Freshman Welcome Party

As I savored the taste of my cigarette, I spotted two guys chatting away with smokes in hand, standing a short distance off. One of them had a distinctly Honam-region look about him, and the moment I saw his face, a name popped into my head unbidden.

"Han Seon-woo?"

The guy turned his head toward me at the sound of his name.

"Yeah? Do I know you?"

Of course he wouldn't recognize me. 'Not that it's surprising.'

"Han Seon-woo, right? It's me. Song Yunho."

"Song Yunho? Song Yunho... from Class 2, third year at Museok High?"

"Yeah."

"Whoa! No way, it's really you? Man, it's been forever!"

Han Seon-woo bounded over with a face full of delight, grabbing my shoulders.

"What brings you here?"

"A bit late to the party, but I got into Seoral University. Here for the freshman ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠welcome."

"Knew you'd pull it off someday, Yunho! Congrats, seriously. Guess that makes you my junior now? Hahaha!"

His hearty laugh was infectious, and I found myself grinning too. 'Running into an old friend like this.'

Han Seon-woo. The handsome boy who'd offered a single dandelion to his first love, only for it to be tossed away. Growing up in a small rural town meant we went to the same kindergarten, elementary, middle, and high schools. In our senior year, we were even in the same class, studying together every day.

'Well, more like I was leeching off him.'

While I hovered around the top 11% in percentile rankings, Seon-woo was consistently in the top 1%. Lacking the brains myself, I'd pester him with questions on problems I didn't get. The error notebook we built together became the foundation of my three years of exam prep— no exaggeration.

He'd goofed off all through high school but still got into Seoral University on his first try with a year of focused study.

'Meanwhile, I took two and three years of retries. That inferiority complex made me drift away from him over time.'

Even after five years without a word, his status message brimmed with genuine joy and delight. That was Seon-woo for you.

'Not just blessed with looks and brains, but a killer personality too—the textbook perfect son.'

I smiled. After five long years, I'd finally caught up to the friend I'd idolized and envied. 'This is just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the start. Things will be different from here on out.'

Park Gwanghyeok jumped into the conversation. "Hyung, who's this guy...?"

"Oh. Seeing you with Yunho, gotta be a business major freshman, right? Han Seon-woo, class of '14. Yunho and I go way back to high school."

"Ah! Nice to meet you, sunbae-nim!"

"Fate brought us together—let's grab a drink inside. You too, hoobae."

"Sure thing!"

We headed into a nearby bar and claimed a table. Time flew as we ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠caught up on old stories, everyone getting properly sloshed.

"Anyway, Yunho. You've changed a ton. Total glow-up, huh? Or is 'reverse-ugly' more accurate?"

"Haha... Last time we met was five years ago? Six by the calendar. Bound to change. Army stretched me taller, lost the fat, started taking care of myself—face changes too."

"Makes sense. Wild though. Jihee better watch out at this rate."

"Who? Jihee?"

The unfamiliar name threw me.

"Yeah. Business major, class of '17. Your sunbae, my hoobae. With freshmen... well, you know."

"Sunbae-nims, gonna step out for a smoke."

Gwanghyeok slipped away tactfully.

"Ooh, sharp kid."

"Right? Great personality too."

"Gwanghyeok, was it? Gotta remember that. Anyway, there's this Lee Jihee—nickname's Freshman Killer."

"Freshman Killer?"

I got the gist immediately.

"Total player. So watch out. She might come on strong, you'll think she means it, then boom—heartbreak. Doesn't do monogamy."

"Got it. Thanks for the heads-up."

We kept chatting and enjoying the night. My first college freshman welcome in five years. Shaping up to be a good memory all around.

Two days before OT kicked off after the welcome party wrapped, I met up with Eunseo.

"Eung! Uh, hngaaah...."

Her body shivered violently as she hit a light climax, but I pretended not to notice and kept massaging.

"Hng! Hnngaaang...! Hnng.....!"

"There, there. Feels good, right? I know."

Even as my hands brushed near her breasts, the overwhelming pleasure kept her oblivious.

"O-oppaang, go easy... Hnngaaaah!!!!"

The massage ended with her final peak.

"That's it for today?"

"H-huee.... Th-thank youuu..."

