Chapter 29: College Student Do Min-jeong (4)
Chapter 29: College Student Do Min-jeong (4)
Perhaps deciding they could be openly lewd now that the ponytail girl was gone, the basketball club interviewers' questions grew progressively more suggestive.
"What are your specialties? Any useful talents for basketball?"
"Oh, I think my flexibility is my biggest strength."
"Flexibility? Oh, that’s great. That means you can do all sorts of positions... I mean, postures, right?"
"……Pardon?"
I had just mentioned flexibility as a generic trait without much thought, but they immediately jumped to sexual delusions.
"Ah, I almost forgot. Are both of your mouths on the larger side?"
"Mmm? My mouth? Well, I guess it’s relatively large."
"Mine is quite big. But why are you asking about mouth size?"
"It’s nothing. Michael just prefers it that way. Or rather, if it’s too small, he says it’s hard to handle…."
From lips that women carefully maintain with lipstick and balm to look pretty, to questions that treated them as nothing more than another hole to shove a cock into… the variety of harassment was truly diverse.
"These questions are quite unusual. It’s different from the basketball club interview I imagined."
"……Hmm."
"B-but it’s fun! This is my first time doing something like this, hehe."
Despite the absurdity, I stuck to my concept of the innocent college student. Since I was still sitting there after seeing what happened to the ponytail girl, I probably looked like I had come expecting something erotic, just like the blonde tanned girl. However, I could still tilt their perception of me.
There is a massive difference between a total slut who makes it obvious she’s there for sex, and a "virgin bitch" who tries to hide it but exudes a subtle lewdness. It’s the icing on the cake if she starts to resist when the time actually comes after all that teasing.
‘The flower on the cliff is always the one people want to pluck the most.’
My classmate’s testimony confirmed it. If the basketball players just wanted an onahole to use after running around, they wouldn’t have bothered with an interview like this. It would have been safer to just have one of the members bring in a perverted acquaintance.
The fact that they were taking the risk to hold these interviews meant they were looking for a specific type of talent. Someone who wasn't an overt slut like the blonde tanned girl, but who, unlike the ponytail girl, showed at least some potential to be corrupted.
‘I wonder if one of those three has that specific taste.’
Ultimately, what they wanted could be summarized in one sentence: to take a brainless girl who applied because she admired the basketball seniors and turn her into the club’s private sexual relief secretary, dragging her down until she was nothing but a female animal.
If she’s a slut who’s already been used so much she’s worn out, there’s no fun in corrupting her. On the other hand, if she’s impossible to corrupt and her resistance is too fierce, the risk of things ending up at a police station or in court is too high. That’s why they had to make those types leave on their own early on.
‘And it worked. They made her leave on her own.’
As a result, the ponytail girl failed. It seemed simple, but it was all a carefully designed trap.
The basketball club I was currently in was like a Venus flytrap, luring insects in with sweet-smelling fruit before snapping shut. They were just being very selective about which female they chose as their prey.
If my deduction was correct, the next female the flytrap would filter out wasn't me, but the blonde tanned girl.
"The next few are a bit more personal. Is that okay with both of you?"
"I don't mind~"
"Anything is fine with me!"
"Do either of you have a boyfriend, or... a lover?"
The playful-looking senior sitting to Michael’s left quickly followed up.
"It’s not for any weird reason, we’ve just seen things happen before. Especially with female members, if something happens with their boyfriends, they tend to neglect club activities. It’s not a bad thing, but from our perspective as managers, it’s a bit difficult to deal with, haha."
"Ah, if that’s the reason… I don’t have one. Actually, I’ve never even had a boyfriend…."
My conscience pricked me a little, but it wasn't a lie. A "boyfriend" had never truly existed in my life. And naturally, I didn't plan on having one in the future either.
The interviewers smiled, seemingly satisfied with my answer. However, the blonde tanned girl’s response was a spectacle.
"Boyfriend? Well, I broke up with one a few weeks ago. Do fuck buddies count as boyfriends? Because I have quite a few of those."
"……Ah, fuck buddies?"
The playful senior’s expression crumpled. The change was even more prominent because he had been smiling the whole time.
He then glared at the other two with a look that said, ‘See? Didn't I tell you?’ The serious-looking glasses senior let out a short sigh, while Michael just chuckled.
"Hmm, sex partners? My Konglish is still a bit weak."
