Drip, Drip! The Day We Go to Saeteo

Drip. Drip!

Choi Seungah's sexual fluids fell to the floor one drop at a time. It was the sight of her unable to endure the sexual stimulation I'd given her and lightly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠orgasming on the spot. In short, she had accidentally put on a public squirting orgasm show in front of countless students. It wasn't enough liquid to truly call it a fountain, but there was more than enough to soak through her pants and visibly darken the fabric. If she stayed like this, she was one step away from becoming the perverted vice president who got off all by herself on stage.

Sensing that she was truly fucked, she froze, completely at a loss. While I was still trying to figure out what to do, Seria shouted urgently.

"Jin-nim, Clean! Clean!"

Oh, right! Clean!

I activated the skill immediately. The dripping fluids vanished without a trace. The wet pants returned to their original color as every drop of moisture evaporated. Perfect evidence destruction.

"Hey, hey! Choi Seungah! What are you doing? Snap out of it!"

I called out to Choi Seungah, who was still completely spaced out. When I tapped her leg a couple of times, her hazy eyes finally refocused. Then she looked down. The evidence had already disappeared as if it had never been there. Her face showed pure confusion, like she couldn't tell whether what had just happened was a dream or reality.

"Huh? Uh, uh?"

But she must have decided this wasn't the time to dwell on it, because she climbed down from my shoulders. Acting like nothing had happened, she picked up the microphone and resumed running the event.

Yoo Soyeon and I stood up and walked to the center of the stage. Applause rose from below, congratulating our team on the victory. Choi Seungah handed me the prize bottle of liquor along with the hundred points for winning, then pinched my thigh hard and whispered in my ear.

"I don't know what the hell you just did, but we'll talk about this later."

* * *

"Let's raise a glass to team ten for taking first place on the very first day!"

"Cheers!"

When I shouted the toast, the freshmen followed awkwardly, lifting their beer glasses and echoing me. All the official activities for day one had wrapped up, and the real start of the retreat—the team drinking party—had begun. I'd worried the atmosphere might stay stiff and we'd end up in last place, but snagging first on the opening day had created a surprisingly warm and friendly vibe.

The guys and girls were still a bit awkward with each other, but conversations were slowly starting to flow. In one corner of the room sat boxes of alcohol and drinks. Beverages and snacks were unlimited, while any additional side dishes you wanted could be exchanged for points. Thanks to our first-place finish, we'd earned quite a few decent snacks. Sausages and fish cake soup that only needed a quick spin in the microwave, dried squid, and other treats were spread across the floor. It was practically a feast compared to the other teams.

And in the middle of our circle sat the real prize: the bottle of 17-year-old Ballantine's whiskey, glowing with its distinctive green label.

"Alright, everyone worked hard today. Let's have a drink."

"Yes, sunbae-nim."

"You worked the hardest, sunbae."

I downed the beer in my paper cup in one go. The freshmen followed suit.

"Ugh, it's bitter!"

"This tastes awful!"

Most of them were clearly drinking for the first time. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠After one sip they scrunched up their faces, immediately reaching for water or snacks. I looked at the freshmen and said,

"I'm not going to force anyone to drink, so relax. If you can't handle it, just drink cola or cider instead."

Despite my words, their curiosity about alcohol kept anyone from switching to soda. Only Yoo Soyeon filled her cup with cider instead of beer, since she couldn't drink. When my cup ran dry, Lee Yujin poured me more. I poured some into hers as well. As we passed drinks back and forth, she asked,

"After it ended earlier, Seungah sunbae dragged you away. Did something happen?"

"Nothing much. We just talked briefly about what happened on stage."

As soon as the event ended, Choi Seungah had grabbed me. It was impossible by normal standards. With a face like she'd seen a ghost, she demanded to know how I'd done it, grilling me relentlessly. When I kept playing dumb, she had no choice but to back off because of her busy schedule. She didn't forget to leave me with the words, 'Just wait, you pervert!'

"She didn't say anything else?"

"Why? Is there something important?"

"No. It's nothing."

She looked like she wanted to say more but ultimately stayed quiet, taking small sips of her beer. As I drank from my own cup, I felt someone's gaze on me. Yoo Soyeon was staring with an unreadable expression. I wondered if she'd noticed what happened earlier, but her face gave nothing away. I was about to say something when Park Naeun, sitting beside her, spoke first.

"Oppa, aren't you going to drink that?"

What she pointed at was the 17-year-old Ballantine's. Its fancy appearance alone looked far more appealing than beer, so her curiosity was understandable. She probably thought it would taste much better and be easier to drink.

