Chapter 36: The President Loves to Stretch

Thursday | January 11th, 2024 | 12:02 PM

I moved my neck to the side and a few cracks were heard. I let out a sigh. This red light wasn't budging and it's been at least three minutes. I'd be annoyed to be woken up out of a nap and driving right after if it wasn't Nakyung who called. Hurry and come to this address, I promise it's worth it. That’s what was so important that she woke me up for it.

I mean, yeah, it better be.

The red light turned green, and I made a left and followed the directions on my phone. Nakyung gave me the address of a random house, and her message was so vague too. I had no idea what the hell she wanted, but the way she worded it, it definitely had to be something urgent or important.

Thankfully, it wasn't that long of a drive, and soon I was parked in front of the house. It was a two-story home and seemed pretty average, nothing crazy or unique about it. Except there were other cars in the driveway. I'd be mistaken and assumed it'd be a house party but I heard no music or loud noises.

I parked behind the line of cars and turned my car off, stepping out. I looked up and down the street and wondered if I was in the right place. This couldn't have been the place, there's no way Nakyung would tell me to come to a stranger's house, right? Oh well, I pulled my phone out and shot Nakyung a quick text, telling her I was outside. Within a few seconds, a new message appeared:

Nakyung

comingg

Well, this can't be a mistake then.

I leaned against my car and waited, and not long after, the front door opened. Nakyung came out with a wide grin on her face. She waved me over, and I walked towards the house.

"Hey," She greeted, "Come on."

"What's the deal?" I asked, crossing my arms and looking around. "Why are we here?"

She stepped to the side, opening the door wider and allowing me inside. As I passed her, the smell of perfume invaded my nose, well actually, a mix of perfumes. "Follow me," She said, grabbing my arm and pulling me.

The interior of the house was average, a little plain and uninteresting, but still homey and comfortable. It was clean, and the decorations were minimal and the furniture looked like it was bought recently. There were stairs that lead to the second floor to my right.

Nakyung was guiding me towards what seemed like the kitchen, and my footsteps were a bit heavy. Now that I was inside, I could make out what seemed to be a group of people talking amongst themselves. My body felt a bit nervous and unsure, but her hand was soft and comforting, so it eased the nerves. She was giggling, and I was more curious about why the hell I was brought here and where the hell she was leading me.

When we entered the kitchen, the first thing I noticed was the group of girls surrounding the kitchen island. The counter had snacks and tins of food set out. In the center was a bowl of fruit and a platter of cheeses and meats. Noticing the two of us entering together, they all turned and looked at us.

As I was about to question the situation, one of the girls stepped forward.

"Ah, you must be Nakyung's boyfriend," The girl said, giggling a bit. Nakyung's... Boyfriend? I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Nakyung said, "He is, his name is Hwang Minjae. Little shy, sorry about that," She teased, nudging my arm.

"Aw, it's alright," Another girl noted from behind the first girl. I rubbed the back of my neck and awkwardly laughed, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Hi, I'm Jeongyeon," The girl in front of us introduced herself. She was cute, and her hair was pink. Looking around the table, I recognized Park Jihyo and Im Nayeon standing at the far end of the island smiling at me. It finally clicked in my head that Nakyung brought me to a student activities committee meeting, and these were the "inner circle" members.

"Nice to meet you," I responded, catching the beat and introducing myself. The girls in the kitchen started shuffling and moving, each of them saying their goodbyes to one another while Jeongyeon filled me in on the missing details.

"We had already finished our meeting but we felt bad leaving Nakyung here while her ride was on the way," Jeongyeon explained, "It was really nice to meet you, I'll see you two around." I nodded my head and watched Jeongyeon join the goodbye circle. Nakyung giggled and bowed her head before pulling on my arm, lowering me and leaning in close to whisper.

"Took you long enough," Nakyung spoke quietly, "Follow my lead. Trust me. You'll know what to do." She roughly patted my back and stood straight. "Uh, okay?" I muttered back. It wasn't like Nakyung to leave me out of a plan, and it's not like I'd be able to stop her from doing whatever. She always gets her way. I guess I just gotta go with the flow.

"Bye, Momo, have a nice weekend," Nakyung sweetly grinned, her facade appearing instantly. A Japanese-looking girl bowed her head and walked past me, moving towards the front door. Behind her, the other girls that were leaving did the same.

"Alright, bye guys, thanks for coming," Jihyo bid farewell, standing firm at the end of the island. I can only assume Jihyo was the one who lived here, right? Hmm, it makes sense, the president of the SAC should host the meetings. Nakyung moved towards Jihyo, her hand grabbing my wrist and pulling me along.

I brushed past Nayeon as she left, being reminded of the memory of my sperm filling those red lace panties of hers. I shook those thoughts out of my head and followed behind Nakyung, her fingers tightening their hold on my wrist. Eventually, the house had filtered out and it was just us and Jihyo in her kitchen.

"Sorry to bother you, Minjae was asking if he could use your bathroom?" Nakyung asked, tilting her head. I did? "He'd hold it but we're not going home after this, we have to go straight to my parents." We are?

