I Wondered What a Track Team Coed's Pussy Would Feel Like
My body felt refreshed after the shower, and my head was clear.
The more sex I had, the calmer my mind became. Just thinking about burying my cock in a pussy made all the useless worries and anxieties slowly fade away. I'd seen a news report in my past life claiming sex had positive effects on stress relief, and it seemed to be true. Walking around the academy grounds fretting about possession and all the rest of it felt downright foolish now.
If this was possession, fine. If not, that was fine too.
Lost in those thoughts of sex, I soon found myself looking out over the academy's wide athletic field. Warm sunlight shimmered in heat haze above the asphalt track, and countless coeds were sweating in their own ways. The whole scene thrummed with vitality in more ways than one—partly from the girls pouring their energy into exercise, and just as much from the outrageously skimpy outfits they wore.
What snagged my gaze hardest of all was a single figure racing along the running track.
Seo Yeji?
She was the lively track-and-field club member I'd been watching with growing interest lately. Without thinking, I stopped walking and leaned into the shade near the track to watch her. Even to someone who knew nothing about track, Yeji's form looked textbook-perfect as she ran. Her silver-white hair, glittering like metal in the sun, was tied up tight; every bit of her focus was locked on charging straight ahead. Healthy bronze skin gleamed with sliding beads of sweat. One droplet traced the slender line of her neck, pooled in her collarbone, then vanished into the valley of her heaving breasts, and I couldn't look away.
It wasn't only her beautiful face that held me—her outfit was pure eye candy too. Whether it was meant to cut air resistance or simply the instinct to look good for a man, the track sports bikini was cut to extreme exposure. The top was a tank that barely contained what had to be F-cups or bigger, cinching that massive chest together. Every time she swung her arms, those violent volumes of breast bounced up and down as if they might tear free of the fabric at any second. The bottoms were black bloomers stretched tight over the curves of her ass. When she drove hard off the ground, the power flexing through her firm thighs and plump glutes was on full, shameless display.
Those thighs are seriously hot. Sliding my cock between them and thrusting would feel incredible.
And since she's an athlete, her stamina for sex has got to be crazy too, right?
Lewd imaginings chained one after another. I swallowed without meaning to.
After running at that blistering pace for a long stretch, Yeji finally stopped on the track to catch her breath. She planted both hands on her knees, bent at the waist, and dragged in ragged lungfuls of air.
"Haa… huu… haa…"
Her harsh breathing seemed to reach all the way to me. With her sweat-soaked upper body folded forward, the cleft of her cleavage deepened and the sweat pooled there sparkled in the sunlight. I couldn't hold back any longer and walked over to her.
Up close, the sight of her drenched in sweat was even filthier. The unique heat of a body right after hard exercise radiated off her. A salty-sweet scent of a woman's sweat, nothing like artificial perfume, teased my nose.
"Oh, Class Prez?"
Yeji's eyes went round with surprise when she spotted me. Then she broke into a bright, open smile and waved.
"What are you doing here? Checking out my body?"
An unexpectedly teasing joke. She had no idea that was exactly what I'd been doing.
Unlike other girls, Yeji showed zero shyness or awkwardness around me just because I was a guy. So I gave a short laugh and answered honestly.
"You looked too sexy running. Sorry for interrupting."
"What? You should've told me earlier! I would've shaken my ass even sexier while I ran!"
Yeji tossed the joke out and burst into a carefree laugh. I kept my eyes on her and pointed at the knee she'd injured last time.
"Is the place you hurt last time okay?"
For a second a mix of surprise and touched emotion crossed her face, as if she couldn't believe I remembered.
"Huh? Oh, yeah! It's fine. What, you actually remembered that? Didn't think you would. Thanks."
Without a word I crouched in front of her and checked the bandage still stuck to her knee. Sweat had left the edges ragged and peeling.
"This is almost falling off. You'll make it worse if you're not careful."
My fingertips brushed the bandage and grazed her bare skin. Hot, smooth. I didn't get to touch longer than that. In that instant I felt Yeji's body flinch. All the boldness from moments earlier vanished; she looked thoroughly flustered by the unexpected contact.
"Ah—no! It's really fine…!"
Her face colored lightly. I enjoyed the reaction and stood up as if nothing had happened.
"You should at least stop by the infirmary."
That short exchange ended, and Yeji rejoined the other athletes at the starting line. I sat on the bench beside the track and watched her run.
