Desire Grows #3
Desire Grows #3
Cho-yul's wriggling body was stimulating.
When they held each other's shoulders and lowered themselves, the collarbones visible below her neck made me imagine her naked. When they linked arms with their backs pressed together, I felt the warmth of her arm. I felt an urge to roll up my gym uniform sleeve and feel her bare skin.
'Sun-kissed, muscular skin... wouldn't juice come out if I pinched it?'
After descending into Ji-yoon's body, my libido became more vigorous than when I was a man. Far from concentrating on stretching, I expended all my mental and physical energy on controlling my erection.
"Now, run two laps around the track."
"Huh?"
A student with poor stamina was already groaning.
The school track was covered with vast, neatly laid artificial turf. We ran on the pedestrian path outside the artificial turf.
I watched Cho-yul's legs as she lightly jogged. Every time her legs wriggled beautifully, it felt like I could just swallow a spoonful of rice.
'Wearing short shorts in this weather... I'm truly grateful.'
If possible, not just two laps. I wanted to watch Cho-yul's legs for at least five laps.
Since it was only two laps, the run ended in an instant.
"Today, we're short on time, so exercise freely for the remaining 8 minutes. Don't forget to stretch."
The P.E. teacher wrote documents while watching us throughout the class.
'What could they be writing?'
Honestly, I wasn't very interested.
I stopped running and checked my body. Cho-yul burst out laughing when she saw me.
"Pfft, what's with your hair?"
When I put my hand on my head, my hair was sticking up in several directions. I had been so busy watching Cho-yul's honey thighs throughout the run that I hadn't paid attention to my own appearance. I grabbed my disheveled hair with both hands and pushed it back. A few people watching me gulped.
"...Why are you so damn pretty?"
Cho-yul mumbled unconsciously. Realizing belatedly that she had spoken aloud, she covered her mouth, but spilled water couldn't be picked up. I impulsively approached her cute figure.
"W-what's wrong?"
I whispered into her ear, which was uncharacteristically flushed red.
"Why are you so damn hot?"
It was a blatant voice, wriggling with suppressed desire. I was a little worried that I had spoken too softly for the surrounding students to hear, but looking at Cho-yul's face, which had forgotten to breathe, it seemed she had definitely heard me.
Her head creaked.
"......Really?"
I belatedly regretted my impulsive action.
'Ah... is my brain in my balls? Why do I keep acting so impulsively...?'
Ji-yoon avoided Cho-yul's eyes until the end of P.E. class.
* * *
The curriculum at Queen Valtz Academy is simple.
Morning hours are dedicated to basic regular education, and in the afternoon, students engage in activities for their chosen department.
After lunch, I went to the [Special Broadcasting] Department, and Ha-yoon went to the [Classical Instrument Performance] Department.
Actually, there wouldn't be a problem going to the [Modern Art] Department, but I was personally too curious about the Special Broadcasting Department.
"Tomorrow, definitely. Let's go to the Modern Art Department together."
Ha-yoon seemed reluctant to part with me, only leaving after we pinky-swore.
'She should make friends other than me... well, it's only the second day, after all.'
The [Special Broadcasting] Department was located in an outlying building of the school.
There were many students moving to their respective departments around me, not just myself.
'Who might be in the Special Broadcasting Department?'
Since I knew so little, I felt both excitement and an unsettling anxiety tickling my heart.
"Listen to my heartbeat."
To calm myself, I grabbed my chest along with the song.
...I literally grabbed it.
The sensations from when I was a man were still familiar, making it difficult to adapt to a woman's body.
'Maybe I can't adapt more because of my dick... though thanks to it, I'm maintaining my male identity.'
I let go of my tits.
I passed the zelkova tree and entered the outlying building.
Special Broadcasting occupied the 4th and 5th floors of the outlying building.
"There are so damn many."
There were so many people waiting for the elevator that I just walked up the stairs.
