Going to the Pool for Sex
Ayeong's voice drifted through the dark room. Just as I'd expected, it was cold and curt, almost completely stripped of emotion.
"I confess."
Then something I never saw coming slipped from her lips.
"I… hate men."
I swallowed hard.
Of everything I'd heard since waking up in this body, that was the most alien statement of all. Even in this insane world that worshipped and exalted men, there existed a woman who despised them.
I found myself wondering what expression Ayeong wore on the other side of the partition. Was she saying something this huge with that same blank face?
"Hmm. All right. What's the reason? What made you that way?"
I kept the surprise out of my voice as I asked.
Ayeong fell silent for a moment. That brief stillness made the air in the room even heavier. Before I realized it, I had straightened my back and was focusing completely on the confession.
At last she spoke again, as if prying free something she had kept buried for a long time.
"I had a father. That man drank every day, and when he was drunk he beat my mother. He had nine wives, but he only hit mine."
It was the kind of story that made me wonder whether I should even be hearing it.
"The sound of things breaking, Mother's screams, Father's curses, and the other mothers' snide remarks. That was my entire childhood."
She didn't elaborate further, yet the scene painted itself vividly in my mind. I stayed quiet and waited for her next words.
"In the end Father divorced my mother, and the two of us were dumped alone into the world. After that I stopped trusting men. No—I came to loathe them."
So that was why she had looked so unenthusiastic while practicing with my cock. There was a reason.
"But when I look around, all anyone ever talks about is men. How to look good to them, how to get chosen… It was so disgusting."
Cool contempt colored Ayeong's voice. To her, every other woman must have looked like a fool who had lost her mind over men.
"Mother wants high grades, so I study hard, but I have no intention of marrying a man. That's why I joined the student council. There I found real women who didn't chase after men—women who stood at the top on their own ability. They were all cool, confident, and beautiful."
Her voice trembled ever so slightly. That tremor was a burning emotion close to worship. Love, maybe?
"…And among them, the president especially caught my attention. President Choi Seoa."
At last the name came out. Student Council President Choi Seoa—the same woman who had shown me open disgust on entrance day and again not long ago.
"The president is perfect. Stronger, more beautiful, and more charismatic than anyone. I came to admire her. But at some point I started feeling something more than admiration. Am I feeling something I shouldn't…?"
Lesbian. From what I knew, it wasn't rare in this world. With men so scarce, women dating each other or forming families was fairly common. The low number of men naturally left women turning to each other for sexual release or simply to ease loneliness. The country even encouraged births through sperm banks, so lesbian couples weren't heavily discriminated against—though society still frowned on being too open about it.
I fell silent for a moment, thinking. Come to think of it, Student Council President Choi Seoa had also hated me with unusual intensity. Could it be for the same reason?
It made sense on the surface, yet somehow I felt it wasn't that. Choi Seoa seemed to have a different story of her own.
"Loving another woman isn't a sin."
I felt Ayeong flinch on the other side of the partition.
"But if those feelings are tormenting you, then that's a problem. Do you think about President Choi Seoa so often that it interferes with daily life?"
"I masturbated this morning too."
"…What?"
I had only asked how often she thought about her, and suddenly we were talking about masturbation?
That single sentence instantly set my mind—which had been so serious until a second ago—on fire. My cock swelled heavily between my legs.
"Ahem. Ahem. So… how do you masturbate?"
The question slipped out before I could stop it!
Honestly, once a girl brings up masturbation first, it's hard to change the subject.
"I put a big pillow between my legs… and rub my pussy against it while hugging it tight."
Ayeong's explanation was calm, but inside my head a full-blown porn scene was playing out: cold, haughty beauty Ayeong on her own bed, thinking of another woman while grinding her pussy on a pillow. Just that image was enough to make my cock feel ready to explode.
"I see."
I barely managed to squeeze the words out. If we kept talking dirty any longer, my cock was going to tear through my pants.
"I imagine I'm scissoring with President Seoa while I rub. I'm sure the president would be gentle even in bed, so I act spoiled and cling to her."
She was going into that much detail?!
Damn it. I was starting to desperately want to watch Ayeong masturbate, and that was a problem.
"Usually I keep my panties on while I rub, but this morning I was short on time so I did it naked…"
"Wait! I heard you. Time's flown by. Let's stop here for today. You can go."
