Pure Facade, Filthy Celebration
The TV blared an interview from Secret TV Deep in the Mountains. "Athlete Yoon Jin-ah, you've just broken the Korean record today—care to share your thoughts?"
"I'm just so thrilled. I felt like I was in good form today, but I never imagined the record would fall. There were plenty of tough moments with those early morning practices every day, but I'm glad I never gave up. It's all thanks to my coach and teammates. Thank you so much."
The host smiled and took back the mic. "Speaking of which, Yoon Jin-ah has fans everywhere cheering her on like she's an idol. Got a word for them?"
Jin-ah bowed slightly toward the camera. Her neatly tied ponytail cascaded over her shoulder. "At first, it was embarrassing having track athletes like me cheered on like idols, but now that support gives me strength every time. I'll keep training hard."
Her face filled the screen—sweat-matted bangs clinging to her forehead, a bright, innocent smile spreading across her flushed cheeks. To anyone watching, she was the picture of a pure, elegant athlete. The community comment sections were no doubt flooding with fans' congratulations in real time.
But right beside the TV's sound, something entirely different echoed through the room.
Squelching wetness. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
"Ah... aaahhh... haaah... a bit... more... ah... aaang..."
"Look at this slut pretending to be all pure, fuck... I... hngh... every time you pull that shit..."
"Haaah... wh-what... then? Haaang..."
"It makes me wanna fucking pound you so bad... haa... shit, I oughta fuck you raw right in front of your fans... heh... give it to you good..."
"Aang... ugh... bea... haaang... in front of... the fans... haaaaang... fuck... me..."
"Goddamn crazy bitch... ugh... ah... gonna cum..."
"Inside... aaahhh... haaang... inside... inside..."
"Was gonna... anyway... inside... ughhh... fuck...!"
Yoon Jin-ah collapsed forward onto her stomach. Her cheek hit the damp, soaked sheets. The mingled stench of sweat and other fluids assaulted her nose. Panting raggedly, she turned her head to scan the room.
It was a dorm room. The Men's Dorm.
Under the harsh fluorescent lights, discarded clothes littered the floor. The TV still played her interview on loop.
She'd come back from today's meet, and this guy had been waiting. But he wasn't the only one.
"Ah... fuck, I told you not to cum inside... think about the next guy?"
"Didn't you hear? This crazy slut begged for it inside..."
"Ahfu... reeks like hell..."
"Figure it out yourselves... hey... slut... suck this clean..."
Jin-ah took the cock thrust toward her face into her mouth. It had just been buried in her pussy moments ago. She sucked it eagerly, savoring it.
Slurp... schluuup... slurp... slurp...
"Ah... aheung!"
"Slut's pussy grips like a pro, huh."
Another man's cock plunged into Jin-ah's pussy. Semen already leaked from her, but he shoved in without hesitation.
"Haaaaang... aaang... ah... aang..."
Jin-ah let the cock slip from her mouth, moaning as saliva and cum strung between her lips and the shaft.
"Keep sucking. You dirtied it up."
She obeyed, taking it back in. "Mmph... hng... mmph..."
But every deep thrust from behind made stifled moans escape her.
Thwack... thwack... thwack... thwack... Flesh slapped against flesh, filling the dorm room.
Her poised voice from the TV mingled bizarrely with the room's lewd cries.
"Hurry it up... don't you see guys waiting behind?"
"Ngh... I'm trying to bust quick... ugh... haa... so fucking good..."
Jin-ah glanced at the men surrounding her while licking the swelling cock in her mouth. Five in total. They'd gathered to "celebrate" her breaking the Korean 400m record.
Each one half-hard already, waiting their turn.
"Hngp... hmph... ugh... mm..."
Her moans echoed through the room without cease as the night deepened. The Yoon Jin-ah on TV beamed innocently, but the one here wore an utterly different expression.
Halfway up a remote mountain in Gangwon Province stood buildings that clashed with the rugged surroundings. Crude in design, yet massive and sprawling enough to feel grandiose. Asphalt roads snaked through dense trees, linking the structures, with students in workout gear occasionally traversing them.
Donghae Comprehensive Sports University. Known as Korea's top sports college, Donghae Sports U was the dream destination for high school athletes. Everyone wanted in.
Backed by Hansung Group—third in market cap—scholarships were available to all. Top-tier facilities. Countless national team alumni. World-class athletes mostly hailed from here.
Those who clawed their way in through relentless effort faced grueling training to grow stronger, as befitted the prestige.
Cha Eun-ho had entered with stars in his eyes just over a year ago. And with girlfriend Ha Ye-rin by his side, he'd felt like he owned the world.
He and Ye-rin were still going strong. But each harbored secrets they couldn't share with the other.
Eun-ho from judo, Ye-rin from swimming—they were childhood friends. Dating since second year high school, they were the school's famous handsome-beautiful couple. Everyone said they matched perfectly. They believed it too. At least on the surface.
