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"How's the swimsuit...?"
After enjoying pretty much every sport available except billiards, we slipped out of the gym. Lee Seo-yeon smoothed down her slightly tousled hair.
"I must've really gone all out. I'm breaking a little sweat."
"I could tell you were trying hard. But it would've been nicer if you'd actually won fair and square."
"Hey, Yoo Seol-ah! I even gave you some biased calls, and I let you win badminton. Do you have to rub it in like that?"
"That's different... Kyaaah!?"
Yoo Seol-ah, who'd thrown in one extra jab, was now under attack from Lee Seo-yeon. It felt so damn satisfying. She'd said she couldn't handle tickling, and sure enough, she was about to collapse on the floor.
"Say you're sorry quick."
"Sorry!... Stop already!..."
Yoo Seol-ah surrendered completely in under ten seconds. She was shaking so hard from laughter that she looked like she might cry, and Doyun-hyung watched the scene with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"She's gonna die at this rate."
"Let her have it. She needs a dose of this sometimes."
Clinging to Lee Seo-yeon to keep from falling, Yoo Seol-ah finally caught her breath. Even while panting, she somehow heard me and shot me a glare.
"Ha... Seriously, Baek Sion, that's rich coming from you."
"Why? Unlike you, I don't start mouthing off first."
"What do you mean? Picking fights with me out of nowhere is your daily routine..."
"My ears hurt... Just stick with him, you two."
Back in the day, when Seol-ah and I bickered, she'd at least pretend to break it up. Now even that effort seemed too bothersome; she just called us annoying and shoved Yoo Seol-ah toward me. Naturally, we ended up walking side by side, with Lee Seo-yeon and Doyun-hyung leading the way ahead.
Looking at them like this, they kinda gave off parent vibes. Like a gentle dad and the mom who runs the household.
"Since we're already exercising, how about we rinse off and head straight to the open-air bath?"
"Sounds good to me. But aren't we the only ones with swimsuits?"
We hadn't brought any from home—or at least, I didn't think so. Doyun-hyung and I had ours in our bags, though.
"We'll swing by the house first, drop off your stuff, oppa, and grab swimsuits for me and Seol-ah, then head back."
It was still too early for summer, so swimsuits hadn't even crossed my mind. I never imagined I'd get to see Yoo Seol-ah in one this soon. Excitement started surging through me.
"I should've left a portal open in your studio... Where'd I stash the swimsuit drawer anyway."
"Can't be helped today. I've got tons of cute ones, so pick one you like. You can even keep it if you want."
I was curious about her usual swimsuit too, but there'd be chances later. The moment we got inside, the two girls bolted into Lee Seo-yeon's usual room like arrows. I killed time checking messages, but it was taking longer than expected. Did picking swimsuits really take this much time?
Especially when Yoo Seol-ah would make anything look good.
About ten minutes later—felt like forever—they finally emerged, each with a small bag.
"Seol-ah's bolder than I thought... Never pegged her for that swimsuit."
"What're you talking about?! Don't mess around. This one's the least revealing..."
"...Says you? Baek Sion must be disappointed."
"Argh, seriously, Lee Seo-yeon!"
No way was I disappointed about less skin. Just the fact that this was my first time seeing Yoo Seol-ah in a swimsuit had my heart pounding enough. Even a full-coverage one-piece would look sexy on her. That figure couldn't be hidden if she tried.
"But it really suits you, so get excited, Baek Sion."
"No, don't. It's nothing special..."
That just made me more hyped. Lee Seo-yeon dressed amazingly herself, so her taste was solid, and seeing Yoo Seol-ah act all insecure only ramped up my curiosity. I tamped down the urge to rush to the baths and waited for everyone to finish prepping.
"This place is insane..."
Doyun-hyung's awed voice came from another room on the first floor.
"Rent's 2.4 million won."
He let out a dry laugh at my words. Guess moderately huge sums hit harder than absurd ones.
Finally, after a bathroom detour, the girls emerged fully ready. From my family bathhouse trips, I'd learned women pack everything from home—shampoo, body wash, the works. Guys just use whatever's there. Kinda surprising.
"All set. Let's go."
The complex was huge, but with the lobby central, moving around wasn't a hassle. The landscaping was top-notch, and glimpses of the Han River's blue gave a cool, refreshing vibe. It felt like a stroll even just heading over.
I was buzzing a bit, so the walk felt short. Suddenly, the sauna sign loomed ahead.
"Changing rooms and showers inside, right? Follow the signs, then meet at the spa and pool area. We'll head in?"
