010. D-grade Fitness Scandal (Cha Ye-rin)
010. D-grade Fitness Scandal (Cha Ye-rin)
Cha Ye-rin tightened the hair she had tied up high and adjusted the waistband of her leggings.
The figure in the mirror was, as always, perfect. Flawless skin, an impeccable posture, a firm gaze.
Yet today, her own reflection felt peculiarly precarious. There was only one reason.
Song Jae-pil.
Just thinking of that name put her in a strange mood. While her insides felt hot, her mood soured.
She was well aware that that damn bastard Song Jae-pil was targeting her.
The cold gaze he showed when signing the contract on the first day, the relaxed curl of his lips when proposing the bet. Cha Ye-rin could read at least that much.
The problem was what came next. Beyond the Magic Mirror, Song Jae-pil was having sex with a new VVIP, Park Su-jin.
She couldn't stop herself from watching that sex.
"Kyahaahng-! Babe, you're amazing!"
"Of course, I'm pretty amazing when it comes to dicks."
"Just how good is your stamina? Did you know you've already cum five times in a row?"
"Shall we try for a sixth then?"
Watching a client engage in sexual acts—it was the kind of behavior she despised most.
And yet, she was the one doing it.
Squish, squelch, haauuuup-!
When Song Jae-pil's hand swept down Park Su-jin's back.
When sticky gasps burst from Park Su-jin's mouth. Cha Ye-rin couldn't regain her senses. It was just sex massage to fulfill a desire she wanted to hide, nothing more.
But didn't it seem like those two weren't just chasing pleasure, but were actually making something akin to real love?
"Haa... haa......."
She was disgusted with herself. Her own pathetic state, swallowing saliva repeatedly while sneaking peeks at other people's sex and groping her own chest, made her nauseous.
She tried to turn her head away, swallowing the self-loath that rose to her throat, but her body had long since slipped beyond the control of reason.
"Again? At this rate, I might not be going back after a massage, but after making my pussy all swollen."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"You're right. That's why I like you. You know me too well."
She couldn't figure out what kind of human Song Jae-pil was. That was the part driving her crazy the most.
It was all the same person, yet it all felt like different people. If she tried to grasp him, he slipped away like mist; if she tried to let go, she felt he might bite her neck at any moment.
As the days passed, the color drained from Cha Ye-rin's face. Her sleep became shallow. When her eyes opened at 3 a.m., she would toss and turn looking at the ceiling, unable to fall back asleep.
The afterimage of Song Jae-pil wouldn't leave her mind.
At the center, she still wore her perfect mask, but beneath it, exhaustion was spreading.
Finally, all business hours ended. When the staff gave their farewells and the center's door closed.
"You're ready, I presume?"
The space now held only the two of them. Cha Ye-rin walked toward the massage room of her own volition. She stepped into that massage room—a place she wouldn't have set foot in before, considering it disgusting.
Opening the door, soft indirect lighting and the thick scent of Ylang-Ylang oil washed over her.
"Let's begin."
Song Jae-pil took off his top and spoke in an unreadable, dry tone.
With a stiff expression, Cha Ye-rin lay face down on the bed. The orange lamp illuminated her smooth back, and the first bet began.
The moment Song Jae-pil's hot palms touched Cha Ye-rin's shoulders, her entire body stiffened rigidly.
It was a reflexive defense mechanism. She gritted her teeth. Her nails dug into her palms, leaving red marks.
'Absolutely... I won't fall. Not to this bastard.'
However, the massage was unexpectedly normal. Back, shoulders, neck. It followed a textbook trajectory. The temperature of the oil was appropriately warm and pleasant, and Song Jae-pil's hands accurately located the knotted muscles.
The tension in her shoulders loosened ever so slightly, ever so minutely. And that slight bit was the beginning of the trap Song Jae-pil had set.
Just as he had done with Kim Hye-jin, Song Jae-pil never crossed the line. No, to be precise, he was tightrope-walking right on it.
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'I thought he'd go straight for the pussy.'
My preconceived notion that he would naturally head that way was proven wrong. It was the same even as he turned my body over.
The palm moving down along my ribs barely grazed the side curve of my chest. Was it a touch, or just a graze? It was a dizzying distance impossible to distinguish by sensation alone.
The chest massage also avoided the nipples. But the warmth from his fingertips lingering around the periphery was undeniably felt.
"Hahk...."
Cha Ye-rin's breath hitched. She bit her lips until they nearly bled, suppressing her moans. She didn't want to let a bastard like him hear her moans.
Jae-pil's hand, having moved down to her inner thigh, traced the crease of her groin slowly. Even there, there was no direct touch.
But her body had already begun to betray her. Her reason was screaming and rejecting, but the nerves beneath her skin were going wild of their own accord, following Song Jae-pil's gestures.
Every time his hand passed near her chest, every time it brushed her inner thigh, her pussy would twitch and secrete slick.
Two selves fought a desperate battle in her mind.
'Just throw it all away. Then you'll be at ease.'
'No! You can't give your noble first time to this whore-mongering bastard. Hold on!'
Conflicting emotions clashed. Neither could win, neither could lose. To surrender was to lose, to hold on was to go insane.
How much time had passed? Song Jae-pil's massage gradually became more blatant. And Cha Ye-rin's body was perfectly conquered.
Her pussy throbbed and gushed slick, her nipples stood stiff from excitement, and stimulation surged every time his hand grazed her.
"Haaauuung...."
A searing breath she could no longer hold back leaked like a thin thread between her lips. Her fingers gripped the massage bed. Her entire body was screaming, desperately yearning for release.
And just when she felt she had truly reached her limit.
The hands stopped.
It was sudden. Without any warning, the warmth flowing over her back evaporated.
