Chapter 12
“The fall sports festival should be doable, right? We might even snag a win in one event.”
A third-year senior guy flashed an excited grin, but another third-year senior just sighed and shook his head.
“We're heading to the army, dude...”
“Oh, yeah...”
Only then did it sink in, and his face fell in disappointment.
Those two third-year seniors were set to enlist in August. As the club's poster boys for herbivore guys, everyone was worried how they'd survive the brutal military life.
Come to think of it, Han Yaseong had his own army issue. Physically fit, he'd been classified for active duty. But he had zero intention of going.
He couldn't imagine enduring that kind of communal living. The beatings, violence, and gun accidents he saw on TV news killed any desire to enlist. If he couldn't even adapt here, no way he'd make it there.
He didn't want to go, but had no clue how to dodge it. Plenty of time left, though—no need to stress yet. He'd figure it out later.
Everyone chatted away over lunch, swapping stories. After downing bomb shots last night and witnessing Han Yaseong's kick today, the mood was high, drawing them closer. What had been casual acquaintances now felt like real friends.
Afternoon heat turned the air stifling, so they all hit the sea. The water was shockingly cold at first, but a few dips in and out made it fine.
“Don't stray far from the rocks. It might get deep.”
Senior Eun-ah warned them, keeping everyone close. The guys dunked in despite the chill, while the girls mostly just dipped their feet. No one wore swimsuits—too embarrassing.
But exceptions always exist.
“Why aren't you all in swimsuits?”
In strutted Senior Choi Yujin, rocking a red bikini. The girls bit their lips and looked away in embarrassment, while the guys stared, dumbfounded.
Her voluptuous figure was on full display. It was impossible not to react down there.
Senior Choi Yujin's body was straight out of a photoshoot, practically glowing. Anyone would think she was modeling.
“You actually wore it?”
“Yeah, it's the beach. Gotta. Eun-ah, hurry up and join me.”
Utterly shameless, Senior Choi Yujin waded in step by step. If anything, Senior Eun-ah looked the shy one. Rocking a bikini here took guts—only she could pull it off.
“Ahh, feels good.”
She swam gracefully, her skin-scuba club skills shining through. The other girls, too self-conscious for suits, just splashed from the rocks. If the guys were herbivores, the girls were herbivore girls—too bashful to suit up.
But Senior Choi Yujin swam like a seal, her butt occasionally breaking the surface. That pale, plump rear peeking from the red bikini bottoms was insanely sexy.
Han Yaseong, waist-deep in the water, had to look away—his erection was out of control. Her ass was too much; staring made it worse. The other guys averted their eyes too.
No red-blooded man could see that sexy butt and not get turned on. Even the girls seemed subtly aroused—no jealousy, just admiration. She was so far beyond them, it sparked envy in a good way.
Jealousy hits when things feel comparable; vast gaps breed admiration instead. The girls felt it too—a longing to be like her.
And that came out full force that night.
“Your boobs are huge. But so firm. No guy's touched them yet?”
“Um, Senior... no...”
“Hold still. Gotta loosen 'em up by touch.”
Lewd whispers drifted from the girls' tent. Senior Choi Yujin was up to something, the others protesting and pleading.
It had every guy in the boys' tent rock-hard. Even herbivores couldn't resist. Girlfriend-less porn addicts like them? Their imaginations ran wild, picturing exactly what she was doing.
“Jeez, that girl...”
One third-year senior sighed and rolled onto his side. They all curled up sideways—no lying straight with tents pitched.
Han Yaseong gripped his erection and rolled over too. Senior Choi Yujin's sultry voice kept drifting over.
“Oh my, your butt's so pretty. Should've worn that bikini earlier. C'mere.”
“Ah, no...”
“Come on. Don't be shy, freshman... Big sis'll love on it.”
“But...”
“Your future boyfriend's gonna love this plump ass. Keep up the hip workouts—you could totally get that apple butt with a bit more effort.”
Then she switched targets.
“You guys have no idea how perfect Eun-ah's tits are. She hides 'em in baggy shirts, but she's super glamorous. Wanna see?”
“Don't, seriously.”
“Hiding a body this hot is a crime. Girls, feel 'em—big and soft. Probably bigger than mine.”
“Hah, stop. This is weird...”
The erotic sounds from the girls' tent kept the six curled-up herbivore guys wide awake.
“Haa...”
The men let out long, inexplicable sighs. Two ended up with wet dreams.
Next morning, they rose, ate, and prepped to leave. The two nights and three days had flown by faster than expected, leaving everyone wistful. They all wished for a few more days.
Han Yaseong felt it too—heading home now seemed too soon.
Senior Choi Yujin, visibly reluctant, threw a tantrum.
“Let's stay longer. Come on? Nothing to do at home anyway.”
“Suddenly...?”
But Senior Eun-ah seemed tempted too, scanning the group.
“Anyone gotta head back today? Any emergencies?”
No one did. Heads shook all around. Summer break meant ample free time.
Han Yaseong had no rush either—empty house waiting, and no urgency for that other world. Delaying a few days was fine.
“Let's hit the waterpark. I know a good one—no entry fees. Seniors'll cover it.”
The third-year guys who suddenly footed the bill for juniors grimaced. Senior Choi Yujin had preempted any broke-junior excuses.
True enough, free rides swayed the second- and first-years. Senior Eun-ah nodded, warming to the idea.
“Waterpark it is—one or two more days. Call home later, tell your parents.”
“Say three days total. One or two's too short.”
Senior Choi Yujin locked in three. No objections—everyone free.
“Hurry the boat. This salt on my skin's killing me.”
She scratched her neck, scowling. No showers since yesterday's swim left her and the guys sticky. Bottled water rinses hadn't cut it.
“Pack up quick. Fold tents, clean up.”
Senior Eun-ah directed while calling the captain. Guys and girls bustled—tents down, gear packed, site cleaned.
An hour later, the camp spot gleamed. Bags ready, they sat on the sand, waiting. Soon, the boat appeared in the distance.
It docked at the island; everyone boarded.
“Captain, take the booze. Plenty left.”
Senior Choi Yujin handed over the crate of beers and soju packs. Bomb shots had soured everyone on alcohol.
Sea breeze on the ride back, and landfall came quick. They grabbed three taxis, splitting up for the waterpark.
Thirty minutes later, a massive park sprawled at a mountain's base. Summer break had started at colleges—weekdays packed with young crowds.
Piling out, they geared up to enter, but Senior Eun-ah fretted.
“What if no rooms?”
“Hotel it is.”
Senior Choi Yujin shrugged, then shook her head.
“Oh, right—they've got suites here. Those should be free.”
The group eyed each other—suites sounded pricey. The bill-paying third-years paled especially; they didn't scream rich.
Han Yaseong still had wallet cash—planned to slip it to Senior Eun-ah later.
They entered the waterpark, gawking. First-timers all, mouths agape in delight. Han Yaseong's first too—TV dreams made real, awe hit hard.