Chapter 28: College Student Do Min-jeong (3)
Chapter 28: College Student Do Min-jeong (3)
A few more days passed after I sent the application text to the basketball club president, Michael.
There hadn't been much movement yet, but the real work started now. After all, I was currently heading to the location I’d been told to go for my basketball club interview.
'Was it here?'
A vacant classroom located right next to the gym with the basketball courts and the club room. That was today’s interview venue. It was my first time visiting this part of the campus since enrolling, so I almost ended up being late, but fortunately, I made it on time.
"Oh, the last person is here."
A male senior with a genial impression was standing in front of the vacant classroom—today’s interview room—greeting the waiting students. Contrary to the rumors I’d heard, my first impression of him was nothing special. He felt just like any other club member.
"Since you’re the last one... hmm, actually, since there aren't many women, let's just group the ladies together for the final slot."
If there was one thing that stood out... it was that there were overwhelmingly few women among the applicants. Today was supposed to be the day for interviews regardless of gender, but for a moment, I wondered if I’d mistaken it for a men-only day.
'Including me, are there only three?'
The gender ratio among the applicants was nearly 9:1. Well, it wasn't that surprising. Regardless of how many girls usually applied to the basketball club, everyone knew the rumors about this place were bad.
Even if there were female students who genuinely loved basketball, they wouldn't bother with a departmental club and would head to the central university clubs instead. If anything, it was more surprising that there were three of us here at all.
'Either they were completely ignorant of the rumors like I was a few days ago, or...'
They heard the nasty rumors and came here specifically expecting that kind of thing.
Gulp.
If I had to say, I was closer to the latter. I just didn't show it on the outside. It wasn't just because being forcibly spread felt hotter than spreading my legs voluntarily.
'If I openly begged them to fuck me, honestly, how would that be any different from treating everyone here as my personal dildo?'
Setting everything else aside, that was just a matter of basic human courtesy. Others might find it ridiculous if they heard me say it, but it was a personal creed I’d maintained ever since my days as an invisible man.
'Then what are the other two thinking?'
I suddenly grew curious. I was here expecting something erotic, but were the other two here for the same reason? Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to talk to them, but I could get a feel for them just by their appearance.
The first was a brazen, female version of a Blonde Tanned Delinquent. Her makeup was excessively heavy—at least to men who didn't know better—and her revealing outfit exposed tattoos on her bare arms and legs.
The second girl felt like the complete opposite. A black-haired Ponytail Girl in neat attire. She had the kind of face that suggested she’d done nothing but study during her school years, but the further down you looked, the more toned her physique became. It was a body that made you certain she must have been an elite athlete.
I knew it wasn't good to judge people by first impressions, but these two were so stereotypical there was no room for disagreement.
'The Blonde Tanned Girl is definitely here for sex. The Ponytail Girl is here to play basketball, totally clueless.'
While I was lost in my imagination, the line gradually shortened. Since the female interview group I was in was placed last, the system required all the male applicants in front of us to finish before our turn came.
"Hmm~ The interviews seem to be ending pretty fast, don't they~?"
Watching the line move quickly, the Blonde Tanned Girl licked her lips and muttered to herself. The affable senior who had been guiding us responded to her.
"It's mostly a formality, nothing major. No need to be so nervous just because it's an interview."
"Oh, really?"
"Of course. Especially since we have so few female members, we pretty much pass them all."
The Ponytail Girl let out a sigh of relief at those words, as if she’d been incredibly tense. It seemed she had been worried about failing, considering how she kept checking her phone to prepare for potential interview questions.
Unlike her, however, the Blonde Tanned Girl remained relaxed throughout. It was as if she knew exactly why the basketball club passed every single one of the few female members—and she seemed confident that she met those criteria and then some.
"Haha, so just take it easy."
"Ah, yes. Thank you..."
The basketball club senior gave me a bright smile as he looked at me last. He seemed to have a decent personality and wasn't bad-looking either. He was the type often called a "handsome guy," so perhaps he was flirting with me, confident in his looks.
'Not interested.'
If I were an ordinary freshman, I might have fallen for his charms right then and there. In fact, the Ponytail Girl had been stealing glances at him for a while now.
Noticing this, the senior quickly gave up on me since I wasn't reacting and turned his attention toward the Ponytail Girl. It was hard to tell if he was here to guide applicants or to pick up freshmen.
"By the way, when did you start liking basketball?"
"Oh, are you talking to me? I..."
But I couldn't help my lackluster reaction. After all, about sixty percent of my mind was currently occupied by Michael, the Black exchange student I hadn't even met yet.
