The First Day of Reserve Training
“What a load of horse-shit...” I never imagined the barracks would be a single, open-plan hall. The blankets looked like they’d been around for twenty years. The instructor boasted that they washed and dried them every cycle, but I’m pretty sure these blankets were around for the 2002 World Cup. Why on earth did I skip the student reserve training? I could have finished it in eight hours, but instead, I’m stuck here for three days and two nights... On top of that, the late July heat felt like it was out for blood. As I chewed on my regrets, I slogged through political education, guerrilla training, paintball shooting, and building defensive positions.
The only silver lining was that the guys in my squad were actually pretty funny. “Halt! Halt! Who goes there!” “It’s the North Korean army.” “Identity confirmed. Three steps forward.” “Senior! Please use the proper challenge-password procedure!” “Senior! You can’t just drag your rifle around like that!” “Hey, I came here to have fun, not to get trained!” When the squad leader threatened to report us to the training officer if we kept it up, the guys finally stopped messing around, but thanks to them, the time passed surprisingly quickly. After getting somewhat close to my squadmates, I returned to the barracks.
“Attention, attention. This is a broadcast from the administration office. The showers will be available from 17:00 to 19:00.”
It’d be better to wash up and eat, I thought. If I get sweaty, I can just wash again. The other guys seemed to have the same idea, as they started rummaging for their toiletries. The moment I arrived at the shower room and took off my pants, the eyes of every man in the room locked onto my crotch. Even just standing there, it was at the level where you could see an elephant from behind. Oh, crap. I tried to cover the weapon Yerim had crafted for me, but even a folded towel couldn’t hide it. The shower room was eerily quiet while I washed...
After dinner, the guys from the barracks gathered at the PX to buy strawberry Mon-chels and Schnell chicken, sharing stories. College students, high school graduates working at small firms, guys with long hair, beards, tattoos. Where do these people hide when they aren't at reserve training? “So, I confessed to a freshman after I got back to school, and I got rejected. I asked her to pay me back for the VIPS meal I bought her, and she looked at me like I was a bug while handing over the money. You bitch... I loved you...”
“No... I think you were the one acting like an idiot, man.”
“That’s nothing. I got my group chats mixed up and typed ‘Doge-is-a-fucking-bull-run-sex-departure’ into my work chat, and now everyone asks me when I’m leaving every single day. I even bought in at 600 won! Elon Musk, that son of a bitch, should be executed every quarter.”
“To the moon~”
It was entertaining, but seeing people who were basically living, breathing internet message boards gave me a headache. I miss Yerim...
Then, a chubby guy pointed at my neck. “Hey man, what’s up with your neck? Did a mosquito bite you?”
Damn, did the bandage fall off while I was showering? The hickey Yerim had left so intensely was now turning a mix of yellow and purple. “Hey, you don’t know what that is? You’re calling that a mosquito bite?” The guy who asked if it was a bug bite wheezed as he caught his breath. The guy who’d introduced himself as the North Korean army earlier cackled.
“Ah, it’s a ‘piece.’ Hey Piece-man, what year are you? Second year?”
“First year.”
“Then you’re twenty-three? Wow, your girlfriend is hot.”
“Damn, I’m jealous.”
A girlfriend. Just hearing the word makes me smile. Yerim isn’t just a girlfriend; she’s better than that. I didn’t bother denying it and scratched my head, causing the room to erupt in noise. “Do you have a photo?”
Honestly, I wanted to brag. I should’ve taken more photos. I pulled out the picture Yerim had sent me. It was a photo of us kissing on the street after I bought my phone. The eyes of the men who saw the photo grew as wide as saucers. “Whoa, is that really your girlfriend?” “She’s fucking gorgeous? Is she a celebrity?” “Whoa, her chest... the crop top is practically lifting up. How big is she? It’s covered, but still.”
“I think she’s an H-cup,” I said.
The barracks went silent. Envy and jealousy poured toward me. “Hey man, how much did you pay to date her?” “Didn’t you see this guy’s dick earlier? It was the size of a forearm. If you’ve got a monster cock, you get a pretty girlfriend like that. Wow...” “Do you have more photos?”
Photos, huh? Should I ask? I typed out a message: [Yerim, can you send me a photo? I want to show off to the people around me.]
A photo arrived immediately. She was wearing mint-colored lace lingerie she’d bought at Etam, making a V-sign by her eyes and smiling shyly. The reservists who had been peeking over my shoulder had their faces twisted in agony. “This world is... fucking bullshit...” “Is that a chest or a watermelon?” “Hey man, show us a bit more! Can you zoom in?”
“Come on, guys, why are you like this?” I said, closing my phone. The men sighed in disappointment, still glancing at the hickey on my neck. Soak in your defeat, losers.
Then, my KakaoTalk buzzed again. I’ll check this one alone. It was a video. [I’m bored because you’re not here, Oppa.] As she said that, she flicked her bra open. Her breasts bounced and sagged slightly, but they didn’t droop. Her bright pink nipples were visible for a moment before she covered them with her hands. Her plump breasts were cradled in Yerim’s hands, jiggling. [You have to come back soon, okay?] She said, approaching the camera and kissing the front lens. She really knows how to use her phone perfectly. I tucked my phone away, terrified that the other reservists might hear it. I wanted to go home so badly.
