Chapter 20
Han Yaseong chastised himself, wondering if he'd gone too far. Making such a joke made him feel foolish, almost childish. What if Senior Choi Yujin had taken offense? He worried—until a burst of roaring laughter shattered the silence.
"Wahahaha! Yaseong, that was a joke, right? You were just kidding? Then why do you look like you're about to cry! Ahahaha!"
Senior Choi Yujin was doubled over, clutching her stomach as she rolled on the sofa. At first, the bold quip from the innocent freshman had stunned her into a blank stare. But seeing him regret it and make a pouty face had unleashed her laughter.
"Ahh-huk, I'm dying... Ahahaha..."
Choi Yujin tumbled off the sofa entirely, writhing on the floor, tears streaming from her eyes as she laughed uncontrollably.
Han Yaseong stood still, letting out a sigh. Women are impossible to handle. Her boyfriend must have it rough. A pang of sympathy welled up in him.
Choi Yujin finally caught her breath after a long fit, slumping with exaggerated exhaustion.
"Ahk... Ow, my stomach hurts... Yaseong, you're sneakily hilarious. A smelly ass? Pfft... But have you ever sniffed it? Does my ass really smell?"
Her expression held a hint of wounded pride. Han Yaseong, who knew nothing about women, couldn't tell if it was genuine or teasing. Best to stay silent in moments like this.
Choi Yujin climbed back onto the sofa and grabbed her beer can.
"Fine. You kick, and I'll let you sniff my ass. Check for yourself if it smells or not. Deal?"
"......"
Han Yaseong shook his head. It was obviously a joke. She kept toying with him like this. Was it because he was just a first-year chick? Sure, he was a guy, but being treated like a kid and teased nonstop was starting to grate.
So he decided to play along for real.
"Okay. You'll really let me smell your ass, Senior."
"......What?"
She'd expected a refusal, not acceptance. Choi Yujin faltered, but she couldn't back down now without losing face.
"Yeah. Smell my... ass."
Saying it sent an odd thrill through her. Her ass started to tingle hotly. What began as a joke had her crack growing slick before she knew it.
Han Yaseong figured he might as well go all out with the kicks now. Physical exertion could calm his raging erection, he thought.
He stretched briefly, then launched into kicks right in front of Senior Choi Yujin.
Whoosh! Whack!
On the uninhabited island before, he hadn't gone full throttle. No, he'd held back to average levels. But not now. Like in that other world, he unleashed every ounce of power in explosive kicks.
The display was on another level from what she'd seen. Choi Yujin gaped, mouth agape.
The previous kicks had been skillful but tame by comparison. She'd felt skill, not raw power. Now? It was overwhelming force.
Each kick made her pussy throb. The sheer intensity and energy resonated through her body. It was like watching a basketball court with five seconds left, down by one—heart-pounding tension.
Every devastating kick sent her pussy pulsing, chills racing from her ass up her spine. She'd always loved athletic guys, which only amplified it.
Han Yaseong lost himself in the trance, just like in that world, kicking freely. He'd even forgotten Choi Yujin watching. His pent-up lust vented through the flurry of strikes.
High-difficulty kicks nonstop drenched him in sweat.
Choi Yujin was mesmerized. A first-year guy sweating through kicks—it was beautiful. His power didn't flag; if anything, it surged. Anyone hit by those would drop dead.
He wasn't some herbivore guy. He was a carnivore in herbivore disguise. That's why her slit was throbbing and soaking.
Herbivore types never got her wet. Only intense men did.
And right now, Han Yaseong was making her drip fast.
He's... so cool...
For the first time, Choi Yujin saw him as a man. Sweat-soaked, launching aerial kicks—it was stunning. It even evoked boxers trading brutal blows in the ring.
"Hah... hah..."
After hundreds of kicks, Han Yaseong stood drenched, breathing raggedly. He'd zoned out so hard he'd gone berserk. Only now did he remember his audience.
Embarrassed, he averted his eyes, expecting a scolding for overdoing it. He'd gotten too cocky, he thought bitterly, smacking his lips.
Suddenly, a white towel appeared before him.
He looked up. Senior Choi Yujin stood there, offering it.
"Wipe off. ......You sweated a ton."
"Ah, yeah..."
Mortified, Han Yaseong took the towel and scrubbed his sweat-smeared face.
Choi Yujin bit her lip, hesitating a beat—then snatched it back.
"You're not wiping right. Let me do it."
Stunned as she yanked it away, Han Yaseong blinked dumbly. She dabbed his forehead and nape like a boxer's corner man.
A sweet, feminine scent wafted from her. His nearly dead erection surged back to life.
Han Yaseong wanted to scream. How many times is this gonna happen? It was infuriating. He even thought about avoiding her forever.
Every time he got close, he popped a boner. Better to steer clear entirely.
But Choi Yujin silently tended to his sweat. A clear, fresh scent kept rising from his body.
What is this smell?
It was sweat, but not sweaty. Men's sweat was usually musty. She'd been to sweaty basketball courts plenty, seen players drenched in training—she knew.
Yet Han Yaseong's sweat smelled crisp, like forest air. A first for her. No— it was the scent of mountains and woods, emanating from his skin.
Baffled, she pressed her nose to his shoulder and sniffed deeply.
"Wh-what?"
Startled, he stepped back as she inhaled his shoulder.
Choi Yujin savored the scent a few more times, then stared at him, utterly perplexed.
"Yaseong, your body smells like the forest."
"Huh? What?"
"Your body—no, your sweat. Forest, trees, even earth. How?"
He'd never heard that before. Clueless himself, Han Yaseong shook his head.
"No idea. Maybe from the mountain by the veranda?"
"No. It's definitely from you, your sweat. Do you use some woodsy or forest perfume?"
"Nope."
Intrigued, he lifted his arm and sniffed his own shoulder. Ah. He got it. This was the forest scent from that world—trees, earth—straight from his sweat.
News to him too.
"You know something?"
Reading his face, she pressed eagerly.
Han Yaseong fudged an excuse.
"I go to the mountains a lot. Guess it soaked into me."
"Even so, for your body to smell like forest..."
"I sleep there sometimes. In the woods."
"Oh, really?"
That landed. Like how morgue workers reek of alcohol, frequent mountain overnights could embed those scents. She nodded.
"Anyway, it smells amazing. Sweat turning into forest aroma... You just learned this too?"
"Yeah."
He rarely sweated here. Training in that world drew it out; here, no exercise meant no sweat. Hot days brought a little, but not drenched like now, so the scent stayed faint.
First time for him too—he was surprised.
In that world, it was intense; here, his version was milder. But to this world's people, it hit strong—Choi Yujin noticed right away.
Han Yaseong resolved to be careful sweating here from now on. He was used to it, but locals would gawk like her.