Exclusive Bitch No. 1 Get♪

The next day, unlike usual, I arrived at the gym a bit late. It was still warm-up time, so there were quite a few people around. I did some light stretching, then combined strength training with cardio.

"Hoo, ha! Hoo, ha!"

Faster, even faster. No wasted movements. Keep my breathing steady, unbroken. And faster, gradually faster.

'It's always tough during, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but so rewarding after.'

I'd run to the gym as well, so I caught my breath before heading in. After finishing with stretching, I checked my gear. Someone approached.

"Um, you're Si-hyeok hyung, right? I'm new here!"

"Yeah, nice to meet you. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Here to learn?"

"Uh, various things. Could you spar MMA with me properly?"

"Sure."

No big deal. But why hide his specialty? Mediocre guys always did that.

"I won't wear a headgear, though. That's for amateurs, right?"

He finished with a smirk. His pale face and slit-like eyes were seriously off-putting. Too looks-ist? Come on, everyone's a looks-ist deep down. I shrugged.

"Yeah, I don't either usually."

"Oh, we match well then. Let's go."

We put on gloves and mouthpieces, headed to the cage. As I inserted mine, something felt off. Not the feel—the smell.

'Huh? Imagination? Smells weird.'

Strange. I always kept it clean. Worn out maybe? I pondered for a sec. He bowed his head.

"Please take care of me!"

"Yeah."

The new coach reffed. Gave us warnings, stepped back.

"Ready? Ready? Fight!"

I advanced first. He extended his fist casually—glove touch request. As I went to tap, whoosh! I reflexively jerked my head back. He'd faked the touch into a hook.

He switched stance instantly, throwing a jab.

'Decent hand speed.'

Plus, he varied: orthodox boxing in orthodox stance, Muay Thai stand-up strikes in southpaw. I sized him up.

'But too much weight on the lead leg.'

I threw a jab on purpose. Double it, feint a takedown by dipping. He dodged. Again. Then he twitched his knee, threw a check hook.

'Tried a knee kick but switched to hook fearing grab?'

I smirked, switched to southpaw, calf kicked. Crack! Hit clean. He gritted teeth, pressed forward. Jab-jab-hook combo. I weaved away. Threw my own one-two to close, clinched.

"Hoo, hick!"

He squirmed out back. Hated grappling, obvious half-assed guy. I immediately calf kicked again. No openings given.

"Eek!"

He kept staggering. Couldn't even block kicks properly.

'Boxing guy. Figures.'

Prediction spot-on. My chest cooled. Tried takedown again. As he backed and I rose, headbutt!

'Oh really?'

Snapped head aside. Quick step to side, took his back. Slammed underarm. "Ugh!"

"This is how you fight."

Kneed both thighs rapid-fire. Tightened arms digging underarm. Hoisted, slammed him. Mounted, wrist control, transitioned to rear naked choke.

"Ugh, uuk!"

Stubborn hold, then tapped. Won again. Boring. Stood, coach reffing gawked.

"That kid had 5-0 pro boxing record. Impressive!"

"This ain't a boxing ring."

Coolly said, walked out. Sighing, eyes drifted to another cage. Seung-hee sparring a foreign woman. Onlookers buzzed.

"From Dagestan?"

"Yeah, rumor says trained at Khabib's gym."

"Even Seung-hee..."

"Bad matchup."

But reality differed.

'Huh, what?'

Seung-hee unleashed flashy, overwhelming offense. Her long reach cornered the foe, no escape gaps, relentless pressure.

'Her specialties: Taekwondo and jiu-jitsu. Those long limbs trap you.'

Foe failed escape, wild hooks for strikes. Seung-hee slipped with upper body, calf kick. Thud! Foe grabbed it, eyes gleamed, swept support leg. Seung-hee fell, foe charged victorious.

But whoosh, twist! Fearless, Seung-hee rolled into sumi gaeshi.

"Ack!"

Foe down. Seung-hee clung like a leech, ground control swallowing her like quicksand. Foe sensed doom, gave back to stand.

Squeeze! Body lock with legs, went for rear naked. 'Not bad.' Foe wasn't amateur—rolled before lock set, half-escaped. As she rose, breath cut off. Seung-hee had spun to front on her back, guillotine choke.

"Uuk, kuh!"

Flailing foe collapsed, tapped. I doubted my eyes.

'Whoa, Seung-hee this good?'

She had potential, but this dominant? Foe barely landed anything. Stunned watching, sweat-drenched Seung-hee exited cage.

"Oh? Late today?"

"Yeah. Damn, that was impressive."

"Me? Nah. Compared to you."

"Seriously cool. You shone."

Pure praise. She stared shocked, scratched head. Rare awkward smile.

"Uh, y-yeah. Thanks! Hehe."

"Seung-hee?"

"Ah, hot. Gotta shower!"

Rushed to showers, tripped midway.

"Aack! Ah, who left a sandbag here, haha."

No sandbag. She bolted without looking back. Watching her, a breeze stirred in my chest.

'What's this feeling?'

Helped others train. Felt like trying something new. Whatever emotion, time would tell.

'I'll figure it out.'

Sighed, checked time. Late. Helped a few more, showered, left gym.

'Not heading home yet. Might as well see and hear from her.'

Called Hee-joo. Picked up immediately.

