The Trip 2
The shrill blare of her alarm dragged Suhee out of sleep. She fumbled across the sheets for her phone.
"Ah, right."
She'd slept so deeply she'd nearly forgotten she was even on vacation. The flight, a brand-new country—of course she'd been wiped out.
"Yaaawn."
It wasn't as if anyone was watching. Suhee let the yawn unfurl as wide as it wanted, then stretched her arms overhead and pushed herself up from the cloud-soft bedding.
Breakfast, at least. And not the kind she'd have to make herself—someone else would be putting it in front of her.
She washed her face, pulled on something light, and stepped out into the hall.
The breakfast restaurant sat on the resort's second floor, with a decent stretch of ocean in view and a cool breeze drifting through. Suhee took a seat facing the water.
Bare-faced and still a little rumpled from the early hour, she drew eyes almost at once. A few men hovered nearby, glancing her way, but she wasn't interested. She had a taste for that sort of thing, sure—but she'd come here to learn something new.
She ate enough to fill herself, finished with a coffee for dessert, and headed back to her room to get ready.
The instructions that had come over messenger said a swimsuit was fine. Still, she didn't particularly want to stand out from the very first morning. A rash guard and water leggings would be more than enough to show off her figure.
"Hmm."
She turned this way and that in front of the mirror. Not bad at all. Compared to ordinary workout leggings, these were thinner—cut with getting wet in mind—and they clung to every line of her body. She gathered her long, glossy hair and tied it off to one side, just enough to leave the pale nape of her neck and a hint of collarbone exposed.
"Alright, hello! If today's your first day, come on over this way."
Suhee headed down to the pool at the appointed time. A man who looked like the instructor was already gathering the others, his skin burned a deep, dark bronze—the kind of tan you only earned working under a blazing sun every single day.
There were plenty of first-timers besides her. Roughly eight people had assembled, a fairly even mix of men and women.
"You'll all be learning together. Today's everyone's first day, right?"
"Yep~"
"Yes."
"Great. Let's see... you'll be training together for four days, so go ahead and introduce yourselves. Might as well get friendly."
People glanced around at each other, a little awkward. They'd only just met, after all. Even so, the men's eyes lingered on Suhee a beat longer than the rest. She wasn't wearing a scrap of makeup, but there was something about her that set her apart from the other women.
"Alright then, let's head inside."
The instructor's gaze rested on Suhee for a moment as well.
Min-woo, the diving instructor, found his mood lifting. Because of Suhee.
The job was grueling. Daily dives, the constant risk of a fatal accident—it kept his nerves wound tight. He had to watch every move his students made underwater. He could never fully relax.
She's gorgeous.
His one consolation was the occasional beautiful student who walked through the door. Eye candy, basically. And when someone like Suhee showed up...
His gaze slid toward her again. Those long, sculpted legs, every taut line of them laid bare through the thin fabric. And above them, breasts that strained against the rash guard as if they meant to split the seams, a waist so narrow it looked breakable—it had been a long time since a body this outrageous had walked into his class.
"Alright, we'll start with the theory portion."
The part every diving student hated most. Memorizing instead of doing. But regulations were regulations, and plenty of people were already nodding off. For him, though, it was the easiest stretch of the day. Tell them to memorize, then sit back and rest.
He walked behind the students as they watched the training video, free to take in Suhee's backside at his leisure. She was sitting, so he could only see from the waist down—her ass, her legs—but that was more than enough. The slim, hard-looking waist vanishing into the rash guard. Hips so wide they defied reason. Legs that just kept going. He thought he might actually lose his mind.
Had he ever seen a backside that filthy? Usually the ones with pretty legs had no waist to speak of, or the other way around. Suhee's ass made him want to haul her into a room right then and fuck her from behind.
He wet his drying lips and kept staring. Suhee couldn't have missed it. The rustling behind her hadn't moved in a long time. The rash guard. The water leggings. Those persistent eyes crawling over the thin fabric. She hadn't planned on this—but the memory of that dark-tanned skin from earlier sent a faint, restless itch through her body.
Suhee felt those stares through the entire theory session and the test that followed. And it wasn't just Min-woo. As the students started talking among themselves, the men's attention gravitated toward her even more. The ones who'd come with girlfriends held back, but the single guys were aggressive—striking up conversations, asking her this and that, working hard to get close. She could practically feel the competition between them.
