First-Time Ecstasy and the Superhuman Applicant
Splash, splash.
"Mm...?"
As I played in the tub with Jung Soo-jin cradled in my arms, she slowly opened her eyes.
"Oppa?"
"Yeah, you're back with us?"
She glanced around for a moment, then tilted her head up to look at me.
"When did I... get in the tub...?"
I chuckled at her dazed expression and stroked her hair.
"You passed out mid-sex, so I cleaned you up a bit."
"Passed out?"
Her eyes gradually focused, and Jung Soo-jin's face flushed red as a ripe persimmon.
"Ahhh... I remember now... My vision just went white all of a sudden..."
"Happens sometimes."
She let out a bubbly sigh, her mouth submerged up to her lips in the bathwater.
"...It was my first time, though."
I couldn't believe my ears for a second.
"What?"
"I said it was my first time!"
Jung Soo-jin averted her gaze and shouted.
"Your first time?"
"Ugh, why'd you have to bring it up?!"
Unable to contain her embarrassment, she punched my chest playfully. Well, she was the one who mentioned it first—didn't think repeating it back would embarrass her this much. Is this the delicate female psyche?
After flailing around for a bit, she stopped and started stroking my chest.
"Seriously... You're the first ideal type I've ever seen in my life, so I went for it..."
"With your looks, Soo-jin, I'd bet you had plenty of decent guys around."
"Hmph. There were tons of annoying ones. But they were all scrawny, and the more I got to know them, the less interested I got."
Her standards were sky-high if I was her type. Makes sense.
Squeeze.
"Ugh..."
"These are insane too... We went twice already, and it's hard again?"
Jung Soo-jin grabbed my dick underwater and asked. I reached out to stroke her soft body in return.
"What do you expect? You're naked and pressed right up against me."
"If only your mouth was as good..."
She grumbled, but a sly smile crept onto her face since she'd hit the nail on the head.
Truth be told, aside from how hot she was, my stamina had skyrocketed to absurd levels. Gotta be thanks to my upgraded stats. Strength? Nah, stamina's tied to vitality, right? I'd cum multiple times, hit the gym, and fucked besides—no fatigue at all. Felt like a total super soldier.
Watching her kick her feet and splash in the tub sparked a sudden curiosity.
"Soo-jin."
"Yeah? What, oppa?"
"Why's your hair and eye color like that?"
"Oh, this?"
She twirled a lock of her hair and said,
"My parents are American."
"Wait, you're American?"
"Nah, just my dad. I prefer Korea. Took my mom's last name."
Pretty unique background. But she didn't seem keen to dive deeper, so I let it drop.
Splash.
Jung Soo-jin hopped out of the tub and dove onto the bed. She flipped over onto her stomach and looked back at me.
"One more round?"
"...Just don't pass out again."
She was clearly deflecting, but I played along. In the end, I only let her rest after she begged me to spare her.
Ring ring ring.
Bustling murmurs filled the busy office. Even with the AC blasting, the air was thick with the staff's fervor.
Employees answered ringing phones here and there, sent documents via fax, and hammered away at keyboards. The conference room in the corner shared the same electric atmosphere.
The man barking orders at a subordinate was none other than Bang Deok-su, the Croco Coach.
"...Do it that way. Filming's next week, and they signed the sponsorship contract yesterday. If it blows up later, it's on us. Aish, what a headache."
Once the subordinate left, he slumped back in his chair and clutched his head.
"No talent around here... Did I bite off more than I can chew again? Sigh..."
About ten years ago, when CrossFit was just hitting Korea, he'd dedicated himself solely to training. A few years back, he'd dreamed of launching his own branded fitness line.
But unlike his acclaimed training career, business wasn't his forte. Food ventures flopped, clothing lines tanked—everything he touched failed. He'd avoided bankruptcy thanks to his hard-earned rep, but this was his last shot.
His new goal: founding an MCN. A bold move in an already saturated market.
Top Beast Survival was the launchpad to prove his MCN's chops.
If this flops too, maybe I'll just retreat to the mountains...
Lee Ji-hyun PD snapped him out of his gloom.
"Coach, time to review the applicants."
"Aigoo, got it. Let's start."
Applicant profiles popped up on the wall-mounted monitor—pre-filtered by staff, weeds already pulled.
The editing team lead's eyes locked on one profile.
"Coach, this guy's three-lift total is insane."
"How much? 800? That's nothing for a powerlifter. No more of those types."
"Thing is... his build's more physique competitor, and he weighs 85kg."
Bang Deok-su's face twisted.
"What nonsense is that? Fake numbers obvious as day. Didn't they filter the profiles properly?"
"There's attachment material. Check it out—visuals look solid from the pics."
"Haa, wasting time... Put it on the monitor."
The editing lead displayed the attachments. Lee Min-ho's submitted video played.
Bang Deok-su, who'd started with a scowl like give me one reason to reject, gradually relaxed into wide-eyed shock.
"No way... This can't be real."
"What's up, Coach?"
Lee Ji-hyun PD, watching beside him, asked. Sure, the guy had a great body and strength, but those weren't unicorns. She didn't get the freakout.
"Kang Sang-won lifted 900 recently, right?"
"Different case. He's a pure powerlifter—different build too. And 85kg? Kang's over 100kg! Unreal. Even 600 would be impressive..."
Bang Deok-su rambled about core muscles and limb proportions, but she boiled it down.
"So, picking this guy guarantees buzz?"
"You're not listening... Haa..."
He sighed, then nodded.
"Buzz for sure. The issue's not hype—it's whether he's legit..."
"Coach, any chance of drugs?"
The editing lead ventured cautiously. Bang Deok-su shot back,
"If those existed, the world'd be full of super soldiers! Anyway... No personal SNS?"
"None."
"I'm pretty connected in this scene—how's this guy a total unknown?"
While the two reeled, the clueless Lee Ji-hyun PD saw opportunity in their shock.
"We have to pick him! Noise marketing or issue-making, he'll blow up."
"But too many unverified parts..."
As the editing lead played conservative, the clip of Lee Min-ho consulting Jung Soo-jin played—handstand pushups, planche, iron bar feats. His jaw slowly dropped.
"Gymnast? That body control..."
"With that physique, he'll look killer on camera. We needed a regular contestant with skills and visuals—this guy's perfect!"
Lee Ji-hyun PD lit up at the footage potential. The editing lead flipped too.
"Coach, it'll generate massive hype. Even if issues pop later, we cash in first."
With even him on board, Bang Deok-su pondered. This was his make-or-break gamble.
He steeled his gaze.
"Alright, let's do it! Make it explode!"
Regular contestants might draw less interest than YouTubers, but balancing with standouts like this was smart. Viewers loved discovering dark horses amid pros—it'd spike curiosity and program hype.
Bang Deok-su slipped Lee Min-ho's application into the accepted pile.