So This Is How the Popular Kids Have Been Having Fun All Along? (3)
Splash! Splash!
The group went wild, churning up the water and frolicking like maniacs. But their high-energy fun lasted only a moment. Soon enough, everyone was panting and exhausted.
I'm still good, though.
Seo Joo-hwan's base stamina was on another level. It wasn't just from his gym-honed physique. The massive boost from the Holy Scrotum he'd gotten from the system played a huge role. Libido meant vitality for body and mind! Feeling a twinge of regret at how quickly the pool play had wrapped up, Seo Joo-hwan leaned against the poolside wall.
Meanwhile, Lee Seok-chan sprawled out starfish-style on the pool floor, drawling lazily.
"Ugh~ I'm wiped."
"Me too, oppa. Let's take a break."
"No point going out—it's hot. We'll chill here."
"Sounds good!"
Splash! Lee Seok-chan dove back in and floated idly on the surface. Kim Mi-jeong circled him, chatting away.
Seo Joo-hwan watched the two blankly before turning to Yoo So-jeong beside him.
"So-jeong-ah, does Mi-jeong like Seok-chan?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, probably. But Seok-chan oppa doesn't seem into her."
"Tsk tsk. I told that girl Mi-jeong not to fall for Seok-chan oppa, but she never listens."
Im Su-jeong had sidled up, clicking her tongue.
So it wasn't just my imagination.
He'd picked up on the vibes during the car ride. But given the trip's purpose, he'd dismissed it as a misunderstanding. He hadn't expected her to tag along on what was essentially a fuckfest just to chase a crush—especially with him there too, not just Lee Seok-chan.
Then a thought flashed through Seo Joo-hwan's mind.
Wait, are these girls just here to have fun?
Thinking back, he'd never really talked one-on-one with the women. It had only been with Lee Seok-chan. Yoo So-jeong had shown sexual interest in him, so he'd vaguely assumed otherwise.
Seo Joo-hwan eyed Yoo So-jeong and Im Su-jeong beside him, then Kim Mi-jeong across the pool, feeling oddly deflated.
"Kyahaha! Look at this oppa's face!"
Im Su-jeong burst into laughter at his gaze. Yoo So-jeong giggled too.
"Joo-hwan oppa, your face shows exactly what you're thinking."
"Wh-what? How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Heehee. You're thinking this, right?"
"Pfft! Cough, cough!"
Seo Joo-hwan choked on his saliva. The duo had each formed a circle with thumb and forefinger, poking fingers through it.
Damn. I knew they were open-minded, but this blatant?
The two cracked up at him.
"Joo-hwan oppa doesn't look the type, so he seems kinda innocent."
"Right? And he's three years older than us."
Seo Joo-hwan let out a hollow chuckle. Innocent? It had been ages since he'd heard that one.
Yoo So-jeong smiled brightly, oblivious or not to his thoughts.
"Mi-jeong knows what's up and came anyway. It's not like we have to do both oppas just because."
"Y-yeah, true."
Seo Joo-hwan nodded awkwardly. Unbeknownst to himself, he'd been picturing all five tangled in an orgy.
Yoo So-jeong's eyes widened at his expression.
"Whoa, look at this oppa. Were you planning to do all three of us? Taking turns with Seok-chan oppa?"
"No, no! Of course not!"
"Liar! So-jeong-ah, his face says it's definite! Eek! I'm outta here!"
Im Su-jeong flailed dramatically in jest. The problem? She actually bolted toward Lee Seok-chan.
This is so unfair!
Seo Joo-hwan stared at her retreating back with aggrieved eyes. Sure, he'd thought of an orgy—but only because he knew Lee Seok-chan's fetish. Based on that, an orgy was probably the goal, right?
But even his reliable ally Lucy denied it.
> Master, Lee Seok-chan's fetishes Troilism and Scopophilia are not orgies.
> There are overlapping aspects, but they can be fully satisfied without one. Simply showing him the women he's already slept with having sex with you would suffice.
R-really? Isn't that just NTR?
> They are distinctly different. Netorare means being stolen from, but here Lee Seok-chan is the one providing.
> More importantly, he has zero emotional attachment to these three women.
The world of fetishes is complicated...
It sounded similar at first glance, but subtle differences branched off. Either way, the key point was he didn't need to swap women with Lee Seok-chan in real time.
That's when Yoo So-jeong approached and grabbed his arm. When he looked at her quizzically, she pressed even closer. Her breasts brushed against him through the thin bikini fabric.
"Oppa, you're misunderstanding something."
"What?"
Yoo So-jeong whispered right in his ear.
"I've never done it with Seok-chan oppa."
"..."
"I came here today to do it with you. I don't plan on doing anyone else?"
With a naughty smile, she reached down underwater. Her hand soon found his lower abdomen, gripping his cock over the swimsuit. Slender fingers kneaded it teasingly.
As it hardened in real time under her touch, Yoo So-jeong smirked.
"But you're thinking of doing the other girls too?"
Seo Joo-hwan shuddered. Her fingers had gently squeezed his balls.
I do want to...
More talents were always better, and for LP farming, doing all three made sense. But the hand cupping his balls seemed ready to squeeze harder if he answered honestly. For a guy with external genitals, balls were like Son Goku's tail.
Time to dodge.
He ignored her question, leaning down toward her close face instead.
