Manager's Common Sense (4)
Anyway, since I'd already climaxed spectacularly once, stopping here didn't feel all that regrettable. I glared at Jin Ha-eun and slowly backed away, straightening my clothes.
"Yeah, yeah, hurry up and get dressed."
I smoothed out the T-shirt that I'd rumpled while kneading my own breasts, then pulled the dildo out of my pussy—still inside me—and squirted a faint stream of fluid one more time. My legs spread wide, trembling uncontrollably, I finally stopped squatting. Now it was time to just collapse onto the floor and pull up my panties.
"Ngh…."
But there was a major problem. I'd made a huge mistake without realizing it. Too focused on masturbating, I'd hastily yanked off my panties and tossed them anywhere nearby—and now they were soaked in the squirting I'd just done.
Even for me, this is a bit much.
Panties aren't packaging or decorations meant to be shown to men in the first place. They're for hygiene. So I couldn't help but hesitate. Sure, going without panties felt off, so maybe I could wipe them with the towel from Geon-yul's locker and wear them? But no, that wouldn't work. If it was just a little, maybe—but this was beyond salvageable.
"You know, you should always take your panties off properly when you masturbate. If you're gonna go hard, I recommend putting a sanitary pad underneath. It really makes you feel like a proper pet... Oh, wait, you're already a bitch anyway."
"I don't wanna hear that from an onahole."
"Anyway, what're you gonna do? Wear them like that?"
I gritted my teeth lightly and shook my head. No choice—I had to toss the panties in the trash.
"What else can I do? The gym uniform's shorts anyway, not a skirt, so it won't show."
"Hmmm, you think? Well, doesn't matter to me. Hurry up and get dressed, whatever."
"Why do I have to hurry? And before that—why'd you barge into the locker room all of a sudden?"
"Why do you think? To find you. There's something only you can do."
I had to tilt my head at Jin Ha-eun's words. Was there really a reason to seek me out specifically? Call me selfish, but if there was work to do, another manager could handle it—and we'd finished all the must-dos ages ago. If there was more, she wouldn't have come for a towel either. Something only I could do….
"What is it that— Ahhng♡"
In the middle of that, as I carefully wiped my pussy—smeared with my juices—and the surrounding thighs with the towel, I let out a moan. I'd accidentally stimulated the sensitive spot still lingering from my climax.
Jin Ha-eun watched me, clutching her stomach and snickering mockingly. My ears burned bright red as I raised my voice for no reason.
"I-I'm still not used to female pleasure! You probably masturbate several times a day, but…."
"True. Back in my old world, I was scared of society collapsing around me—and men terrified me—so I settled for masturbation. That's how I got good at it… But since coming here, I hardly masturbate at all."
"…For real?"
"Obviously. Once you know how much better sex feels, there's no going back. Living as an onahole means cocks galore."
Jin Ha-eun's eyes could've had hearts floating in them, and it wouldn't have looked out of place. She stared blankly into space with a dopey grin, then cleared her throat a few times and pointed at me as I pulled up my training pants.
"And you don't look unfamiliar with it anyway. No way someone who barely masturbates slaps their own ass while moaning their crush's name till they cum."
"…."
"Hehe, that just means you've got real talent."
I didn't argue back. The more I did, the more I felt like I was losing every round.
By the way, had she seen me spanking my own ass solo…? Or just heard the sounds…?
I'm gonna die of embarrassment.
I wanted to crawl into a hole right then. Finally, I wiped the dildo with the towel too and put it back in Geon-yul's locker. Cleaning it felt weirdly like giving it a towel blowjob instead. I kept the juice-soaked, stench-filled towel myself, neatly folded Geon-yul's gym clothes and returned them to his locker—and for some reason, with Jin Ha-eun rushing me, I hurried—before finally asking her again.
"So, what'd you call me for?"
"Yeah, your owner and bestie got a little hurt. Coach said his dedicated manager—you—should take him to the health room and nurse him. Not my opinion or anyone else's. Coach's direct orders."
"G-Geon-yul's hurt?! How bad? Serious? Really bad?!"
"Hehe, what's with the overreaction? Someone'd think you're his mom."
"Don't joke! He's in the health room now? Still on the field? T-Take me quick! Where is he?"
My heart pounded as I stamped my feet anxiously, but I couldn't understand why I was so worried, why this intense unease gripped me. Because if Geon-yul couldn't hold ace position, I'd become another player's dedicated manager?
No, that's not it.
If the ankle injury dragged on, maybe—but worst case, I could just quit the soccer club. There was plenty of time till the next practice match anyway; no way he wouldn't recover. So why…?
I don't know.
Something felt off. Imagining Geon-yul on the bench, hunched over with an ice pack on his throbbing ankle, made my chest tighten. His pained grimace floated in my mind, and even without seeing him yet, tears welled up. My nose stung, vision blurred, and Jin Ha-eun right in front of me grew hazy. Hot liquid soon trailed down my cheek.
"H-Hey! Why're you suddenly bawling?!"