Jihyo shrugged and smiled, "Oh, sure. No problem, I don't mind. He can go ahead, it's down the hall and it's the second door on the right."

"Okay, thanks," Nakyung grinned, giving a thumbs up. She tugged on my arm, "You heard her, go ahead, babe." Babe? She gave me a knowing look, like I was supposed to figure something out from there. Nakyung turned her head back to Jihyo, "Oh, by the way, can we talk more about the upcoming fundraiser? It's just that, there are a few details that I'm not completely sure about."

"Ah, of course, you know I love talking business," Jihyo responded. Nakyung chuckled a little and started walking past Jihyo, guiding her deeper into the kitchen.

"Yeah, you're the best," Nakyung giggled, her voice growing faint as I walked out of the kitchen, initially following Jihyo's directions. What the heck, Nakyung, the hell am I supposed to do in the bathroom? I don't need to use the restroom. And as if on cue, Nakyung's voice entered my head. It was like she was sitting on my shoulder and pressing her ordering lips on my ear.

Don't be stupid, Minjae. You know what you want from here. Just follow your instincts.

Instincts? Instincts, instincts. Ah, okay, I see now. I get it. That twitch in my pants when Nayeon got close. That's what she's talking about. Of course, this was her plan. She wants me to steal her panties. Fuck, okay, fuck. Let's do this.

There was no need to play dumb and pretend like I didn't get the picture. Jihyo is alone and being distracted by Nakyung, Park Jihyo, the big tittied president of the student body, her panties were calling me. Standing in the hallway, made aware of the situation I was in, I turned on my heel and walked away from the homeowner's directions and headed for those stairs I saw as I walked in.

I don't know much about the layout of Jihyo's house, but I'm going to guess that the bedrooms were upstairs as experience dictates. My feet lightly pitter-pattered against the wooden stairs, caring to not make loud sounds, and eventually, I made it up and found myself in another long hall.

To my left, a couple doors were shut, but one was slightly ajar and I could see a nightstand. To my right, a similar scenario was presented, except the room was bigger. The door was also cracked and was facing me.

I moved closer and peeked in, seeing a large bed and a dresser. Bingo. I stepped into the room and scanned my surroundings. Was this Jihyo's room? The decor looked fairly generic and bland, which didn't really tell me much. Hmm, my instincts were telling me that I was off the mark, but the room looked a little lived in.

I had to assume that it was probably her parents' room, which is why there was no real personality. Trusting my gut, I turned around and made my way to the other slightly closed room. Slowly, I opened the door and looked inside.

Bingo, motherfucker.

There was a vanity mirror, a dresser with picture frames and knickknacks, and a full-size bed. On the ground next to the bed was a dark blue yoga mat with colorful weights in the corner.

I quickly stepped inside and looked around. This had to be Jihyo's room. If she worked out, it would explain her amazing legs and tight ass. Her thighs were thick and strong. Mmm, she's such a fine woman.

Looking around, her bed was neatly made and everything seemed clean and organized. Walking up to her vanity, a few pictures were set up on the wooden surface. Most were her with friends, some were with her family. At least I knew I was in the right place, which meant the laundry basket I spotted in the corner behind her bedroom door would definitely have something of hers that I wanted.

The laundry basket was small and black, and the contents inside were visible. Clothes were spilling out and hanging over the edge. "Fuck, yes," I breathed out, walking towards the basket. The closer I got, the more my heart pounded and the faster my brain went.

This was a chance I wouldn't let slip away. Nakyung is an amazing friend, and she's such a great girl. She always knows what's good for me. What a true friend, she's the fucking best.

I kneeled down in front of the laundry basket, and sifted through the pile. Ah, wait, hold on. There we go. Jihyo must really enjoy working out a lot. Her wardrobe is mostly workout clothing. Tights, leggings, yoga pants. No matter what you call it, they're all so sexy and each had a pair of underwear stuck to them.

Taking her leggings out of the basket, I extracted a cotton grey thong. "Oh, fuck yes," I breathed out. A quick smell check revealed a strong, yet feminine aroma, and the crotch area was darkened. "Holy shit," I whispered. She definitely worked up a sweat in these. This would be the perfect trophy for me.

My body was hot, and my dick was throbbing, but there was still something missing. Yeah, yeah, that's it. Throwing the grey thong back into the laundry basket, I quickly dug through and took out more worn thongs from her other leggings.

I pulled out a white one and sniffed it. It was strong, but not as strong as the grey one. Next was a navy blue pair, and this one smelled really sweet, the scent was addicting and the crotch area had a darker color. Lastly, there was a black pair, and it didn't smell like much, but the crotch was completely stained.

"Yes," I muttered. I could feel the pre-cum dripping out and running down my hard length. Fuck, okay, okay, hold on. My hands were shaking and my body was buzzing. Okay, okay. Hold on. This felt like a crazy risk, and I couldn't think straight, but my brain was screaming at me. I didn't care if Jihyo notices her dirty laundry is gone, and that her panties are missing. It didn't matter to me, she would never know it was me.