Since the remaining forty percent was filled with thoughts of gangbangs, that senior was, at best, a tiny fraction of that forty percent. To use a metaphor, he was like one of those filler snacks that comes in a variety gift set behind the main treats.
'...No, maybe it's the opposite. Because to these people, I'm going to be the snack.♡'
Like a snack kept at home to be pulled out whenever someone's bored, I might be treated like a snack kept in the basketball club room or on the court, to be devoured whenever they're craving semen or their cocks are bored. And not just eaten alone, but an S-Rank snack shared among many friends.
"Hehe, hehehe..."
"Oh, it's your turn. The three of you can go in together. Good luck!"
While I was secretly giggling, the time finally came. With a fluttering heart, I entered the interview room along with the Blonde Tanned Girl and the Ponytail Girl.
*
"Yaaaawn..."
What greeted the three women who had just entered the room was a man's imposing yawn. Leaving behind the Ponytail Girl, who looked startled as if something had gone wrong, the Blonde Tanned Girl and I took our designated seats.
"Whoops, sorry. We're a bit tired from doing interviews all day."
I quickly scanned the interviewers. There were three in total. On the left sat a senior with a playful face, and on the right was a more serious-looking Glasses Senior. And in the center sat the man of the hour, the Black exchange student and basketball club president, Michael.
'So that's him.'
The moment I laid eyes on him, I had to swallow my saliva. His short, buzzed hair and chocolate-dark skin were impressive, but the most important thing was...
'He's huge.'
He was big. Everything about him was big. He was tall, his feet were big, his hands were big, his limbs were big, and even his head was big.
'His cock must be huge too, right...?'
I wasn't exactly a perverted addict who couldn't live without a King Dick, but I couldn't deny that bigger was better. Of course, usually, a cock that fit a woman's body perfectly was best... but sadly, it seemed my body was wired to feel more pleasure the larger the cock was.
"Excuse me, are the coach and director not coming?"
That was when the Ponytail Girl, who was the only one genuinely serious about basketball, raised her hand and asked a question.
I suppose it was normal for a coach or director to be present for a sports club interview. I didn't know much about it, but the situation seemed highly disconcerting to the Ponytail Girl.
"The di-rec-tor? He is berry busy today."
"Aren't the three of us enough?"
"Heh, you're quite greedy. Three-on-three is perfect, isn't it? It's like a group date!"
"Oh, um..."
Sexual harassment right from the start. They turned a serious interview into a three-on-three blind date in an instant, but because it was subtle teasing rather than a direct insult, it was hard for her to even complain.
"Then, shall we get straight to the point?"
"Yeees. You all look like fresh-men. Have you eber played basketball be-fore?"
Michael's Korean pronunciation was a bit awkward, but perfectly understandable. Perhaps I was excited just by the sound of his voice, as my breathing was gradually becoming heavy.
"Eh... Basketball? Never played. I've seen a basketball anime movie, though!"
"I played a little with friends back in school."
"I started in a local youth basketball club in elementary school and consistently gained experience through middle and high school. In high school, our girls' basketball team even won a city-sponsored tournament..."
"Ah, wait a minute."
The Ponytail Girl was cut off. Michael had interrupted her with his characteristic deep voice.
"But that was... only a girls' basketball team, wasn't it?"
"Well, yes, because basketball is divided by gender..."
"No, no. Wait, didn't you look into this? Our club is a co-ed basketball club. That means you don't have to be the best among the women; you have to be better than the worst man. Do you understand?"
The playful-looking man sitting to Michael's left smirked as he poured on the vitriol.
"I knew it was a co-ed club! However, I believe there are areas where female players can outperform male players. Of course, on average, we are shorter and at a disadvantage in physical confrontations, but..."
"That statement alone makes me doubt your expertise in basketball. Your physique isn't particularly great either... and as you said, it won't be just a 'slight' disadvantage."
This time it was the serious Glasses Senior sitting to Michael's right. Somehow, all three interviewers were ganging up on the Ponytail Girl. I felt like I vaguely knew why.
'They're trying to quickly weed out the one they can't use as an Onahole.'
Just as I had judged the female applicants' characters and sensed the atmosphere of the interviewers, they had also sized us up at a glance. From the fact that the Blonde Tanned Girl was an overt slut to the fact that the Ponytail Girl was a stubborn wall.
"Then... then why does this basketball club even recruit female members? If you're not going to use them as players?"
"Isn't it ob-vious? A good team is not made of players alone. Like in moobies or dramas, you need good sup-porters."
"Supporters...?"
"They don't play in the games, but they help the players from behind the scenes. Things like health care, condition management. Sometimes, smiling cutely to liven up the atmosphere would be berry good, too."
