Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Gym (3)
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A lewd scent.
A musky aroma wafting from her body, stirring up arousal in anyone who caught it.
Proof that the woman was excited.
I could tell exactly what state lay beneath those heated tennis shorts without even looking.
Humid and damp, the humidity rising.
Every time my fingers brushed her, Choi Ye-won's legs trembled faintly.
To get off on something like this.
No matter how much I'd stimulated her erogenous zones, she was reacting way too easily.
As her friend, I was worried.
What if a pervert like you goes into heat just from a light touch?
She needed some correction.
"What's wrong?"
When I asked casually, her flushed face turned to glare at me.
"D-don't touch me. Th-this is a crime."
"I know. It's something I shouldn't do. But that only applies to normal people."
My fingers grazed her bare thigh.
"For a pervert who gets aroused from just a light poke like this, isn't it more like a reward?"
"Y-you... you... "
"Didn't you want to finish what we started at the board game cafe?"
"Th-that's not it."
"Then why have you been avoiding me?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"The professor told me. You gave up your lunch break to prepare materials for a meeting you didn't even have to attend. That's not like you."
Last time we'd met, she'd been complaining about hating the research lab.
Grousing that the professor worked her too hard, yet now she was volunteering for more?
It didn't add up.
She couldn't respond easily, as if I'd hit the nail on the head.
"I-I just thought I should study harder... "
"Liar."
My face drew closer to hers.
Choi Ye-won's sweat, thick with female pheromones, teased my nose.
A complex, subtle mix of perfume, body wash, sweat, and pheromones.
Her body emanating a scent that turned men into beasts.
"You smell seriously slutty."
"Wh-what? Are you insane?"
I traced my finger over Choi Ye-won's sweat-slicked bare skin.
Her body, sensitized from the workout, twitched.
"If you don't scream here, no one would even notice if I hit you."
Anticipation flickered across Choi Ye-won's face at my whisper.
The hope that maybe I'd spank her.
Wasn't that too lewd an expression for a woman who'd just denied it?
I pressed my index finger to her thigh.
Then I extended my middle finger a bit further, like it was walking.
The middle finger touched a slightly more humid spot.
Fingers walking inward like little people.
"Haa, haa."
Choi Ye-won stared intently at my fingers.
Her eyes wide, face full of excitement, waiting for the next step.
To me, it was just a small gesture, but to her, it felt like a giant leap.
No one watching Neil Armstrong land on the moon had looked that desperate.
When my fingers paused abruptly, Choi Ye-won twitched her hips.
Shaking her waist up and down as if begging for more. I watched her.
Even as my fingers slipped slyly into her tennis shorts, she showed no sign of pushing my hand away.
"Still denying it even now?"
"Th-this is just... um... "
"What excuse are you trying to make?"
"I-I'm trying to escape. From your perverted touch... "
"Really? Alright, then. I'll stop here."
I pulled my hand away from her leg.
My fingers had reached the crease between her inner thigh and pelvis. Now they retreated.
A bit disappointing.
Two more steps, and I'd have reached the garden of dreams.
I could've touched her soaked insides.
But this was one step back for a great advance.
"Ah."
A regretful sigh escaped her.
Already conditioned to the sensation, Choi Ye-won looked at me with a frustrated face.
Her eyes scolded me for stopping here.
"You said you hated it. I don't force it on people who say no."
"Th-then everything until now... "
She shut her mouth, about to argue.
A show of will not to get caught in more wordplay.
"I-I want to work out, so focus on that."
"Got it. I'll lower the weight and spot you."
"F-finally in the mood to do it properly?"
"I've been serious this whole time."
"... "
She gathered her strength and pulled the machine inward.
Her thighs tensed, pelvis closing.
Her widely spread legs came together, hiding the Y-zone that had been exposed.
Though the tennis shorts had kept it from showing properly anyway.
Choi Ye-won, unable to focus on the workout, glanced at me.
I stood a step back, calmly counting reps.
Her face showed surprise that I was really doing nothing.
From now on, I didn't even need to touch her.
I had the power to arouse her without laying a hand on.
The ability to stimulate her with the arousal she'd felt from me.
From now on, she'd feel unwanted pleasure popping up like a sudden ad while watching Nutube.
'Set it so she repeatedly feels the pleasure Choi Ye-won just experienced.'
The message popped up as if it had been waiting.
And then.
"Eek!"
Was it the unexpected pleasure?
As Choi Ye-won pulled the machine with force, a lewd squeal escaped her lips.
Her strength gave out, and her legs spread wide.
If she hadn't frantically covered her mouth in shock, the sound would've carried to everyone around.
Luckily for her, with the music and earphones, most people didn't hear her moan.
"Ye-won, you okay?"
I hurried over to her.
"Wh-what did you do to me?"
"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything."
I'd been standing back, just counting her reps and spotting.
There was no way I could've done something.
"N-no, definitely just now... "
"What? What happened?"
"Ha-eut!"
Choi Ye-won curled up, feeling the pleasure my fingers had given earlier.
The problem was her legs were fixed wide on the machine; she couldn't close them even if she wanted to.
"W-wait... M-my body's acting weird."
"Are you still getting off from what happened earlier?"
"N-no, that's not it... Hii-eut."
Another twitch from the relentless Sponsored pleasure.
Because her erogenous zones kept getting stimulated?
The new hashtag was gradually turning red.
