Chapter 22
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 22: Jiu-Jitsu (4)
Kang Yu-ri, a high school senior about to start the semester, was currently thrilling at a sensation she had never felt in her life.
'Wow...'
She savored the heavy weight crushing down on her belly.
'F*cking good...'
First time feeling this in her life.
The boys at school, or men she bumped into on the street, were all so frail they looked like they'd break if tapped. Even when hugged, they only felt soft and sinking like cotton candy.
So when she heard a man was coming to the gym for a trial, she was skeptical. Thought he'd tire out quickly and drop out, or get overwhelmed by the energy and go home crying.
But this Oppa is different.
Solid.
His chest presses down on hers, feeling like being pinned by a rock. The size of the pelvis transmitted to the inside of her thighs wrapping his waist, and the broad shoulders are on a different dimension.
Above all...
'His strength is no joke?'
Felt it when he escaped mount earlier too, but the core strength bouncing off momentarily while pretending not to use strength was extraordinary. Felt with her whole body that he was going easy on purpose.
'Smell is good too...'
Not sweat smell, but a refreshing soap smell as if he just washed.
Yu-ri unwittingly put more strength into her thighs and tightened him firmly. Then she felt the man in her arms flinch and stiffen his body.
Muscles tensed tight. Rough breathing trying to endure. And the minutely trembling body.
Every single reaction stimulated Yu-ri's sadism and possessiveness.
'Cute...'
Want to eat him up.
Want to keep this huge and solid man under me, no, on top of me and fondle him to my heart's content.
Yu-ri slyly raised the corners of her mouth and thought.
'This Oppa, I claim him.'
Expressions of other members envying too.
Did they hear the declaration in my heart?
The eyes of unnis watching us while pretending to practice drills nearby were unusual.
'That girl, flirting already at that young age.'
'Ah, should have gotten a blue belt too. Dying of unfairness.'
Stinging gazes stabbed into her back. Hmph, if unfair exercise more. I brushed Oppa's shoulder pretending to adjust his uniform collar once more as if showing off. Solid. Thrilling.
Just then, the Master clapped her hands.
Clap clap!
"Now, technique class ends here for today! Good work everyone!"
"Good work!"
"Let's finish by taking a group photo first. Gather up!"
The national rule of Jiu-Jitsu gyms, group photo time.
Rumble.
Members flocked to the center of the mat like a zombie horde. And very naturally, like iron filings attracted to a magnet, they started forming a formation centered around Jin-hyuk Oppa.
"Jin-hyuk-ssi please stand in the middle."
At the Master's words, Oppa stood in the middle.
I quickly threw my body and took the best spot on Oppa's left. My right shoulder and Oppa's left forearm adhered closely.
'Nice.'
On the opposite side an office worker unni, behind a middle schooler stuck. Everyone managing their expressions but it was obvious they were cheering inside.
"Now, taking it! One, two, three! Jiu-Jitsu!"
Click.
The moment the flash popped, I tilted my head slightly towards Oppa. A strangely addictive scent mixed with shampoo and faint sweat hit me.
'Ha... really don't want to send him home.'
After the photo shoot, the Master opened her mouth again.
"Now, regular class is over. Those leaving can go, those sparring can stay."
The rule here is simple. Autonomous sparring after class. Time for those who want to roll to stay.
Usually, it's the timing where half go home saying "Aigo, my aching body". But today...
No one moves.
Everyone immobile as if glue was applied to their soles. Eyes were burning. Goal is only one.
The Master asked Oppa with a troubled expression.
"Um... Jin-hyuk-ssi are you... going to spar?"
Instantly, the air inside the gym stopped.
30 members including me swallowed hard.
'Please.'
I offered a prayer close to a scream in my heart.
'Please say yes. Don't just go. Let's mix just one more time with me. Huh? Please...'
Feel like I won't sleep tonight if I send him like this. Wanted to feel that solid body properly just one more time. Whether technique or strength, desire to mix bodies with him boiled.
The Master added while gauging Oppa's mood.
"If you do... for safety, how about trying lightly with me first, and if you think it's okay, try with other members."
Volunteering to be the food taster basically. Abusing Master authority unfairly. Well, safety is first so can't help it.
Oppa shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes, don't mind. Let's do it."
"......!"
As soon as that answer fell, sighs of relief and suppressed cheers burst out from all over the gym.
"Nice..."
"Good thing I skipped overtime today."
