The Freshman Under Common Sense Alteration Rises as a Promising Star of the Female Sumo Club - 1

"Female Sumo Club recruiting members~"

Along with that cheerful call, the sight before us was... well, it was at least a little too unusual to call it an ordinary club promotion booth.

"Whoa... Yuna! Look at that."

Mizuki, holding a handful of cherry blossom petals beside me, nudged me with her elbow.

Countless clubs were busy promoting themselves to the incoming freshmen from their respective booths, yet our eyes were glued to the woman standing directly ahead.

A woman wearing nothing but a pure-white loincloth—no, was that even a loincloth? It looked like some much thicker fabric—wrapped around her crotch was vigorously waving a sign and calling out to passersby.

Whoa... Every time she shook the sign, her enormous breasts jiggled and bounced along with it.

"Um... is that a fundoshi?"

Mizuki tilted her head with a gentle smile, her blonde hair swaying and catching the sunlight.

"Fundoshi? What's that?"

"It's traditional Japanese underwear... the kind sumo wrestlers wear. This is my first time seeing it in person too."

Huh. Sumo, huh... I'd heard of it. It was like wrestling, right? Really huge guys in outfits like that, lifting and shoving each other while waddling around.

So that's why she was dressed like this. Wait... but why was a woman wearing it? And right in the middle of the event plaza? Huh? Something seemed off...

...

Wait... no, it wasn't.

There was no rule saying a woman couldn't dress like that, was there? My own Taekwondo club back in high school had worn full doboks during club ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fairs, after all.

If it was a sports uniform, then there was no problem. That had to be it... The people around us didn't seem bothered either. It must be tough for her, though. She was working hard despite how embarrassing it must feel.

"I didn't know Korea had people who practiced sumo~ Oh...? But I thought sumo was only for men... Do women usually do sumo in Korea too?"

"Beats me, first time I've seen it... This university has so many clubs. They probably have all sorts of them, right...?"

For some strange reason, I felt almost no urge to question the scene in front of me.

"Female Sumo Club recruiting members~! Beginners are welcome and will have fun learning~ Any busty freshman females are wholeheartedly welcome~!"

Even as sweat poured down her face, she kept waving her sign with a bright, carefree smile.

"......"

Hm? Did something about what she just said sound weird?

Busty freshman females... The words echoed in my head and my mind went blank for a second.

But the feeling was so brief that it vanished before I could even process what I was thinking.

Ah... well, sumo wrestlers did need the right physique, didn't they? Bigger breasts probably gave better balance or something. Made sense.

Still, that was a pretty bold thing to put on a club recruitment sign.

But why wasn't I getting angry?

The old me would have shouted something like "Hey! What the hell are you saying to women!" or at least clicked my tongue in disgust.

Yet right now, the only thought in my head was a calm, Oh, so that club only recruits girls with big breasts.

Why would that have made me angry before, anyway? In sports, physical requirements were only natural...

My heart was pounding like crazy, but my mind felt as cool and clear as a glass of ice water.

"Yuna?"

Mizuki peered at my face.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing."

I shook my head quickly. For some reason my heart was racing. Cold sweat trickled down my back.

Was I embarrassed? No, there was no reason to be embarrassed...

"Busty females? Sounds like that club's perfect for you, Yuna."

Mizuki spoke with a quiet laugh. This girl was teasing me again.

"Shut it! You're no exception either, you know? And I'm joining the Taekwondo club, it is."

"Hehe, I was only joking. Now that I think about it, you said you've done Taekwondo for a long time and even competed, right? You're really amazing, Yuna~"

"What about you? Any club catching your eye?"

"Hmm~ I'm not very athletic, so... I'm not sure what would suit me~"

While the two of us were chatting nonsense, our eyes met with the woman holding the sign.

"Ah..."

Her gaze immediately dropped to the swell of my chest. Even from a distance I could see her eyes widen.

Then she looked at Mizuki too, her eyes sparkling as she hurried over.

"Hello there, freshman females! You both have such wonderfully healthy breasts!"

She gave us a brilliantly bright and kind smile. The scent of her skin and sweat tickled my nose.

"Uh... thank you, it is?"

Hm? That response sounded a bit strange, didn't it? Here I was, getting my chest evaluated by a half-naked stranger while walking across campus.

Yet for some reason I didn't feel displeased. It was hard to get upset when she was praising us with such a sunny smile.

More than that, I was impressed that she could approach people dressed like this and speak so normally. Wouldn't most people feel embarrassed?

She must be really serious about recruiting for her club... I was starting to feel a little curious.

"Would you be interested in the Female Sumo Club? Females like you two would be more than welcome!"

"Well... we were just looking around..."

A vague answer slipped from my lips.

"Ah~ I see. At least come over and listen to what we have to say! Our club president will explain everything kindly! It would be such a waste to let such splendid breasts go unused!"

