Chapter 346: Men's Locker Room(Adult Edition)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 346: Men's Locker Room(Adult Edition)[R-18]
Sluuurp! Mph—!
The wet, explicit sound of tongues tangling echoed through the locker room.
Despite her protests, Yoo Ah-rin was already moving her tongue in sync with mine.
A slight smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.
Feeling it, Yoo Ah-rin hurriedly pushed against my chest.
"Phew! The others 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 push!"
I deliberately stepped closer, pressing my lower half—clad only in boxers—against her navel. Her face turned a bright, panicked crimson.
Since I was wearing boxer briefs, she could undoubtedly feel the size and the heat.
As I pressed even closer, Yoo Ah-rin fell deeper into a state of confusion.
"Ah-rin, let's just do it. If we're quick, it'll be over in no time."
"I've been fooled by that lie way too many times! Seriously, no. Doing it here is just wrong."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Really, really?"
"Really, really, you absolute brat!"
"Whew."
If Yoo Ah-rin was going to be this adamant, there wasn't much I could do.
It wasn't like she was wrong, either.
As I started to back off, she let out a sigh of relief, 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 surged past her underwear and began to stimulate her.
"H-ah?!"
Startled, Yoo Ah-rin’s body leaned forward.
I caught her against my chest and immediately used my strength to pin her against the wall.
With her back to the wall and me in front of her, Yoo Ah-rin was trapped. Meanwhile, my fingers were somewhat roughly stimulating her private area.
"You... you son of a— Hngh!"
"You're the one who forced me into a leg split even when I said I didn't want to."
"That was—! Just for the video— Ugh!"
As my fingers continued their rough movements, she began to grow damp. It was like water droplets forming and soaking the tip of a faucet when you press down on it.
"I'll finish quickly. Okay? Just once."
"Bullshit—!"
"Then should we just stay like this? I'm going to keep going even when the others get here."
Yoo Ah-rin glared at me, looking utterly defeated.
Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her knuckles turning white, and she bit her lip hard.
"Are... are you really going to finish fast?"
"Yeah, definitely."
"You promise?! Hic! S-stop moving your fingers for a second!"
"Ah, sorry."
This was surprisingly fun, so I couldn't help myself.
"J-just get it over with."
In the end, Yoo Ah-rin lowered her own pants and underwear.
The sight of her huffing and trying to catch her breath was strangely adorable.
She was still wearing her white hoodie on top, but she was bare from the waist down.
She’s a bit wet, but...
Doing it right away might still hurt, so I placed my hand on her lower half again.
"Ah..."
As my palm cupped her entire mound, a peculiar expression crossed her face.
When I pulled my hand back in a stroking motion, her body trembled slightly.
The moment my fingertips touched her there again, I began to move them more vigorously.
"W-wait! You said you'd finish fast!"
"Yeah, I have to. But if I just go in suddenly, it'll hurt."
"That's... unnecessa-hry... consideratio-hhn!"
The way her mouth hung open with a bit of drool escaping was quite a sight.
She usually had a good reaction, but perhaps because we were in the men's locker room, she seemed much more sensitive than usual.
Should I start now?
The others could be back any second.
I took off my own underwear and stood before her.
She caught her breath and stole a glance down at me before cautiously spreading herself open with both hands.
"H-hurry up. You psycho."
Her mouth was as sharp as ever, right until the end.
Doing it face-to-face would be nice, but as she said, speed was the priority right now.
"Turn around."
"Ugh..."
Yoo Ah-rin turned around awkwardly and pushed her hips back.
It seemed she knew exactly what to do without being told.
As I pushed myself inside, her drenched entrance accepted me smoothly.
However, the inside gripped me tight.
She's incredibly turned on.
Yoo Ah-rin panted heavily, her hands braced against the wall.
I couldn't see her face, but the situation itself was highly stimulating.
Thwack!
"Nngh!"
As I began to move my hips, rhythmic moans escaped her lips in sync with my thrusts.
