Senior Yu-jin's Booze-Fueled Rampage
Senior Eun-ah drew close and spoke up. "You actually came?"
"Yeah. Didn't you tell me to?"
"You didn't come last time. Why'd you show up now?"
"Hey, that's really hurtful. Aren't we classmates? Don't you like me? Hate it that I'm here?"
"It's just weird—you never come, and now you suddenly do."
As they bantered, the boat driver bent down, grabbed something heavy, and shouted, "Take this."
A third-year guy senior stepped forward. "What's that?"
"Booze?"
He handed over a crate stuffed full of beer bottles.
The third-year grabbed it, and another second-year pitched in to help. Two crates of beer and a full box of boxed soju.
Everyone stared in disbelief.
"Why'd you buy so much booze?"
Senior Eun-ah looked utterly fed up, but Senior Yu-jin played it cool. "We've got about ten people. This is the bare minimum, right? You all drink, don't you?"
"Even so, this is way too much. A whole box of boxed soju...?"
Senior Eun-ah shook her head in exasperation. She always kept a perfect poker face, but it crumbled around Senior Yu-jin.
The boat driver dropped off one last massive load. Hanyaseong and his classmate hauled it together. It was huge and heavy, reeking of kimchi from inside.
Senior Choi Yu-jin waved at the departing driver. "Thanks, mister!"
"Have fun, kids."
As the boat pulled away, Senior Choi Yu-jin's cheerful grin twisted into a scowl. "Ugh, that pervy old creep. He stared at my chest and ass the whole ride."
And who could blame him? She was rocking tiny denim shorts and a tight white tank top that left her full breasts on blatant display. No red-blooded man could look away. Even the guys on this uninhabited island kept stealing glances.
Senior Choi Yu-jin had shown up dressed to kill. Her glamorous figure only amplified the effect.
"Whew, anyway, we're here. Let's go."
Senior Eun-ah sighed and headed toward the bonfire. Senior Choi Yu-jin bossed the guys around like servants. "Hurry up and grab that stuff. Time for a drink."
Her eyes flicked to the heavy load Hanyaseong and his classmate were lugging. "That's packed with meat, kimchi, and wraps. Be careful not to spill it."
So that's what the kimchi smell was—food supplies.
The seniors, Hanyaseong, and the others lugged the booze crates and food toward the bonfire. Senior Choi Yu-jin wrinkled her nose at the bare tent site, nothing but the fire. "What the hell? Eun-ah, why's there nothing here?"
"We were about to eat and crash."
"Already? Are you nuts? We came to party—let's go all night."
She looked incredulous as she dropped her bag and cracked open a beer crate. "Beer first, yeah? And we gotta grill that meat. Prep time—beef, pork, duck, all bought. Girls, wash the wrap veggies."
She barked orders like a queen, and hilariously, everyone obeyed without a peep. Even Hanyaseong grabbed a frying pan to get the grill going.
Senior Choi Yu-jin had this magnetic charisma, an undeniable presence. No wonder Senior Eun-ah struggled to rein her in.
The feast kicked off again. Pans sizzled with grilling meat and kimchi, filling the air with mouthwatering aromas. Beers passed hand to hand.
Hanyaseong nursed a single bottle, sipping lightly. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he faked it for the vibe. Compared to before, it was a huge leap.
Back then, he'd bail midway because he couldn't vibe at all. After dipping out of department drinking parties a couple times, he'd sworn them off forever. Skipping them turned him into an outsider—no bonding over booze meant no friends.
But now? This atmosphere felt good. Something inside him had shifted, forged in that other world.
"Hey, what're you idiots doing? Drink up! That's what you do on these trips—booze till you drop."
Senior Choi Yu-jin shook her cute ass in those shorts, pumping up the energy. Even the shy Mystery Club members loosened up. Beers flowed, laughter erupted. These quiet types had come alive thanks to one senior.
Hell, even Senior Eun-ah cracked a subtle smile over her beer.
The first night might've dragged boringly otherwise, but she'd flipped the script entirely.
Meat vanished as fast as it cooked; empty bottles piled up. Senior Choi Yu-jin owned the scene. She made everyone wrap ssam and feed it to the person next to them.
The Mystery Club folks blushed awkwardly but complied, stuffing ssam into neighbors' mouths. She was engineering instant bonds.
Hanyaseong shyly accepted a wrap from his classmate girl, then made one for the second-year guy senior. Simple stuff, but it felt electric—like they'd grown closer in seconds.
A few beers in, Senior Choi Yu-jin's cheeks flushed with a buzz. "We're here to have fun, right? Should I do a strip show?"
She reached for her tank top hem. Senior Eun-ah freaked. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What? You strip too, Eun-ah."
She lunged to yank off Senior Eun-ah's top. Eun-ah bolted backward in panic. "Ugh, here she goes again."
Her face crumpled in headache. That poker face shattered under Senior Yu-jin's adorable drunken antics.
"You guys have no idea how killer Eun-ah's body's gotten. Back when we bathed together—mmph!"
Senior Eun-ah dove in like a snow mountain guardian, clamping a hand over her mouth. Damn, she's fast. Everyone gawked in shock.
Maybe her wild side stunned them more—she'd always been so calm and quiet. This demolished the image.
"You're dead. Don't you dare."
Senior Eun-ah growled fiercely. Senior Choi Yu-jin tucked tail immediately. Then pivoted. "Let's play games. Kiss game—guys like that, right?"
Everyone froze, dumbfounded. No replies. Guys were brain-dead slack-jawed; girls looked baffled. But no one seemed offended—more like thrilled with forbidden anticipation.
No one had ever played like this. Hanyaseong was hooked on the thrill. He'd figured MT was just quiet chilling, but Senior Choi Yu-jin changed everything.
Deep down, he'd craved this chaos. Everyone had—they just needed someone to lay the groundwork. Booze helped; no one objected. But shyness held them back from cheering outright.
Frustrated, Senior Choi Yu-jin smacked her chest. Her big tits jiggled with each thwack. "Ugh, you morons! Still like this? Same as always. That's why I skip Mystery Club. No fun. When you party, party—quit peeking around. Tonight, I'll make it epic. Kiss game first, then panty strip, suck-off if you want hardcore, spread-ass game, and—mmph!"
Senior Eun-ah shot up again, smothering her mouth and whispering hot in her ear. "Choi Yu-jin, cool it. Or I tell your dad everything."
"Mmph... cheater."
She deflated fast—clearly a weak spot. Mentioning dads hinted their families knew each other. Choi family was loaded, and Senior Eun-ah's seemed wealthy too, despite her low-key vibe.
A third-year guy senior chuckled with a fresh beer. "They're exactly like two years ago."
"Tell me about it."
The other third-year shook his head, amused. No fourth-years—too busy job-hunting. Four third-years, four first-years, three second-years. Eleven total with Senior Choi Yu-jin. The two third-year guys were enlisting in August; this was their last MT.
"Alright, kiss game time. Guys on guys, girls on girls—doesn't matter, you do it. Guy-girl? Hell yeah, mandatory."
Freed from Senior Eun-ah, she seized control again. No objections, just awkward grins. They figured she was joking... right?