"¡callarse la boca! - hazme." pt2

Bbangsaz: Fucking hormones

Hanni doesn't know how this arrangement even started.

To make matters worse (or was it better?) it was an unspoken one, one that neither ever brought up during their meetings where they bickered on till their tongues were tied.

It just happened, and Hanni thinks it's better this way.

She recalls the first time she met Minji-she's been told of her many many times before. She was apparently the star swimmer of her rival school's swim team, the longest reigning champion, or so she was told.

But so was she, and she undoubtedly felt a little twinge of competitiveness when she was told Minji would attend the weekly swim practices as well, but she decided she was going to take a look at the champion with her own two eyes.

And boy, did she look.

Minji was taller than her by a few inches, facial features prominent and aura somewhat alluring. However, before Hanni could say anything in greeting, Minji had beat her to it.

"So you're Hanni? You're shorter than I expected."

That set the nature of their relationship in stone. Hanni hated her with all her being, and so did Minji. They grew to be fast rivals-courtesy of both their fiery, competitive spirits, a match made in hell-and Hanni loathed going to practice every weekend for she had to face the worst human being on planet earth, with that annoyingly attractive face and body.

Fucking hormones.

She was never perverted, but she couldn't help but eye Minji's rather prominent bulge whenever she stepped out of the pool, the drenched fabric clinging tight onto her body and exposing her gift for the world to see.

There was absolutely no room for imagination with a cock that big.

"Great backstroke, fucker," Hanni scoffs when Minji passes her to grab a towel, and she snaps her head around, glaring at her. "My grandma does it better."

"Hop off my dick, Pham," Minji gracefully retorts, adjusting her swim shorts, and Hanni chokes on air when it moves. She throws her towel over her shoulder and moves closer to Hanni, who feels a little intimidated especially due to her height, but she'd rather pluck out all the hairs on her body individually than admit that.

Minji doesn't say anything as she looks down at Hanni, who was so close she was basically pressed against her stomach, and she smirks, walking away without any explanation into the locker room, leaving Hanni standing there, confused, irritated, and somewhat aroused.

Practice was over half an hour ago, but Minji and Hanni had a routine of staying back later, swimming lap after lap trying to compete with each other and arguing over the pettiest of things, both their favourite pastimes. The pool was already basically empty by the time they were done, leaving no one else but them and the occasional cleaning lady.

Hanni feels as if she's stood there for hours, contemplating her own thoughts. Why the hell was she attracted to her biggest enemy and rival? The person she hated the most? Hell, they didn't even meet nor talk outside of their weekly meetings, so there was no reason for it to become anything.

Whatever, gotta get out of this swimsuit.

She strolls into the locker room, which was right beside the showers for convenience. Setting down her swim cap and goggles, she fishes her towel out of her duffel bag, before stopping dead in her tracks at a sound.

Straining her water-clogged ears to listen, Hanni's eyes widen when she realises what exactly this unfamiliar sound was-it was undoubtedly the sound of masturbation.

Rapid, slick noises, accompanied by an occasional grunt and whimper-there was no doubt to who was making those sounds either. The splash of water against the tiles didn't do much to cancel out the sound, as the water pressure in the showers weren't the best, and Hanni usually complained about it-but not today.