Freshmen Heading Off to Have Sex
Every pair of eyes locked onto me the moment I walked in.
There were so many women, and I was the only man among them.
Even the freshmen still in casual clothes flushed the second they saw me.
"Alright, freshmen, come sit over here."
The club president steered us and the rest of the new members toward a big table. It was still empty, but she told us she'd ordered a mountain of delivery food.
I naturally put Chaerin and Subin on either side of me. Chaerin immediately pressed in close like a bodyguard, eyeing every other woman in the room with open suspicion. Subin just watched the two of us and smiled quietly to herself.
"Well then, how about we do introductions before the food gets here?"
At the president's suggestion everyone went around the table clockwise, keeping it short and simple. The first girl to speak was bold enough to list every anime and manga she loved, then even pulled up cosplay photos from a few days ago. That broke the ice completely; after that everyone opened up without any trouble.
Finally it was my turn.
"Hello. I'm Kim Sihyuk, a freshman. A friend who loves anime talked me into joining. I still don't know much, but I'd like to learn a lot from the seniors and my classmates so I can cosplay too. Oh, and… I'm also willing to do the kind of cosplay where you take some clothes off."
My last line set every woman in the living room off. Cheers and applause exploded; delighted shouts rang out from every direction. Their eyes raked over me, several times hotter and wetter than before. Word of my work as an academy practice model had clearly reached even here.
Once introductions were finished the seniors explained club activities—the photo shoot next week, the cosplay festival in the fall, the winter training camp. Everything sounded far more organized and fun than I'd expected. Having never gone to university in my previous life, even ordinary club life like this felt exciting.
As soon as the explanations wrapped up, the delivery arrived right on cue. Pizza, fried chicken, tteokbokki, bossam, and a full jokbal set covered the table in abundance. One of the seniors hauled beer and soju out of the fridge, and the freshman welcome party officially began.
"Here, Sihyuk, take a glass!"
The president handed me a beer, then immediately added, "You don't have to drink if you don't want to. I never force alcohol on anyone!"
It was daytime drinking, but I had no reason to refuse. First time drinking at a university, so I drained the glass in one shot. The other women, as if they'd been waiting for exactly that, started drinking too. You'd think at least one of them would turn it down because of the hour or because she couldn't handle liquor, yet the fact that the only man present was drinking seemed to make them all happy to join in.
At first the wall-to-wall female company made the drinking feel a little awkward. That awkwardness didn't last long. Food and alcohol kept coming, and my mood lifted steadily. Because I wasn't holding back, the women drank just as fast. After a little while everyone was loose and friendly under the alcohol.
An hour in, a few of the tipsier women started talking to me a lot. Normally they held themselves back around men, but liquor peeled that restraint right off and their true colors began to show.
A senior wearing goat horns and a devil cosplay leaned in and asked casually,
"Sihyuk, is the rumor that you do practice modeling true?"
"Yes, it is."
My straightforward answer drew admiring murmurs from everyone. In this world my behavior wasn't seen as that of a man-whore; it was the behavior of a responsible man who sacrificed himself for women, so I saw no need to hide it.
"Wow… that's actually really cool."
"Why can't the guy in our class be like Sihyuk? Ugh…"
"Then could you come for our class's practice too?"
"I think you'd have to ask our homeroom teacher about that."
I tossed the line back like a joke and the women laughed, calling it funny.
As the mood heated up, another senior with a flushed face approached and asked carefully,
"Um… Sihyuk. Then is that other rumor true too?"
"What rumor?"
"Th-that… never mind!"
The moment I asked, the women around her grabbed her and scolded her.
"Unnie, that's sexual harassment!" "How can you even ask something like that here!"
I watched them with a small smile and said,
"I don't know which rumor you mean, but the one about me taking women into the male sexual-processing room every day is true."
That single sentence froze the noisy living room. Every woman stared at me with a mixture of shock and raw excitement. I enjoyed their gazes and drove the final nail in.
"I've even done it with a girl who's good at cosplay. It was great."
The living room erupted again in explosive cheers. Everyone was so worked up that no one even heard the club president's startled cough. The women immediately began advertising their own cosplay skills, shouting for me to look at their costumes next time.
