Chapter 345: Men's Locker Room
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 345: Men's Locker Room
(This version is a non-adult edit for minors. The content remains the same, but explicit scenes have been removed. For the adult version, please proceed to the next chapter.)
Slurp! Mwah!
The wet sounds of tongues tangling and saliva swapping echoed through the locker room.
Despite her protests, Yoo Ah-rin was already moving her tongue in sync with mine.
A slight smirk played on my lips at the realization.
Feeling it, Yoo Ah-rin hurriedly pushed against my chest.
"Phew! The kids are coming! You said they just went to move some gear, you crazy bastard!"
"Yeah, I know they're coming. I'll finish before then."
"Bullshit! You always say you'll finish, but you never actually— Don't press against me!"
When I deliberately stepped closer, pressing my lower half—clad only in underwear—against her navel, her face turned bright red in panic.
Since I was wearing boxer briefs, she could undoubtedly feel both the size and the heat.
As I pressed in even closer, Yoo Ah-rin fell further into a state of confusion.
"Ah-rin, let's just do it quickly. If we're fast, it'll be over in no time."
"I've been fooled by that line way too many times! Seriously, no. Doing it here is just wrong."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Really, really?"
"Really, really, you little brat!"
"Sigh."
If Yoo Ah-rin was going to be this adamant about it, there wasn't much I could do.
It wasn't like she was wrong, either.
Yoo Ah-rin let out a sigh of relief as I started to back off, but then—
Slide!
My hand went straight inside her pants.
Wearing a tracksuit had been a tactical error on her part.
As if engaging in a blitzkrieg, my hand shot past her underwear and began to stimulate her.
"H-ah?!"
* * *
Ah! Mmmph! Ngh!
"..."
"..."
"..."
The Taekwondo team members stood facing each other, their mouths clamped shut.
What exactly was happening right now?
Regardless of gender, the teammates' eyes darted around as they read the room.
Ah! Haa!
Because it was so quiet, the woman's moans sounded even more explicit.
The ragged, explosive gasps sounded like something straight out of an adult video.
The teammates, gathered in front of the men's locker room—the source of the sound—fell into a deep dilemma.
'What do we do about this?'
'Who is it?'
'Who's missing?'
A quick look around gave them a pretty good idea.
'The Captain?'
'Ah-rin-noona?'
'Wait, is it Unni?'
The voice sounded familiar, but the moaning was so intense it was hard to be sure.
As for the man, there was no need to guess.
Kim Woo-jin, who had been acting like he was dying from leg pain just a moment ago, was nowhere to be seen.
'He's got some stamina.'
'Even after getting his legs split like that.'
'Impressive.'
'He broke up with Oh Yun-ji, started dating Ah-rin, and then there's that Choi I-seo girl? She's gorgeous too.'
Everyone kept their mouths shut, but they were all thinking the same thing.
At the same time, they wondered if they should just turn a blind eye and move on.
Nghhh! Haa! Ah!
'This is going to be so awkward.'
'Man, how am I supposed to look Ah-rin-noona in the eye now?'
'Unni...'
The moans sounded almost like cries of distress.
Finally, Pyo Jin-ho decided to take the lead.
'Ah, screw it. I don't care anymore.'
Why the hell was this bastard doing this in someone else's dojang?
He was grateful for the help, but this was a breach of moral conduct.
'I'm going to expose this to the idiots immediately.'
Of course, he was annoyed, but he was also excited at the thought of spreading the word in the "Idiots" group chat about how that pathetic Kim Woo-jin couldn't control his urges and jumped a girl at the Taekwondo dojang.
Pyo Jin-ho stepped forward.
As everyone watched, holding their breath—
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!"
Pyo Jin-ho shouted as he threw the door open and stormed inside.
And there...
Stood Kim Woo-jin, holding his phone with a devious smirk on his face.
— Ah! Haa! Oh!
The sound of a woman moaning blared from the phone.
The moment they saw it, everyone stared at Kim Woo-jin with expressions as if they'd been hit by a sledgehammer.
"Hidden camera!"
Oh Yun-ji appeared from behind, filming with her phone camera.
"Huh?"
"A prank?"
"This was a prank?"
Oh Yun-ji walked past the bewildered teammates and stood next to Kim Woo-jin.
"Yes! After being pranked hard earlier, Woo-jin decided to turn the tables and pull a hidden camera prank on the Cheer Up Team!"
"Haha! Seeing how completely fooled you all were makes me feel great!"
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As Oh Yun-ji gave a clean sign-off and ended the recording, the teammates finally realized what was going on and began to laugh.
"Ahahaha! What! It was a prank?"
"Wow, seriously, I was terrified!"
"Right, this makes sense! What kind of crazy person would do that in a Taekwondo dojang!"
"What about Ah-rin-unni? Where did Ah-rin-unni go?"
"Her mom called, so she went home for a bit."
When Kim Woo-jin answered slickly, the female teammates breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"That was mean!"
"Seriously. You really startled us."
"Since Ah-rin-noona was the only one missing, I was wondering how I'd ever look her in the face again."
"I'm actually a bit annoyed that I fell for it at first, haha!"
As Kim Woo-jin laughed and replied, everyone chimed in with exaggerated reactions.
Relieved, everyone began to leave the dojang to head to the department gathering.
"You owe me one."
As Oh Yun-ji walked past, she gave Kim Woo-jin a playful nudge with her elbow.
"Thanks."
It was a good thing I'd contacted Oh Yun-ji beforehand.
Thanks to her, I was able to brush it off this easily.
It was the perfect timing for a clean getaway after having my fun.
Kim Woo-jin pretended to head out but then slunk back into the men's locker room.
When he opened the locker he had been using...
"Haa... haa..."
A naked Yoo Ah-rin stood there, her hair a mess of sweat and tears, struggling to catch her breath.
"You... crazy... bastard."
Kim Woo-jin scratched the back of his head at Yoo Ah-rin's reaction, which clearly said, 'What if we'd been caught?'
"Sorry."
But Kim Woo-jin knew.
He knew that Yoo Ah-rin had enjoyed this more than anything else so far.
She had felt so much that it was only natural for her to be out of it.
"But Ah-rin."
Kim Woo-jin carefully pulled Yoo Ah-rin out of the locker and tugged her hips toward him.
"Huh?"
"I'm not finished yet."
There was already a messy white liquid on Yoo Ah-rin's thighs.
Kim Woo-jin pretended not to see it.
"Ah!"
She shoved only her face back into the locker to muffle the sound.
Once again, heavy moans echoed through the men's locker room.