016. One Week
016. One Week
"Thank you for your hard work."
Kang Seul-gi sat at the desk and watched his retreating back until Song Jae-pil, with a towel slung over his shoulder, disappeared into the shower room.
She couldn't even hear the music filling the gym. Her gaze drifted to her right hand.
Her right hand. The very hand that had just touched Song Jae-pil's thigh. She curled her fingers, then opened them.
It felt like the sensation of that massive, hot lump—its texture fundamentally different from ordinary muscle—still lingered on her fingertips.
As her face grew hot, Kang Seul-gi shook her head vigorously.
"You're crazy, Kang Seul-gi... What are you thinking?"
He's a member. This isn't professional. If she acted like this, what difference was there from the VVIP who had been eyeing her body this morning?
She tried to stop the comparison. She had to stop it.
Here she was, a woman with a boyfriend, thinking about and comparing that part of another man. This wasn't right, professionally or personally.
But once her imagination had been unleashed, it didn't know how to stop. The comparison started automatically in her head.
Choi Min-jun and Song Jae-pil. Choi Min-jun had a standard build for his 175cm height. But Song Jae-pil was around 190cm with broad shoulders.
If Choi Min-jun's body felt optimized for neat suits, then Song Jae-pil clearly had the potential for a jaw-dropping physique if he just kept up his workouts consistently.
And... that size.
Even just brushing against it over his workout clothes, it was comparable to Min-jun's erection.
Her phone vibrated again.
[Min-jun: Please reply ㅠㅠ I miss you.]
She sighed. She did feel a bit guilty for not replying since morning, and it was also dangerous to stay lost in her own thoughts like this.
[I was working. Want to meet tonight?]
After sending the reply, Kang Seul-gi tilted her head in thought.
Why did I suggest meeting tonight? To placate him? Or to confirm something? Did she think that if she met Choi Min-jun and reaffirmed her boyfriend's existence, the afterimage in her mind would disappear?
Just then, the shower room door opened and Song Jae-pil came out. His hair was damp and roughly swept back as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
"See you next time."
His farewell was still light and natural. And his gaze, as usual, was directed only at Kang Seul-gi's eyes.
"Yes~ Please get home safely!"
Kang Seul-gi watched Song Jae-pil leave the center for quite a while.
Choi Min-jun, whom she met after work, was neat and tidy as usual.
The meeting spot was the usual barbecue place. Choi Min-jun had arrived first, secured a table, and waved when Kang Seul-gi entered.
"Seul-gi, over here!"
Kang Seul-gi also waved and approached Choi Min-jun. Seeing him did make her feel good. After all, he was her boyfriend. There was a sense of stability built over their two years together.
"Ah, you just wore your regular clothes today."
The moment Kang Seul-gi arrived, Choi Min-jun scrutinized her outfit. Having no time to change after work, she was wearing leggings with a windbreaker.
"Why, you have a problem with it?"
Given their morning text exchange, she expected him to say something, but today he kept his mouth shut.
"No, it's just... you look pretty, that's all."
"What's with you, all of a sudden."
Was he being careful because she hadn't replied, or was he just in a good mood? Either way, it didn't matter. The fact that he didn't make an issue of her outfit meant this evening passed muster.
They talked about everyday things while eating meat. How his boss, Manager Choi, had given another unreasonable order, how a junior had made a mistake.
"Ugh... Manager Choi is really... He's a lost cause. He's really only full of seniority..."
"Manager Choi is still like that?"
"It's amazing he hasn't been fired yet."
Kang Seul-gi listened, chiming in appropriately. She talked a little about her own center too. She left out the part about the newly registered member.
After finishing their meal, the two headed for their familiar, usual course.
The moment the door to the dimly lit motel room closed, Choi Min-jun approached.
Kissing, undressing each other, leading her to the bed—a series of steps. A routine repeated over two years, rigid to the point of boredom.
Choi Min-jun was the kind of man who could only be satisfied if he led the pace himself.
He had never once handed over the initiative to Kang Seul-gi. Whether his pride wouldn't allow it, or he simply didn't know any other way. He moved, intoxicated more by his own sense of conquest than by Kang Seul-gi's reactions.
Choi Min-jun's lips trailed down her neck, his hands encircled her waist, and their clothes fell one by one to the floor.
Kang Seul-gi lay beneath him familiarly, surrendering her body. As their breathing grew ragged and Choi Min-jun's hands encircled her waist, trying to pull down her panties,
Kang Seul-gi's hand went into Choi Min-jun's pants. The moment she grasped his dick in her hand, what surfaced in her mind was
Song Jae-pil. The feeling she had sensed even in a flaccid state overlapped with what was now in her hand and what was in her memory.
The comparison was pitiful. Length. Girth. Heft. Even the density when grasped.
No matter how hard Choi Min-jun tried, Song Jae-pil's dick rose in Kang Seul-gi's mind.
A pang of guilt struck her. Here she was, having sex with her boyfriend while thinking about another man's dick.
But she couldn't stop. Her pussy, which had been responding slowly to Choi Min-jun's caresses, began to gush and pour out hot fluid the moment she imagined Song Jae-pil's dick.
Choi Min-jun, thinking his dick was the acknowledged champion, moved his hips with triumphant vigor.
