004. Training (Complete)
“Ugh... M-Master...?”
Han Yu-ra gripped the table, her legs trembling as if all strength had drained from her body. The sight of her on all fours, exposing her most precious place in preparation for being mounted like a beast in heat, was undeniably seductive. Her red ponytail cascaded in waves, as if begging to be used as a handle, while her plump, perfectly shaped ass lifted upward. Hands planted on the table, thighs straining to support her lower body. And right in front of her was a mirror wall, leaving no way to hide her own reflection.
But she didn't look good. Her thighs quivered, her knees wobbling like she'd had too much to drink. It was almost pitiful. Her entire body glistened with sweat, making her seem utterly exhausted. I wondered if I could even have sex with a woman in that state. One thrust and she'd probably collapse to her knees on the floor.
No... why is her stamina this bad? You're a businesswoman, aren't you?
Didn't she go jogging in the mornings or something? I'd seen those articles about 'how successful people start their day'—up at 5 a.m. for a run and all that.
I called her back to the bed.
“Get up here.”
“B-But... Master...?”
Han Yu-ra mumbled with half-lidded eyes but crawled onto the bed on all fours anyway. She seemed out of it. If I left her alone, she'd probably drift off into a cozy sleep right there.
“You need to work out more.”
“Hah... B-But... this is my workout...”
She grinned like an idiot. When I acted like I was still raring to go, Yu-ra smiled with her eyes and lay back fully on the bed. Without anyone asking, she spread her legs slightly and reached back to undo her ponytail.
It was still before 11 a.m. Her red hair spilled across the bed like a rose in bloom.
...
I swallowed hard at the unexpected sight. Han Yu-ra's figure, her seductively curved eyes. Her massive breasts spread out like water droplets, so soft they'd yield to the slightest touch.
She seemed oblivious to having unconsciously undone her hair. But from my vantage point looking down, it was lethal. My dick, which had been on the verge of defeat, stood right back up.
Do I... have a thing for loose hair?
It was hard to think straight. Her face and body were works of art. With her slightly fleshy build, lying on her back made those huge tits spread beautifully. Maybe because of the subtle curve in her waist—even the faint horizontal line at her navel was perfect.
...Damn.
And below her softly plump belly was her adorably clenched Y-zone.
I couldn't hold back any longer.
“Eek!”
I forced her soft body flat beneath me. My weight pressed down on her, and Han Yu-ra let out a small moan.
“Hng... M-Master...”
Did she like the pressure of my body? She let out a pleased moan. When I crushed her beautifully spread droplet-shaped tits against my chest, they squished without holding their shape. Not in a sexual way—just tactile bliss. My first time, I'd been too overwhelmed to savor it, but pressing down on her warm flesh and voluptuous curves felt incredible.
“Spread 'em.”
“...Hah... Y-You're too much...”
Even as she said it, she lifted her legs to the sides. I pressed my lower body close and eased the tip of my dick in bit by bit.
Ha... fuck...
Her teasing, twitching entrance slowly swallowed my glans. Unable to hold back, I pinned her down roughly and thrust in all at once.
“Kyaa!”
Maybe from the sudden crush against her cervix. She gasped in shock and wrapped her arms around my neck. The way her pussy clenched around my dick felt amazing—like it was welcoming everything, begging me to come deeper. It was torture to hold back.
I couldn't. I ravished her soft body like an animal.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I surrendered to instinct. My vision blurred; all I heard was flesh slapping flesh. Ruthless pistoning with no regard for the woman beneath me. I didn't care about her timing—used her like a fleshlight, pounding away for my own pleasure.
Her bright red loose hair fanned out like a fairy-tale princess against the white sheets. The usually sharp-minded woman was drooling, clutching the sheets tight, biting her lip as her tits bounced up and down with every thrust.
Han Yu-ra couldn't form rational words anymore.
“H-Hic, hngh, hyah, th-that... Eek, I-I'm cumming... Master, hyang, it feels good, so good, I-I'm, hngh...♥ Cumming again...”
