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Chapter 62. Suddenly, a Mixed-Sex Sleepover? (2) 

One time, while just relaxing at home, I watched a few documentary films, and one of them focused on the traits of human males as “males.” What especially caught my attention was the claim that human males are instinctively attracted to multiple women. 

In other words, even if a man already has a spouse or a woman he’s involved with, his DNA-engrained “male instinct” makes him want to be with other women if given the chance. 

The most common example: when a couple is walking together and a stunningly attractive woman passes by, the man’s reaction proves the point. Even with his wife or girlfriend clinging to his arm, he instinctively turns his head toward the attractive female. 

The documentary said this was perfectly natural behavior. After all, humans aren’t designed for monogamy but, especially for men, for “harems”... 

And this applied perfectly to me, sitting in a hotel room sipping beer. 

Even though I was already involved with Seona noona, my “exclusive bitch” the supply sergeant, and Hyun-joo-three women in total-I still felt sexual excitement toward Minju, who was showing off her pale skin in a bathrobe. 

From the faint outline of her breasts bulging under the robe, to the smooth skin visible through the slightly open front-everything looked irresistibly smooth... 

As I unconsciously fidgeted to stop my hand from reaching out, Minju, who had been calling a female colleague in her own room, ended the call. 

Brrr... click. 

“Looks like she’s still asleep... Should I just go crash in another girl’s room?” 

“Is there any need to be uncomfortable? There are two beds here, so you can just use one.” 

“Ehh~ Still, how could I sleep in the same room as you, Jaejun...” 

“What? Are you worried I’ll jump you or something?...” 

“Oh my, jump me? So you were actually thinking about that?” 

When Minju initially refused my suggestion, I teased her, and she responded with a mischievous smile, dramatically tightening her robe. 

I couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, and I suggested again that she just sleep here. 

“Seriously, if you can’t reach anyone by midnight, just sleep here. I promise I won’t do anything weird, so don’t go be uncomfortable in another room.” 

“Well... I’ll think about it.” 

With my second, “safe” offer, Minju didn’t immediately refuse like before, but left her decision open. If I pressed her one more time, it seemed like she’d “reluctantly” agree to stay. 

Uh... but why does it feel like I’m the one being played here? 

She’s the one in need, but... 

I am Yoo Minju. 

I’m a graduate of a top university in Seoul, a second lieutenant in the Army, and people say I look like a pretty actress with a puppy-like face. But I have a secret-one that’s dark and intimate, and I could never tell anyone. 

Everyone has sexual preferences or secrets they want to hide, so I’m not that unusual. But since puberty, when I first became aware of “sex” and my own “preferences,” I have never told anyone about my sexual tastes-not even a word. 

Not to the same-gender friends I’ve known for over ten years, nor to my mom, who raised me and is like a friend, even giving me advice about sex. 

Because, honestly, how could I ever tell anyone that I’m a “size queen”-someone obsessed with big cocks? 

It’s literally an “unspeakable secret”... 

When I first discovered sex during puberty, I secretly watched Western porn, and my very first video had the tag “BBC.” Watching a huge cock, as thick as my own forearm, stretching a white woman’s pussy to the limit-it was shocking for a young girl, but also incredibly stimulating. Ever since then, whenever I had alone time, I only searched for porn with tags like “BBC,” “Huge Dick,” or “big cock.” 

The sight of a male actor’s massive penis stretching a female actor’s pussy was such a thrill... 

I became almost obsessed, only searching for “big cock” porn, and by the time I was an adult, it had become my sexual preference. 

It went even further: recently, if the male actor wasn’t “big,” I couldn’t feel any excitement at all. 

As things got to this point, I naturally drifted further from the normal dating and sex lives of my peers, and ended up as a “perverted virgin” waiting for a “big one” I might never meet. 

After spending four empty years at university and joining the army, I worried I’d die old without ever experiencing a man, so I considered giving up my “preference.” But then, the god of size queens sent me a gift. 

About a month after being assigned to an artillery battalion in Gyeonggi-do, I was getting used to life as the 2nd Battery FDO and finally finding some “breathing room.” 

That’s when I started hearing a hot rumor among the officers and soldiers. 

Amazingly, the subject of the rumor was my only male peer in the battalion, and the only male officer-Second Lieutenant Kim Jaejun. 

“They say the 3rd Battery FDO, Kim Jaejun, is huge... The 3rd Battery soldiers have seen it, and even just the outline in his uniform or shorts looks almost like a black guy...” 

In a military unit full of women, Jaejun’s provocative and suggestive rumor spread like wildfire. 

Seriously, it wasn’t a joke-any time two or more young officers or soldiers gathered, someone would talk about how big “it” was. 

Even when I was training my FDC team, I’d hear rumors about Jaejun. 

I mean, guys talk about women’s bodies when they’re together, so it’s only natural that a bunch of early-20s women, starved for men, would talk about this. 

I didn’t show any reaction in public, but whenever I heard a new rumor about Jaejun, I’d go back to my room and take a really long “shower.” 

Especially making sure to scrub thoroughly between my legs... 

Rub, rub, rub, rub ❤️ 

“Hngh...” 

Even now, I’m scrubbing between my legs, remembering a new rumor I heard after lunch today. 

“Yesterday, during PT, did you see the 3rd Battery FDO running in front? The wind pressed his pants tight to his lower body... His cock looked as thick as my forearm. Bigger than any porn actor’s. The rumors about him being like a black guy must be true.” 

Squelch... 

As soon as I recalled what the soldiers were gossiping about in the bathroom, hot, slippery wetness gushed over my hand, and I regretted missing PT yesterday because I was on duty. 

“Hngh... If I’d led PT yesterday, I could’ve seen it for myself...” 

Strangely, even though it seemed like everyone else had seen Jaejun’s “thing,” I, the size queen, still hadn’t. 

As my desire to confirm the rumors about Jaejun’s “big one” grew almost unbearable, one day in August, the brigade gave us “leave,” and I finally got to spend a long time with him. 

“Why did he have to wear those pants today...” 

But because he wore the trendy wide-legged slacks, I didn’t get to confirm anything all day, even after we returned to the hotel. 

I couldn’t let the day end with nothing, so I used drinks as an excuse to get into Jaejun’s room. 

I figured that if we drank enough, maybe I’d get to see what everyone else had seen. Just then, as if the god of size queens was rewarding my efforts, a string of lucky events happened. 

First, I “accidentally” spilled beer on myself during a toast with Jaejun, and then, my roommate went to bed early and didn’t answer the door. 

It felt like the whole universe was helping me, so I took the opportunity to shower in his bathroom and even got him to suggest I sleep in his room. 

“What? Are you worried I’ll jump you or something?” 

“Oh my, jump me? So you were actually thinking about that?” 

Just like my mom taught me, I played hard to get at his first suggestion, and he said the word “jump.” With all my dirty thoughts, I was actually flustered. 

I tried to hide it by acting exaggerated, but my body was already heating up. 

“If the rumors are true, and I sleep in the same room as Jaejun tonight and he jumps me... Haaah ❤️” 

My head filled with all sorts of dirty fantasies. 

“But first, I need to confirm it.”