"Yeah, exactly. But you don't need to worry. If the guys in this basketball club are better than my current fuck buddies, I’ll dump them all and switch over to you guys immediately."
"Ah, I see… is that so…."
"I mean, we all know why we're here, right? Why bother with this annoying interview? And you, you’ve been getting on my nerves. You keep acting all innocent, but I can see right through you."
I was suddenly singled out despite not saying a word. I was so taken aback that I just blinked my eyes wide.
"Me?"
"Yeah. You didn't come here without hearing the rumors. Unless you're a total airhead like that ponytail bitch, it’s obvious you’re just a massive fox……."
"I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came here because I wanted to learn basketball."
"……You expect us to believe that?"
"It’s true. Unlike the person who just left, I don’t have the greed to play in matches right away. If I have to start by supporting the team members, I’m more than willing to do that. I figured I could learn as I go."
The atmosphere in the interview room shifted instantly. Even though the doors were tightly shut and there was no breeze, it felt as if a favorable wind was blowing toward me. It meant the momentum had completely shifted in my favor.
‘If you’re going to snipe someone, you should prepare thoroughly first.’
To someone like me who had seen all kinds of vicious fandom wars and character assassinations on the Female Hero Gallery, an attack like that was child's play. If anything, the blonde tanned girl’s outburst gave me the perfect opportunity to emphasize my concept.
"Hey, stop. That’s enough. You two didn't come here to fight, right?"
"But I am curious. Since we're on the subject, let me ask. How many people has the tanned lady over there actually slept with? Oh, and don't call this sexual harassment. You were the one who brought up fuck buddies first."
"……Hmph."
I wasn't the only one who could read the room; the interviewers could too. The blonde tanned girl seemed to sense the crisis she was in. Having come here fully expecting to be accepted, she was now worried she might not get to taste the basketball seniors' cocks.
"How many, I wonder. Maybe around fifty?"
"……Are you sure you’ve only been twenty for four months?"
"Well, isn't the America Michael-san comes from even more promiscuous? Is it really that much?"
They didn't give her a direct answer, but I could read their thoughts in their eyes. At the very least, the blonde tanned girl’s chances of being picked were slim to none. I even heard the playful senior whispering to Michael that they should just drop her.
"Mmm."
Then, as the blonde tanned girl finished her answer, the three interviewers' gazes turned toward me simultaneously.
Even though she was the one who brought up fuck buddies and she was the one who should have been answering for her body count, the atmosphere had naturally shifted so that I was expected to answer as well. I paused to think.
‘……How many should I say?’
Since the unit was "people," I should exclude the slimes. Dark Swan only touched me while I was sleeping, so that didn't really count as experience. Technically, that left only the invisible man.
"Uh, I’ve had one……."
"Ah……."
"Shh, so she wasn't a virgin."
"B-but! That was because I was forced into it!"
"Ah, oops, sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn't know there was a situation like that… my mistake, I apologize."
I didn't bother lying about being a virgin because they’d find out the moment they fucked me anyway, but the interviewers' reactions were more blatant than I expected. They didn't even hide their disappointment. However, once I made the excuse about being a victim of a molester, their disappointed faces softened into something more like regretful interest.
Still, this reaction wasn't bad. It was proof that I had successfully played the role of a "corruptible innocent virgin" as planned. At least, that’s how I appeared to them.
After whispering among themselves for a while, the interviewers suddenly fell silent. Michael stepped forward as their representative and spoke to the blonde tanned girl.
"Hmm, the decision is so hard. We need to have a conference time among ourselves. Could you wait outside for a bit? It won't take very long."
The blonde tanned girl and I followed his instructions and stepped outside. The gentle basketball senior who had been guiding the applicants had disappeared somewhere, presumably to comfort the ponytail girl, leaving only me and the blonde tanned girl.
"Hey, you……."
"I’m not really in the mood to talk right now."
She tried to strike up a conversation, likely due to the awkwardness, but I cut her off immediately. I needed to use my superhuman magical girl hearing to listen to the conversation the seniors were having inside the interview room.
"I don't know about you, Michael, but I feel like if I stuck it in her, it’d feel like thrusting into thin air…."
"Is it that bad? Honestly, I was already worried about STDs."