"Got it."
The changing room blew me away too. No cramped lockers pressed together—instead, they were spaced out with privacy screens. Keeping things private, huh?
I stripped quick, stashed my clothes, showered at the indoor bath station, then slipped back for the swimsuit and rash guard handed over earlier. Done.
"All set?"
"Yeah."
"Where's the spa... Oh, that way."
Following the arrows down the hall, a faint water scent hit. Soon, the pool came into view.
"...Looks just like those fancy ones I've seen."
"Yeah."
With all sorts of features, it was like a mini water park minus slides. Luxe touches everywhere, not kiddie vibes.
No sign of the girls yet, so we wandered. Jet massages, everything you could want.
"We're here~"
A bubbly voice made me turn. Lee Seo-yeon waved excitedly, while Yoo Seol-ah tugged her rash guard down low, looking shy. Her embarrassed expression nearly made me tense up, but I held it back.
Yoo Seol-ah in the same white rash guard as me. Doyun-hyung had bought guy/girl pairs earlier.
"We just grabbed random ones, and you two end up matching rash guards."
Lee Seo-yeon giggled like she was about to say "fate." But today, I hated rash guards. Now I got why searching them pulls up "Rash Guard Inventor's Mom" first. Yoo Seol-ah's long legs relative to her frame made the hem barely cover her hips—tears, man. The swimsuit was basically invisible. The missing-bottom vibe sparked weird fantasies, but mostly it just pissed me off.
"Seol-ah's swimsuit doesn't really need a rash guard anyway."
"...Fine, I'll take it off. If the bath's empty later."
Endless thanks to Lee Seo-yeon's assist. I declared boldly,
"Let's get in quick. Quick."
My half-joking push earned a disdainful look from Yoo Seol-ah.
"No way, it's still February—cold out..."
"......"
She hardened her expression at my excuse, even hugging her chest with one arm.
"It is a bit chilly, so let's go."
Lee Seo-yeon smirked and led the way, whispering to me,
"Seol-ah kept asking if her swimsuit looked okay earlier. Tell her it suits her."
...Total tsundere. Leaving that bombshell, she grabbed Yoo Seol-ah's waist like a puppet and marched forward. Yoo Seol-ah sighed, all too familiar.
"Why're you doing this again..."
"How are you this slim? All the nutrition went to one spot, huh."
"Argh, seriously!..."
Smacks echoed from her slapping my hand away, and Lee Seo-yeon pouted like she was sulking.
"Fine, only Baek Sion can touch you? The outdoor bath's right out."
"What the—"
Before Yoo Seol-ah could retort in disbelief, Lee Seo-yeon shoved open the glass door to the outside.
The signature open-air bath aroma hit instantly. If the pool felt Western, this was Eastern nature vibes. Four wide pools, each labeled. A bath lover like me was in heaven. This quality right in the complex? Paradise.
I eased into the carbonated spring water pool. Yoo Seol-ah settled beside me; the other two took the adjacent one. Supposed to boost circulation—and yeah, blood was flowing.
Then, hesitating a bit, Yoo Seol-ah slowly unzipped her rash guard. Head turned away in shyness. Even with a swimsuit underneath, the vibe was erotic—blood rushed south. Halfway there already. Was it the spring's effect or her? Probably both, plus the sensitivity spike since that incident three days ago. Any dirty thought and it sprang up.
Suddenly overheating, I stared at the blue sky to calm down and unzipped my own rash guard. Getting caught hard here? No excuse. Covering with my arm would look weirder. Hoping she'd think it was just water in the suit, I looked down—and felt eyes on my abs.
She flicked her gaze up only when I stared.
"Where you looking?"
"Huh... Nowhere?"
Like a romcom bath scene with genders swapped, but I'd definitely felt her scan my body. Upper body, not the growth. A bit muscular... Her type?
Not exactly confident myself, I didn't pry and snuck peeks at her swimsuit. Dolphin shorts bottom, super short cropped tee top. Less revealing than a bikini, but her volume made the top float—problem. On a normal build, it'd reach the navel, not that short. From below, it barely hid her underboob, emphasizing the size massively.
Screw calming down—I was rock hard, piercing the suit. The menacing size made water excuses impossible. Luckily, Yoo Seol-ah was splashing with her head down. But then, mustering courage, she asked for feedback—and disaster.
"...How's my swimsuit...? ...Ah."
I hadn't answered, but her eyes dropped, a short gasp, and she clammed up. Crystal-clear water—no hiding. I'd answered without words.
'Fuck, I'm so turned on.'