When I reached the 4th floor on foot, I saw a thick iron door.
Bang!
"Oh my god! ...Who are you?"
When I opened the door, there was a woman with long, straight hair drinking coffee.
"I came because I heard the Special Broadcasting Department was on the 4th floor. Is this not it?"
I had expected a place with many cameras, but there were only strange boxes, let alone cameras. Most importantly, I didn't see anyone else.
"You came up the stairs? Hahaha, you found the right place. Everyone only uses the elevator, so it's the first time I've seen someone come up the stairs like you."
This was a warehouse for broadcasting equipment. However, it was hard to understand why everyone would only use the elevator for a mere 4th floor, not even a 20th floor.
"Anyway, follow me. Unni will guide you."
The woman with long, straight hair guided me to where the freshmen were gathered.
"You can wait over there. See you later, celebrity student."
'Being a celebrity isn't for just anyone, you know.'
The place I arrived at was,
a place with various wheel tracks on a squeaky black rubber floor. In the center, individual chairs, like those seen at an outdoor concert, were lined up in rows.
Newspaper articles and awards plastered all over the walls transformed the chaotic feel of the place into a space full of passion.
I sat in the very back seat.
'This is new. It feels like I've come to a broadcasting station set, not a school.'
Strictly speaking, it was indeed a real broadcasting station.
The central hall of a broadcasting station might seem chaotic because many people and much equipment move through it, but once inside, it was well-organized.
Students who entered one after another sat down with awkward movements. I idly watched the people.
'...Tae-i?'
The blonde hair in the seat in front of mine was definitely the back of Tae-i's head.
'Oh, Jesus Christ!'
If I let my guard down for even a moment, Tae-i might broadcast my dick nationwide. I couldn't understand a lowlife's psychology at all, which made it even scarier.
'They're the kind of people who believe they're justified even when they're being assholes to others...'
I never imagined getting a handjob on the rooftop.
'...Honestly, I did cum a few times from it, but that doesn't make it right.'
Recently, to hide my enormous dick, I regularly masturbated in the bathroom. Tae-i's handjob was a vivid recent experience, which helped a lot with masturbation.
'Snap out of it. No matter how hot she is, she's a bitch you shouldn't get involved with.'
To regain my composure, I turned my gaze away from Tae-i and discovered another heroine.
'...So-yoon?'
So-yoon was a woman with thick eyebrows and snake eyes, creating the illusion that she was glaring even when still. She was 177cm tall and the eldest daughter of a chaebol family, already exuding noble dignity.
She was wearing a short-sleeved dress shirt that showed her armpits.
'My god... all the strong-willed women are in Special Broadcasting.'
So-yoon seemed to feel me staring at her and fixed her gaze on me with both eyes. Her snake eyes approached me without the slightest tremor.
'...Fuck, she's damn scary.'
So-yoon arrived at my chair and looked down at me imperiously.
"Do you have something to say? What are you staring at?"
"Ahaha..."
'She's being a bitch just for staring!'
I suppressed my complaints internally and lowered my eyes. Fortunately, So-yoon passed by quietly without further questioning.
'Should I quit the broadcasting department?'
I seriously pondered this while watching So-yoon walk past.
Approximately 10 minutes later,
A man in his 40s wearing horn-rimmed glasses appeared.
"Nice to meet you. I am In-ha, a broadcasting station PD in charge of freshman training."
The gazes of the students, who had been looking around like me, focused on In-ha. In-ha seemed to enjoy the attention, nodded, and spoke.
"Naturally. You freshmen won't be immediately thrown into broadcasting. Everyone needs enough time to adapt."
In-ha crooked his finger.
A plump man, who appeared to be a staff member, approached and laid out a small, circular red carpet.
"First, I'll give you time for self-introductions. One by one, come up and introduce yourselves briefly."
The seniors watching from behind whistled in response.
"Show us anything."
"There are a lot of freshmen this year too. This is going to take a while, isn't it?"
