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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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After lunch, each group was assigned a room. The group rooms and sleeping quarters were separate, to divide the men and women.
As soon as we arrived at our room, group leader Soyeon ordered,
“You know the rules, right? Wash your feet first. They stink.”
After washing our feet, we gathered in one place to practice our talent show song.
“For now, memorize the lyrics as best you can. Thanks to Cheol-jin’s idea, we can see the lyrics on stage, but it’s still better not to rely on them.”
She was right. Even if we could see the lyrics on our phones, if we weren’t somewhat familiar with them, we could easily miss our parts.
After practicing the song twice, a loud voice echoed from the hallway.
“Everyone gather in the hallway!”
After a headcount, we moved to a large auditorium.
The MT officially began.
There was a time for each group to choose a name.
“Let’s just pick something simple. How about ‘Winning Group’ (Igyeotjo)?”
“Sounds good.”
“Not bad.”
It was neither too flashy nor too dull, so I liked it.
Then, all the group names were decided.
Other group names were similar: Drinking Group (Suljo), Playing Group (Noraejo), Points Group (Jeomsujo), and so on.
[Alright, then let’s officially start having fun, Cheonggwang University Digital Contents Department! Everyone, make some noise!]
“Woo……”
Everyone’s reaction was lukewarm.
The MC clicked his tongue and said,
[The response is lacking. Especially the 2nd and 3rd years. Your response is absolute trash. I understand. But since we’re already here, shouldn’t we have some fun?]
After a pause, the MC scanned the students in the auditorium. Then, with a grin, he shouted,
[The winning team will receive a special prize! It’s not soju or beer like last year. It’s hiiigh-quality wine, sponsored by an anonymous donor. And for your information, we’ll also be judging your attitude. The authority to award attitude points rests solely with the MC. Now, let’s hear it again!]
Was he a rapper? The MC, who spoke without taking a breath, pointed the microphone at the students again.
The effect of the hiiigh-quality wine was undeniable.
“Wooo─!”
“MC oppa, you’re handsome!”
Pi A-reum shrieked. Swept up in the atmosphere, the other female group members also shouted. Our group leader, Soyeon, remained still as if everything was a bother, but Yoo Bam sunbae, who joined in the shouting, stood out with her striking appearance.
A mixed-race Caucasian with reddish-brown hair and turquoise eyes.
How could the MC not notice her?
[Who was that just now! What did the spotlight of Group 3 say? Okay, 1 point added to Winning Group! Living up to your name! I want to give you 100 points!]
Booo, the hall erupted in jeers.
Immediately after, a deep voice also rang out.
“Oppa, over here! You’re so handsome!”
[Now now. Drinking Group, minus 1 point.]
Wahahahaha─!
The MC was incredibly smooth. Was he sure he wasn’t from the Recreation Department instead of Digital Contents?
Several games followed.
Guess the song, trivia quizzes, newspaper games, and so on.
Among them was a game called “Relay Balloon Popping.”
Each group lined up and took turns popping balloons. The game involved passing the balloon backward without using hands or heads, and the last two people popping it. The person in the front had to inflate the balloon.
A-reum was in front of me, and Yoo Bam sunbae was behind me. How did we end up in this position?
It was because the MC announced the game late. If we had known beforehand, men and women would have lined up separately, but since we didn’t, we were all mixed up.
“Pass the balloon back! Pop it quickly!”
Our group leader, who had been indifferent at first, shouted excitedly. Was she after the high-quality wine? No, judging by her expression, she was probably just competitive.
Anyway, the balloon was passed to A-reum in front of me…
“Eek! Balloon, where are you going!”
The balloon bounced off in another direction. A-reum, with a crestfallen expression, chased after it and trapped it with her chest.
Jiggle.
Since we couldn’t use our heads or hands, we had to use our torsos to receive the balloon. Being short, A-reum had to bounce her body to pass the balloon to me. Each time she did, her breasts naturally jiggled up and down.
The sight drew the attention of several male students. A reaction based purely on instinct, I supposed.
I couldn’t just stand by and watch, so I quickly ran over to A-reum.
“A-A-reum, here!”
I lowered my posture and received the balloon from her.
Tap, bounce. I skillfully bounced the balloon with my left and right pecs, controlling its direction. It was easier to control than a soccer ball, so I quickly got it back on track.
“Yoo Bam sunbae!”
I turned around, rejoining the Group 3 line.
Now all we had to do was pop the balloon with Yoo Bam sunbae.
But…
Pop! Squish!
‘H-Her boobs are challenger-tier.’
An incredible pressure emanated from the point of contact as the balloon burst between our chests. Yoo Bam sunbae’s breasts were enormous. They felt much larger than Pi A-reum’s.
As the balloon popping continued…
Pop! Squish. Pop! Rub. Pop! Squeeze.
My waist started to pull back. The constant contact with her chest had me half-hard.
But pulling back my waist made my posture unstable. Naturally, the speed of popping balloons slowed down.
“Cheol-jin? We have to hurry! We’re losing!”