"Oh, right. After we wrap up, it might be nice if everyone grabbed a meal together."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. There aren't many restaurants that are comfortable for eating alone anyway. And it's good if everyone gets along."
"Ohh..."
Of course, Min-woo planned to slide right into that gathering. This kind of thing happened more often than you'd think. They had a name for it—a cohort. Instructor and students stuck together for days on end, seeing each other constantly. You couldn't help but get close. He'd slept with a few female students this way before.
This time, the target was Suhee. No question. The other guys would try to block him, but he was confident. He especially didn't want to lose this one.
He couldn't forget how she'd looked during the late-afternoon pool session—soaked. The wet rash guard had clung to her, mapping every curve of her breasts, and he hadn't been able to look away. If he hadn't been wearing those dark sunglasses, someone could have reported him for how hard he'd been staring.
Suhee, on the other hand, found it harder and harder to notice the men's stares as the lesson went on. Being underwater—truly underwater, for the first time in her life—demanded total concentration. Let your focus slip for even a second and you'd swallow a mouthful. It was only a pool, but she was tense all the same.
She didn't really register those eyes again until dinner and the after-party that followed the lesson. By then, she was exhausted. She trained regularly, but moving in water all day was a different kind of hard, and once the tension drained out of her, her body went slack and heavy. The men could push through—they had a clear goal, and that goal was her. Suhee didn't particularly want anything, so she felt it that much more.
"Alright, alright, let's toast. The beer's ridiculously cheap, too."
"Well, yeah, the prices are different here. Pretty nice."
"Cheers~ Good to meet you all."
Still, sharing a meal and drinks with people you'd suffered alongside all day made for a genuinely pleasant evening.
"Don't overdo it, though. We're heading out to the ocean tomorrow."
"Ah, don't worry about it."
Min-woo said that to the students, but the truth was he wanted Suhee a little drunk. If the right opening presented itself, he might even get his chance tonight. The slightly worn-out look on her face only made her hotter. There was something about the atmosphere—like he could do whatever he wanted with her—that had his cock growing heavy even after all the beer he'd put down.
Just as Min-woo had expected. Once the drinks started flowing in that easy atmosphere, nobody held back. One by one, people got drunk and peeled off to their rooms—or simply collapsed where they sat. There were other women besides Suhee, but Min-woo kept his head clear the whole way through. Truth was, he'd barely been drinking since the midpoint.
"Ugh..."
"Alright, let's get you back to your room. Which way?"
"...This way... nngh."
He herded the drunk ones back to their rooms. When he returned to the drinking spot, he found Suhee roughly tidying up.
Tch.
She was the one he'd most wanted drunk, and she looked pretty damn sober. It burned a little.
"You okay?"
He asked hoping the answer was no. Suhee's gaze shifted, something unreadable in it. She'd known since morning that Min-woo had been looking her over. She had her own hunger, held back since yesterday—and that dark, solid-looking body of his wasn't half bad.
"Ah, a little..."
"Careful. We'll clean this up tomorrow, yeah?"
They'd been drinking in the shared lounge, so leaving the mess could be a problem—but Min-woo didn't care. He caught Suhee's slightly unsteady arm to support her, and it nearly drove him crazy. She was softer, more yielding than he'd imagined.
"Ah—"
Suhee grabbed onto him as he came close, and a certainty settled in. She'd tumbled around with surfing instructors before, so she had a point of comparison—and Min-woo was built denser. Cebu was basically summer year-round, which meant this man worked the ocean every single day of the year. Beneath that dark-tanned skin, she could feel hard muscle. Not the bulky, overbuilt look of a gym trainer—just dense. Solid.
"Hold me up a bit."
She'd decided. She wanted to know what a man who dove every day of the year would taste like.
Once Suhee made up her mind, the rest was easy. There was no way Min-woo was getting away. Every time she stumbled and rubbed herself against him, he felt his head growing clearer—despite all that beer. He had no idea what she was thinking. To him, this was his last shot, the chance he'd been waiting for.
"I'll walk you to your room."
"Please. Ah... I must be more tired than I thought. I feel so heavy..."
"That's what happens when you move around in the water all day."
"Right? And I was so tense... everything's all tight and sore..."
They talked as they walked, and before long the two of them were standing at the door to Suhee's room.