers.
Didn't even touch her much.
The place still holding clear love juice stayed tightly closed.
Even after he'd loosened it, the hole remained narrow.
"Ah……."
The tip went in.
Hye-ri covered her face with one shy hand and let out a moan.
As tight as her small frame suggested.
It squeezed hard enough to hurt, but that wasn't from pain alone.
"Oppa?"
"It hurts."
"Is Oppa getting dumped too?"
"It hurts, but it feels good. Ah!"
He put his weight behind it and pushed in slowly.
The pleasure of teaching her body things she didn't know about herself.
This feeling of pioneering is good.
For him it was pure conquest.
He widened the narrow inside.
Around the time her body started getting used to the foreign sensation—
"Ah! Ah!"
—he moved.
Even a slight rock drew out fierce moans.
She got wetter still, and the act picked up speed.
The sensation was excellent, as expected.
Her technique is terrible, but.
Wanting more would have been strange.
He brushed Hye-ri's disheveled short hair back and kissed her.
Forcing her to hold back those heavy breaths made her thrash.
The more she did, the deeper they tangled.
"Ah! Ahheuk. Aaaaang!!"
Her insides loosened too.
He angled the hard length diagonally and scraped it in.
The sensitive spots clustered toward the front.
That was still everything Hye-ri knew.
She responded, so he kept scraping.
Every time he pulled out, her insides opened a little more.
Creak!
Creak!
Before long the bed was shaking hard enough to notice.
A small single-girl size.
Maybe that was why it still smelled good—even with both of them sweating.
"Huu……."
"Oppa, Oppa."
"Thanks for the meal. Super tight."
"Hold me."
When he pulled out, the condom slipped off on its own.
He peeled the clinging thing free and dropped it in the trash.
Hye-ri was looking at him.
Affection-hungry—maybe the unexpectedly clingy type.
Sex is good, sure.
Regression.
Getting to sleep with a young, fresh, unstained college girl was pure luck from the heavens.
Until just a few months ago she had been better than wild ginseng.
The taste was excellent, but still.
"You know I only act like this with Oppa, right?"
"I know."
"Really. Back then…… my eyes just rolled back."
Being a woman, she made things complicated.
He didn't think of her as cheap.
Rather, because she knows her own value.
She could open a negotiation to cover five million won in losses.
He was the one who had accepted the deal.
"There, there."
"Hehe."
"Once I cover all of it, I don't get to eat Hye-ri anymore?"
"I want Oppa to eat me every day……♡"
Her breasts.
Looked about a C-cup, but her body was so small that even one hand left plenty over.
When he fondled them she giggled like it tickled.
Round two started on its own.
After nothing but jacking off, holding a woman again after so long.
He got attached without meaning to.
Honestly not his preferred body type, but this was the prettiest, most beautiful season of her life.
"Ah!"
"Hurt?"
"No, just surprised. It touched deep inside."
"Your boyfriend never reached here?"
"I don't even remember well."
"That's too much."
Dazed eyes.
The unfiltered reactions only added to the joy of sex.
They made him feel the unexplored territory.
The softly loosened insides felt good just from sweeping through them.
"Ah……."
"Know where this is?"
"The place that makes babies."
"You know well."
"Ah!"
Hye-ri was gradually learning what real sex felt like.
Her legs locked around his waist and refused to let go.
Really.
The hard, standing pink nipples.
When he pinched and twisted them she didn't know what to do with herself.
She whimpered half like she was crying.
He pistoned mercilessly into the even wetter insides.
She trembled hard while clutching his body.
He tasted a satisfying climax of his own.
They stayed like that for five minutes, holding each other and catching their breath—until the warm body heat started to feel uncomfortable.
"Hot."
"Me too, a little."
"What's in the fridge?"
"Ah, that……."
They had sweated.
Hye-ri hurrying to open the fridge door completely naked looked so lovable it almost hurt.
This is why people keep pounding nonstop.
She came back hugging a 1.5-liter bottle of Samdasoo in one arm and holding a cup in the other hand.
Even a glance showed how awkward the posture was.
"Cold."
"Taste good?"
"Yeah, cool."
Instead of the water he went for a nipple.
The breast chilled by the Samdasoo bottle was perfect for sucking.
He spent a meaningful stretch of time finally understanding why first-time campus couples turned into monkeys.
"There's something I want to ask of you."
"A favor? What, pregnancy?"
"……Not something that hardcore."
It had been a while, so the sex was fun too.
But the approach had never been without purpose.
Hankuk University, Department of Economics.
"You know about that?"
"If you say 'that,' do you even know?"
"No~~, it's department news, that's why!"
A prestigious university, a prestigious department.