And then.
The intensely glowing hashtag caught my eye.
Even in this situation, she was feeling it.
She was genuinely aroused by being forced, unable to properly resist.
Wanting to close her legs but unable to.
She could just get up, but her legs were too weak. She trembled in place, unable to stand.
"You okay?"
"J-Jinwoo... "
Ye-won's eyes welled up.
"I-I can't... can't get up. Haa-eut!"
Her body jerked again, as if invisible fingers were poking her.
How erotic she looked, twitching helplessly.
Ye-won was the strongest person I knew, physically and mentally.
One of the few friends I could rely on.
The friend who'd always believed in me when I was in trouble.
Now that friend was looking up at me with teary eyes, on the verge of tears.
A vulnerable side she'd never show normally. It drove me crazy.
My heart raced with the thrill of taboo.
"Help me... "
I approached the pleading Ye-won and whispered low.
"Then say it honestly. That you came from my touch."
"I-in this situation... "
"You felt it. And that's why you're in heat. You can't lift the weight you usually handle so easily... Isn't it because your strength gave out from the pleasure?"
She couldn't answer.
"...Yeah."
"Can't hear you well."
"I felt it. I came from your hand, so please... "
She bit her lower lip urgently.
"Help me up."
Choi Ye-won raised both hands, begging me.
Something was off.
From the moment she ran into Kim Jinwoo at the gym, her body had felt strange.
Was it because of the kiss mark lingering on her chest?
Because of her day's schedule to avoid him?
Because it was a completely unexpected encounter?
She didn't know.
Whatever the reason, just having him in front of her made her heart pound.
It wasn't solely because of those things. That much was certain.
Kim Jinwoo's workout clothes clung tightly to his body.
His well-defined muscles were on full display without a single gap.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from that masculine figure.
She'd seen a few guys at the gym in similar outfits.
Every time, she'd thought:
'Why do they wear stuff like that?'
Disgusting.
It was an eyesore.
Not because their bodies weren't nice?
No, that was separate.
She just didn't want to see it.
No interest in some random guy's exposed body. Why should she have to look?
She'd come here to focus on her workout.
That's why she cared about her own gym attire too.
Rash guard and tennis pants.
The optimal workout clothes that covered her chest and hips as much as possible.
Great mobility, everything covered.
The kiss mark bothered her, but that wasn't the only reason she wore it.
She'd once worn a tank top and leggings.
But then the annoying guys buzzing around her multiplied.
When she gymmed with Kim Jinwoo, no one dared approach. But the moment he enlisted and her spot emptied, they swarmed.
If the gym owner hadn't intervened, she'd have quit.
So she could easily refute his question about wearing the rash guard because of the kiss mark. He didn't believe her.
Workout clothes were tools to aid effective training.
Not for flaunting sex appeal.
That's what she'd thought.
'It's seriously hot.'
Every time Kim Jinwoo lifted the machine, his muscles rippling, she lost her focus.
She stared blankly at his forearms, his chest.
Even sneaked peeks at his back muscles subtly visible through the tight fabric, missing her workout cues.
It was hot.
A man's body was hotter than she'd imagined.
None of the disgust she'd felt seeing other guys' bodies.
And yet.
"If you don't scream here, no one would even notice if I hit you."
When she snapped to, Kim Jinwoo was smirking slyly, pressing his finger to her thigh.
How did it come to this?
She didn't know.
One thing was clear.
Kim Jinwoo's fingers.
The touch and warmth on her thigh felt good.
But admitting it felt like admitting she was a pervert, so she denied it.
"Really? Alright, then. I'll stop here."
How disappointing when he pulled his fingers from her leg.
She couldn't show it.
She wasn't a pervert.
So why did it keep coming back?
"Hngh!!"
Every time she exerted force for the workout, the ticklish sensation from his touch replayed vividly.
She tried forcing it down for the exercise, but it didn't work.
The ticklish pleasure crawling up her spine.
Inner thigh.
The sensation teasing right up to the edge near her pelvis, then stopping with a poke. It drove her mad.
If only it'd reached inside.
Then she could've properly climaxed.
This teasing, just short sensation.
Knowing it was exactly where he'd touched made her hyper-aware.
It felt like only Kim Jinwoo could give her that near-climax tease.
He's making me weird.
She looked at Kim Jinwoo, smiling leisurely.
Smirking like he knew exactly her state.
From that day.
After the board game cafe.
He'd changed blatantly.
Still the same Kim Jinwoo.
But now, acutely aware of him as a man.
A beast.
"Help me... "
"Then say it honestly. That you came from my touch."
Teasing.
"You felt it."
Why'd you turn so teasing?
You weren't like this.
And yet.
I don't hate this side either.
"I felt it. I came from your hand, so please... "
Her heart pounded.
She couldn't properly look at Kim Jinwoo's face.
Bit her lower lip to steady herself.
Or she'd go insane.
"Help me up."
"I'll support you."
Kim Jinwoo draped her hand over his shoulder to help her up.
"Ah."
His piercing male pheromone scent made her head spin.
'What do I do?'
I'm soaked.
My legs won't work.
"Boss, mind if we use the staff break room?"
"Go ahead."
With the boss's okay, Kim Jinwoo whispered in her ear.
"Let's continue there."
"...Yeah."
Her heart raced with anticipation.
How far will we go?
Is he really going all the way this time?
Her chest swelled.