"Mm?"
He kissed her, placing Holy Touch on the back of her neck. Suppressing her startled resistance, he pulled her face tighter and slipped his tongue out. At the same time, his other hand slid behind her back, deftly untying her bikini strings.
Her top floated away in seconds. Seo Joo-hwan softly kneaded her bare breasts.
It all happened in a flash. Yoo So-jeong's eyes went wide from the woman who'd been probing moments ago.
Meeting her gaze, he smiled slyly.
Got her.
Seo Joo-hwan inwardly cheered, thrusting his tongue between her parted lips from surprise. It tangled with hers without resistance, rolling together.
Whoa, that startled me. This oppa... I thought he was more innocent than he looks.
Yoo So-jeong revised her view of him mid-kiss. She'd pegged him as innocent despite his looks, but this was pro-level. The sudden mood shift, the kissing skill, the breast play—all expert. And that smirking eye smile was annoyingly charming.
Gazing into his laughing eyes, she recalled his blank face: cold, sharp, intimidating. But curved like this, he looked like someone else.
Ugh. He's hot, so I fall for it.
The answer to her question was obvious, but she'd already caught the vibe. She wasn't even his girlfriend—what right did she have to complain? Convincing herself, she melted into the deep kiss.
"Mm... haah."
"Heh. Soo-jeong-ah, you're good at kissing."
"Who are you to talk? Acting all innocent till now. Oppa, you're such a perv."
"...Acting?"
"Whoa, playing dumb again. You're totally a pro perv. What if the others see? You untied it with everyone around."
"Oh... right."
Seo Joo-hwan chuckled awkwardly and glanced back. No one in sight.
Yoo So-jeong tsked.
"They all left laughing their asses off a bit ago."
"R-really?"
"Whoa... is this oppa acting or for real?"
She stared in disbelief. Her gaze made Seo Joo-hwan feel wronged. When had he ever acted innocent? He'd kissed boldly, groped boldly, seized the mood boldly.
In truth, Yoo So-jeong's impression was something even Seo Joo-hwan couldn't grasp himself—but to a third party, he had quirks. Sometimes innocent, sometimes playboy. At MT, a leader; in the department, easily dragged along. Angry? Terrifyingly dominant.
This mix stemmed from his innate personality, pre-regression trauma-induced shrinkage, and post-regression shift. He joked about being an introvert, but without misfortune, he might've been like Lee Seok-chan. His past self was fading now. No wonder they clicked.
"Hic."
Yoo So-jeong suddenly gasped. Her eyes drifted poolside—to Seo Joo-hwan's lower abdomen.
She fidgeted with her hand, murmuring.
"Oppa, you're huge."
"Pfft. You keep teasing it—how could it not get hard?"
"Still, this is rock-solid. Your dick feels like a steel rod..."
"You hate it?"
"Love it?"
Seo Joo-hwan grinned and fished her floating top out. They climbed out, settling down. He sat in a chair; she squatted before him.
Seeing his cock exposed beyond the swimsuit, she freaked.
"Whoa, whoa, wow... insane. Im Su-jeong would faint seeing this."
"Why?"
"She loves big ones too."
"Huh? How do you know?"
"We're super close. Known each other since elementary school—nothing's off-limits."
Seo Joo-hwan burned with curiosity about those "off-limits" things. But something else piqued more: squatting, her swimsuit bottom showed a clear cameltoe.
Unlike her bare chest, the bottom stayed on. Feeling his stare, Yoo So-jeong smirked lewdly, spreading her legs invitingly.
Seo Joo-hwan's eyes widened.
Fuck, that's hot.
His cock twitched. Provoking him backfired; she reached out impatiently, gripping and shaking it from her squat.
"Whoa, already so slick."
"I've got strong libido."
"Pfft. Or you just cum quick? Pre-cum's already leaking."
"Oho? You'll regret that."
"Make me~ Heehee."
"Challenge accepted."
He reached out—but she moved first, suddenly ducking to swallow his cock.
"Slurp~ Suck, lick, sluuuurp."
"Ugh... hey, so sudden... ah, no. Keep going."
"Sluuurp. Lick!"
Yoo So-jeong was great at blowjobs. Each bob swept her tongue from shaft to glans—stimulating. Especially licking under the head; his body jerked.
Can't let her outdo me.
Seo Joo-hwan cupped her breasts directly, top already off.
Nipples and back, right?
Her erogenous zones: nipples and back. He stimulated them visibly with Holy Touch. Twisting a nipple amid her slurps drew soft moans.
"Mmmng... mm... slurp..."
"How's this?"
"Sluuuurp~ Eek!"
Straightening a finger along her spine spiked her moans. She shivered like goosebumps hit.
Runs all the way to her ass crack.
From spine to crack. His finger traced the line like a train on rails.
"...!"
Her body quaked. Cock in mouth muffled her, but inwardly she screamed in shock.
Haaah... what is this feeling...?
Not a normal orgasm. The trace sent chills and electric tingles up. His hand delved into her bottoms, kneading bare skin softly. Large, rough hands stimulated gracefully, not brutishly.
Can't reach her pussy from here.
He sat; she squatted, sucking. He could reach her ass leaning, but not front. The posture was awkward too.
Resigned to just receiving head? He abandoned caresses, leaning back.
Then it hit him.
Does Holy Touch only work with hands?