I grabbed her pretty droplet-shaped tits and kneaded them roughly. Was she oversensitive? She gripped my hands, pushing them harder against her breasts as if begging for more.
That attitude was too much—I lost control of my pace. Like a mating press, I pinned her down and hammered away. Her moans burst out like breaths.
“Ha, th-that, hnggg...! Ahng, squeeze my tits harder... feels so good...♥ Hah.”
Han Yu-ra's pussy kept twitching nonstop; she was out of her mind. Legs lewdly hoisted up, pinned beneath me, spewing moans—it made me want to treat her rough.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I groped her pale white tits wildly while pistoning. Pulling out completely, then slamming back to her cervix just for my satisfaction. Repeat. I'd heard women feel like they're getting punched repeatedly... but I had no idea.
Even so, Han Yu-ra lay there with half-closed eyes, fully enjoying it.
“Ah, hngh, hnggg... Master... please, I'm cumming again...♥ Hah... Cumming...”
Tears streamed from her eyes, her pussy entrance twitching relentlessly. I couldn't hold out either. Squeezing her tits hard, I ramped up for the finish.
With one eye covered by her hair, she murmured in a trance.
“Master... hah, hngh! Me, hng... Kiss me...”
Her plump, red, luscious lips moved. It was beautiful. Spread wide spewing moans, pursed whispering temptations, clenched between her teeth to hold back surging pleasure.
“...Haa.”
I buried my face in her neck and said,
“Did you take your pill?”
“...Hah... Cum inside...”
Gripping her tits tight, I slammed into her pussy one last time. The twitching from deep inside burned my brain white.
Ha... fuck.
I came. And collapsed onto her body.
Han Yu-ra hugged me, completely spent.
......
I held her like that all morning. The motel owner called. I answered. Extended our stay.
“...Ahng.”
She wriggled, letting out an animalistic sound.
Lazy afternoon. I'd woken before her and was killing time on my phone. Han Yu-ra looked like she desperately wanted a shower.
She said,
“Seong-u.”
“...Yeah?”
“What time is it?”
“Noon.”
She'd passed out hard. Both of us lacked stamina, it seemed.
Noon. The sunlight was bluntly bright rather than glorious. Time to get up and do something, but today I just wanted to rest.
She asked,
“Slept well. Extended the motel?”
“Yeah.”
A strange silence hung between us. We looked at each other. She at me, me at her.
-Kiss me.
That thought resurfaced. Was it just from sex, or some kind of seduction? What if it was real? That'd be trouble.
I opened my mouth to ask a question I'd regret.
Right then, Han Yu-ra said,
“I'm hungry.”
Yeah. Figures.
I pulled out my phone to ponder the office worker's eternal dilemma—what to eat today.
And so we took it easy that day. Morning sex, then a pleasant, languid afternoon. After one shower each, we stayed naked. We traded petty flirtations.
Han Yu-ra asked,
“Don't you usually ask for cuddles?”
“...What kind of question is that.”
“Just wondering. Hmm. Should we make it a rule then? Or not?”
“Let's just watch a movie. No more nonsense.”
“Tch. Fine.”
We put on whatever—The Shape of Water. Fairy-tale-like, melodramatic, fantastical.
“...”
“...”
Han Yu-ra and I occasionally met eyes. For now, we were both full of curiosity about each other.
And the day passed like that.
......
Next day. D-DAY 25.
I headed to the Railroad Software office. Han Yu-ra and I had taken leave together, which could've raised eyebrows, but luckily no one seemed suspicious. Maybe they suspected but kept it to themselves.
Han Yu-ra was buried in her work. Shin Na-young and Im Su-yeon had earbuds in, focused on their tasks. Yoon Se-hee was just... there, invisible. The office buzzed with that don't-disturb urgency.
I slipped in quietly. Being back at work after so long brought a mix of tension and renewed energy.
...What's that smell?
Then, a new stench hit me. Not good. Acrid, mixed with sweat.