Which meant interesting things almost never happened.
Even small stuff spread at lightning speed.
The recent hot topic was—
"Yoo-gwang sunbae!"
"Oh, Hye-ri! I was just talking about you."
"What about? Woo~ you weren't badmouthing me, right?"
The person herself.
That same cute face made the department seniors' hearts skip.
Fucking adorable.
If I'd only entered university five years later!
Honestly, a four-year gap is doable, right? They don't even check compatibility these days.
She was extremely popular.
Beyond popular—she had their full, unconditional support.
Of course she did. The returnees, especially the lonely packs of third- and fourth-year guys, were always starving for company.
"No way."
"Th-that club you're making! I heard the news."
"Yes. Seniors, do any of you already have clubs you're in~?"
Even if I do, I'll quit and join.
Is spring finally coming to my life?
Please.
Even though they were students too, they got treated like adults.
We're students as well, you know?
A kind junior who actually talked to lonely guys like them.
Cute and adorable on top of it.
Helping her was no trouble at all.
If there was anything they could do, just ask.
Fucking easy.
Hye-ri had founded the club.
Official registration required members—non-negotiable.
She was solving it easily by working her network.
Plenty of seniors looked free.
"Sign right here! You'll do it, right?"
"Ah~ I don't really join clubs or anything."
"Aaaang~! Senior's being petty."
"Arattatta!"
A little aegyo and they folded without resistance.
The minimum membership for founding was filled.
"Hye-ri!"
"Hm?"
"You're opening a club, right?"
"You already know. Thinking of joining?"
"Do you know how long I've been waiting!"
Classmates too.
She had figured her good social connections would make it easy, but—
Uk oppa has more pull than I thought?
The response was better than expected.
Lately more and more kids had gotten interested in "stocks."
Chan-wook's influence.
She herself was living proof.
There were even direct followers, not just indirect ones.
"That oppa's a bit out of his mind, sure……."
"That's definite."
"But when it comes to stocks he never says anything wrong."
Even among regular students his reputation wasn't bad.
Of course, that was only when the topic was stocks.
They don't get Uk oppa's charm. Fine by me, though.
Watching friends like that, she smiled in quiet satisfaction.
Truth was, she hadn't been any different herself.
A scruffy returnee.
Couldn't dress, average face, nowhere near popular.
But a man wasn't just his face.
The gaslighting the female seniors used to pull.
They did it to keep her from snatching the good-looking ones.
That was what she had believed back then.
"But if that senior is president, eum~."
"No. I'm the president."
"Hye-ri?"
"Being president seems like it'd be crazy busy. Won't it mess with your studies?"
Now she understood.
What really mattered in a man—she had learned it with her body, in bed.
Her airheaded friends would never figure it out.
Fewer competitors was a win for Hye-ri.
Sora's the only one I need to handle somehow.
What bothered her was Sora.
She wasn't stupid enough to miss the changed current between the two of them.
Pretty.
Body was celebrity-tier.
Impossible for her not to be popular with guys.
Plenty of seniors were already interested in real life.
They kept begging her to introduce Sora—total chaos.
If I just attach a few seniors who go crazy for women…… um~~~~! If only we weren't close I'd go for it. Too bad.
Just drag her to a drinking party.
At first she'd go reluctantly, later she'd go because she wanted to.
One little accident and the game was over.
But she was a best friend, so actually doing it still made her hesitate.
"Oh, Oppa?"
A call came from Chan-wook.
Hye-ri pressed the phone to her ear and whispered in a bright, happy voice.
"How is it? Going well?"
"Yes, so well it's almost weird. I gathered a lot of members too—ah! Do you know what the professor said?"
Founding the club.
It had been none other than Chan-wook oppa's request.
"What did he say?"
"That~ Oppa will be shocked when you hear it."
"What."
"Actually I went without any big expectations, you know?"
But it wasn't an easy job.
Members could be scraped together somehow; running a club was a completely different matter.
Give it a little time and ghost members were everywhere.
Most ended up surviving as nothing more than small social hangouts.
"You know Professor Choi Myeong-cheol, right?"
"I don't grow memory."
"You should probably grow it…… anyway, the microeconomics professor. Oppa takes that class too."
"What's microeconomics? I know the micro auntie."
If it became a department club, the story changed completely.
Club activities sometimes linked directly to major courses.
The department even allocated activity funds.
Which was exactly why they almost never handed out permission.
"That professor?"
"Oppa actually has a conscience."
"What's conscience? I know sirloin."
Surprisingly, he had given permission without a fight.
Lately he had been watching the students' investment boom with a positive eye.
Hankuk University Stock Club.
The starting point that would overturn the history of Korean finance was born right there.