"Compared to her, Do Min-jeong? This girl is quite something. But if she really came here wanting to play basketball, she must be incredibly dense. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"It’s fine, it’s fine! I’m telling you, nothing will happen. I can tell just by looking at her face. Once she starts getting fucked, she’ll be the type to beg for it first."
……How did he know? Is physiognomy actually a real thing? It sounded like the playful senior’s voice, and his accuracy gave me goosebumps.
"So, is Do Min-jeong the one we fix on?"
"Will one be enough?"
"Even if we take both, all the guys are obviously going to line up in front of Do Min-jeong anyway."
"I guess that’s true. Increasing the numbers just makes it more dangerous, so she’s the better choice."
After a few more low-class, vulgar comments about my body, the door to the interview room opened.
"Would you like to come back in? Ah, wait. Min-jeong, could you wait there just a little longer?"
Thinking she was the only one being called back in and that I had failed, the blonde tanned girl walked in with a triumphant stride. However, she emerged from the room just three minutes later with a tearful face.
The face that had been full of the joy of victory was now covered in anger and resentment. She didn't even look my way as she stormed off, huffing with every step. It seemed she had been given her rejection notice the moment she stepped inside. If I had known, I would have eavesdropped on what was said during that part too.
Creak—
"Ah, Min-jeong, you can come in now."
"M-me?"
"Of course. You passed, you know?"
The plan was proceeding smoothly. Dozens of male members in the basketball club, and I was the only female. I had applied as a player, but I could already see a future where I was used as a manager to handle the members' sexual desires, receiving everyone’s semen all by myself. Whether it was the locker room or the court, I would be caught and fucked at any time.
"Really? I passed?"
"Haha, no need to be surprised. You were picked because you have the right qualifications."
"Of course, you won't be able to play as a starter right away. Unless you show your skills in a starter test, you’ll have to be a support member for a while."
"We're in the same club now, so I’ll speak comfortably, okay? We call it a support member for convenience, but just think of it as a manager~ A manager who serves the members, that kind of thing!"
Three men, all taller and bulkier than me, stood surrounding me. A normal girl might have felt like the protagonist of a reverse harem and enjoyed it, but I was getting excited by the feeling of being the heroine of a gangbang story.
"Yes… as a manager, I will serve the members a lot from now on…!"
"Oh, very good. That’s a very nice attitude. I almost want to give you a welcoming kiss."
"Pardon? Mph, mmph?!"
The next move happened in an instant. Something thick and dry pressed against my lips. Before he even finished speaking, Michael had wrapped one arm around my waist and forced a kiss on me.
‘……A kiss?!’
A kiss, this was definitely a kiss. It only took a second to process the situation, but by then, Michael’s thick tongue was already invading my mouth. Taking advantage of my opening, he explored every corner of my mouth with his tongue as if it were nothing.
He licked the roof of my mouth, my clean white teeth, the inside of my cheeks, and boldly intertwined his tongue with mine, injecting his saliva into me. It was my first time having such a deep kiss, and it felt like my head was going to spin.
"Chup, slurp, mmmph…♡"
Had I ever even kissed a man before? Not as far as I could remember. The invisible man had just shoved it in without any kissing. And kissing a slime was impossible to begin with. In other words, my first kiss had been stolen by a Black man named Michael whom I had just met today.
‘This is… dangerous…♡’
A kiss wasn't just the act of pressing lips together. It was so similar to sex in the way it connected a male’s body with mine. Furthermore, we weren't just connected by our lips.
"Hngh……!"
The arm wrapped around my waist gradually slid down. Before I knew it, Michael was kneading my soft buttocks through my sportswear with his large black hand. That wasn't all. Because he was pressing his body so close to mine, my large breasts were being crushed against his muscular chest, and I was enjoying the pleasure that came from that pain.
‘Kissing… I love kissing… It felt this good? I’ve been missing out all this time…!’
And I wasn't the only one enjoying it. Michael was sucking out my saliva while injecting his own. He was enjoying my tits with his chest and my ass with his hand, and his cock was becoming rock hard.
It was only half—no, maybe a quarter—erect, but the Black cock bulging through his clothes was incredible…….
‘If you… if you poke a female with your cock like that…….’
The color of my tracksuit pants will change. The crotch area will turn from light purple to deep purple. I raised my hands and grabbed his elbows as if pleading for him to stop, but he didn't budge.
