Ladder to the Beasts' Revelry
Cha Eun-ho headed to the Tennis Court with Eun-chae. The sun had nearly set. Campus streetlights were flickering on one by one, and the courts were deserted.
At the entrance, Eun-chae made him wait a moment. She scanned the court, then beckoned him over. "Come in quietly..."
Eun-ho had never set foot in the Tennis Court before. Visiting another club's turf at Donghae Comprehensive Sports University took something pretty special—each department guarded its territory like a taboo.
The courts were all outdoors, with the Tennis Club Room tucked behind in a separate building. Eun-ho glanced around the unfamiliar space.
"Quit gawking... Look over there."
Where she pointed stood a ladder—the umpire's chair ladder for the referee seat.
"Think you can move that? It's pretty heavy..."
Eun-ho snorted inwardly. Who the hell is she asking if it's too heavy for? He strode over and hoisted the ladder effortlessly. It wasn't some pro-match rig—just a simple metal one. To a judo guy like him who tossed people around daily, it was a toy.
"Ooh, fighters like you really are strong... I'm falling for you."
Eun-chae's lip service always boosted his ego.
"Whatever... Where to?"
She pressed a finger to her lips—shh—then led him around to the back of the club room. A narrow alley snaked between buildings, barely wide enough for two people. No streetlight reached the shadowy passage. She pointed under the building ahead.
Eun-ho positioned the ladder and looked up. Sure enough, a small window. Dusk had deepened, so the fluorescent glow leaking from inside stood out sharp. A ventilation slit, no curtain.
Eun-chae jabbed a finger at it, then suddenly slipped her hand into his pants. She squeezed his cock a few times before pulling out.
"Haa... This is the best part... See ya. Enjoy the show."
She sauntered off the way they'd come. Eun-ho grinned at her retreating back, then climbed the umpire's chair ladder. From the top, the window was right at eye level.
The men's Tennis Club Room held five guys and three girls. The door swung open, Eun-chae slipped in—now five guys, four girls.
Before she arrived, the three girls were already swapping kisses with the guys; the ones not kissing groped tits. The vibe was heated. Half-naked on the mats strewn across the floor, they explored each other's bodies.
A guy approached Eun-chae—Woo-hyun. He kissed her deep. Eun-ho flashed back to her swallowing his load just minutes ago. Something like pity for the guy.
Woo-hyun either missed the cum scent or was used to pussy-fresh breath; he dove in harder. His tongue churned her mouth—visible even through the glass. Meanwhile, he mauled her tits over her training top, gripping and kneading.
Eun-ho had never seen Woo-hyun fuck in such bright light from the start. The moves were practiced. No hesitation, pure routine.
The guys started stripping the girls. Clothes hit the floor—tops, sports bras, bottoms, panties. Then they divvied up: tits for one, pussy for the other. Two guys per girl.
"Uhhaaang... Ahng... Ahng... Ahng... Ahng..."
Moans swelled, leaking through the tiny vent.
The tennis girls' nipples were surprisingly pretty—all shades from red to pink. Eun-ho had figured club sluts would have dark ones.
Woo-hyun was at Eun-chae's pussy now, spreading her legs and burying his face, tongue working. Still slick with my precum—pity hit again. But he shook it off. No sympathy for the guy who railed Ye-rin.
Things ramped up. Guys bent girls over, laid them flat, clutched them tight—fucking everywhere. Multiple pairs pistoning on the mats. Flesh-slaps layered into a rhythm.
Extra guys with no pussy shoved cocks into bent-over mouths. Woo-hyun had Eun-chae gripping a locker, pounding her from behind. Moans, grunts, slaps vibrated the room.
Eun-ho had group experience, but nothing like this scale. Pure beasts rutting. Instinct over reason or order—animal mating. Yet... some unspoken rules held it together.
He zeroed in on Woo-hyun and Eun-chae. Woo-hyun's dick was small, as expected. Compensating with speed, thrusting faster.
"Ahng... Haang... Ahng... Ahng... Aah... Ahng..."
True to form, Eun-chae moaned loudest—drowning the others. She flicked glances at the window mid-fuck. Their eyes met; Eun-ho's heart lurched—someone'll see. But the high, tiny vent was safe. No one else looked up.
Dilemma: jerk or not? His cock throbbed too hard for just watching. Decision quick. Pants down, fist out—first wank in ages.
Sex and solo felt different. Hand control nailed the perfect rhythm, friction no pussy matched. He stroked slow, edging.
No one had cum yet, but dick rotation started. Seamless shifts, like clockwork. The guy who'd been sucking cock now slid into pussy. Woo-hyun moved to a new girl Eun-ho didn't know.
Moans erupted anew. But this girl under Woo-hyun... faking it. Eyes distant, moans flat. Woo-hyun sweated buckets, thrusting desperately. Pitiful.
Does Ye-rin fake it too? Eun-ho shook his head. No—Ye-rin couldn't lie to save her life.
Some guys twitched, cumming inside. Eun-chae first: cock pulled out, semen gushed from her pussy. Erotic drip. Another man's load from fresh-fucked hole.
More creampies leaked. Girls sucked the spent cocks—cleanup? Refire? Unclear.
First round over. Fuckers paused for pillow talk. Training chatter, sex recaps, virgin freshmen bait. Then:
"Hyun-senior still hasn't bagged Yoo-jin-senior?"
Who's Yujin? First Eun-ho heard.
"Huh? Why her?"
"You stare at her every practice."
"Me? Nah??" Woo-hyun waved it off—cold reception.
"Come on, everyone knows. Right, seniors?"
"Yeah, you gawk like your eyes'll pop when she squats."
"That's... everyone does."
"Sure, but yours is obsessive. Like determination."
"You like Yoo-jin-senior?"
"No... Got a girlfriend."
"We know, but crushes don't care."
"Yeah—Yoo-jin's sweet, killer body, big tits, pretty face, top skills. Perfect."
"I said no. For real."
"Kekeke. Sure. But you're not alone. Tons want her, few've had her... I haven't."
"For real??"
"Yeah, maybe some fourth-years. They say it's insane. Her pussy's gorgeous."
"Yeah..."
"Haha, look at that face. Dying to fuck her."
Everyone laughed—even mid-fuck pairs paused. Eun-ho felt bad for Woo-hyun's roast. But Seo Yoo-jin piqued interest. Wanna fuck her. Then share with Woo-hyun—gift his dream girl after I break her.
Bittersweet. Ye-rin-fucker lusting elsewhere stung. Yoo-jin couldn't top Ye-rin in looks or pussy.
Nothing left to see. Knew Woo-hyun's status, club fuck rules. Skip finishing the wank. Down the ladder, returned it, headed to dorms. Call Ye-rin, fuck her brains out.