"W-wait—! Just a seco-hnd!"
Was it the sense of immorality from doing it in a place like this?
"S-stop! No! Stop it—!"
Or was it the thrill of knowing people could walk in at any moment?
My hips were moving much faster than usual, almost as if I were pounding the life out of her.
"Ah! Haah! Ahh! It's... it's too rough! Too fast—!"
Something began to trickle down Yoo Ah-rin's thighs.
Had she squirted?
I felt bad, but I didn't have the luxury to worry about that right now.
Thwack!
"W-wait! I came! I already came—! Ugh!Nnghh!"
The floor was getting wet.
I forcibly pulled off Yoo Ah-rin's hoodie and spread it on the floor.
This way, we wouldn't leave a trace.
"You... crazy bastard!"
Thwack!
"Take it easy—! It's... too rough! Too... fa-hast—!"
Slap!
When I slapped her butt a few times to tell her to be quiet, she shuddered violently again.
"Agai-hhn! I came agai-hhn!"
"It's okay."
The clothes were down, so the floor wouldn't get wet, and the smell of sweat was so strong it would mask any other scent.
As I kept moving my hips, Yoo Ah-rin began to completely lose herself.
Click!
The sound of the door opening echoed.
And then.
"Wow, why is there so much gear!"
"Seriously, shouldn't we have called a moving company for this?"
"Why call them when I have you guys? Let's move this quickly and go eat. I'll buy you meat."
"It's just going to be an unlimited refill place anyway."
The team members had finally returned.
Yoo Ah-rin, whose consciousness had been fading, suddenly snapped back to reality.
"W-w-what are you going to do!"
She frantically tried to put her clothes back on.
But I pushed her back and started moving my hips again.
"Hieek?!"
She glared at me in shock.
To shut her up, I grabbed her chin, pulled her into a kiss, and kept thrusting.
Thwack!
"Mmph!"
Thwack!
"Hngh!"
Thwack!
"Haah!"
But I couldn't keep kissing her forever.
After pulling my lips away, I grabbed a Taekwondo belt hanging from a nearby rack and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Mph-!"
Forced to bite down on the belt, she tried to say something, but—
Thwack!
"Ngh!"
As I started up again, she had no choice but to bite down hard on the belt to stifle her moans.
"Hnghh! Mmph! Nghhh!"
The way she struggled to hold back her cries was impressive.
Twisting her body, pounding her fists against the wall, lifting one leg to kick my knee with her sole...
Her desperate struggles acted like a spicy seasoning that only made me more excited.
Perhaps that was why.
I lifted her slender leg entirely.
In an instant, her hips sank low, and I hit a spot I wasn't supposed to reach yet.
"Mmmph-gh-h-h-h-h!?"
Ah-rin's scream was a muffled mess of saliva and tears.
The Taekwondo belt fell to the floor, and there was nothing left to block her mouth.
With her leg held up, she was practically suspended.
She tried her best to endure by bracing her arms against the wall, but—
"Did you hear something just now?"
"Hmm? A sound?"
Hearing the voices of the team members passing nearby, Yoo Ah-rin tightened around me even harder.
"P-please! Let's stop."
She pleaded with a face covered in a mix of tears and sweat.
And then.
Thwack!
"Ha-ahhhng!"
I began to move my hips even more violently.
"N-no!"
Thwack!
"Stop! Woo-jin! P-please!"
Thwack! Thwack!
"They'll hear! They're definitely going to hear!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"I'm begging you! At home or a hotel! I'll let you do whatever you want—!"
"What is that? What's that sound?"
"Wait... doesn't that sound like moaning?"
Thwack!
"Ah! Sob!Gasp!"
"Is it coming from the men's locker room?"
"No way, surely not."
Footsteps approached.
The men's locker room door wasn't locked.
Yoo Ah-rin reached out desperately to try and lock it, but—
"You're... insane! You son of a bitch!"
By moving even more aggressively, I made it impossible for her to even steady her own body, preventing her from locking the door.
