No MT Is Complete Without a Drinking Game
The bus bound for the pension that would serve as our MT venue was deafeningly loud. The so-called party crowd had claimed the back seats, chattering and laughing at full volume, while I'd chosen a middle row with the classmates I'd gotten somewhat close to—not too far forward, and not too noisy. Up to that point, everything was going great.
If only that damn Baek Harin hadn't been there.
Of all the empty seats on that bus, the crazy bitch walked right up and dropped into the one beside me. I'd been hoping to fade quietly into the background, so the moment the gravitational center of every freshman's gaze sat down next to me, my eyes nearly popped out of my skull.
Why the hell did it have to be here, of all places?
I shot her a look of pure loathing. What came out of her mouth next was a masterpiece.
"Let's hang out with Harin-ie on the way. Tonight too, you know."
Now she was even throwing in a smiling wink.
This fucking...!
And so, the entire ride to the pension, I had to endure her oppressive presence on one side and the death glares of every guy sitting behind me on the other. I wanted to cry from the sheer injustice of it.
You try sitting next to her! She's a rare breed of lunatic!
The time at the MT itself was relatively uneventful. For people like me who tended to keep quiet, there wasn't much to do. Fitting in was pretty hard work. I ate quietly, and when everyone played together I just participated quietly.
The one exception was the dodgeball match in the middle, where I actually did something that stood out. Part of it was that I was confident in dodgeball—but there was a bigger reason than that.
The cheering that had every guy there, myself included, roaring their heads off.
I'd gotten a preview of it yesterday, but for these guys it was clearly the first time they were seeing it: Yujin-noona and the student council members doing a cheerleading routine. They'd kept it a secret, billed as a surprise performance.
Bodies moving in sync to a set choreography—and the sultry atmosphere that came with it. Cheerleading uniforms, by design, clung tight to the body and showed plenty of skin. Naturally the whole place erupted in cheers, and I shouted right along with them.
"You're dead!"
And of course, even while playing dodgeball, I performed way beyond my usual self. Because Noona was watching me. It's human nature to want to look strong in front of your woman.
"What the hell is with that guy?!"
"Was Yoon Donghyun always that good at dodgeball?"
My classmates watching from the sidelines flinched in surprise. It was a side of me they'd never seen before. But what I saw was Noona, off in the distance, the corners of her mouth curling up ever so slightly. Naturally, a power I'd never had before surged through me.
The dodgeball match went on for a while, and even dinner wrapped up as a fairly ordinary barbecue party. Then came the moment everyone had been waiting for: the drinking games.
The winner of each round would make the loser do something. The loser could either go along with it, or refuse and drink. Dead simple rules—but the simpler they were, the more they tended to expose human desire.
"Alright, let's get this going?"
The first round was the famous Son Byung-ho Game, also known as the folding game. You held up five fingers, took turns throwing out conditions, and anyone who matched had to fold a finger. Since we were all classmates but still a bit awkward with each other, the first question started light.
"If you've got a lover right now, fold."
"Hack—cough, cough."
"You little shit, just you wait."
Sounds of resentment rose from all around, and I could feel the glares boring into the person who'd asked. If even I could feel it, I didn't need to say how intense it was. In an instant, about half the group folded.
"Fucking couple bastards, I knew it."
"The world's rotten, goddamn it!!"
The rage of those who hadn't folded—or rather, couldn't fold—rang out. I glanced around, then eventually folded a finger myself. Most people didn't care about me, but the classmates I was close with each had something to say.
"Donghyun, even you're folding?"
"I believed in you... goddamn it, the world really is trash."
"Well, considering how hard Baek Harin was coming onto you... have a nice love life. Fuck."
The mention of Baek Harin made something surge up in me.
You try being with her...!
Hoo... forget it. Just forget it. Dating Baek Harin? How could they even say something that awful? The only one I had was Noona.
Regardless of my reaction, the next person started talking. The questioner stared hard at the first one, then smiled sweetly.
"If you're 5'11" or taller, fold."
Probably targeting the handful of people over that height. A small curse slipped from my mouth anyway.
"Ah, fuck."