"N-No… It's just… Sniff!"
"It's not that serious, so don't freak out. Someone'd think you're his girlfriend or wife."
"Sob… Not his girlfriend… Not his wife…."
"Sigh, should I call you his bitch then? If you're that worried about your owner, hurry over and comfort him with your warmed-up pussy."
"…."
Even through my tears, I shot Jin Ha-eun a glare. She flinched at the look, shrugged helplessly, and opened the locker room door.
"Tch, some are humiliation sluts, others go full pure love route."
"W-What're you…."
"Shut up and go take care of your boyfriend, you bitch."
After kicking Jin Ha-eun's ass as she casually pulled out an e-cig from her pocket, I glared one last time and bolted straight for the distant bench where Geon-yul sat.
"Ow ow ow…."
I winced, pressing the ice pack Manager Geum Ha-yeon had brought to my ankle. The uncomfortably cold sensation dulled the throbbing pain, but it wasn't fully gone—just a weird lingering feeling.
"At least it's not serious. Lucky."
"Haha, guess I got too hyped…."
"Excited 'cause the managers showed up? Typical."
I had nothing to say, even if I had ten mouths. Sure, I'm no pro, but body management is skill too—that's famous advice. Got too pumped running and twisted my ankle by accident; the sky seemed to spin. But from experience, it didn't feel major. Coach and the others said rest in the health room and it'd heal quick.
Still, missing practice is a big hit.
The other players kept training without me; I'd rest here a bit, then head to the health room with my dedicated manager's help. Of course, that meant Yoo Chae-a.
"Sigh."
I scratched my head with the hand not holding the ice pack.
She's gonna tease me plenty. Or get pissed.
Either way, not weird. My soccer skills had earned praise, so overrunning and spraining made prime teasing material—and since it was my injury, Chae-a getting upset made sense too. If I kept my edge for the next eval match, Chae-a stayed my dedicated manager. But if training dropped and skills slipped—or worst, no match participation—ownership went to another player. She'd quit the club immediately then. But I didn't want that. Honestly, time together outside the dorm was nice, and knowing her wish to win as a club member in any role… I'd quietly take the nagging.
"Oh, here she comes."
I spotted Chae-a running from afar. Not super fast, but definitely hustling. But Coach and I—guys being guys—locked eyes on the same spot instantly.
"…Geon-yul, you knead those every night, huh."
"N-No, not every night…."
"Your kid'll never starve. Those udders are so sturdy—hope they don't overeat."
"Y-Yes…."
Couldn't respond to Coach, but I couldn't tear my eyes from Chae-a's violently jiggling tits, bouncing up and down. Not too huge, but perfectly kneadable—my ideal type, no question.
"Ngh."
But I had to brace myself first. Scolding was coming, obviously. Maybe 'cause I'd ogled her bust morphing live—but whatever she said, I felt like I could just smile and take it.
"Hah, huff… Y-You said you got hurt… Yo! Is it bad? Let's go to the health room quick!"
But Chae-a's reaction was beyond my expectations. Eyes red like she'd teared up, nose pinkish, faint tear tracks on her cheeks. No way she cried hearing I was hurt… Maybe bumped her head on a locker? Unfamiliar layout, searching for towel, slipped?
Makes sense it'd hurt.
Even without the tears, her attitude shocked me. Forgetting Coach entirely, she plastered herself to my side, sitting tight, gazing up with pure worry in her eyes.
"Which ankle? Left? Right?"
"R-Right, but…."
And then—right after I spoke—she dove under the chair between my legs. I was stunned speechless.
What the hell? Why's she suddenly like this?
At first, thought she was going for a blowjob—panicking hard. She'd been getting lewder, but sucking cock openly in front of others now?
"Right ankle… This one."
But no, of course not. Disappointing, but I hid it. Shattering my hopes, Chae-a leaned in deeper, lifted my right ankle herself, and blew on it—whoosh.
Honestly, stunned. Why go this far? And grateful—heart aching sweetly. Not sure blowing on it helped much, but still.
"Ahem, Geon-yul…."
"Yes, Coach…."
The issue? Our eyes wandered elsewhere mid-this. With Chae-a kneeling between my knees, leaning forward, her plump ass peeked from behind. The red training shorts hugged it, looking soft. But leaning too far, the waistband slipped down. Normally, just panty top—but tempting, not epic. But what I saw now? Definitely epic.
Why's the butt crack…?
Pants down revealed no panty barrier—just deep crevice. She'd worn panties at intros earlier. Where'd they vanish?
Did she… take them off in between…?
Suddenly recalled the dildo in my locker—Chae-a's art class "homework," molded from my cock. Panties got messy, tossed them…? No wonder cleaning took forever. In the locker room?
Crazy.
Thinking the woman before me had just masturbated with a dildo of my cock, now acting innocent and pure while worrying over me—I couldn't hold back the erection.
"Master, does it hurt a lot…?"
Yeah, it hurts. My cock hurts so bad….