Debt Assumption (3)
What happens when a physically healthy adult man and woman live together for half a year? What happens? They fuck like crazy, obviously.
“Haeun, when did you buy this coffee grounds anyway? The flavor’s all gone.”
“…Two months ago.”
“No wonder. Smells good but tastes like nothing. It’s flavored, huh.”
Seo Haeun chewed on her panini, but no matter what thoughts or resolutions she carried, some things never changed. Even if she tried to live a wholesome roommate life in her own way, other men would only see one thing.
‘Ah, fuck, that lucky bastard. He gets to grope those huge tits and fuck her whenever he goes home.’ They’d be jealous.
Women would think, ‘She likes big guys who match her looks~’
“I’ve got some coffee left at home. I’ll bring it when I move my stuff. It’s not expensive, but I bought it from a decent café, so it’s drinkable.”
“….”
“Grinding it’s a bit annoying, but it stays fresh longer than pre-ground stuff.”
“…You know a lot about this. Doesn’t really suit you.”
“What. You think a guy who looks like me can’t enjoy coffee? Caffeine’s important for people who work out.”
Until yesterday, I had no right to complain about flies buzzing around Seo Haeun. If anything, I was one of those flies myself. But not anymore. No matter how much she hates, loathes, or despises me, we’re living together now, sharing meals from the same pot. It’s one thing to drool over meat someone else has already licked, but trying to sneak a bite? That’s asking for a fight.
Whether I swat those buzzing flies with a flyswatter or burn them alive with fire is entirely up to me. Seo Haeun can meet her prince on a white horse or not—it doesn’t matter. What the fuck can she do about it? She thinks she can date behind the back of the guy she lives with? Not a chance in hell.
“Anyway, finish that and get ready to go out. We’re heading to the gym.”
“…Look, I was going anyway. Can I at least put some clothes on first? This is really uncomfortable.”
“Ah, sorry. I’m just used to walking around naked at home.”
“J-just be careful. I don’t want to get involved with you if I can help it….”
“Hey, it’s just you and me here. What’s there to get involved in? Just close your eyes. I’ll put some clothes on.”
It’s impossible for two people living together not to talk. Closeness of heart doesn’t necessarily follow closeness of body, but usually, when bodies get close, hearts follow. Even in the military, where everyone’s stuffed full of stress, people still call each other brothers. Fighting like cats and dogs is pretty hard when there’s plenty of food and a view of the Han River from the veranda. Of course, with my fucked-up shoulder and bone tumor, I’m officially a national reject, so I’m not sure if that’s true. Either way, I have no intention of starting shit first. Not like before.
“Hmm… I don’t really feel like working out in these clothes. I’ll go home and change. So lend me the card key. I need to take the elevator to move some stuff.”
“….”
“And tell me the door lock code too. You can go to the gym first. If you really want to go together, you can wait.”
“…940919. I’ll give you the card key, so just move your stuff.”
I already knew the door lock password from spying on her yesterday, but I asked anyway now that things had come to this. If the woman I live with finds out I’ve been watching her with creepy eyes, she’ll get creeped out, right? Well, Seo Haeun looks more terrified than creeped out. Thanks to that, she’s easier to handle, so it’s not all bad.
**
Leaving Seo Haeun behind, I stopped by my old place, packed only what I needed into a suitcase, and left it in the hallway. As expected, she hadn’t waited. The house was empty. It was almost moving to think she trusted me enough to leave me alone in an empty house. Unpacking everything right now would take forever, so I left through the front door and headed straight to the gym.
The moment I entered the building, that beige ponytail was impossible to miss. Seo Haeun, wearing loose sweats that covered every inch of skin, was walking slowly on the treadmill like she was crawling.
“Why are you so bundled up today?”
“⋯It’s my choice.”
“Wear a tank top like usual. Ah, leggings would’ve been nice too.”
I walked up beside her, tapped her shoulder, and spoke.
“Don’t touch me! You promised! You already….”
“We’re outside, not at home. Thighs and hips are fine. You looked like you were in pain earlier.”
“I’m fine, so stop touching me!”
When I openly poked her side and hips with my fingers, she reacted with small flinches before stopping the treadmill and glaring at me. But showing that face now only made her look fuckable. I answered her contemptuous expression with a smirk, then placed my palm on her waist and openly stroked downward, teasing her.
“Tell me if it hurts. I spent my whole baseball career doing rehab, so I’m basically an expert at loosening up bodies.”