I was on the second shift for the night watch... I should have slept until then, but for some reason, I couldn’t. I was used to sleeping while hugging Yerim every night, so her absence felt empty. Plus, after having sex twice a day, suddenly stopping had my crotch screaming in protest. I felt like I needed to get one out before I could sleep. I told them I was going to the bathroom and headed to the last stall. I put in the earphones I’d kept in my pocket and played a video. It wasn’t the breast video she’d sent earlier, but the one I’d recorded when I broke Yerim’s anal virginity. About 15 minutes long.
The part where Yerim says, ‘Please, fuck my ass however you want,’ was incredibly hot. Especially the part where I break her anal cherry and my thick, massive cock slowly slides in—my head was shaking just watching it. The way she begged me to stop for a second was also a turn-on. Thinking, Should I record more often? I quietly jerked off. Doing this, it feels like I’m masturbating to a video of Yerim. Not some ‘Yerim-lookalike’ like Arina Mikami. With the real Yerim...
The urge to ejaculate rose quickly. I came right as Yerim’s ass tightened around me. I almost tore through the tissue. If I hadn’t done this, I would have been up all night. Damn it, I want to go back and torment her anus until Yerim cries. Using plenty of lube, of course.
I returned to my spot and tried to sleep. It’d be time for the night watch soon. I just wanted to get through that...
“Hey, Kim Kang-min, wake up.”
“Private Kim Kang-min.”
I jolted awake at the lantern light shining on my face. Shit, what? But Senior Lee Bong-gon, who heard me mutter, scowled deeply. “Shit? What did you just say?”
I’m screwed. What did I just say? No, more importantly, I set an alarm, so why didn’t it go off? I touched the G-Shock on my wrist, but it was fine. I bowed my head. “No, sir. I will correct it.”
“...Follow me out. Change your clothes first. Since Sergeant Kim is on duty today, you go get the ammo yourself. You crazy bastard. Sleeping and then cursing at your senior? Since you’ve already messed up, why don’t you just skip the shift entirely? Why didn’t you just keep snoring and sleeping? Why did you even wake up? Why didn’t you just sleep like you were in your own bedroom?”
There were still five minutes left until my shift. Lee Bong-gon stood in the hallway and quietly berated me. “What did you say when you woke up?”
“I will correct it.”
“You little shit, is your ear fucked? You woke up and said ‘I will correct it.’ Is that what you said?”
“...I’m sorry.”
“Does saying sorry fix anything? You really were born in a good era, you little shit. Ha. Just go do your shift, and tomorrow morning, call your direct senior and sit him in front of me. Ah, fuck, this is bullshit. I should just finish my service and get out.” Lee Bong-gon spat on the floor. “Wipe this up and go inside.”
I wiped the spit with a tissue from my pocket and muttered. Damn it, I wish this were all a dream. No matter what mistake I made, time moves on and morning comes. I prayed the sun wouldn’t rise, but the sun rose anyway, the morning run was tedious, the breakfast was ‘poop soup,’ and I had to go to the drying yard with my direct senior, who kept sighing deeply.
“Hey, are you not training this guy properly?” He stood me to the side and kicked my direct senior in the chest. You son of a bitch. If you’re going to hit someone, hit me instead. My direct senior stood back up desperately despite being kicked in the chest. He was about to kick him again when someone suddenly walked in.
“Excuse me, Corporal Lee Bong-gon!”
“Ah, what!”
“Kang-min has a visitation leave today. He needs to get ready and leave now.”
Visitation leave? Who on earth would come to visit me?
“What? Ugh, fuck. Seriously, one thing after another... Hey, I’ll get him ready and send him out. Get lost.”
“...Yes, sir.”
“Hey, you’ve got it good, don’t you? Some people don’t even get a letter in months, and you get a visitation leave.”
And Lee Bong-gon really stuck to my side. I felt as anxious as if I were sitting on a bed of nails. I wanted to say I wouldn’t go on the visitation leave. He stood right next to me while I changed, constantly cursing. You son of a bitch, you look so happy. I’m in a shitty mood because I got cursed at by my junior. Since I’ve been telling you you’re doing a good job lately, you think you can just eat your senior alive? I seriously considered hitting him once as I headed to the visitation area. But the atmosphere was strange. The military police officer who was supposed to guide me was peeking into the visitation area. Lee Bong-gon muttered, “What the fuck,” as he walked in, but then someone suddenly popped out from inside.
“Kang-min Oppa, oh my god, why are you so tanned!”
It was an outfit that seemed designed to let everyone know she was wearing a black bra and that her chest was an H-cup. A white T-shirt as thin as rice paper, with a black bra visible underneath. Tight jeans that clung to the curves of her pelvis and the line of her hips. Even Lee Bong-gon, who had been spewing curses just a moment ago, stopped dead in his tracks. That’s right, Yerim was coming to visit.