Bang!
At the starter's signal Yeji's body exploded forward at insane speed. This time, though, it was different from the earlier run. Mid-stride she kept glancing my way, clearly aware of me. Whenever she confirmed I was watching, she exaggerated the sway of her hips as if to say, Look harder. Whether it was a joke or serious, I couldn't tell. A laugh burst out of me.
I shouted encouragement toward the cute display she was putting on.
"Seo Yeji, fighting!"
Every nearby gaze snapped toward us at once. In a world where men were rare, a guy cheering specifically for one girl was something to envy by itself. Countless women stared at Yeji with eyes full of envy and jealousy. Hearing my cheer, Yeji looked startled for a beat, then poured on even more explosive speed. She left the other runners in the dust and crossed the finish line alone.
Then she ignored everyone else and walked straight toward me.
"Haa, haa… Did you see? I took first!"
She stopped in front of me, breathing hard, smiling as brightly as a kid drunk on victory. That smile was dazzling.
"It's thanks to your cheering. Thank you."
Outwardly I praised her—told her she'd run brilliantly and that it was all her own skill. Inside, I was thinking something completely different.
Tomorrow I'm going to have sex with Yeji.
When afternoon classes ended, everyone returned to the classroom. Big sister Lee Seol stood at the podium and announced tomorrow's schedule.
"Tomorrow after theory class, instead of major classes after lunch, we'll have club activities. You'll each choose one club you want at the club building next door. You must pick at least one."
Clubs, huh. I wondered what kind of vulgar, filthy clubs there might be. Sex Club, Sexual Processing Club—something like that came to mind. I really hoped they existed.
She continued.
"And starting next Saturday, the Confession of Desire will begin. As you all know, the Confession of Desire is a 'Sexual Desire Self-Acceptance and Purification Program.'"
"It's a ritual where a woman reveals her sexual desires and traumas in front of a man, receives forgiveness, and thereby accepts those things as devotion toward him."
A long explanation followed, but put simply it meant I would have to listen to the same-class coeds' desires and traumas through an opaque window. And I would have to hear every single story and then forget them. That was common sense in this world.
I was looking forward to both the confession and the clubs.
The next day at lunch, I finished eating quickly and headed into the Sex Treatment Room. I hadn't waited long when someone knocked on the door.
Knock-knock.
"Come in."
The door opened and Yeji stepped inside. She was wearing the same sports bikini as yesterday, though today she had thrown a thin cardigan over it. Her face was faintly flushed, as if she already guessed what was about to happen, but her easy attitude remained the same.
"Did you call me because you need sexual processing?"
"Half right, half wrong."
I used the same line I'd given Nari. I fully intended to give her plenty of kissing and a thorough pounding of that pussy.
Yeji thought for a moment, then asked a question completely different from Nari's reaction.
"Is it… that you're going to kiss me too?"
She looked somehow expectant.
"Kiss? What kiss?"
I asked back, deliberately puzzled by the sudden word. Yeji fidgeted with the tip of her hair for no reason and stared at the floor, wiggling her toes. The uncharacteristic behavior only made me more curious. After a long pause she finally spoke in a mosquito-thin voice.
"Well… I accidentally saw it last time."
"Saw what?"
"You and the health teacher… together."
Her voice grew smaller and smaller. I had a pretty good idea what she meant, but I played dumb and pressed.
"Me and the health teacher what? What did I do?"
"Just… you two looked really close…"
She kept her eyes glued to the floor and started rambling. It was so cute I couldn't help laughing.
"Pfft. So what are you trying to say?"
"I mean…! I saw you two kissing really intensely…! It was awkward to say anything so I just hid, but maybe I could also…"
In the end she couldn't hold it in and practically shouted the words. Realizing what she'd just said, her face turned red enough to explode.
She was asking me to kiss her the same way.
"Ugh…"
Yeji covered her face with both hands as if she might sink to the floor. Even the girl who had seemed not to care much about men was, in the end, just another female—and a pure, innocent one at that.
I grinned, stood up, and walked over to her. Gently I took the hands covering her face and pulled them down. Her moist eyes were trembling with embarrassment and shyness.
"So what's your wish, then? You want that same kiss too?"
At the direct question Yeji still couldn't lift her head, but she gave a tiny nod. That single small movement told me everything about her true feelings.
I softly cupped her chin and drew her closer.
Smooch.