“Don’t touch me⋯!”
“Come down. I’ll stretch you out.”
It might not matter to unemployed people like us, but today was the weekend. Thanks to that, the gym was packed. And because of that trainer bastard, most of the members were men. Noticing the men glancing our way, she couldn’t refuse loudly, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her off the treadmill. I led her to a spot with a good mirror view, sat her on a mat, and had her bend forward while whispering in her ear.
“⋯Spread your legs a little and reach your hands forward.”
“You⋯!”
“Stretching. Stretching. You’re in pain. Your hips and lower back. ⋯Doesn’t it hurt after doing it like that?”
I openly placed my hand on her side, then slid it down to lightly pinch her thighs and hips. Because her muscles were so tightly knotted, she held her breath and barely managed to stifle a scream. Feeling like she might actually moan if I pushed further, I moved my hand to her back instead, stroking along her spine before pressing my thumb just above her tailbone as I gave instructions.
“Reach your arms forward and stretch your back down. Your hips need that to loosen up.”
“⋯.”
“⋯Hurry up. If you just stay still, this’ll take a while.”
Biting her lips hard as she looked up at me, she eventually couldn’t disobey and began bending her waist obediently. Her face in the mirror drew closer to the mat, and a soft moan escaped, quiet enough that only I could hear. Realizing my erection was now clearly visible through my sweats, I adjusted my waistband to hide it as much as possible.
“Okay, go lower.”
“⋯I can’t⋯.”
“You can.”
“Ugh⋯.”
She’d been pretty flexible during sex, but because of the muscle pain she kept grimacing and protesting. I pressed my thumbs into her lower back, loosening her until her chest touched the floor. The suppressed moans escaped through her nose, and the people who’d been sneaking glances now openly stared at us. Feeling a sense of superiority from their gazes, I pressed down hard on her waist with my thumb to keep her from getting up.
“Hold it for 20 seconds. Breathe in. Breathe out.”
“Haa⋯.”
“Three more breaths. In. Out.”
“⋯Huu⋯.”
Her clothes and the act itself were completely innocent—just stretching—but she was experiencing all kinds of shame, her ears burning redder than they had during her first time. ⋯If she’s already embarrassed by something like this, we’ve got a long way to go. Well, the more intense her reactions, the more interesting it is, so maybe it’s a good thing.
After confirming Seo Haeun had taken five embarrassed breaths in and out, I released the pressure from my thumb and allowed her to rise.
“Haa⋯.”
“Good job. Let’s do it three more times. There are other stretches too, you know?”
“⋯.”
It wasn’t even that hard, yet her cheeks were flushed crimson as she glared at me with teary eyes full of hatred. I responded with a friendly smile, then stroked her back before crouching down to knead her thighs.
“Hey, stop it⋯!”
“I’m just loosening you up. Stay still.”
Startled by my touch, Seo Haeun shook her beige ponytail wildly, whipping her hair at me. Ignoring it, I massaged her thighs more vigorously. Every time a knot loosened, she covered her mouth and tilted her head back. Hey, if you keep doing that, the people around us are gonna get pissed. But since I enjoy pissing people off, I pressed harder to properly work out her muscles.
“⋯Huuu⋯.”
“Even if it hurts, endure it. It’s supposed to hurt.”
Leggings would’ve been hotter, but it’s a bit disappointing. Still, I already know what her bare skin feels like, so I can imagine it well enough even through the sweats. Unable to run away and unable to scream, Seo Haeun stared at the ceiling with eyes full of shame, covering her mouth with her hand while I massaged her to my heart’s content.
Seo Haeun, being massaged by me, was now breaking out in a cold sweat, pouring all her concentration into barely holding back her moans. And the more embarrassed she became, the stronger the stares from the people around us grew.
“Alright, loosened up enough. Lie down again. Reach your arms out.”
Whether she thought hiding her face against the floor was better or simply couldn’t endure having her thighs teased in front of others, Seo Haeun didn’t talk back this time. Even as I made her do the same stretch, she stayed silent, pinned down by my single thumb, pressing her chest to the ground while letting out those lewd breaths only for me to hear.
“⋯.”
⋯This is why gyms are great. A place where showing off your body is acceptable. A place where you can get away with sneaky skinship under the excuse of exercise. I sneered inwardly at the trainer bastard who was glaring at us with murderous eyes. I could almost understand why he got so worked up whenever female members came in.