The Ponytail Girl muttered with a devastated face.
"That's... that's not a player, that's just a manager... no, a cheerleader...?"
"It can't be helped. If you don't have the skill, shouldn't you contribute to the team in some other way?"
"Or, or~ you could just show us right here that you do have the skill! Right? Don't you agree?"
Under the barrage of jabs from the three of them, the girl who knew nothing but basketball was thrown into a panic. Meanwhile, my crotch was getting damp at the thought of wanting to be pressured like that myself.
"Let's keep it simple~ Whether you use your small frame to slip in nimbly or use strength to push through, do whatever it takes to take the basketball away from our president, Michael!"
"Take the ball... from the president...?"
Her voice was full of absurdity. I could empathize with that feeling. For a woman to take a basketball firmly held by that Michael—there was no way such a thing was possible.
Looking back and forth between the Ponytail Girl's frame and Michael's, even I, who only played with friends occasionally and knew little about basketball, could tell that the playful man's suggestion was preposterous.
'The weight class difference is just too much...'
Michael's massive body looked to be at least 1.5 times her height and easily two or three times her bulk. In comparison, the Ponytail Girl, who was quite tall for a woman, looked like a tiny hamster.
"...I'll try."
Yet, the Ponytail Girl accepted the challenge. Whether out of pride or because she truly thought she had a chance.
"Okay, come at me."
Michael pulled a basketball from under the desk and stood in the center of the room. The Ponytail Girl also stood up and took a stance, looking for any opening to penetrate and steal the ball from his grasp.
It was like a battle between David and Goliath. The only difference from the old tale was that the David here was a weaker woman, and she wasn't carrying any stones.
On the other hand, the Goliath, Michael, was gripping the basketball with arms full of hideously bulging muscles.
"Hyaaaaaah!"
"Huh, what are you doing?"
The result was pathetically anticlimactic. No matter how many times the Ponytail Girl collided with him, Michael's mountain-like body didn't budge an inch. It was like watching a girl repeatedly throw herself against a massive wall.
Far from stealing the ball, she couldn't even make Michael move a single step. She had good grit and kept trying without rest, but in the end, it was the Ponytail Girl who gasped for breath first. Naturally, since Michael hadn't moved a muscle.
"Hah, hah..."
"Well, I think you get it now. This is why female players are point-less."
Thump—!
"Kyaaaaaah?!"
Unlike how Michael hadn't moved despite her throwing her fragile body at him multiple times, when Michael gave her a slight bump with his hip, the Ponytail Girl was sent flying like a feather. Not like an athlete at all, but letting out a shrill scream like a mere damsel.
"Now, do you un-der-stand?"
"H-hic..."
Sent tumbling by a move that was embarrassing to even call a counterattack, the Ponytail Girl sat slumped on the floor. As she tearfully rubbed her tailbone, Michael strode toward her.
"W-what am I supposed to understand...?"
"Isn't it ob-vious?"
He looked down from his towering height at the Ponytail Girl, who had fallen as close to the floor as possible. As if granting a reward, he dropped the basketball he was holding right next to her with a thud.
"...Can you accept your role now?"
Don't play as a player; become a female who serves the players.
Michael and the basketball club were demanding exactly that, and a moment later, the Ponytail Girl answered. Not with her mouth, but with another part of her.
Trickle, trickle...
"Ha! Pfft, puhahahaha!"
"Oh, fucking shit!"
"Haah, you're twenty years old and you're pissing yourself in front of others... Have you no shame?"
I didn't know why she’d leaked. Was it because the public humiliation was too shameful? Was Michael looking down on her that humiliating? Or had she realized her own instincts?
"H-hng, hnggggg!"
In the end, the Ponytail Girl left a yellow puddle on the floor and fled the interview room with a tearful face.
However, soon after, I heard a man's voice outside comforting her, followed by the sound of two sets of footsteps walking away together. I had a feeling I knew exactly how the heartbroken girl would be "consoled."
"Hmm, was I too harsh with the pres-sure?"
"Nah, nah, Michael. She wasn't the right fit anyway. Besides, that guy didn't miss a beat and went straight for the kill."
"Don't waste your attention on a failure. We still have two ladies left."
Michael nodded, seemingly convinced by the Glasses Senior's words. But he didn't just return to his seat. Turning around, he immediately placed both hands on my shoulders and began to knead them roughly.
"Hng...♡"
"Then, shall we begin the real in-ter-view?"
I thought back to the Ponytail Girl who had just pissed herself simply from looking up at Michael from below.
'...I'll probably end up like that soon, won't I?'
Just imagining it made me feel like I was going to come. I trembled, my face flushing red in silence.