Chapter 22
I honestly didn't know much about the "routines" that gym rats talk about. Sure, my stamina stat corrected my form automatically to perfection, but that didn't magically grant me knowledge of workouts. So if anyone asked what exercises I'd pick, the criteria boiled down to two things: how much body contact is possible and how sexy the person's pose looks while doing it.
Squats for grinding my crotch against hers like crazy, deadlifts to ogle that perfect ass, crunches where I could just lean in for a kiss mid-rep—those were the classics. But for someone like Haena nuna with her massive tits, what we were doing right now was possible too.
"Up!"
"Hoo..."
"Last one, down!"
"Soo..."
Haena nuna was bench-pressing, and under the pretense of spotting her, I'd ended up straddling her upper body just a bit. She was wearing an outfit that clung like a second skin—top outlining each breast's contour perfectly, bottom so tight you could see her cameltoe. If someone saw her, they'd swear she'd been painted rather than dressed. And naturally, with that level of exposure, my cock was rock-hard.
Unlike last time, though, I'd worn stretchy pants beforehand, so there was no tenting. That towering erection ended up positioned right between her tits thanks to its sheer size—smushed between those massive mounds that rivaled my girth.
"Up!"
"Hoo..."
Was her view blocked by those huge tits? Or was it the muscle soreness she'd complained about earlier? Luckily, she didn't seem to notice. We wrapped up the bench presses, she took a water break, and I struck up a conversation.
"But honestly, doesn't it feel way better doing this in my room?"
"Yeah, it does."
Turning my room into a gym had been a stroke of genius. No need to worry about prying eyes—I could get as hard as I wanted and ogle nuna freely. After that, I helped with her squat form or massaged her tight muscles as an excuse to enjoy Haena nuna to my heart's content.
...
"Uh..."
It was a pretty awkward situation. Or rather, I didn't know how to describe it. After the workout, we'd grabbed dinner together and ended up chatting in my room. I'd even slipped her a few coins to tweak her upgrade stats.
But in the middle of our lively talk, I'd casually asked what time it was. Checked the clock: exactly 8:00 PM.
Dinner time. Our usual unspoken—well, not so unspoken anymore—voyeur play hour between nuna and me.
"Ahem..."
Since it had come to this, I decided to go all-in shamelessly. I walked to my computer, booted it up, and pulled up a full-screen photo of Haena nuna I'd snapped earlier and transferred over. Pink dolphin pants and a sleeveless tee that showed off her cleavage—she looked like a pro model, zero hint of surprise despite the candid shot, just pure confidence.
I didn't hesitate, dropping my pants like it was any other 8 PM routine and started stroking my massive cock.
—Stroke. Stroke.
I swiveled the chair halfway toward her so she had a perfect view. The nuna on the monitor looked unflappable, but the one perched on my bed had a hilariously flustered expression. I always thought Haena Im looked hottest when she was thrown off her cool beauty game. Well, she was always hot, but still.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
Despite that flustered face, her eyes were glued to my huge dick. I alternated glances between the photo on screen and the real deal on the bed, jerking steadily.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
"Haa... Haena nuna..."
Her cheeks flushed. The embarrassment vanished, replaced by a hazy gaze as she bit her lower lip and let her hands drift to her breasts and pussy.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
"Haa... Im Haena..."
Probably the rank limits made outright mutual masturbation face-to-face tough. Her previous shower show had relied on her special trait [Self-Justification], but in this blatant setup, even that wouldn't fly. Still, her fidgeting hands screamed arousal.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
"Aa... Nuna..."
She squirmed, then yanked off her top, baring those near-perfect tits. She grabbed them, kneaded, then ditched her pants too. Just panties left. Like she was experimenting with poses to turn me on most, she sprawled on my bed—legs spread wide like begging to be fucked, or ass up in cat pose thrusting toward me.
That was when it hit.
Haena Im's E-rank promotion condition achieved!
Proceed now? Cost: Current Lust 174
Holy shit! It triggered here? Was this her 2-star Exposure Mania kicking in? Lust 174? Guess I wasn't the only one getting horny just looking—she was too.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
"Y-Yeah... so pretty... Nuna..."
Heroine Haena Im Lust change: -174
Heroine Haena Im reaches E-rank.
Newbie Escape
Condition: First E-rank achievement for 2 heroines
Reward: [Special Coin: Ruler of Women's Hearts] [Auto-added to Storage.]
The achievement unlocked a Special Coin as reward. Gotta save that one. I dismissed the alerts to finish what I'd started.
I'd said "yes" to promote by calling her pretty, and thinking I liked the pose, Haena nuna stayed crouched with her tits squeezed together.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
"Nuna... ah... enjoy it too, nuna..."
Now at E-rank, the old restrictions were gone. My words lit the fuse—she peeled off her panties seductively and tossed them at my face. Then she propped my bed pillow against the wall, leaned back, and spread her legs.
"Haaa... haa..."
One hand spread her pink slit wide toward me; the other went to her mouth, slobbered up with saliva, then dove in.
—Squish. Squish.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
"Aa! Nuna!"
"Haaaang!!! Haang!! Kangmo!!"
She always fingered gently inside, maybe thinking it'd hurt her hymen if rough. I'd already applied [Hymen Protection] like with Lea, so she could go wild without pain—but she didn't know that.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
—Squish. Squish.
"Aaaang! Haaaang!! Aaaaaaaang!"
Now one hand plunged her pussy, the other mauled her tits, pinching nipples. God, I wanted to touch those luscious jugs. How soft would they be? Just looking made them feel squishy.
I want to touch them. The insane urge surged.
But no. Last time a tit-grab mid-kiss tanked her arousal. Had to hold back. So tempting, right there—but hold back. That frustration fueled my lust, speeding my strokes.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
—Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Haaaaang! Chup... Ung!! Hngggg!!"
Suddenly, she went full tit-suck—something only huge-breasted girls could pull off. Suckling like sweet milk would pour out, slurping her own nipples wildly. I wanted to devour them too. Shove those pink peaks in my mouth, roll them around. Drag both nipples to my lips and suck like mad. Deep primal urges hammered my brain.
Orgasm building. I stood, grabbed her jaw—that perfect face—and she knew what was coming, closing her eyes and offering her lips.
"Smooch... slurp... haaang... sluuuurp..."
Kissing her didn't stop my stroking.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
—Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Haaaang!! Ha... chuup... churrup... smooch..."
"Slurp... chuuup... smooch. Nuna... I'm gonna cum... can I cum on your tits?"
That blurted out from tangled desires—to grope her tits, reason screaming no, and the crashing climax. She kept fingering, bit her lip, nodded frantically.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
"Haenayaaaa!!!!"
"Uuuung!!"
Calling her name, I erupted. She cupped her tits, kneeling to catch it all.
—Spurt! Splurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Insanely more cum than usual splashed her tits, face, hair—everywhere.
"Huff... huff..."
After savoring the afterglow, she glanced around cautiously and bolted to the bathroom like a fugitive.