Mixed Team Clashes: Naked Bodies and Crushing Throws
For several days leading up to the mixed team matches, Eun-ho stayed busy. Lunchtimes were for fucking Seo-yeon or Ye-rin, and evenings inevitably meant pounding Eun-chae. He'd first dismissed her claim of coming to fill his "shortage" as mere flirtatious bullshit, but with her showing up every day, it seemed genuine. After dinner, the main building rooftop had become their private spot. Eun-chae loved doing it outdoors—the thrill of possibly getting caught made her pussy clench even tighter, she said. And it was true; fucking her up there felt noticeably snugger than indoors.
This evening was no different. After finishing inside her, they were getting dressed. "By the way... who's Yoo-jin?"
"What? Yoo-jin?"
Eun-ho echoed, surprised. Eun-chae was leaning against the rooftop railing, pulling her skirt back down. A trickle of cum leaked down her inner thigh, but she didn't seem to care.
"I heard it that day. The Yoo-jin that Woo-hyun's got a crush on."
He recalled the pillow talk drifting through the window—the whole club teasing Woo-hyun about his desperate lust for some girl named Yoo-jin.
"She's in my year. Second-year, Seo Yoo-jin. Super popular. Great personality. Everyone likes her."
"But she doesn't fuck around with you guys?"
"Nah, she doesn't join in much. Last year she was mainly for the fourth-year seniors. She's done it a few times with them this year too, I think. But she doesn't do it in the club room much, so no idea where or with who."
"Huh. Now I kinda wanna see what she looks like."
"Curious? Hmm... treat me even better, and maybe I'll introduce you."
"What? For real? I could fuck her?"
"What're you saying? I'd just introduce you... You think you're the only guy dying to fuck her? But something tells me you might actually pull it off."
"Why's that?"
"The senior who first popped her cherry last year... he was huge. You're packing too, so maybe you've got a shot."
Eun-ho chuckled. It all boiled down to dick size, after all.
"Ooh, nice. Hook me up then. I'll handle the fucking myself."
Women usually noticed Eun-ho's handsome face first. But Eun-chae judging his appeal by cock size was kinda funny. For her, face was secondary to dick specs, apparently.
Eun-chae promised to introduce Yoo-jin soon and left the rooftop. Eun-ho considered heading down with her but decided against it—didn't want anyone spotting them together. He killed some time up there before descending. Lately, he felt himself getting more and more tangled up with the tennis club.
By Friday, the women's judo team had gathered in the men's judo hall for the mixed team matches. The judo club held team competitions once a week, and about once a month, they did these mixed ones with the women's team. The key feature of these mixed sessions: pre-match training proceeded as usual. Any women who'd scored low last week had to train naked as punishment. The men faced naked training for poor scores too, but it was more common to get called out mid-session and stripped. So mixed match days always ended with a lot of naked bodies training.
Training itself was segregated by gender, but Eun-ho enjoyed catching glimpses of the women's naked forms—especially So-yul's, who got punished often. That was the real perk of mixed days. Plus, the losing year had to run 20 naked laps around the judo hall afterward, guaranteeing most of the women ended up nude anyway.
As training kicked off today, the women began stripping. Some men with penalties went naked too. The hall flooded with bare skin in seconds. Eun-ho's scores were solid, so he stayed clothed, content to steal glances at the women. And sure enough, So-yul was naked. Her unexpectedly huge tits for an athlete caught the eye first, topped with pretty red nipples. Those full breasts perched atop rock-hard abs looked almost unreal. Broad back and thick thighs honed by judo, yet carrying tits like that. When she dropped her panties, a neat slit peeked through sparse bush—tightly closed, like it was barely used or pristine. But after over a year at Donghae Comprehensive Sports University, virginity seemed impossible. Eun-ho remembered confirming her hymen intact just last summer, so now he wondered who'd broken it. If a judo senior had, they'd brag endlessly—no way it was a guy from the club. Besides, the women despised the men's team.
As serious training began, Eun-ho couldn't focus, eyes locked on the women—especially So-yul. Her warm-up spread her legs just enough for a peek inside; now during osaekomi drills, she thrust her ass up trying to escape, muscles flexing hypnotically. Eun-ho shifted for a better view of her pussy and got busted by the coach.
