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“Since it’s the last day of break, we should have fun. You can sleep in the tent, cook if you’re hungry, and if you get cold at night, there’s a path to the villa—you can go inside and sleep there.”
“…Then what’s the point of camping?”
“Haha, true. But it’s better than catching a cold. Anyway, have fun. Jihun brought a ball—why don’t you play in the yard?”
“Oh, you saw the ball, President? I was the high school soccer rep, you know. Wanna bet on who does the dishes tonight? One match?”
“Hey, how are three people supposed to play soccer? And you just said you were the rep—what kind of bet is that? Make sense.”
Hyeonjun shot down Jihun’s suggestion with a flat tone. Jihun, who’d been teasing him about struggling during their last workout, scratched his head awkwardly.
“Fine, let’s just play normally, no bet… The ball’s here, and it’d be sad if it got lonely.”
“Ugh… that’s the dumbest logic I’ve ever heard. Fine, I’ll do the dishes—just for a game of catch.”
“What? That’s not fair!”
“I’m pregnant, moving around is exhausting. I’d rather lie in the tent and enjoy the breeze.”
“…Fine, whatever. I’ll do the dishes, so let’s play. Seungjun, you in?”
“Me?”
Seungjun, who’d been quietly listening, pointed at himself. Jihun grinned and nodded.
“Yeah, come on.”
“I’m not good at this…”
“Doesn’t matter—we’re short on players. You’re essential!”
And so, the three of them started playing catch. It was just passing the ball around, but Hyeonjun and Seungjun were already winded—neither of them were athletic.
Watching from a distance, Hyeontae called out:
“I’ll be back—I’m just checking the villa! Have fun!”
“Okay!”
Hyeonjun kicked the ball back. Every time he moved, Jihun’s massive cock swung heavily. After all that wild sex in the car, this sudden wholesome game felt off.
“Stupid…” Hyeonjun muttered, kicking the ball harder than necessary. “We could’ve just sucked each other off while playing—that’d be way more fun.”
Jihun laughed, smoothly catching the ball and passing it to Seungjun. “Oh, finally getting into it!”
“Shut up, Park Jihun. Is your brain only wired for exercise?”
Well, at least sex had squeezed its way into that workout-obsessed mind. Even after Hyeontae left, the three kept playing under the sun, sweating, unaware of the real reason they’d been brought here.
The villa was built next to a rural town that supplied raw materials to the company. Nearby, on cheap land Hyeontae had bought, were several factories producing the company’s goods. He’d told the boys the campers were locals—but in truth, most were young villagers who’d gotten jobs at Hyeontae’s factories. In a way, they were all under the company’s influence.
Hyeontae had already informed the villa staff of his visit—this was the final stage of the boys’ training. He’d hinted that employees could watch if they wanted a peek at the “president’s private playtime.” Volunteers had been hypnotized for safety—headquarters staff were trustworthy, but rural workers? Not so much.
Either way, the boys were about to be placed in a “realistic” staged scenario—no hypnosis, no company environment, just plausible seduction.
***
While Hyeonjun and Seungjun rested in the tent, drinking and catching their breath, Jihun played alone, dribbling the ball. The other two were too exhausted to join, so he gave up and kept to himself.
“Ugh, boring.”
Tired of it, he kicked the ball hard—too hard. It flew far into the distance.
“Oh… shit.”
“Hey, Park Jihun, you were so careful with that ball—why’d you kick it away? Go find it!”
Hyeonjun taunted lazily from the tent. Jihun glared at him before muttering:
“I was gonna look for it anyway. You two are too weak to make it there and back without collapsing.”
He deliberately took the overgrown path between the bushes. Walking naked through the dense forest felt strange. He spotted a building through the trees—must be the villa. He searched the undergrowth but couldn’t find the ball. Step by step, he ventured deeper toward the villa.
“Damn, did I kick it too hard?”
Muttering to himself, he ended up at the villa’s outer wall. The path from the campsite didn’t lead to the front gate—it connected to the side of the villa. He’d definitely kicked the ball this way, but now it was nowhere in sight. Maybe he should just go back—
Then he saw it. Through a hole in the wall.
“Whoa, it went all the way there.”
Now, how to get it out? Going around to the villa’s entrance would take forever, and he was completely naked. Even if Hyeontae owned the place, he couldn’t be sure it was empty. If someone saw a buff, naked guy sneaking in to grab a ball… he didn’t even want to imagine. As scandalous as their company antics were, they still maintained normal lives outside. Jihun hesitated by the wall, looking for a tree to climb over. The wall was nearly as tall as he was—too high to scale without help.
“Hmm… why’s there a hole here?”
It didn’t look intentional—just a crack that had crumbled over time. Big enough to fit his head through, though he’d have to crouch. To check the ball’s location, he stuck his head inside and peered over. The villa’s garden was beautifully maintained, with a pond and a small pavilion. From here, the front gate wasn’t even visible. And the ball was right there, just out of reach.
“Ah, got it!”
His fingertips brushed the ball’s surface. He wiggled his fingers, trying to pull it closer—but it was just out of grasp.
“Come on, just a little more…”
If his head fit, the ball should too. It wasn’t a full-sized soccer ball, just a bit smaller. Grunting, he strained to grab it, sweat beading on his back. He pressed his face against the wall, shoving his entire arm through, groping blindly. He must’ve looked ridiculous—but he was dead serious.
“Seriously, what the—? Ugh—!”
Just as he was about to complain about the heat, the hole collapsed. Not the whole wall—just enough for his upper body to slip through. He must’ve put too much pressure on the cracked section.
“Ow… my head. Did I break it?”
Shaking off the cement dust, he realized he was now stuck—his head, one arm, and his chest jammed in the hole. The ball was finally in his hand, though. He figured Hyeontae would handle the wall later. Time to pull himself free—
“Uh…?”
He couldn’t move. His muscular, well-developed chest was wedged tight. He tugged, but the stinging pain only grew worse—he wasn’t budging.
“Stuck…? I’m stuck?”
Panic set in. He dropped the ball and braced his hands against the inner wall, thrashing. If he kept this up, he might bring the whole wall down—but freeing himself came first. Just as he grunted, struggling to escape—
“Hey, someone there?”
Voices approached. They must’ve heard him yell when the wall crumbled. Embarrassing, but relief—he needed help.
“Here! Help me!”
“Who’s there?”
The voices grew louder. The first man to appear was sunburnt, dressed like a farmhand. Others followed—all tanned, wearing sleeveless shirts, looking like laborers. Jihun called out again:
“I—I’m stuck! Can you help me out?”
“Oh no, how’d you get stuck there? This isn’t a place for trespassing… We’ll need more people, or maybe call 119.”
“Maybe we should go around and see how he’s stuck first.”
“Can we get your name? And how’d you end up here? This is private property.”
“Oh, I’m Park Jihun! I came camping with President Hyeontae—he owns this villa!”
“Really? Ah, right! Heard he’d be using it today.”
While Jihun talked to the young man, the others circled around to the other side of the wall. When they finally saw him—
All they could see was Jihun’s thick, muscular ass.
Only then did they realize: He was completely naked.
“What the hell? This guy’s buck naked!”
Jihun’s face burned red. How could he explain why he was naked in a way normal people would understand? Before he could even think of lying, a sharp pain shot through him—
“Damn, look at that ass—firm enough to fuck.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