Thanks to the seniors, the tense, stiff atmosphere turned into one with a light, warm energy.
'...Is this also a kind of broadcasting station veteran's touch?'
It could have easily become a huge burden in reverse, but they humorously lightened the mood.
They were impressive seniors, the kind you'd see in a teen drama.
The first to come out was So-yoon. She stood on the carpet with light, confident steps.
'Unexpected... I thought she'd back out.'
The space was wide, but there was no microphone or anything. Even someone with a strong heart might feel a little intimidated, but she was calm and unwavering.
"I am So-yoon, who will become a top model."
So-yoon, who had finished speaking confidently, returned to her original seat.
...She finished her self-introduction excessively quickly, without even a polite phrase like 'Please take care of me.'
"...That's it?"
"I thought she'd prepared some lines since she was the first one up..."
"I liked how confident she was."
The seniors, too, generally reacted with bewilderment.
PD In-ha showed no particular reaction even after seeing So-yoon.
"I am Ah-young, who dreams of becoming a broadcast planner."
The children who came out afterward also introduced themselves briefly, perhaps influenced by So-yoon, the first one.
Just as the same pattern of self-introductions was repeating, Tae-i broke the flow.
Whoosh whoosh-
She did a backflip, spun a few times in the air, and then landed steadily on the red carpet.
"Wow!"
"Crazy!"
Short gasps erupted at her stunt.
"I am Tae-i, who will become an action actress capable of tearing people apart. Anyone who messes with me will be torn apart."
""...""
It was an introduction sufficient to extinguish the rising enthusiasm. A few seniors gulped.
'I expected it, but she's a real psycho...'
Still, the sight of her F-cup breasts jiggling when she landed was quite a spectacle.
I also walked onto the red carpet for my self-introduction.
"......"
"Huh?"
"A-a celestial maiden?"
"I am Ji-yoon, who dreams of becoming a broadcast planner. I still have many shortcomings, so I ask for your sharp critiques and affectionate advice."
As I was the last, I finished my self-introduction neatly with a clear voice.
"Wait, not a celebrity, but a planner?"
"...She has the face of someone who should be a celebrity."
I never thought there would be a face-reader even in the game.
Anyway, thanks to So-yoon, the self-introduction time ended much faster than expected.
"Originally, I planned to do self-introductions and then training. But since it finished much faster than I thought, I'll give you a special tour of the broadcasting station. Follow me."
"Oh!"
The students followed PD In-ha with anticipation. As they moved, they passed by large and small studios. They were mainly rooms like 'Recording Studio' and 'Production Room'.
"We're recording right now, so absolutely no talking. Muffle your footsteps as you enter."
'...It feels like we just barged in without any plan?'
The place they entered, following PD In-ha, was a wide studio like a theater. Various lights illuminated a calm, wood-colored set. Outside the set, it was dark without lighting, creating a stark contrast in light between the areas.
"Wow, Mok-hye is over there."
"It's my first time seeing a celebrity!"
The students pointed at the woman wearing a pretty floral-patterned dress.
'She's clearly a woman I've never seen before, but hearing her called a celebrity while she's under the lights makes my dick feel grand.'
Lately, my dick often reacted whenever I saw a pretty woman, which was troublesome.
In front of Mok-hye, a female student wearing a Queen Valtz uniform was acting as the MC.
"We have invited Mok-hye, the talent who has been active recently in 'Thirteen O'clock at 2 AM Night,' as our guest. Welcome."
Her voice was captivating.
"I'm also happy to be back in this studio after a long time."
"Come to think of it, Mok-hye-ssi, you're also an alumna of Queen Valtz Academy, aren't you?"
"Yes, it's already been 10 years since I graduated. The memories are fresh."
How to put it. The talk itself was familiar and ordinary, but seeing it directly with my own eyes instead of on a TV screen made it feel unfamiliar.
'I saw several other studios earlier; are they all used for broadcasting?'