20 minutes later, met Hee-joo at Central Park. She approached beaming.

"Message delivered!"

"That punk?"

"Ji-hoon's sending underlings to find you."

"So he's solo for a bit?"

"Yes!"

"Good girl. Time for REWARD. Let's go."

Led her to nearby alley. She pressed against me softly.

"Whatcha doing here? Hehe."

"Giving your reward."

Deserted alley, trash scattered from passersby. Damp, dark—we faced each other. Dropped pants. Reflexively, she knelt.

"Hehe, missed your cock, oppa. For real♡"

"Eat up."

"Always so big. Hehe, oppa. What's with Romi?"

"Bodyguard."

"Doesn't seem it, but I'll believe you. Huh."

Lewd bitch smile, pulled down my underwear. Erect meat sprang out, twitching up-down, musky male scent.

"Haa, so cute. Huge cock♡"

Kissed glans like lips. Started smooching, teasing head. Novel sensation roughened my breath. First non-Romi girl tasting my dick.

'Different from Romi. Every girl blows different?'

Hee-joo stroked shaft gently with both hands, petting a dog or cat. Mouth slowly engulfed head. Lips parted softly, consuming glans.

"Slurp♡ Mmm! Hehe, yummy♡"

Hot, thick—perfect for sucking. Tiny mouth took head, smiling like she owned the world.

"Mmph♡ Hngt! So big, thick, hng♡ Peachy scent, mmph♡"

Drunk-slut face licking head like dog on gum. Speed ramped. Eyes glazed over.

'Fuck, melting my dick. Shit, tongue bumps so sensitive!'

Savored blowjob, exhaled. Tears welled as she bobbed. Tongue play awkward at first, but smoothed: cleaned every corner, tickled urethra teasingly.

'First time, but skilled. Genius?!'

Looked up, kept sucking. Teasingly lifted top.

'No bra!'

Cute awkward sucking face adorable, but those big pretty tits peeking clumsily from tee—nice size, shape, feel! Plus her flushed face.

"Hee-joo, hng, you're so pretty."

"Pwetty♡ Sudden, haa, say that and I'll, hng♡ cum♡"

Glared, circled tongue cleaning head. Bobbed with awkward smile. Stroked her hair, slowly gripped.

Like submission ritual, she savored faithfully.

"Haa, hotter, yeah, more!"

Like addicted, lost in glans. Slow hip thrusts.

"Hohp, chuohp♡ Heek, jaw hurts. Slurp slurp♡ Weirdly sweet, yummy."

"Really? Haa, deeper, deeper!"

"Hebyurp! Hngt, hootsup♡ Slurp pop♡ Conquered by big dog owner feeeel♡"

Swallowed head to shaft. Deeper, then esophagus blocked—tears welled. But eyes crinkled happily. Born bitch.

'This slut's mine?'

Looking down, unknown ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠emotion exploded. Wanted to cum in her mouth. Pussy not necessary. Just release seed. Only thought.

"Grah, Hee-joo!"

Grabbed hair, yanked. Hip-fucked. Squelch squelch!Splurt spluuurt! Piston like pussy. First time, no technique—just porn/hentai mimic. Clumsy, but.

"Hngk, hebep♡"

"Heuk, haa, hoo!"

Pure emotion, shook hips wildly. Head rammed esophagus, throbbed.

"Oguk, wai… khek! Ubop, heuk♡"

"Haa, heuk, Hee-joo, biting like that! Keuk!"

Startled by thrusts, she bit. But too thick, minimal pain. Even that stimulated. Horny dog, ravaged head. Squelch thrust!Stab stab!

Stuck midway, couldn't retreat or advance. Tearful helpless face. Eyes still smiling, crinkled like crescent moons.

'So fucking lewd face!'

Lips clenched tight, refusing to release. Something snapped inside. Maniacally gripped hair, shook. Powered deep, violent hips. Stab squish!Squelch grind! Heart pounding, breath ragged.

Eyes met. Dark alley, only our sounds dominating.

"Ubup♡ Kkureuk, hehep♡ Hogook♡"

One emotion in her eyes: ready bitch eyeing tasty stud. Bitch smile boiled my balls. Climax neared.

"Ubbut, hebuhk♡ Kkphuruk! Master's cock best! Hek, mmph♡ Chup♡"

Bitching sounds, face flushed limit. Time to end. Deliver seed. Warm eye-smile, whispered.

"Ha, Hee-joo, heuk, Hee-joo… gonna cum."

"Uu, eburlup♡ Hup hup♡"

"Drink all my cum!"

Thrust hard. Balls trembled, explosion rocked body. Blacked briefly. Spluuurt!Gurgle glug!Spurt spurt! Emptied fully. Finished, she opened mouth.

"Bwehehe♡"

Smiled seductively, swallowed all. Back-alley whore vibe. Wanted to devour her more. But not just carrot.

"Hoo."

Cleaned up, stood. She fixed hair, eyes met—dropped gaze.

"Hey, don't act awkward."

"Y-yes?"

"Be natural. Faking life's for devs."

"Just shy around you. O-okay."

"Cute. C'mon, more talk."

"Yes! Hehe, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my treat coffee!"

Beaming Hee-joo, left alley. Headed to busy street with her. Wanted leisurely day-end, like coffee break.