Today, Eun-ho and Ye-rin sat in the campus cafe with Eun-ho's best friend Lee Woo-hyun and Woo-hyun's girlfriend Baek Seo-yeon.
Donghae Sports U had everything on-site: convenience stores, bars, cafes, laundry rooms. Buses to the outside world ran just twice a day, and evening ones were off-limits without special permission due to the dorms' 10 p.m. curfew. Hence, self-sufficiency was key.
"Tough break this time. Running into Jae-hoon sunbae in the finals..." Eun-ho said to Woo-hyun, sipping his Americano. Afternoon sun streamed through the cafe window; outside, a few students stretched.
"Yeah, anyone but Jae-hoon sunbae and I'd have had it."
Woo-hyun griped about his runner-up finish at the National Spring Tennis Tournament, smacking his lips in regret.
"Still, making finals is huge."
Eun-ho clapped Woo-hyun's shoulder. "Good work anyway... honey."
Seo-yeon wrapped her arms around Woo-hyun's, cooing sweetly. She was the picture of demure devotion—accepting Woo-hyun's every whim with a smile. The perfect girlfriend. At least in his eyes.
Eun-ho watched her cling to Woo-hyun's arm and took another sip, face impassive.
"Your tourney's coming up soon too, right?" Woo-hyun asked Eun-ho.
"Yeah, training's kicking my ass. I get back basically at curfew... shouldn't be slacking like this. Gotta hit practice."
The Spring Nationals loomed for Eun-ho. Winning meant beating a senior he could hardly touch in daily spars—he clenched and unclenched his fist unconsciously.
"Me too. Early team call today..."
Ye-rin, prepping for her swim meet, grabbed her bag and glanced up at Eun-ho.
"Alright, let's split here and meet for dinner later..."
Everyone packed up and headed to their training grounds. Ye-rin waved briefly at Eun-ho and walked toward the pool. Woo-hyun and Seo-yeon left side by side.
Eun-ho feigned heading to the gym, then veered toward the Equipment Shed behind it.
After a water break and wait, a shadow emerged from the shade.
"Took you long enough."
"Woo-hyun wanted a quick suck before I left..."
"What? And you got here this fast?"
"Just a quick one, literally. Promised the full thing later..."
Seo-yeon slipped inside, the prim girl from the cafe vanished.
"Heh, alright then. Hurry up—grab that edge and stick your ass out."
"Okay..."
Seo-yeon gripped the desk corner, arched her hips back, and yanked down her panties with a hand behind her. Her skirt bunched at her waist.
"Damn, already this soaked?"
"No time... been fingering myself on and off."
"Fucking insatiable... wanted this that bad?"
"Yeah, Eun-ho... hurry... shove it in quick..."
"Heh, gotcha."
Eun-ho approached, spreading her pussy with one hand. Her still-pink labia parted, sticky fluids glistening in the sunlight slanting through the door crack.
"Woo-hyun... sorry... ugh..."
Eun-ho thrust his cock into her. A massive one—18cm hard, a real monster. Bottoming out in one go bowed her back like a drawn bow.
"Haaaaang... Woo-hyun... haaang... don't... talk about him..."
"What? Just saying his name makes your pussy clench..."
"Haang... still... ugh... sorry about it..."
"Still sorry after all we've done? Hngh... fuck... that many times?"
"Aaang... dunno... aang..."
Training time pressed; they had no margin. Eun-ho hammered deep into her pussy with all his strength. The desk rattled, balls atop it bouncing.
"Ah... haang... y-yes... right there... haaang... Woo-hyun... ugh... can't reach that spot..."
"Told you not to... hngh hngh... talk about him or you'd dry up..."
Eun-ho ramped up the pace. In an empty dorm room, he'd take his time—but not now.
Flesh-slapping thuds and Seo-yeon's moans filled the shed.
"After you fuck Woo-hyun later, come to my room..."
"Aang... roo... roommate...?"
"Fucking Jin-ah sunbae in another room tonight."
"Haaaang... haa... ah... Jin-ah sunbae..."
Jin-ah sunbae: track fairy and idol to outsiders, infamous slut on campus. Harder to find guys in her class or on the track team she hadn't fucked.
"Ah... gonna... cum..."
"Hngh... aaang... out... side... haaang... not inside... gotta strip fully today..."
"F-fine..."
Eun-ho pistoned savagely at the end, pulling out to spray hot cum across her ass and thighs.
"Haa... haa... Eun-ho's cock is so good..."
"How'd you survive without knowing it?"
Seo-yeon stood, turned, pried open his lips, and plunged her tongue in. Unlike the rough fuck, the kiss was slow and deep.
Chuuup... chu... chuuup...
"Ah... no more... gotta go."
Eun-ho pushed her away. Regret flickered in her eyes, but she nodded.
They wiped off, fixed clothes, slipped out, and parted without a word—Eun-ho to the judo hall, Seo-yeon to the basketball court.
No backward glances. As if nothing happened.
The sun shone warm; a whistle pierced from the distant field. The mountain university looked peaceful as ever.
Save for everyone's buried secrets.