20. Senior Eunji's Secret – Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
"Haa... haa... haa..."
The university campus on the weekend is usually quiet. With no students around, it's over 90% emptier than on weekdays, making it incredibly serene. Of course, that doesn't mean no one shows up at all—some students do come for errands. One of them is Eunji, practicing her laps in the silent swim club pool.
"Tch..."
She glances at the clock and clicks her tongue in frustration. Disappointed in herself for clocking a time far below her personal best.
Why the hell...
Feeling utterly deflated, she floats aimlessly on the water's surface, lost in thought. She puts in twice the effort of others, but sadly, her skills have been declining day by day. As a swimming prodigy, she made it into university on her talent alone. Back in high school, she was already placing in nationals, even earning whispers of future Olympic potential. Knowing her own gifts, she'd set her sights on a swimming career and trained harder than anyone.
Even in her freshman year, she'd snagged second place at nationals and turned heads. But now, she's been out of the rankings for ages. The culprit? Her slump. At first, she thought it was just a minor bug in her body, but it's dragged on for nearly two years. Her times have dropped so low she's seriously considering a career pivot—whether she can even compete as an athlete anymore.
"Guess I'll head back for now."
She's been at it since morning, a solid three hours, and exhaustion is setting in. She knows overworking her body like this won't fix anything, so she decides to call it and go home.
"Should I just switch to being a swim instructor...?"
She'd always aimed to be a pro swimmer, but she knows deep down she couldn't even win local meets in this state. Sure, she could still make a living with swimming somehow, but abandoning the goal she'd set since middle school feels so hollow. She's wrestling with that as she heads to the locker room to change.
"Huh?"
She opens her locker door—and freezes. A sweat-soaked T-shirt, left behind by someone. Right there in her locker.
Thud!
"Haa... haa... haa... haa... W-what... the... this smell..."
More bewildering than some intruder stuffing a sweat-drenched shirt in her locker is the scent hitting her. "Why does this shirt smell like Taesu... Hnngh♥?"
Just a few seconds of sniffing, and the intense, sweat-saturated aroma of him has her head spinning. Normally, no one could ID an owner by scent alone—but she can. Because only his smell has ever aroused her like this. She knows it.
"Gulp..."
She has no idea who left it, but right now, her mind is locked on that shirt and its intoxicating odor.
"Haa♥... haa♥... haa♥..."
Her heart races faster than during her swims. Trembling hands reopen the locker, and yep—more of his potent scent wafts out.
"N-no one's around anyway♥..."
A move she'd never make under normal circumstances. Eunji is impeccably proper, even when unobserved. She hates breaking her own rules. But right now? No room for that.
"Haa♥... Sniiiiifff♥... Nngh?!♥♥♥"
Anyone else would recoil from a sweat-soaked shirt—disgusting to touch, nauseating to smell. But not her. Not when it's Taesu's scent.
"Sniiiiifff♥♥♥"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
Right there in the locker room, she starts masturbating on the spot. It's the weekend—no one's supposed to come—but you never know. Another student could show for practice, just like her. But she's too far too lost in ecstasy to care or hold back.
"Sniiiifff♥ sniiiifff♥ sniiiifff♥ sniiiifff♥ sniiiifff♥"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
She inhales deeply, unwilling to miss a single whiff of the sweaty aroma, masturbating mindlessly.
Go crazy♥ Go crazy♥ Go crazy♥ Go crazy♥
"Oooohhhnnn?!♥♥"
Spluuuurt!
Her first masturbation since that massage from Taesu—and it's more intense than any before. Days of pent-up release crash over her.
"M-my legs...♥"
She sinks into her own pussy juice, but her mind's too fogged to notice.
"I-I should stop now... gulp♥"
His pure, unfiltered scent—something she'd never smelled so raw—had been enough to corrupt the mind of the girl agonizing over her career just minutes ago.
"J-just a little more♥"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
"Sniiifff♥ Oooh♥ sniiiiifff♥ Nngh♥"
In the end, she indulges three more times, sniffing his scent each round. Then she hurriedly cleans up and bolts home. Of course, taking the shirt with her...
.....................
"That was close..."
Back in her two-room apartment, she jumps straight into the shower. She'd planned to rinse off at school, but she'd lost track of time in her frenzy.
Ah... that smell...
She'd rubbed her face all over his sweat-drenched shirt while masturbating, so her body still carried traces of it. But the shower washed it away—and she felt a pang of regret.
"I-I'm insane... what was I thinking...?"
The thought of his scent lingering on her forever had flickered through her mind, only for her to shake it off in shame. Way too embarrassing, even for her private fantasies. She scrubs quickly and steps out.
"Who the hell left this...?"
She'd sealed his scent-soaked shirt in a ziplock to contain the aroma on the way home. In her lust-fogged state earlier, she hadn't questioned it—but someone putting it in her locker? That's suspicious as hell.
As if they knew I get turned on by his smell...
Eunji has never breathed a word of her secret to anyone. She realized her hypersensitive nose around middle school entry. That's when her athletic prowess had her eyeing sports university already. Her first love? Track and field.
But that summer's co-ed training camp killed it. The culprit: smells. The sweltering heat had boys sweating buckets, and their stench was vomit-inducing. Girls' scents were tolerable, but guys? Unbearable. Other girls complained too, but not like her—nausea from ten meters away, near-fainting up close. That's when she knew her nose was abnormally keen. Track was out.
She couldn't handle sweat-drenched guys in general. Spotting swimming as an alternative—water washes away odors, and she had talent—no brainer. She switched, thrived, climbed the ranks.
Until the slump...
Anyway, her sensitivity let her pinpoint Taesu's scent on that shirt.
If I open this at home... gulp...♥ Her thoughts veer lewd again, but she shakes her head clear.
"But how did they know?"
She doesn't even know why only his scent appeals to her—but if someone figured it out and planted it? Unfathomable. She's hidden this fetish her whole life.
The idea of someone uncovering her secret sends chills down her spine.
"No way it's Taesu..."
He's a prime suspect—easy access to his own sweaty shirt. But nah. She knows him well from covert peeks at his habits and personality. No way he'd pull this.
Though his vibe's changed lately... Calmer, less scatterbrained. Surprising, but his core scent and aura? Unchanged.
"His smell might've... gotten even better..."
At the welcome party, chatting close-up, it felt richer than before. Probably just her imagination—she hadn't dwelled on it.
"And why leave it for me...?"
Her fetish isn't world-ending if exposed—she hates the idea, but it's not catastrophic. No demands from the culprit, just the shirt. Motive? Zero clue.
"........."
She stares at his shirt, cheeks flushing deeper. The bliss from his massage, that unforgettable scent—it haunts her.
"J-just a little♥"
She tells herself his smell filling the house would make daily life awkward with constant arousal—yet pulls the shirt from the ziplock anyway.
"Just a little♥... just a bit♥ Nngh♥"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
Masturbating to his scent again, her built-up stress melts away. The next day, her swim times improve.