“I-I know, but…”
I knew! But my little soldier, already half-raised, refused to retreat. Damn my lower body, after a week without sex, it sprang to attention at the slightest stimulation.
“Cheol-jin, hurry!”
“A-Alright.”
I had no choice but to get closer to Yoo Bam sunbae. We pressed our bodies together as if hugging, popping the balloon between us. And as our chests touched, my now fully erect penis brushed against Yoo Bam sunbae.
“Cheol-jin, the next balloon is coming!”
“Y-Yes!”
Fortunately, Yoo Bam sunbae seemed too focused on the balloons to notice. I breathed a sigh of relief and received the next balloon. We continued like this, pressing our chests together, popping balloons, and my lower half occasionally nudging Yoo Bam sunbae’s lower abdomen.
Our group worked together surprisingly well.
A-reum, who had struggled a bit at the beginning, seemed to have gotten the hang of it and passed the balloon to me with a single touch. Without hesitation, Yoo Bam sunbae and I popped the balloon in one go.
And the result…
[Balloon Popping game over! ‘Winning Group’ takes first place with 17 balloons! Currently, ‘Playing Group’ and ‘Winning Group’ are tied. Which group will be the owner of the hiiigh-quality wine?!]
We were in the lead.
Our group members jumped up and down in celebration. A-reum turned around and held out her hand. Clap! After high-fiving, Yoo Bam sunbae patted my back.
“High-five me too! We did it!”
“Yes! Good job, sunbae.”
As we high-fived, Yoo Bam sunbae smiled brightly, her face flushed with excitement. She had said it was her first MT, but it seemed like this kind of playful interaction was new to her as well.
‘I’m not one to talk.’
I couldn’t remember the last time I had fun like this with other people. The MT, which I had expected to be annoying and burdensome, was actually a little fun.
But I still hated standing out.
Several more games followed, but I mostly sat them out. I couldn’t avoid participating in group games, but I quietly blended in during individual games that required going on stage.
Even without my active participation, our group remained in the lead. Sung-joo hyung and A-reum were active in most of the games, and muscle man Sung-hyun overwhelmingly scored in events that required strength.
The push-up competition, a test of male pride.
The men who went on stage did push-ups to the MC’s count, but most couldn’t do more than 40. By the 50th push-up, only three remained.
“Whoa, what’s with that guy? Is he a spy from the Physical Education Department?”
Someone shouted.
As Sung-hyun rolled up his sleeves, the tendons in his forearms stood out prominently, causing some of the girls to gasp in admiration.
Once again, Sung-hyun dominated, securing first place and boosting our group’s ranking.
I watched with my arms crossed.
‘If you stay quiet, you’ll at least get halfway there.’
But the MC didn’t seem to intend to leave people like me alone.
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It’s always the same people coming up. That’s no fun. What is an MT? It stands for Membership Training, right? Teamwork is key!
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Ugh. I knew what he was going to say, and I recoiled instinctively.
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This time, it’s for those who haven’t participated in individual games! One woman from each group, please come on stage!
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At his words, my group members’ gazes focused on one person. Fortunately, it was a woman, so it wasn’t me.
“Ugh. I was trying to blend in.”
The group leader sighed. I thought she had been participating enthusiastically, but now I realized she had been subtly coasting along.
‘I was completely fooled.’
As expected, a second-year’s experience shows. I should learn from her.
As I watched our group leader go up on stage…
Now, bring a man from your group. Of course, it has to be the member who participated the least.
The gazes of my group members, which had been directed at the group leader, now shifted to me. Seriously, if this was the plan, he should have just asked for one man and one woman from each group from the start!
The group leader gestured.
“Come on up.”
“Yes…”
I trudged onto the stage.
Okay, we worked the upper body earlier, so now it’s time for the lower body, right? This game is squats! Men, carry the women on your backs! Of course, you can also hug them!
Was this guy really from the Physical Education Department? Why were the Digital Contents games like this?
“Group leader, what should we do?”
“I’ll get on your back. Hugging is a bit…”
“Right?”
I also thought a princess carry was a bit much.
But when I looked around, everyone except me was carrying the women in a princess carry. Was this the optimal posture for winning? Everyone was more serious than I thought.
And seeing that, our group leader changed her mind. Her competitive spirit kicked in.
“I’ll let you carry me.”
“…Okay.”
I supported the group leader’s back and scooped her up, my hands under her knees. As my hands touched her thighs, the group leader mumbled, slightly embarrassed,
“Ah, I shouldn’t have worn shorts…”
“……”
“Am I heavy?”
“N-No. You’re light.”
“Thanks for saying that. But since you said I’m light, you can’t lose, okay?”
Wait, you said “thanks for saying that,” but your follow-up is a bit unbalanced, isn’t it?
‘Her thighs are firm…’
This was driving me crazy. Just from touching a woman, my lower half was trying to raise its head, thinking, ‘Is it time?’
No, it’s not time! I screamed internally, but when had my little soldier ever listened to reason? It stubbornly twitched.
I subtly lowered the group leader in my arms, trying to hide the noticeable bulge in my pants. Damn, I should have jerked off at home… Regret hit me belatedly.
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