‘Wait, this is weird… even if this is the strength of my untransformed body, there’s no way a normal person without superpowers could resist my strength…?’
Could this guy be a hidden superpower user… a villain…?
"Hnghhhh—♡"
……Before I could even finish that suspicion, my reason was on the verge of flying away as my butt was squeezed firmly.
"Phew."
"Pu—haaa♡ Cough♡ Gasp, wheeze♡"
Fortunately, Michael pulled his lips away at that moment. Having held my breath during the kiss, I gasped for air the moment I was released from his grip. I even found myself dazed, touching my lips which were smeared with his saliva.
"W-what was that all of a sudden……."
"Oh, sorry. I forgot that Korean Confucian girls might not be used to this culture."
"Ahaha, was it Min-jeong? Please understand. Michael is from abroad, so a kiss is just a natural greeting for him."
Wasn't that a kiss, a French kiss at that, not just a peck? Besides, the cheek-kissing greeting is French culture, and Michael is American…….
‘Whatever♡’
It felt good, so it didn't really matter either way. To think he’d take my first kiss so forcefully and unexpectedly. To be treated like a piece of basketball club equipment the moment I "passed." There’s a limit to how poorly someone should be treated.
"By the way, Min-jeong, you were holding your breath the whole time we were kissing. Wasn't it painful?"
"I… I was worried my breath would be unpleasant if I breathed through my nose……."
"Hahaha! You were forcibly kissed and you’re still thinking about the other person’s feelings? Man, aren't you just a slut born to serve men?! We really picked a good manager!"
"S-slut? What does that mean? My English isn't very good……."
I answered blankly, only to realize that my crotch was soaked with the love juice that had been leaking out. I hurriedly squeezed my legs together in surprise. Seeing my pathetic reaction, the three men looked at each other and cackled, mocking me.
"Oh, do all freshmen these days have weak bladders?"
"N-no! This isn't pee……."
"Come on, if it’s not pee, what is it? Don't tell me it’s that? But there’s no way you’d get this wet just from a welcoming kiss. I’ve seen a lot of girls, and they usually aren't like that."
"There’s no need to hide it since it’s just us. We're like family now that we're in the same club. You just have to raise your hand and ask if you can go to the bathroom whenever you need to."
"That’s right. I’ll let you go if you just say it in a way that’s easy to understand, like, ‘Min-jeong wants to go pee-pee~’."
"Ah, you can say that to Michael, but when you’re asking me, you have to moan and say, ‘Min-jeong is going to leak, mmm-hng♡’. Otherwise, I won't give you permission, okay?"
I felt like my brain was going to burn from the shame and humiliation. I was a respectable human being, and my true identity was a magical girl hero respected by everyone, yet here I was being treated as something less than a toy.
Even though they all knew what I had leaked was love juice, they refused to call it a wet pussy and insisted it was pee. They even demanded that I, a full-grown adult, act like an elementary schooler asking a teacher for permission to go to the bathroom.
However, even as I was being aroused by the males' humiliation, the tiny bit of hero spirit I had left was ringing an alarm bell as I looked at the man named Michael.
‘That man is definitely a superpower user… and probably… a villain…!’
I couldn't immediately tell what his ability was, but I had to catch him somehow. Even though I had temporarily quit being a hero, I could still use the help of other heroes.
‘B-but…….’
On the other hand, I found myself getting excited by the fact that even though my hero activities were suspended, a situation had arisen where I could enjoy defeat play against a villain.
While I was hesitating on what to do, Michael’s large hand patted my butt once more.
"Now, let’s go to the locker room."
"L-locker room……?"
"Of course, we have to take your measurements. You might be a manager, but you’re still officially a player."
"This is a co-ed basketball club, but the majority of the members are male. So there won't be any uniforms that fit a female member’s body. We need to measure your size if we're going to get one custom-made, don't we?"
The locker room.
I couldn't even imagine what would happen if a female like me entered that place alone, a place filled with the smell of male sweat and pheromones. I could only guess that something incredibly lewd would take place.
But the option to refuse wasn't in my head.
Arresting the villain… I guess I’ll have to push that back a little. I should at least figure out his ability first. This is strictly a preliminary investigation. I’ll just happen to do some feel-good things while I’m at it.
"……Let’s go♡"
Before I knew it, I was the one begging the basketball seniors to take me.