I squinted ahead. The black lump slumped over a desk, breathing heavily... Kim A-ram.
Oh... right. Kim A-ram was still here.
Now I noticed everyone keeping about a meter from her. Shin Na-young, who'd been right next to her, had awkwardly carved out space in the cramped office... Im Su-yeon huddled in the corner.
What the...
Unease crept in. I approached the slumped Kim A-ram and lightly tapped her shoulder.
She groaned half-consciously.
“A-ram, wake up.”
“...Ugh.”
Kim A-ram sat up in a defeated slump. Her face was thinner, dark circles under her eyes.
Just one day, and she already stinks.
I'd probably been the same. A sad thought.
Memories flashed. Humans are brutally honest creatures. Instinctively repelled by different smells. Especially unwashed stench over perfume.
What had I been to them?
I called her.
“A-ram.”
“...Yes?”
She looked up with a pitiful expression. Programmer habits? Even in her wrecked state, my eyes went to the code first.
...She put in some effort.
Clung to my code for hours before giving up and cracking open a book. Copying examples to learn. Smart for her.
Then the others noticed me.
“...Director Im Seong-u! You're back!”
Shin Na-young greeted brightly. Her smile was sunflower-like. The wrinkles from high school stress, the faint weariness when she first joined Railroad Software—all gone. Seeing her happy felt good. A tiny guilt pang about Han Yu-ra, but I brushed it off.
Yeah, Na-young. Walk the flower path from now on.
She'd struggled with poverty since high school. Even at the hospital, sadness lingered in her eyes. Time she was happy.
Im Su-yeon stood and bowed.
“Ah, hello, Director Im Seong-u!”
Bow.
Im Su-yeon...
After ignoring me before, now a 90-degree bow—infuriating. Cute bob-cut hamster face, but her actions were like a colonial collaborator. Send her back to 1930s Korea, she'd sell out the country.
She said,
“Um... Kim A-ram just kept staying? I told her to leave. But she kept... hanging around...”
Like she was blaming, hoping I'd blame too.
Shin Na-young glared at her. Group-living vets spot these types quick. Cold disgust in Na-young's hospital-hardened eyes.
I looked at Kim A-ram.
She must feel betrayed.
Kim A-ram stared at Im Su-yeon with dead eyes, like Is this for real, you bitch...?
But Im Su-yeon's mind had left Kim long ago. She huffed, turned away, and started adjusting her stockings.
Is she seriously a total perv?
Days fixated on stockings? Not like she's a stocking artisan.
And yeah, she was kinda shitty too.
You're bad too. A bad bitch.
Couldn't say you're the worst. Kim A-ram held that title here.
But Im Su-yeon's attitude irked me. I approached Kim A-ram.
“A-ram.”
“...Yes?”
“Go home.”
“...N-No, ugh. I can do more.”
She grabbed her Americano nearby and sucked the straw.
Slurp.
But the empty cup yielded nothing. No one pulls an all-nighter in that state. I knew from theory and experience.
“A-ram.”
“...”
“You can't work more in your condition anyway.”
“I... have to do this...”
Burden in her eyes. How many billions was it worth? Heavy enough to wreck her body overnight?
Yeah. Now you get it a little.
I sighed. Said the one phrase I'd craved most back then.
Didn't know if she deserved it. Might be salt in the wound after kicking her.
Still, felt like the right thing.
“Good work.”
She'd fucked up. Sinned. But worked hard too. Punishment for crimes, recognition for effort—that was my code.
“...”
Her shoulders twitched. Unwashed hair shook with them.
“Go home.”
“...”
Kim A-ram bit her lip. Her black hoodie back showed it all: humiliation, defeat, relief, desperate sleep need.
She rose slowly. Fled the office.
“...”
Silence blanketed Railroad Software again. Im Su-yeon rolled her eyes, flustered. Surprised I didn't berate Kim A-ram?
Eh... everyone has their thoughts.
Whatever they thought, none of my business. I had deadlines too—time to work.