"Cha Eun-ho... Hey, what the hell? Get down!"
Caught anyway, he moved to where So-yul's ass was visible and stared. Her outer lips parted slightly, revealing pink inner folds—spread from straining her legs to break the pin. It was the kind of pussy you ached to fuck, every time.
"Cha Eun-ho! What're you doing? Down, now!"
Eun-ho stripped fully and dropped. His cock had swollen, dangling between his thighs. The women hated the men's team, sure—but they all eyed Eun-ho's handsome face and massive dick. Whenever he got punished like this, half the women lost focus staring at his cock.
Even after his penalty, Eun-ho kept eyeing So-yul. Her tits jiggled enticingly with every big move. But she never glanced at his dick once. That aloofness only made him want her more.
Basic training ended disappointingly—all suited up again in judogi, since matches required uniforms. Team matches pitted 1st-years vs. 3rd-years and 2nd vs. 4th; winners faced off, and any loss meant naked laps after.
Eun-ho beat 4th-years often enough to make the men's top three. Jin-woo, last year's medalist, joined him, threatening the seniors. The women's 2nd-years sent their best three, including top performer So-yul.
Eun-ho tried chatting with So-yul beside him. "Think we can win today?"
She ignored him. Hated him, probably. Stared straight ahead in her judogi, unmoving.
"C'mon... we're teammates. Talk a little."
Still nothing. Eun-ho vowed someday he'd slam her down and fuck that aloof bitch senseless. Imagining prying open her tight slit with his cock made it twitch again.
"Fine... whatever. Let's win today anyway. Haven't beaten the 4th-years once this year."
So-yul finally nodded faintly—her competitive fire responding, if nothing else. Eun-ho grinned. At least she'd acknowledged him.
The 1st vs. 3rd match ended quick: 3rd-years swept all six. The women's freshmen grimaced, dreading naked laps. Half a year in, some still weren't used to baring it all before men. Eun-ho figured they'd toughen up soon. This place broke you in.
2nd vs. 4th had everyone tense. Eun-ho, Jin-woo, and So-yul always held their own against seniors. One more 2nd-year win, and they'd take it. But it dragged like usual: three straight losses for 2nd-years. Then Jin-woo. He was weird—strong against superiors, weak against inferiors. Seniors hated him most: losing to a junior stung, especially one who only shone against the strong. Jin-woo clung tenaciously now, dodging every technique. It went to judgment—club rules awarded low-years the win. 2nd-years took it.
Eun-ho glanced at So-yul; her fist clenched in restrained glee. He thought, Win today, impress her.
Next, So-yul. She crushed 4th-years often. Biggest improver last year, already medaled. And yep—a clean o-soto-gari dropped her senior flat. Her judogi flapped as she reset—worlds apart from her naked training earlier. Pure power now.
Eun-ho's turn. A win tied it 3-3 for overtime. Random matchup, but him, Jin-woo, or So-yul meant a real shot at beating the 4th-years.
He set stance, waiting. The senior cautious—knew a reckless rush meant seoi-nage. Time dragged; both warned. Needing the win, senior charged. Eun-ho dodged, exploited a gap for half-point seoi-nage. Panicked senior lunged; Eun-ho countered effortlessly for ippon. Clean victory. The senior writhed on the mat.
Tied 3-3. Overtime draw: not them. The picked 2nd-year woman crumpled to her 4th-year foe in under 30 seconds. So close. Eun-ho eyed So-yul; she gritted her teeth, face screaming she'd have won.
Matches over, everyone stripped—except winning 4th-year women and 3rd-year men, who watched. Eun-ho shed his clothes fast, ogling the 1st-, 2nd-, and 3rd-year women baring tits and pussies. This post-match reveal was the best part. Freshmen's teary reluctance was delicious: hands hovering over chests, then dropping under coach's glare; heads bowed as panties slid off. Every detail a show.
Varied nipples everywhere: different areola sizes, colors. Some erect. Bush thickness and shapes differed; some slits hid labia, others peeked. The diversity thrilled.
But laps began—no more viewing. Men led, women followed; glancing back earned shouts. Still, Eun-ho was satisfied. Crushed a 4th-year, ogled So-yul's body after ages. Back at the dorm, he'd fantasize her pussy while fucking Seo-yeon. Precum already leaked.