Everyone started taking out mouthguards from bags and preparing for battle. I quickly retied my hair tie too.
Oppa walked out to the center of the mat. Opposite him, the Master stood fixing her belt.
'Master, please go easy... don't hurt him, do moderately and pass him over.'
I watched the two with a nervous heart.
"Start!"
Sparring started with the command.
The Master sat on the mat familiarly.
Open Guard with hips down and legs spread.
At a glance, might look like a defenseless posture lying on the floor. But I know. That is a spider web. Enter rashly and you'll get tangled in those legs, lose balance and get flipped easily.
I watched holding my breath. Usually beginners try to push those legs away with strength, or hesitate and get caught.
But then.
Tap.
Oppa's foot lightly kicked the mat.
"Uh?"
It was instant. The moment the Master reached out to grab the pants collar, Oppa stepped off-beat and slipped past the side of the legs.
Guard Pass.
Before the Master's legs could cut the air, Oppa's upper body pressed the Master's chest.
Side Mount.
"......!"
Low exclamations burst among members. Too fast. Agile unfitting for the size.
But the surprise didn't end there.
Oppa didn't stop. As the Master tried to make space by moving hips, he went over the head like flowing water taking North-South position, then moved to the opposite side.
Movement slippery as if soaped.
And without giving a gap, put his knee on the Master's solar plexus.
Knee on Belly.
In that state naturally crossed the leg, and climbed on top of the Master's belly.
Full Mount.
"Wow..."
Exclamation flowed out of my mouth automatically.
It was strange. Originally in Jiu-Jitsu if you move that fast, center of gravity usually floats. Gaps increase so it's easy to get swept and flipped if the person below taps. That's common sense.
But Oppa... doesn't flip.
Fast but heavy. Moves like a feather but sinks like a lump of lead the moment he settles.
Perplexity appeared on the face of the Master pinned underneath. A weight incomprehensible even with Brown Belt experience.
The Master urgently bounced her waist and extended legs to catch even Half Guard. But Oppa, as if he already knew the path, turned his pelvis and blocked the legs.
Rather, isolated the Master's arm and pressured in.
Reverse tour (Turning the tables).
Eventually, the Master's hand tapped Oppa's back and the mat urgently.
Tap, tap!
"Tap! Tap!"
Silence settled in the gym.
Sparring time barely 2 minutes.
First time seeing a sight where the Brown Belt Master, no matter the weight class difference, tapped so helplessly, and at super speed at that.
"Wow... Crazy..."
Someone muttered a small curse. My mouth opened without realizing.
"What the? Why is a man so good?" "First time seeing Master lose that fast..."
Members' eyes grew big as if to tear.
"Huff, huff..."
The released Master was also lying on the mat looking at the ceiling with an expression of disbelief. Soul left the body expression.
But the winner Oppa's expression was strange.
Oppa got up and tidied his disheveled uniform, smacking his lips tsk. Far from happy about beating the Master, looked clearly uncomfortable and dissatisfied.
'What is it? Not satisfied?'
Catching a Brown Belt and still disappointed? Wow, really exploding with coolness.
The Master lifted her upper body and asked. Hand sweeping back sweat-wet bangs was trembling minutely.
"Jin-hyuk-ssi... You are extremely good. Not just good level... excuse me but what was your original belt?"
Gaze focused. Everyone swallowed saliva.
Oppa scratched the back of his neck as if troubled for a moment, then tossed out.
"Ah... that... um... Purple."
"......?!"
The Master's eyes grew as big as king bells.
"Uh... wait a moment. Didn't you say earlier you did it since elementary school and quit soon after entering high school?"
"Ah.. Yes.. Correct.. Got it in 1st year of high school, and quit not long after."
Oppa nodded as if it was nothing special.
"Wow... I understand.. You really were a skilled person."
The Master clicked her tongue and shook her head.
Face that received some huge shock. Expression like a scientist seeing an alien.
I blinked next to them.
'Purple? So what?'
Of course I know Purple Belt is high. One step above me (Blue). Know colored belts are hard to get too.
But Master is Brown right? Higher than Purple so why so surprised? Is getting it in 1st year of high school that amazing? What, Jiu-Jitsu gifted education or something?
Don't know well, but no need to think complicatedly.
Won against Master too. Skills are dope. Body is good.
Then what's left?
I wanna do it too!!
I want to mix bodies, tangle, and roll with that Oppa too!