Common Sense in the Health Room (1)
‘No, that’s not it. I can’t be sure yet.’
I shook my head to clear my mind and looked back at Chae-a’s innocent face. For starters, it wasn’t even confirmed that she’d masturbated. And unless her intelligence had truly regressed to that of a bitch, she would’ve hidden her panties somewhere clean before doing it anyway.
‘I don’t know everything about how women masturbate, but probably something like that.’
I was asking myself questions and immediately refuting them, putting on a ridiculous show, before pulling myself together again. I couldn’t be certain that Chae-a had masturbated in the locker room. And maybe I’d just misread something. Yeah, her panties might’ve just been pulled down a bit low. The Coach saw the same thing I did, but we could both be mistaken about something like that…
“You okay? Your face looks bad. Does it hurt a lot?”
“Ah, no. Doesn’t seem that bad.”
Apparently, while I was unconsciously regaining my composure, I’d been making quite a fierce expression. Chae-a looked up at me with worried eyes. I waved it off with a playful grin to ease her anxiety.
‘Half a lie, half the truth…’
My ankle didn’t hurt that much. Maybe thanks to the cold compress, it was definitely much better than before. It wasn’t fully healed, but the pain had faded for now. So saying it wasn’t that bad was true. That meant the reason for my deliberately grim face was something else.
But I couldn’t tell Chae-a the whole truth. Confessing that I was keeping a straight face out of curiosity about whether she was wearing panties and if she’d masturbated in the locker room would just get me despised.
“Hmm, but how do we get to the health room…”
Chae-a stared seriously at my ankle, either unaware or unconcerned about my intense internal conflict.
And what did she mean, how to get to the health room?
“Ah, this’ll work!”
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Hop on! I’ll carry you to the health room!”
Chae-a knelt in front of me, turned her back awkwardly, and reached behind to pat it, signaling me to climb on. I was so dumbfounded that a snort escaped me.
“You want me to let you carry me?”
The other way around might make sense, but how was Chae-a supposed to carry me? Setting aside the obvious fact that I was a guy and she was a girl, Chae-a wasn’t exactly the athletic type among women. Her weight was normal, but a good chunk of it was concentrated in her hips and breasts. Her waist and other areas didn’t feel the least bit overweight. Big tits and slender everywhere else. Which meant she wasn’t strong, and carrying a fairly built guy like me was no easy task.
I hesitated, unsure whether to accept or refuse.
‘Climbing on just because she says so would make me insane, but rejecting outright would have her sulking like, “Don’t you trust me even though I’m a guy too?”… Guess I’ll humor her a bit.’
If I just leaned in lightly and put a little weight on her, she’d realize it was impossible and give up right away. Then we could walk to the health room with her supporting me. The moment I finished calculating, I balanced on my good foot and stood as if I were really about to climb on her back. If the Coach were still here, he’d probably chew me out for trying to let a girl carry me, but luckily, he’d left to check on training the moment Chae-a arrived as my “nurse.”
“C’mon, hop on!”
I suddenly realized that with no locals around as monitors, she’d dropped the formal speech, but she was still genuinely worried about me.
“Haa.”
But as I sighed and stood, I learned something I hadn’t wanted to confirm.
‘She’s… really not wearing any.’
I swallowed hard, the sound echoing in my throat. Just moments ago, I’d dismissed the no-panties issue as my imagination. But now, staring straight at her slightly pulled-back ass, it was clear. No panty line. The evidence being the absence of a panty line was too blatant to say aloud without embarrassment, but facts were facts.
Chae-a usually wore pants after school when going out—track pants, specifically. So when walking behind her from a distance, I inevitably ended up admiring her rear view. When my gaze drifted down to her ass, I’d try to look away out of conscience, but it was hard. Whether the pants clung tightly or her volume just stood out, seeing the panty line made it even tougher to resist.
…That evening, the tissue box would end up noticeably emptier.
“Ugh… up we go.”
Snapping back to reality, I was already on Chae-a’s back. Naturally, her legs wobbled as she tried to stand with me on. She trembled, then plopped back down. Just as planned.
‘Knew it.’
But as I chuckled and tried to stand, I noticed an unpleasant sensation in my lower body. Whether because of the missing panty line or just the soft ass pressing against me, I’d gotten hard.
“Ngh…”
But the one who let out a small groan wasn’t me—it was Chae-a. She’d felt it too. Of course—her ass was right against my crotch. Looking closely, her tiny ears were flushed bright red. My dick was nestled right in the cleft of her ass.
“I’ll just walk. I can manage.”
“I-I can do it, just… a bit more…”
But even knowing it, Chae-a kept trying to stand with me on her back. She’d rise a little, then slump; extend her knees, then bend them again. Was it my imagination? It almost looked like…
She was grinding her ass against my erection.
***
‘This feels… so weird…’
Facing in real life someone I’d just been using as fap material was incredibly awkward. That’s why I was acting nicer to Geon-yul than even I realized—almost overly so. Sure, he seemed more worrisome today for some reason, but it was mostly to assuage my guilt.
Offering to carry him, something obviously impossible without even trying, was part of that too.
‘I’ll try a few times and switch to supporting him.’
Hated to admit it, but if this was aegyo, it was aegyo. Geon-yul wouldn’t know I’d masturbated in the locker room anyway, so he wouldn’t get why I was being so nice. Even if he knew, he wouldn’t understand it was guilt from using him as fap fodder.
So I’d only tried a few half-hearted attempts to carry him. But then…
‘He gets fully hard just from my ass touching him?’
At this point, maybe Jin Ha-eun was right. My body was innately lewd. How could his dick, which I’d just drained via blowjob earlier, get rock-hard again from mere ass contact?
Geon-yul’s stamina was impressive, sure, but ultimately, it was because of me that he was aroused…
‘No, snap out of it!’
For a second, I nearly blurted out some R-18 damsel-in-distress line like I’d take responsibility since it was my fault. Barely holding back, I tried to pull away and switch to supporting him instead.
“U-um, Chae-a…?”
“Nngh…”
But my body wasn’t listening to my head. I knew carrying him was pointless and should just support him, but my ass kept eagerly rubbing against his hard dick.
‘Must be because I just masturbated… my libido’s surging.’
I knew it was embarrassing, but I couldn’t stop. Grinding my pulled-back ass against his standing cock felt purely good—lewd thoughts flooding in, impossible to halt.
How had I become like this? Just days ago, I wouldn’t have teased so blatantly first. I felt myself changing, a bit scary, but the greater thrill and excitement overtook my body. My masochistic pussy was already soaking wet, anticipating doggy-style pounding as our asses slapped.
“Chae-a.”
“N-nng?”
“Carrying seems tough, so can you just support me?”
“Ah…”
But Geon-yul didn’t spank my ass. He just gently placed a hand on my hip. No doggy pounding. He simply asked me to support him to the health room because of his ankle.
“S-sorry…!”
Only then did shame hit me. This wasn’t girlfriend mode—we were friends. And as manager, player health came first.
“Ugh, uugh…”
I’d masturbated with a Geon-yul-dick-shaped dildo, and now I was pseudo-masturbating with the real thing. Shamelessly…!
I bowed my head to hide my burning face, draped his arm over my shoulder, and supported him toward the health room. During it, his hand subtly brushed my breasts now and then, but I said nothing.
‘I don’t have the right to teasingly call Geon-yul a perv anyway…’
Absolutely not because the breast grazes felt good.