Swish-
The sound of Song Jae-pil picking up a towel and wiping the oil from his hands was heard.
"We're finished."
Cha Ye-rin's brain couldn't properly comprehend those words.
Finished? With what?
Her thought processes had stalled. Her whole body was burning up as if about to explode any second, her groin was soaked, her nipples were hard, her heart was pounding roughly.
"Finished?"
Song Jae-pil was standing beside the massage bed, looking down at Cha Ye-rin. When Cha Ye-rin turned her head to look up, she saw the expression floating on his face.
"Ah, you endured the first massage splendidly."
His tone was light. So casual it was confusing even to Cha Ye-rin.
"The Director is truly amazing, as expected. You'll never lose to a man like me, is that it?"
It was a compliment dripping with mockery. Before Cha Ye-rin could part her trembling lips to speak, Song Jae-pil left the massage room, as if his job there was completely done.
Bang-
The door closed, leaving Cha Ye-rin alone in the massage room below. Her entire body craved sex, but the man who had driven her to this state had vanished.
Confusion, anger, and the pitiful shame that followed.
And at the very bottom, an emotion Cha Ye-rin absolutely did not want to acknowledge began to fill her awareness.
'Craving.'
But, gritting her teeth, Cha Ye-rin turned her back on that word. She tried to sit up, but her body wouldn't properly obey.
The more she gritted her teeth, the clearer what her body wanted became.
'She's in the palm of my hand anyway.'
On the way home from work. Song Jae-pil smirked as he recalled Cha Ye-rin, who must have been in the middle of spewing curses in the massage room.
'Whether she holds out or not, my victory is assured.'
He had planned this game from the moment he massaged Kim Hye-jin. He had simply checked the Magic Mirror and put it into action.
In fact, thanks to Cha Ye-rin acting up, he had satisfied four married women—Kim Hye-jin, Oh Yu-ra, Han Seol-hee, and Park Su-jin—and already secured two Store Points.
Not to mention he had even perfected the training needed to conquer Cha Ye-rin.
"I wonder when she'll finally realize."
That whether Cha Ye-rin won or lost, there was no escape from this situation.
The next day, Cha Ye-rin was already crumbling. Of course, no one could tell from the outside. She still appeared as she always did.
But she hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Whether her eyes were open or closed, Song Jae-pil flickered in her mind, and just imagining him made her whole body scream with unsatisfied desire.
Masturbation could never satisfy that desire. No, the more she repeated the act, the more vividly she recalled Song Jae-pil's touch, to the point she couldn't even bring herself to touch herself.
'I will absolutely, absolutely not fall.'
It was that bizarre, ambiguous realm—not quite having sex, but not not having it either. Her body was completely inflamed, yet unfulfilled, a situation that only served to stoke her desires further.
However, Cha Ye-rin thought the second massage would be different. She thought it was just clumsy push-and-pull.
'Don't even dream of it. You think I'd fall for such one-dimensional tactics?'
That's what she vowed. But in the second massage, Cha Ye-rin ended up completely frustrated.
"Haaahng..."
"Even your moans are sexy. I guess instinct can't be overcome, even by a man you claim to detest."
"S-shut up and just do the massage!"
As expected, Song Jae-pil's second massage was even more brazen than the first.
His hand cupped and gripped her breasts, and fondled her vaginal entrance and clit.
"Hheuk... I'll absolutely never forgive... uuuuhng...!"
Cha Ye-rin's breath hitched. She should have protested, pushed him away, told him to stop, but all that escaped her mouth were moans.
She had a premonition.
'Today... today's the day he'll do it. Hah, as if you'd manage.'
Her mind swirled. Rejection? Acceptance? Surrender? No matter what option she chose, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was already defeated.
Jjigik- jjigik-
When Song Jae-pil toyed with her dripping vaginal entrance with his finger.
"Hahk, aheuk- uuahhng...!"
Yesterday's sensations revived, and her limit approached incomparably faster than before.
As if she could no longer hold back, she let out a moan.
But, again. His hand stopped.
"It's over."
It was the same as yesterday. Song Jae-pil had stopped. Cha Ye-rin froze.
'Again? He's going to leave me again with nothing but this hellish thirst?'
Raising her desire to an irreversible peak, only to cut it off right before the climax.
Bang-
When Song Jae-pil closed the door and left, Cha Ye-rin couldn't move, lying there.
Her whole body trembled violently.
And amidst that humiliation and shame, Cha Ye-rin realized.
The bet Song Jae-pil proposed. Three massages. If Cha Ye-rin falls within the three times, Song Jae-pil wins. If she endures all three, Cha Ye-rin wins.
It seemed like a very simple bet. A game where Cha Ye-rin just had to hold out. The odds should have been overwhelmingly in Cha Ye-rin's favor.
But.
'What happens if the bet ends like this?'
If Song Jae-pil wins the bet, he gets her. But even if he loses all three times, he loses nothing. At most, he just loses the bet, and he can leave this center whenever he wants.
But Cha Ye-rin? What becomes of her if the bet ends like this?
Even if she wins, all she has is her pride, already shattered by the three massages. Merely agreeing to this bet in the first place was proof of her defeat.
"Whether I win or lose... I lose everything?"
It was never a fair bet from the start.
She finally understood the meaning of the smile that hung on the corner of Song Jae-pil's mouth when he proposed the bet.
It was poison. His words were poisoned. Flustered by the massage right before and his words about stopping, she had unknowingly and all too easily been tricked.
Her whole body was still feverishly hot, as if driven mad with heat, and there was no one to release it for her.
It was a dead end. There were no real choices from the beginning.
No, there was only one choice.
That she herself would have to beg Song Jae-pil for sex.
For Cha Ye-rin, it was the worst possible choice.