"I mean... I am pretty confident in my chest, but..."

Oops. I'd accidentally said out loud what I was only thinking.

Mizuki burst out laughing.

"Hehe, you're so honest, Yuna~"

"S-shut up!"

While I was distracted by Mizuki, the woman gently took my arm and began leading me.

Her smile and touch were so natural that I couldn't find any reason to refuse.

"Come this way! President! I've brought two lovely freshman females!"

As we approached the booth, other women in fundoshi waved at us cheerfully.

"Oh my, we have new students! Come in, come in!"

Their voices were so full of energy. The kind of voice that seemed to reach all the way down your spine. Even though they were wearing nothing but a single thick strip of cloth, none of them looked the least bit shy.

Why was that? Because they were women?

My mind went blank again for a brief moment. For a split second, all the noise in the world seemed to stop and only I remained. But even that sensation passed in an instant.

Before I knew it, Mizuki and I were standing awkwardly in the middle of the booth.

"Um... where's the president?"

"Oh, over there! President~!"

At the woman's call, everyone's eyes inside the booth turned toward us.

Sitting alone among all the female bodies was a single male student.

A faint smile played on his lips and his face was completely ordinary.

He wasn't fat, nor did he look particularly muscular—just an average student's build. He didn't seem to have anything to do with sumo at all.

But... he too was wearing only a thick cloth over his thighs.

A single white fundoshi.

Nothing else. He was bare. I could even see the beads of sweat rolling down his slightly sun-tanned skin.

A male president? For a Female Sumo Club that only accepted women?

My heart sank with a heavy thud.

In a situation where my heart should have either stopped or gone completely wild, it was instead pounding like it was dancing.

Yet inside my head, a voice like a calm broadcast kept repeating, Well, that makes sense.

"Oh."

The man gave a light wave. Almost as if possessed, we walked toward him.

"I'm the president of this club. First, have a seat. What are your names?"

His eyes scanned both me and Mizuki from head to toe. As expected, his gaze lingered on our chests. My cheeks burned, but a strange courage welled up inside me.

Since we'd come this far, we might as well listen to the explanation...?

"Ah, hello there. Choi Yuna from the physical education department, it is."

"Hello... I'm Sato Mizuki. I'm an international student from Japan, majoring in literature."

Seeming to sense our tension, the man laughed in a relaxed, easygoing way.

"Surprised that the president's the only guy? Our club uses sumo to train females. It's only natural for males to educate females, right? So you can relax."

His answer was so matter-of-fact and natural that Mizuki and I simply nodded.

Oh, so that's what it was. I'd been overthinking it...

I feel like I would've gotten really angry hearing something like that before, but now that I think about it, he's right. Why did I used to get so mad?

It was only natural for a man to guide women. That was all there was to it.

He continued his explanation. Club members built friendships through training and sparring while also tempering themselves as females.

Aside from the rather unusual sport, it didn't seem all that different from any other sports club.

Yet precisely because of that, I still couldn't see any reason to abandon the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Taekwondo club I'd had my heart set on.

"How about it? Does it interest you even a little?"

The man fell silent, as if it was now our turn to speak.

I was grateful for the kind explanation, but I couldn't let myself be pressured into a decision like this.

"Thanks for the explanation, but I'm planning to join the Taekwondo club. We'll be going now, it is. Let's go, Mizuki."

"I'm not really into sports either~ Thank you for the explanation."

As we lifted our hips from the chairs, the man's eyes grew darker. His gaze remained fixed on our chests.

"That's too bad, but female sumo is really ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fun, you know? You'll definitely regret it."

There was an inexplicable sense of conviction in his lowered voice. His tone was ordinary, yet it carried the certainty of someone who knew everything. The way he looked at us was the same.

Something inside me twisted violently. Even though I'd never tried sumo before, I suddenly felt more interested in it than in the Taekwondo I'd practiced for years. For some reason, I felt like I could trust anything this man said.

My determination to join the Taekwondo club faded as if it had never existed. Before I realized it, both Mizuki's and my hips had settled back onto the chairs.

"Uh... um..."

My lips moved but no proper words came out.

"......"

Mizuki, sitting beside me, remained silent as well. Her brown eyes never left the man's face.

The one who broke the silence was the man again. He stood up and walked over to us. Still wearing only his fundoshi, he stopped right in front of us.

Beneath the thick white cloth, something stirred so noticeably that I almost thought it was lifting its head... No, it definitely was.

"So, first question. What cup size are you two?"

His voice was low and gentle. But the content of the question was so blatantly aimed at our breasts that it took my breath away.

Huh? What?

A storm seemed to rage inside my head. I'd never been asked something like this before. If someone had asked me on the street, I would've kicked them instantly... yet now I could only swallow dryly.

"Um... I..."

While I stammered in confusion, Mizuki answered reflexively.

"F... F-cup...?"