* * *
"Ah! Sob!Gasp!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
The Taekwondo team members stood facing each other, their mouths shut tight.
What on earth was happening?
Regardless of gender, the team members' eyes darted around as they gauged the situation.
"Haah! Haah!"
Because it was so quiet, the woman's moans sounded even more explicit.
The raw, ragged moans sounded like something straight out of an adult video.
Gathered in front of the men's locker room, the source of the sound, the team members fell into a deep dilemma.
What do we do?
Who is it?
Who's missing?
A quick look around gave them a pretty good idea.
The Captain?
Ah-rin Noona?
Could it be Unni?
The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but the moaning was so intense it was hard to be sure.
There was no need to wonder who the man was.
Kim Woo-jin, who had been acting like he was dying from leg pain earlier, was nowhere to be seen.
He's got some stamina.
After having 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? 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! Haah! Haah!"
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 she was in pain.
In the end, it was Pyo Jin-ho who took the bullet.
Ah, fuck it.
Why was this bastard doing this in someone else's dojang?
He was grateful for the help, but morally, this was just wrong.
I'm going to go tell the Idiots right away.
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 loser Kim Woo-jin couldn't control his urges and jumped a girl at the Taekwondo dojang.
Pyo Jin-ho stepped forward.
As everyone held their breath and watched—
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!"
With a shout, Pyo Jin-ho threw the door open and burst inside.
And there.
Kim Woo-jin was standing there, holding his phone with a devious grin.
— Haah! Haah! Ahh!
The sound of a woman moaning was coming from the phone.
The moment they saw that, everyone stared at Kim Woo-jin with expressions like 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 team members and stood next to Kim Woo-jin.
"Yes! After being pranked so hard earlier, Woo-jin decided to pull a reverse prank on the Cheer Up team members!"
"Haha! Seeing you all fall for it so completely feels amazing!"
"If you enjoyed it, please subscribe, like, and hit the notification bell!"
As Oh Yun-ji gave a clean sign-off and ended the recording, the team members finally realized what was going on and started laughing.
"Ahahaha! What! It was a prank?"
"Wow, seriously, I was so freaked out!"
"Right, that 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 said she'd stop by home for a bit."
When Kim Woo-jin answered slyly, the female team members let out a huge sigh of relief.
"You're so mean!"
"Seriously. You really startled us."
"Since only Ah-rin Noona was missing, I was wondering how I'd ever face her again."
"I'm actually a bit annoyed that I fell for it at first, haha!"
As Kim Woo-jin laughed and replied, everyone joined in with exaggerated reactions.
Relieved, everyone began to leave the dojang to head to the dinner spot.
"You owe me one."
As she passed by, Oh Yun-ji gave Kim Woo-jin a little nudge with her elbow.
"Thanks."
It was a good thing I'd contacted Oh Yun-ji beforehand.
Thanks to her, I was able to move past it this easily.
A perfect exit strategy after having all the fun.
Kim Woo-jin pretended to head out but then slipped back into the men's locker room.
When he opened the locker he had been using—
"Haa, haa."
A naked Yoo Ah-rin, disheveled and covered in sweat and tears, stood there trying to catch her breath.
"You... crazy... bastard."
At Yoo Ah-rin's reaction, worrying about what would have happened if they'd been caught, Kim Woo-jin scratched the back of his head.
"Sorry."
But Kim Woo-jin knew.
That Yoo Ah-rin had enjoyed this more than anything else so far.
She had felt so much that she looked like she'd lost her mind, but—
"But Ah-rin."
Kim Woo-jin carefully pulled Yoo Ah-rin out of the locker and pulled her hips toward him.
"Huh?"
"I'm not finished yet."
Even though there was already a messy white fluid between Yoo Ah-rin's legs.
He ignored it and thrust back into her.
"Haah! Haah! Ngh!"
To hide the sound, she shoved her face back into the locker, but once again, intense moans echoed through the men's locker room.