The Freshman Retreat Games Begin
It had been about a minute since the guys hoisted the girls onto their backs. Essentially, we were all stuck in push-up position while carrying weights of roughly a hundred and ten pounds each. It seemed manageable enough—no one had dropped out yet. Choi Seungah, who had been watching the spectacle, picked up the microphone.
“Alright, shall we kick off the first round for real? From your current position, please complete five push-ups. How about it? Pretty easy, right?”
The participants’ eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at her. Just the weight on their backs was already killing them, and now she wanted push-ups on top of that. Choi Seungah flashed them a devilish grin.
“Your arms must form a perfect ninety-degree angle to count. We’ll start with team one. One!”
“O-one!”
The guy from team one flinched at her command and bent his arms. He had only done one, yet his arms were already trembling violently.
“Two!”
“T-twooo!”
“If your arms don’t reach a right angle, it doesn’t count. Reset—two!”
“T-twooo—ugh!”
In the end, team one couldn’t hold out past the second rep and collapsed.
“Oh my, what is this? Eliminated after only two push-ups! Let’s give a round of applause to our first losers for their hard work!”
Choi Seungah delivered her mocking consolation as if she were genuinely encouraging them. The other members of team one immediately started booing the fallen guy.
The jeers were mostly laced with resentment from the guys. Since the girl from team one was fairly cute, the men who hadn’t gotten paired with her were especially harsh in their criticism. The cute girl in question looked mortified at being labeled the first dropout; she covered her face and practically fled the stage.
“Okay then, shall we move on to team two? Team two—one!”
“One!”
Having just witnessed the humiliation right beside them, the guy from team two poured every ounce of strength he had into the effort and barely managed to finish five push-ups. His arms were shaking so badly it looked like he might collapse at any second.
When the guys had first climbed onto the stage, they had been grinning ear to ear, expecting some kind of flirty couple game where they’d get to press their bodies together. They clearly hadn’t imagined it would turn out like this. Their cheerful expressions gradually died.
By the time they reached team eight, five teams had already been eliminated. Only three teams remained. Choi Seungah teased them again.
“What? Are five push-ups really that hard? It’s not because the girl on your back is too heavy, is it?”
“N-no way!”
She shoved the microphone toward the guy from team six, who was still hanging on. Afraid that a single wrong answer could get him blacklisted by the girls before university life even began, he shouted his denial with everything he had.
“Next up is our female classmate’s turn. Do you think you can do it?”
“Yes, I’m confident!”
Team nine was an all-female pair. A woman with a short bob that reached her shoulders and a slightly androgynous voice struck her pose and answered boldly.
Not bad at all.
Maybe this year’s freshmen just had exceptionally good looks overall. The girl riding on top was attractive, but the one in push-up position had a unique charm of her own.
“Alright then—one.”
“One!”
Even with another girl on her back, her form was impressively clean. Considering most women struggled with regular push-ups, she clearly had some training under her belt. She handled the first two without issue, but from the third onward her breathing grew labored as fatigue set in. She made it to four. On the final fifth rep, her ragged breaths reached my ears.
“Haa… haa…”
Sweat trickled down the elegant line of her neck, and her quick, shallow pants were audible only to me. Every time she drew in a deep breath, the chest hidden beneath her clothes bounced as if dancing. It felt like I was watching live adult entertainment.
Pervert? Any man who wouldn’t get excited watching that isn’t a real man. Besides, there’s a saying that hard work is beautiful, isn’t there?
I kept up the light banter with Lira while observing the scene beside me. She completed all five reps, but her arms finally gave out and she collapsed. Her chest pressed against the ground, offering yet another delightful view.
“Ah, she succeeded but still gets eliminated! What a shame. Let’s give team nine a big round of applause!”
Despite being eliminated, there were no jeers—only applause and words of encouragement for her effort. She gave a light bow and left the stage. She seemed to have a pretty cool personality.
Lira sighed as she watched me lose my mind over every pair of tits that came into view. It couldn’t be helped. For ten long years as a hero, I had endured the sight of bouncing breasts right in front of me, forcing myself to hold back. Now that the limiters were finally off, it was only natural. I had grown somewhat accustomed to looking at women after seeing so many beauties in the other world, but whenever a woman’s chest or hips swayed, my eyes followed on instinct. I had grown a little after losing my virginity, but my weakness for breasts remained completely unchanged.
I had zero confidence. Zero confidence that I could win against a legion of naked beautiful succubi.
Just kidding.
Unless they were on the level of the Succubus Princesses I had encountered a few times during my hero days, ordinary succubi who were little more than prostitutes wouldn’t be able to break through my mental fortitude.
After team nine stepped down, it was finally our turn. Choi Seungah approached and held out the microphone to me.
“Next up is the perverted team. You’re a senior, so you’re not going to fail where even a girl succeeded, right? The moment you fail, you’ll be utterly humiliated in front of all the freshmen. Are you confident?”
She spoke as if she were teasing me.
“Yes, I’m confident.”
“Excellent. Since you’re a senior, how about we make it ten reps? One!”
