Chapter 13
Seniors Choi Yujin and Euna, who had clearly been here before, led the bewildered group toward the massive building.
Senior Choi Yujin headed straight to the counter, booked two suites, and paid upfront for three nights with her card. They'd only said the third-years would cover it, but she footed the entire bill herself.
Senior Euna chimed in from the side. "Yujin, let me chip in."
"Nah. Just get ready to have a blast, everyone."
True to her wealthy roots, she was spending big without a second thought. Watching her, Han Yaseong couldn't help thinking that living rich wasn't so bad after all. He'd always viewed the wealthy negatively, influenced by TV news and such, harboring a bit of resentment. But seeing Senior Choi Yujin up close, it didn't seem that way at all. The rich really did live conveniently.
The underclassmen, both guys and girls, looked apologetic as they thanked her profusely.
"I don't come here often, so this is the time to splurge. Let's head up."
Senior Choi Yujin took the lead up the stairs without making a fuss, despite dropping so much cash. She truly carried the grace of a queen. A woman with a prickly temper might have grumbled about paying alone and demanded praise, but Senior Choi Yujin showed none of that.
Han Yaseong had planned to hand over his share to Senior Euna, but he let it go. His few tens of thousands of won wouldn't even scratch the surface of the bill, and besides, she might hate it. Like the others, he decided to quietly tag along.
Following her to the fifth floor, they entered the suite—and it was basically a hotel in itself. A massive living room with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It was worth every penny.
"Everyone, get your swimsuits on and come out! If you don't have one, I'll buy 'em! Speedos for the guys!"
Senior Choi Yujin peeked into the guys' room, shouted, and vanished in a flash. The group grimaced at her words.
"You guys bring swimsuits?"
"Nope."
None of the six guys had packed one—not even Han Yaseong. They all looked worried, faces falling. Senior Choi Yujin would really make them wear speedo-style trunks.
Chaos erupted from the girls' side too.
"No swimsuit? This big sis will hook you up with bikinis."
"Huh?"
The second-year girls and first-year girls paled. Senior Euna looked the most horrified. Among them, only Senior Choi Yujin had brought a swimsuit. Embarrassment had kept everyone from packing one from the start.
After unpacking and stepping out, they all stood anxiously in the hallway. Would she really buy swimsuits and force them to wear them? The thought gnawed at them.
But Senior Choi Yujin emerged already changed into a bikini, a single white shirt draped over top. Her voluptuous hips peeked out between the red bikini bottoms. Standing boldly in the busy hallway drew embarrassed stares from the group. Passing guys stole glances at her ass as they went by.
"No one has a swimsuit? You guys are hopeless. How does nobody bring one? Something wrong with your bodies?"
Senior Choi Yujin clicked her tongue instead and herded the group along.
"Come on. I'll get you some killer swimsuits."
They shuffled after her like lambs to the slaughter, fidgeting nervously. Down the stairs to the first-floor swim shop they went.
The guys flat-out refused her push for speedos; the girls rejected bikinis. But Senior Choi Yujin wouldn't budge.
"That's how you do it here. You wanna look like hicks in baggy squares and one-pieces?"
Still no. The guys pushed back. "Girls in bikinis makes sense, but guys? Speedos are ugly. Give us squares, please."
The third-year guy practically begged, and Senior Choi Yujin sighed, relenting with a wry face.
"Fine. Squares for the guys. Shame, but whatever."
No idea what was a shame, but the guys cheered and started picking square trunks. The girls, led by Senior Euna, scowled darkly.
"We could just do shorts and tees. Why bikinis?"
Senior Euna protested, backed by the second-years and first-year girls. Cornered, Senior Choi Yujin whispered persuasively.
"You come to a place like this and skip bikinis? You'll never wear one otherwise. Who's gonna walk around in dorky shorts and tees? Look outside—all the girls are in bikinis. Just wrap a sarong around your waist like that. Try 'em on."
Woman's vanity, perhaps. Seeing others in bikinis sparked envy even in the Mystery Club girls. They agreed to try them, grabbing various suits and heading to the changing rooms. The guys had already thrown on whatever and changed.
Senior Choi Yujin eyed the guys in their baggy square trunks and tsked.
"You all look so scrawny."
With zero muscle definition, they did. Han Yaseong had a toned build but no ripped physique, so he didn't stand out. Still wearing his loose tee, though—strip that off, and you'd see some princely abs emerging. Not perfect, but progressing from newbie to intermediate.
While the guys waited with Senior Choi Yujin, the girls emerged from changing rooms in bikinis, faces flushed with shame. Clothes really were wings—the usually plain Mystery Club girls looked downright sexy. Slim, sleek figures, even if not all glamorous.
The star was Senior Euna. Stepping out in her bikini revealed the curvaceous body hidden under her usual clothes. As Senior Choi Yujin said, her breasts were big and full. How had she concealed them all this time? Unreal.
Senior Euna, catching the guys' stares locked on her chest, bit her lip hard, face beet red.
"I-I can't. I'm changing back..."
"No way! It suits you perfect. Right?"
Senior Choi Yujin grabbed her as she tried fleeing to the changing room, glancing at the group. Everyone chimed in that it looked great, cheering her on. And so, all the girls ended up in bikinis. Embarrassed but thrilled expressions all around.
Too shy to parade like that, though—they each bought a sarong and wrapped it around their waists, hiding their exposed hips. The guys in back looked disappointed as the view vanished.
"Our club girls are pretty hot, huh."
"Yeah."
The guys huddled, whispering. Only now did they realize the appeal hidden under those modest everyday looks.
Senior Choi Yujin covered the swimsuit tab too. Clutching pounding hearts, they slowly exited the building. Vast pools, rides, and crowds in swimsuits stretched before them. The open expanse lifted spirits. More exciting than the uninhabited island, even.
The Mystery Club splashed into the huge wave pool. Waves crashed relentlessly; screams of joy echoed. The group pushed forward, tossed and slammed by the surf, laughing the whole time, soaking in the bliss.
Han Yaseong reveled fully. Nothing this fun in his life before. Hanging with friends was great, but riding waves in the massive pool made him feel like an innocent kid again.
Smiles never left their faces. Watching the group, Han Yaseong saw their true, hidden selves emerge. He was grinning just like them. No shame—pure joy at being able to laugh like this.
The girls' bikinis were a sight too. Sarongs soaked and curling up from the water, baring their firm asses. Good thing it wasn't guys-only; plenty of bikini babes for eye candy made it even better.
After hours in the pool, they roamed rides like kids, buzzing with excitement. Then, queuing for a tube slide, it happened.
Senior Choi Yujin stood bouncily ahead of Han Yaseong. A press from behind shoved him forward—his body jammed right into her ass. He jolted, trying to pull back, but the crowd pinned him. His solid weight kept pressing into her plush curves.
Senior Choi Yujin sensed something against her and glanced back over her shoulder.