In the end I couldn't take any more and decided to send Ayeong out.
She said goodbye and quietly left the room. Alone in the confessional room, I looked down at the tent pitched in my pants and let out a dry laugh.
My cock was rock-hard.
After finishing with Ayeong, the last one, I waited until it calmed down. When I finally stepped out of the confessional, it wasn't Chaerin or Subin waiting for me—it was Yeji.
A lively ponytail, healthy bronze skin, a beauty waiting for me… I felt a little flutter of excitement.
"Shall we go?"
"Yeah! The pool's this way."
After confession today I had arranged to learn swimming from Yeji. Just the two of us.
Yeji led the way. With every energetic step her hips swayed left and right in a way that felt far too good to watch.
Looking at that made the cock I had just barely calmed down start to stiffen again.
I silently praised my past self for arranging swimming lessons with Yeji. It was Saturday, I was already at the academy, and it had been a while since I'd had sex with her, so I set up the meeting—but the view was turning out even better than expected.
We headed for one of the four pools on campus.
An indoor pool under a glass-dome ceiling, blue water lapping gently.
When we opened the door, humidity and a faint whiff of chlorine washed over us.
Inside the empty pool, only the lazy sound of small waves breaking against the walls echoed.
"Whoa… First time seeing the academy pool. It's pretty big."
"Right? Since you're a guy and came with me, we get the whole place to ourselves today."
Yeji said it with a proud little shrug. Our voices echoed across the wide pool.
I went into the men's locker room; she went into the women's.
Alone, I stripped and pulled on just my swim trunks.
The body in the mirror still felt strange yet satisfying. The muscular frame and broad shoulders the original owner had worked hard for made me nod in approval.
It was because of a body like this that I could endure such absurd lust. An ordinary body could never survive a sex routine of cumming more than six times a day.
What kind of swimsuit is Yeji going to come out in?
Just that thought made anticipation spike and my cock twitch.
Lately it seemed to get excited way too easily. I wasn't even thinking anything dirty and it would react first. Weird.
Since Yeji hadn't come out yet, getting hard felt awkward, so I did some light stretches to loosen up.
Not long after leaving the locker room, I heard the women's door open.
I turned my head toward the women's side and involuntarily held my breath.
What Yeji had put on was a pitch-black swimsuit. Well, a swimsuit, but not one made for swimming—a bikini designed purely to show off every curve of her body.
The black bikini looked stunning against her healthy bronze skin and instantly stole my eyes.
The top barely contained a volume that looked ready to spill out at any second.
The bottoms clung precariously along the line of her hips, boldly exposing the outline of her pubic mound and the soft inner flesh of her thighs.
I swallowed dryly without meaning to.
My eyes raked over her body on their own. A body honed by constant training, without a single ounce of excess fat—pure art.
From her slender waist the hips flared out richly, flowing smoothly down into those thighs.
Yeji was just as stunned as I was. Both of us were clearly more than a little turned on looking at each other.
She recovered first. Catching my blatant stare, Yeji grinned and walked over.
"Oh, you work out regularly, huh? You've got a lot of muscle."
"You're no joke yourself."
"Well, I'm on the track team."
I managed a normal reply. Every word I spoke felt like lust was about to drip from my mouth.
With every step Yeji took closer, her breasts bounced and short-circuited my reason.
"You said you've never swam before, right?"
It took me a few seconds to realize she had asked me a question.
"Yeah. Never even once."
"Then want to get in the water first? It's a little cold, so take it slow."
Yeji approached the water first. I couldn't tear my eyes off her back.
From behind, the bikini bottoms looked even more precarious.
They left more than half her ass completely bare, and the thin strip of fabric diving between her cheeks perfectly emphasized the deep cleft of her ass.
Yeji stood at the edge of the pool and tested the temperature with her toes. Then she sank her body into the water.
The lapping blue water climbed her ankles, her calves, and finally her thighs. Her wet skin glittered under the lights.
"Oh right, I forgot to grab the kickboard."
Yeji climbed back out. Water streamed down the curves of that lewd body.
"This is a kickboard—it floats. We're going to practice holding onto this today."
I nodded and entered the water. I put on a swim cap and goggles as well.
The cool touch of the water cooled my heated body, but the moment I looked at Yeji in front of me it started burning again.
She was submerged up to her chest, beckoning me over.
"Come here, Class President. I'll teach you the basics step by step."