What did I do to deserve this? That irritating feeling of sitting right at 5'11" was something I couldn't do anything about. In the end, I became the only person who'd folded two fingers.
Questions that may or may not have been targeting me continued after that. I was hanging on by a thread, with just one life left. The penalty was drinking, but even without penalties everyone had already had a drink or two, so the atmosphere was clearly more heated than before. Naturally, much higher-level topics started coming out—ones that hadn't been possible earlier.
"...If you've done it, fold."
Whoever that was, they had some serious guts. Everyone knew what "done it" meant. And I made a miserable face.
Ah, hell...
I ended up folding all my fingers and became the first person out. Everyone had something to say as they looked at me, the first dropout nobody had expected.
"Donghyun didn't seem like the type. Guess he's more of a beast than he looks."
"Oh my, now I'm a little curious."
The girls stared at me, faces flushed. I knew exactly what kind of looks those were. I downed the shot of soju given as my penalty in one gulp and stepped outside for some air. The atmosphere in there was unusually hot.
At the time, I hadn't even noticed that someone was following me out.
The cool night breeze made the heat a little more bearable. I really couldn't stand that kind of atmosphere. How should I put it? It was hard to adapt—that was the right way to look at it. Growing up in a quiet countryside town, it was a natural result.
I turned my head, about to go back inside, when she was standing right in front of me.
Goddamn Baek Harin.
Baek Harin looked at me with a bright smile.
"What now? You already did this on the bus on the way here."
She was a pro at being a pain in the ass, that was for sure. But something about her seemed off. Her face was flushed, and her eyes looked unfocused.
Don't tell me you're drunk...?
"Hey, Baek Harin, don't tell me you're dru—mmph."
This was bad. Baek Harin had gotten drunk and her eyes had gone completely feral. The crazy bitch sat me down on a garden bench and immediately started unzipping my pants.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing? More importantly, we're outsi—"
But she didn't seem to hear me.
"...You promised Harin-ie. You'd meet up whenever she wanted. This is that time. Harin-ie can't take it anymore—she's too turned on."
Baek Harin let a string of drool hang as she opened her mouth, then started licking my cock with her tongue.
"Mmph..."
The moment her warm breath and wet mouth made contact, my body started responding.
"...Don't..."
The instant I saw Baek Harin's unfocused, glazed-over eyes, I lost the ability to speak.
The thought that crossed my mind was more like: just finish this fast and send her away. Anyone could see that talking her out of it wasn't going to work, looking at that face.
Baek Harin was sucking on my cock with wet little slurps, and I was approaching my first climax when—
"Donghyun!"
A voice called my name. Whoever it was, I couldn't let them catch me looking like this. I hurriedly pulled Baek Harin behind the wall.
The person who approached was none other than Yujin-noona.
"Huh...? Yujin-noona, what's up?"
I looked at her, putting on the most normal expression I could manage.
"I just went to check if you were there, and you weren't, so I figured you might be outside. I saw you, so I called out."
Noona smiled as she looked at me. I smiled back, but my body started twitching.
Baek Harin... why are you suddenly sucking so hard?
With nothing but a wall between us, Noona and I were face to face. The only difference was that Noona was just looking at me, while I was receiving a blowjob from Baek Harin.
When Noona tried to come around the wall, I panicked and stopped her.
"Noona, don't come over here."
"Huh? Why?"
I needed an excuse.
"Uh... um... I came out here to use it as a bathroom..."
I had no choice but to throw my image away. I believed Noona would understand.
Right?
Why was she suddenly backing away? Was I imagining it?
Noona, now a little farther off, smiled and waved.
"R-right. Donghyun. Make sure you wash your hands."
Looks like another misunderstanding I couldn't clear up was piling on. I let out a sigh at the situation and glanced at Baek Harin. She was sucking my cock with greedy little squeezes, like a kid eating jelly.
"What did I do to deserve this..."
Wait—was it even a crime? I mean, beautiful women coming onto me...?
But this outdoor play thing is more stimulating than I expected. Should I try suggesting it to Noona too...?
She'd go along with it, right?
Probably?