"Haah... Seul-gi, you're really wet today? Did you miss me that much?"
"Uuung..."
Kang Seul-gi's gaze was fixed on the ceiling. And her mind was replaying the memory from the afternoon at the gym.
"Aaahk—"
Choi Min-jun's movements, thrusting into her pussy, sped up. The pattern right before ejaculation, just before climax.
Kang Seul-gi mechanically let out moans, matching his rhythm. It was the moment where two years of acting paid off.
But her body was here, yet the sensation wasn't following.
"Haaahk..."
As hot semen poured into the inside of her pussy, Kang Seul-gi trembled all over and hugged Choi Min-jun.
Then Choi Min-jun, seemingly satisfied, closed his eyes and fell to the side as if collapsing, lying down.
Soon, he fell asleep, emitting a regular breathing sound. As always, the cleanup was left to Kang Seul-gi.
Then, it suddenly occurred to her.
Over the past two years, not once had she ever reached an orgasm herself.
A day had passed, but sleep wouldn't come easily. To suppress her worn-out sexual desire, she had met Choi Min-jun for two days in a row and gone to a motel, but he had already been fast asleep beside her for three hours after only satisfying his own greed.
Just like yesterday at dawn, Kang Seul-gi tossed and turned, thinking of Song Jae-pil's cock and Choi Min-jun's cock.
Whenever the cold air from the air conditioner swept over her naked body, the area under the blanket, between her thighs, was becoming damp and cooling down.
Just like yesterday, today she masturbated alone again and then fell asleep.
Before, this was normal. That numbness somewhere in the middle—neither unpleasant nor satisfying.
Just having sex, it ending, and sleeping. It was a routine that had repeated for two years.
But today was different. Now that she had a point of comparison, she realized she hadn't been thoughtless before; she just hadn't had a standard.
Kang Seul-gi quietly slipped away from Min-jun's side, picked up her clothes, put them on, and headed home.
And without sleeping a wink, morning dawned, and she went to work at the center just like that.
"This much should be attractive."
The gears of rationalization in her head began to spin like crazy.
'I want to check...'
What exactly she wanted to check, Kang Seul-gi deliberately kept vague and blurred.
Song Jae-pil's cock that brushed her fingertips two days ago. Whether that weighty texture was truly the size she remembered, or if it was a fantasy created by her own deficiency.
If she didn't check, it seemed this uncomfortable feeling would never go away for the rest of her life.
'It's not like we're dating. It's just curiosity. If I make a move, shouldn't he be the one who should actually be happy?'
The packaging of rationalization was neatly completed.
'It's not about wanting to have sex, just whether it's really that size...'
The true desire was panting like a bitch in heat beneath that packaging of rationalization, but she turned away from the desire.
"He should be here soon."
Checking the clock, Kang Seul-gi inspected her outfit. It was a black crop top with a deep cleavage.
And short leggings that revealed the curves of her buttocks and the shape of her Y-zone without a single inch of room, utterly exposed.
She was surprised enough by her own reflection in the mirror. It was an outfit she would never normally wear, far too blatant.
'No man could possibly pass by without looking.'
She was quite pleased with her reflection in the mirror. Today, she didn't want to hide this body any further.
Rather, a destructive impulse arose to blatantly flaunt it to someone.
And at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. The center door opened and Song Jae-pil entered.
Always the same calm stride, a bag slung over one shoulder. There was nothing different from a few days ago, but what had changed was Kang Seul-gi, who was looking at him.
"Welcome, Hyeonwon-nim."
The tone of her greeting was different from usual. Not bright, but stiff. As soon as she saw Song Jae-pil, she felt as if she had been caught watching porn or something.
She did smile, but the corners of her mouth were shallow, and her eyes weren't smiling.
"Hello. I'll get changed and do some stretching first."
Song Jae-pil lightly bowed his head in greeting. And sure enough, today too, Song Jae-pil's gaze was directed only at Kang Seul-gi's eyes.
"You know today is leg day, right? Please stretch me out thoroughly~"
"Yes. Understood."
It seemed as if the deep cleavage of the crop top, her bouncy hips that looked full of elasticity just by seeing them, and the thigh line that the leggings drew attention to, didn't even enter his field of vision.
'Even after going this far, he's not looking at my figure? Is he gay, by any chance?'
Whether he was consciously looking up even if it came into his field of vision, or had absolutely no interest at all.
Not knowing which it was drove Kang Seul-gi even crazier.
"Whoo-hoo..."
As Song Jae-pil entered the changing room, recalling Kang Seul-gi's figure he had just glanced at from the front desk, he felt his lower half naturally growing heavy.
Moreover, the memory of that hand that had brushed against his cock came to mind.
"It seems like her clothes are even bolder today..."
I wonder what's gotten into her, isn't that an outfit that basically says 'look at me'?
Thanks to that, I had a bit of a hard time trying to keep my eyes fixed, wanting to naturally scan her figure.
"Hmmm..."
Song Jae-pil finished changing his clothes and patted his cock, which was on its fourth day of starvation.
"Ssuup... If things go well, I might get to eat soon, right?"
It was clear that confidence was key for a man.
Whether it was confidence in personality or confidence in the lower half.