"Hmm. And you?"

Only then did the man's gaze turn to me. It was purely professional.

It was the same look a coach might give while evaluating a potential sumo wrestler's aptitude. There was no emotion in it whatsoever—just pure, unadorned evaluation.

Why wasn't I getting angry?

Why wasn't I embarrassed?

It felt like I had to answer. Even as my heart raced, a smile crept onto my lips.

For some reason I answered in a louder voice than usual.

"Uh... me too. F-cup, it is."

"Hmm, is that so?"

Both his hands reached out casually and firmly grasped our breasts.

"Hya!"

A simultaneous cry escaped both me and Mizuki.

A soft, warm foreign sensation completely enveloped my breasts. Even through my bra I could feel the strong pressure and heat. The deep touch seemed to press all the way to the base of my chest.

The center of his palm was precisely cupping my nipple.

Despite the burning heat of his palm, a calm voice rang inside my head.

Ah, he's measuring them directly with his hands. It's embarrassing, but it can't be helped...

Yes. Sports weren't explained with words—they were shown with the body. It was only natural for him to press and examine our breasts like this.

There was no other way. As president, he had to properly assess our qualifications as potential members. The calm voice inside me continued to persuade me. The sensation against my skin was so vivid that even I was surprised.

I could feel everything—how tightly my bra was holding me, how my nipples were reacting. Mizuki was quietly staring into space too. Her eyes were trembling slightly.

I forced my frozen lips to move.

"It's... it's true. Hic, F-cup, it is."

The man's hands remained firmly on my breasts. I could feel their shape changing slightly. Beneath his palms, my soft nipples had stiffened into sharp points.

"Yeah, seems like it."

I wanted to say something more but my mouth wouldn't open. No voice came out.

The man kneaded and fondled our breasts several times. He pinched our nipples with his fingers and pressed his palms against us from our sides down to the underside, as if carefully weighing them.

For a moment my mind grew dizzy from the dizzying sensation, but then a mysterious sense of relief washed over me.

As if announcing the results of an evaluation, the man whispered.

"Join. A place like this is perfect for females like you."

His voice was quiet, almost like he was talking to himself, but to me and Mizuki it sounded like thunder. Join...?

It didn't feel like a simple suggestion. It was more like he was informing us of a decision that had already been made. It was an order. Yet I felt neither pressure nor displeasure from it.

It wrapped around my mind like the gentle scent of cherry blossoms, tickling me.

"Ah..."

A small moan slipped from my lips, and the next moment the answer was already tumbling out.

"Yes... I'll join."

Wait? Did I just say that?

No—the words had flowed out before I could even think them in my head.

Mizuki was saying the exact same thing. We looked at each other, and both of our faces held clear, unclouded expressions free of even the slightest doubt.

Some part of me was singing with joy. Taekwondo club? Who cared about that? With breasts that responded so perfectly in his hands and a body that clearly showed talent as a sumo wrestler, was I really going to waste it on something like Taekwondo?

No way. That would be nothing but undermining myself as a female.

"Hah... hehe..."

Breathing hard, I looked at Mizuki. Her blonde hair was damp with sweat and clinging to her face, but her eyes shone with the same passion as mine.

"Yuna~ This... this place looks really fun."

Mizuki's voice trembled slightly, but it was filled with clear determination. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nodded vigorously.

Yes, Mizuki was right. This was exactly where we belonged.

"M-me too..."

My voice was far stronger and clearer than before. It was as if I had realized all my previous doubts were false and had finally found the true path.

The man nodded in satisfaction. His hands were still resting on my breasts. But it no longer felt like an examination. It felt familiar and natural, like he was simply confirming his possessions.

"That's how it should be. Ah, I almost forgot. Does either of you have a boyfriend?"

The man asked, still squeezing my breast.

"Nope~ I don't. But Yuna definitely..."

"Yeah, I do, it is."

Our answers were complete opposites. The man's gaze turned to me.

"Really? This club doesn't accept females who have boyfriends. If you want to join, you'll need to break up with him first."

...

Oh, I see. So that's how it was. They didn't accept females who already had boyfriends.

The thought circled in my mind. Well, from his perspective, it would probably feel unpleasant to train someone else's female. It was only natural. It would cause unnecessary misunderstandings and be awkward...

...Yes, it was only natural.

Um... what should I do? Our 100-day anniversary was coming up soon. Memories with him flashed through my mind—the day of our first date, the night we first said "I love you" to each other... The ring on my finger felt cold.

But this club...

I looked at the man before me. The hand still gripping my breast was hot. By now it felt so natural that it seemed like part of my own body.

The only heartbeat in my chest was the thought, I really want to try this club. It looks like it'll be incredibly fun. Everything else felt trivial.

My decision was made. Even that felt like something quietly sorted out inside my head.

"Ah, yes... Then I'll make a quick phone call, it is."