The goat-horn senior, face still red, asked again,
"Sihyuk, honestly—who do you think did the best cosplay among us today?"
The noisy pension quieted a little. Every woman's eyes turned to me. I took a sip while I pretended to think, slowly sweeping my gaze across the living room. Dozens of sparkling eyes full of expectation were fixed only on my lips.
After a moment I pointed at the club president in her leaf bikini.
"The president. She didn't just prepare the outfit—she even tanned her skin a little darker to match the character. That kind of detail is impressive."
Everyone's eyes swung to her. She rounded her eyes in surprise, then looked down at her own body and smiled, pleased.
"And… that senior over there."
My second finger pointed at the senior whose entire body was covered in blue lines, looking as if she were wearing a body suit straight out of a sci-fi movie.
"Using body paint to recreate even the texture of clothing is amazing. You couldn't even attempt a cosplay like that without a good figure, and every single line looks like real fabric."
"Vice-president unnie! Sihyuk noticed!"
Someone called out, and the others nodded in agreement. I had named two people who looked the most skilled, and one was the president while the other was the vice-president. Cosplay ability really did seem to be the most important thing in this club.
Pleased by the praise, the vice-president—cheeks already flushed from alcohol—blushed even harder and stood up. She staggered over to me and pouted,
"I did a good job with the cosplay, right? Praise me more! Heh…"
The women around us swallowed hard at that bold demand. I smirked and rose from my seat. Then, right in front of everyone, I slid an arm around the vice-president's waist and kissed her.
"Mmh…!"
Her body went rigid with surprise and pleasure. I explored her lips gently, mixing our tongues. When the short but intense kiss ended, the vice-president swayed as if her legs had given out.
Silence blanketed the living room. Everyone watched us with a mix of envy and fluster. Ignoring those burning stares, I walked over to the president next. She had already slept with me once before, and her eyes were full of open anticipation as she met me. I cupped her chin and kissed her the same way. If the kiss with the vice-president had been playful, the one with the president was more serious. I licked deep and rich inside her mouth. When it ended she was breathing hard, steadying herself with a hand on my shoulder.
The air inside the pension had heated past the point of no return. Women who looked ready to die of envy, women who hurried to the bathroom with embarrassed faces as if they had already gotten wet, seniors who kept insisting their own cosplay had been good too… Everyone wanted a kiss so badly that I gave a few of the better-looking ones light pecks on the cheek.
Thanks to those kisses they all drank like mad.
In the middle of that chaotic drinking and chatter I noticed Yuna, dressed in mesh, stand up and head for the bathroom. So I casually rose as well, saying I needed the restroom. The women didn't try to stop me after the kisses; they didn't even follow, afraid of annoying me.
I walked slowly on purpose and ran into Yuna in the hallway just as she was coming out of the bathroom.
"Looking for the bathroom? The men's is on the other side."
"Well, I didn't come out because I needed the bathroom."
Yuna had stopped when she saw me; after hearing my answer she smiled suggestively. My gaze drifted naturally to her breasts. The huge pair half-hidden by mesh was more than enough to make my cock angry. Even the black bra matched the mesh perfectly. I fought down the urge to grab them right then and kept talking.
"It's pretty, but what are you cosplaying?"
"This? It's the female lead from that drama that's popular right now. Mesh top, black bra, white jacket—it's famous."
Definitely a fashion that could start a trend. When she saw I genuinely liked the cosplay, Yuna grinned and spun once for me. After I'd looked my fill I sent her a sticky look.
"I'm a little drunk. Is there somewhere the two of us can rest?"
The corner of Yuna's mouth lifted. She looked just as happy at the thought of sex as last time. She poked my chest lightly with a finger and whispered in a coaxing voice,
"There's a room over there big enough for the two of us to lie down. The soundproofing's good, so no one will hear anything."
I nodded at Yuna, who had understood perfectly that I was asking to go have sex. I pulled out my phone and sent Subin and Chaerin a message.
Yuna casually linked her arm through mine and led the way to the room.