“One!”
“Two!”
“Twooo!”
My push-up form was flawless, without a single flaw. Choi Seungah had clearly wanted to see me struggling for the audience’s entertainment, but when I breezed through the first five with ease, she added another penalty.
“Wow, you’re really good at this? In that case!”
She sat on my shoulders like she was riding a piggyback, wedging my head between her thighs. At least she had some conscience—she braced her feet on the ground to reduce the weight as much as possible. Even so, the burden was considerable, so I immediately activated my holy power.
When I continued doing push-ups without showing the slightest sign of strain even with her on top, Choi Seungah changed tactics. She began rubbing her hips from side to side on my shoulders while pressing her soft thighs against my face.
“Come on, senior, you can do it. Hehe.”
This little—
She covered the microphone and whispered so only I could hear. Her firm determination to see me suffer was crystal clear. With her legs clamped tight, I could feel the full texture of her thighs, and her most intimate area brushed teasingly against the back of my neck. A warm heat spread across my throat.
It wasn’t sexual appeal so much as a prank meant to mess with me. Some people might call this a reward, but for me right now, reacting even slightly would brand me a pervert. It was nothing short of torture.
You dare try to mess with your senior? Prepare yourself.
I wanted to tell her to stop, but she wasn’t the type to quit just because I asked. In that case, I needed a different approach.
The best defense is a good offense.
I came up with a way to use my holy power to deliver intense sexual stimulation. It wouldn’t be nearly as efficient as using my hands—maybe one-tenth the effect—but I was in perfect condition. If the efficiency was only one-tenth, I just had to invest ten times, a hundred times more power.
“Alright, here comes the last one. Reeeady!”
Choi Seungah dragged it out lazily, clearly mocking me. I concentrated my holy power to the maximum and bent my arms. The moment I pushed back up, I released the concentrated energy into her while stimulating her most sensitive area with my neck.
“Reeeady!”
“Hngyaang?!”
A small, adorable moan that didn’t suit Choi Seungah at all. Thankfully, my loud voice covered it, so it seemed neither the others nor Yoo Soyeon, who was sitting behind us, had heard.
She whispered quietly to me, clearly upset.
“What did you just do?”
“What do you mean?”
“N-nothing!”
The stimulation from simply rubbing my neck against her shouldn’t have been that strong. But when I played dumb and acted like I had no idea what she was talking about, she couldn’t explain it properly and eventually backed off.
Like I said, the best defense is a good offense.
The moment I succeeded, she practically fled from atop my head. She tried to act composed as she moved on to the next stage.
“Ahem. Team ten succeeds! Shall we move on to round two? In round two, you’ll do push-ups on one leg, and the team that completes the most will be the winner!”
The teams that had survived round one were teams two, six, seven, and ten. Out of ten teams total, only four had made it through. The other three guys besides me were in rough shape. When she announced they had to do it on one leg, everyone looked horrified.
Team two barely managed one shaky rep before collapsing. Team six made it to two. Team seven couldn’t even complete a single one and gave up. The girl riding on team seven’s back immediately started complaining.
“Hey! The senior next to us did ten and still looks fine. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Fuck, if I had Yoo Soyeon on my back I could’ve done ten too.”
“What? You crazy bastard!”
Before he even finished speaking, a vicious smack landed on the male student’s back. Whether they had been close friends before or had just gotten friendly here, the pair bickered and played around energetically.
Finally, it was our turn. The current record was two, so three would guarantee us the win. I lifted one leg and got ready when a charming voice came from behind me.
“Senior, fighting.”
Yoo Soyeon, who barely spoke and rarely showed any expression—almost like an ice sculpture—had cheered me on. I flashed her a reassuring grin that said not to worry, then began the push-ups.
Even with one leg raised, I completed two reps without any sign of strain. Choi Seungah approached again.
“Just one more and you win, but we can’t let a senior steal the victory in front of all the freshmen, can we?”
With that, she climbed onto my back once more.
She still hasn’t learned her lesson?
Of course, she hadn’t climbed on completely unprepared. Determined not to fall for the same trick twice, she stopped wiggling her hips. She clenched her thighs and crotch tightly, reinforcing the guard at the front of her panties. The body heat radiating from her thighs had risen considerably.
“Alright, here’s the final third one!”
When I bent my arms, she tensed and poured strength into her front. But by focusing so hard on guarding her front, the guard at her rear loosened. I raised my holy power to maximum output and released it toward her perineum and buttocks—the erogenous zones just below her most intimate area. As I pushed my bent arms back up, I flexed my upper body muscles to deliver an even stronger stimulus from behind.
“Threeee!”
“Hngiiit!”
She had only been thinking about her front, so the unexpected stimulation caught her completely off guard. She almost screamed but barely managed to swallow the sound with her hand.
How dare a junior try to mess with her senior? Serves you right.
But the stimulation had been too intense. While she could hold back the sound, she failed to hold back everything else. An unexpected situation unfolded.
Fuck. I’m screwed.
The warm, slick love juices that flowed from her trickled down over my head.