"Anyone who wants some can have it. But it's about ten times stronger than the beer you're drinking now, so be prepared if you try it."

"Ten times?"

"Yeah. It's around forty percent alcohol. If you really want to try it, mix it with water."

"Umm... I'll just stick with beer."

At the mention of forty percent, the others who had been eyeing it didn't dare step forward. Park Naeun grimaced as she drank her beer, clearly not enjoying the bitterness.

"Ugh, it's gross. Why do adults say this tastes good?"

"Want me to show you a magic trick that makes it taste good?"

"There's a magic trick like that? Show me!"

I took the paper cup from Park Naeun and poured half beer, half cider. Then I infused it with a spoonful of Sex Power and gave it a light stir with a chopstick. The result was a beautiful golden drink, milder than beer but with an elegant hue.

"Come on, that's not magic. You just mixed them together."

"Well, just try it."

Park Naeun drank from the cup with clear skepticism, watching me with distrustful eyes right up until the liquid touched her tongue. But the moment the smooth drink slid down her throat, her eyes flew wide open and she drained the entire cup in one go.

"Wow, this is incredibly delicious!"

The Sex Power had enhanced the refreshing fizz and sweet flavor of the cider. It tasted more like a premium sweet beverage than alcohol, but it was perfectly suited to the little chick's palate.

"You really like that?"

"Yeah, yeah! It's so good. Oppa, make me another one please."

"Um, could I try one too?"

Everyone grew curious after seeing Park Naeun's reaction and swarmed me. Making them one by one sounded tedious, so I poured beer into the large cider bottle that was still one-quarter full and infused it with Sex Power. I spun the bottle in my hands to mix it thoroughly. A golden vortex swirled inside the transparent plastic.

"Whoa, it's so pretty."

Several of the girls let out admiring gasps. I poured the finished drink into paper cups and handed them out. Even the hesitant girls took one sip and immediately showed the same reaction as Park Naeun.

"It doesn't taste like alcohol at all!"

"This is seriously amazing."

The bottle emptied quickly. Park Naeun urged me on.

"Make some more!"

"Drink in moderation. It tastes good, but if you keep chugging it you'll get hit all at once."

"Tsk, you're so stingy."

The carbonation actually helped the alcohol absorb faster. If you drank it thinking the alcohol percentage was low, you'd get drunk without realizing it. I'd said it for Park Naeun's sake since it was her first time drinking, but she seemed to think I was just too lazy to make more and started mixing her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠own. After one taste, however, she immediately frowned.

"Ugh, it's awful!"

It was easier to drink than straight beer, but it couldn't compare to what she'd had earlier.

"I told you. It's a magic trick that makes it taste good. I'll make more for you later, so eat some snacks for now."

"Ugh, then show me another magic trick."

"Magic, huh..."

I picked up a metal spoon that was lying nearby. When I gently pressed the head with my thumb, the spoon slowly bent as if bowing its head.

"The spoon-bending magic trick."

"That's lame!"

Voices filled with disappointment came from all around. They'd clearly been expecting something more impressive.

"I saw that on YouTube. Doesn't it just bend if you press the right spot?"

A sharp-looking girl spoke up. She seemed to think all magic tricks were nothing but tricks or scams.

"Then how about this?"

I activated my Sex Power and twisted the spoon's handle into a perfect ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠knot. Steel was like clay in front of Sex Power. A mere spoon was no different from putty. When the spoon bent like taffy, the girl's sharp eyes widened in shock.

"L-let me see that."

She took the spoon and examined it carefully. She'd thought it was some kind of magic prop, but no matter how much she touched it, it was clearly an ordinary spoon. She tried to straighten it with all her strength, but it wouldn't budge. She passed it to the guy next to her, but he had the same result. I took it back and restored it to its original shape. She stared at me again with an expression of utter disbelief.

Her name was Chae Minju, right? She had a straightforward personality and didn't believe in parlor tricks, so her reactions were particularly satisfying. She was fun to tease.

"Show us another one! The next trick!"

The other freshmen looked equally fascinated, their eyes sparkling with anticipation for the next performance.

What should I tease them with next? A wound-healing trick? A flying smartphone trick? A trick that makes girls cum just by touching them? Any of them would cause an uproar. Especially the last one—that was a trick practically guaranteed to get me labeled a pervert if I showed it here.

While I was pondering what prank to pull next, a familiar voice came from outside the door, followed by a knock.

Knock, knock.

"Student council coming in~!"

Vice President Choi Seungah, the rest of the student council members, and a professor who appeared to be in his mid-to-late forties entered the room.