"Thanks for what? I get to grope Eunseo to my heart's content—win-win."

Instead of replying, she buried her face in the pillow.

"Anyway, Eunseo, you've changed a lot from these massages. Super effective, huh? Guess our hands and your body just vibe perfectly."

"Ah... Really? Hehe."

She blushed furiously at "vibe perfectly," grinning bashfully—clearly misinterpreting in a naughty way.

I scanned her body head to toe, slowly. 'Damn. Didn't expect her to turn out this gorgeous.'

It'd been just over a month and a half since I suggested the massages. In that short time, her looks score had climbed to 88 points.

'Various tweaks here and there, but... yeah, nothing beats dieting as the ultimate plastic surgery.'

The baby fat was mostly gone, revealing her killer curves, and her chest had filled out to an E-cup. Her already fair skin was now porcelain-smooth and luminous.

'Breasts... with her underbust at 65, gotta push it to that iconic letter size.'

The size was plenty alluring now, no need to force it, but personal greed had me nudging them bigger bit by bit. The Blooming Flower Bud quest wasn't done yet—room for more tweaks.

'Plenty of time ahead. Should wrap by end of first semester, easy.'

I wrapped up my thoughts and turned to her. "Eunseo, you going to OT?"

"Oh, that... Yeah! Haven't gotten permission yet, but if he says no, I'll run away!"

"Haha, yeah. Hope we can hang out."

Part of me was thrilled. Gazing at her now felt like admiring a sculpture I'd molded myself. Not fully finished, but already 88 points. Wonder how the others would react? Just picturing it made me chuckle.

Even after parting with Oppa, Eunseo couldn't calm her burning cheeks. His touch always felt amazing, leaving her embarrassed on the regular—but today was extra intense.

Today, she'd seen it.

'Oppa's pants... bulging.'

Back then, she wouldn't have thought twice. Wouldn't have known what it meant. But now? Different story.

Thanks to steady masturbation and massages, she'd awakened to a whole new world of sensitivity and pleasure. Like a kid latching onto the most thrilling toys, she'd plunged headfirst into lewd acts.

'Oppa got hard... because of my body...'

Her curiosity for naughty stuff had spiked lately. Random crotch pics from internet searches flashed in her mind.

"Kyaa! Kyaa!!!!"

Her face felt like it might explode from the heat; she squealed out loud. Lost in fantasy, she arrived home, punched in the code, and opened the door.

"Eunseo's back."

Dad sat on the living room sofa. A strange woman clung to his side. Anyone else might've found it weird, but to her: 'New mom?' Nothing odd.

"Yeah, Dad. New mom next to you?"

Since she was little, Eunseo had a revolving door of moms. Homeschool tutors turned "mom," random women became "mom." She was used to it.

"Yep. Say hi."

"Hello!"

The woman smiled awkwardly. "Ah... hello. Your daughter is so cute and pretty, oppa."

"She takes after me. Heh heh. Eunseo, go rest. Dad's gonna play with Mom."

"Okay. Oh, before that—Dad, I have something to say."

"Something to say?"

"Yeah. I wanna go to college OT."

Her dad, Lee Seokhun, face hardened. "No. Our girl sleeps at home, remember? World's full of dangers. Dad's worried."

"B-but..."

Eunseo panicked. 'Can't go, can't play with Oppa...'

Last resort: She flopped dramatically on the living room floor. "You wouldn't let me last year tooooo! This year I wanna gooooo! Waaah!"

"No. Tantrums don't change facts."

Seokhun ignored her firmly.

"Waaaaah!!!!"

After a solid tantrum, he sighed in defeat, shaking his head. "Just this once. Got it?"

Eunseo sprang up beaming. "Yeah! Love you, Dad!"

She rushed over, plopped on his lap, and pecked his cheek.

"Heh. Don't pick up your phone, I'll come hunt you down. Stay in touch, okay?"

"Yes!"

After washing up and heading to her room, Eunseo stripped off her panties. Routine by now.

Massage days left her leaking all day down there. Took a few times to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠learn, but touching herself fixed it.

Her heart raced a little. Felt extra good today. Maybe because Oppa's bulge wouldn't leave her mind? Freshly showered, yet her pussy was already slick and sticky.

'Should feel amazing quick today.'

Eunseo started masturbating.