009. D-grade Fitness Scandal (Cha Ye-rin)
009. D-grade Fitness Scandal (Cha Ye-rin)
Sluurp-
The massage room, swept through by the storm of lovemaking, was filled with the lingering scent of Ylang-Ylang Oil and the mixed body heat of a man and a woman.
Kim Hye-jin, who had just moments ago been clinging and wailing like a beast, now exhausted her body and leaned against Song Jae-pil's chest, gently tickling his skin with her fingertips.
Song Jae-pil wore a faint smile at the subtle tickling sensation. He naturally stretched out his arm and grasped her ample breast fully in one hand. The sensation of the heavy, supple flesh undulating in his palm was exquisite, no matter how many times he felt it.
Song Jae-pil buried his face deep between those soft valleys and inhaled. Wasn't the appeal of another man's wife precisely the sense of transgression that came from taking what belonged to someone else?
How much more so if she was a daughter-in-law from one of the top chaebol families in this world?
"Mmmh... Mr. Jae-pil, do you still have energy left?"
At the watery moan seeping from Kim Hye-jin's lips, Song Jae-pil, with his face still buried in her chest, began to suckle.
"Ms. Hye-jin's breasts are truly... art itself. Such a perfect teardrop shape is really...."
"Haahhh... Mr. Jae-pil really has a way with words... I wish he would say something like that even once."
Kim Hye-jin twisted her body shyly, but her eyes were filled with nothing but satisfaction.
"Shall I make you forget all about him?"
"Hahhng... Can you do that for me?"
Kim Hye-jin completely surrendered herself. Inside this massage room, she wasn't a beautiful decorative ornament, the good-looking daughter-in-law of a chaebol family, but just a woman.
Chomp, slurp- sluurp-
Kim Hye-jin began diligently sucking his rock-hard erection again, and Song Jae-pil, as if accustomed, stroked her head.
Kim Hye-jin was now falling into an addiction where she could barely breathe without the touch of Song Jae-pil's fingertips.
"You're sucking so deliciously."
"Slurp- Suuulp- It's tasty?"
"It feels like I'm going to cum any second now."
The moment Kim Hye-jin burst into laughter, a transparent system window popped up in Song Jae-pil's vision.
[Alert: Customer Kim Hye-jin's satisfaction has reached 100%.]
[Additional Goal Completion Status: 2 people completed (Kim Hye-jin, Oh Yu-ra)]
[Reward: Acquired 1 Store Point.]
Song Jae-pil swallowed a sardonic smile and sprayed his cum all over Kim Hye-jin's face.
"Aren't you overdoing it today? I'm worried you might not even be able to walk properly tomorrow."
Kim Hye-jin began licking the cum sprayed all over her face as if it were delicious.
"Don't worry. Thanks to the energy you gave me, I feel like I could fly."
After leaving a deep kiss on Song Jae-pil, Kim Hye-jin went into the shower booth. Song Jae-pil admired Kim Hye-jin humming in the shower booth for a moment, then turned his head and stared at the glass window.
Close to midnight, Cha Ye-rin exhaled labored breaths under the indirect lighting of the yoga room.
Haa, haa....
Cha Ye-rin stood in front of the mirror, twisting her body with almost cruel intensity. The scene of Song Jae-pil's lovemaking she had witnessed through the Magic Mirror.
Because that filthy, yet mesmerizingly unforgettable scene wouldn't leave her mind, she wanted to purify her heart through yoga and Pilates.
Her thighs, stretched taut enough to seem like they'd tear the leggings, and her sweaty back, dotted with beads of perspiration, glistened under the lights.
But the problem was her excessive compulsion. In the moment of performing a high-difficulty pose, she twisted her pelvis deeper than usual.
Crunch-!
With an unpleasant tearing sound, a sharp spasm seized her lower body.
"Ah, aah...! Ugh!"
With a scream, her body collapsed helplessly to the floor. From her pelvis to her thighs, muscles knotted up, her lower half stiffening as if it weren't her own, and the muscles began to thrash.
An intense paralyzing symptom that left her unable to move even a finger took over. As she lay on the cold wooden floor, sweating cold sweat and panting heavily, someone appeared before her eyes.
"Director, seems you've overexerted yourself at this hour."
It was Song Jae-pil, whom she thought had left work. He was dressed in casual clothes and approached leisurely, as if he'd been waiting for this situation, kneeling down in front of her.
"G-get away...! Don't touch me!! Get lost!"
Cha Ye-rin screamed like a bristling cat. But Song Jae-pil lightly ignored her cries.
Song Jae-pil placed his cold hand on her yoga clothes, soaked with sweat and clinging to her body. Then, as if grasping, he pressed down on the paralyzed muscles inside her pelvis and thighs.
"Ugh, aaaaah! It hurts! Let go, I said!"
"Stay still. If you force yourself to move while the muscles are knotted, you might never move properly again in your lifetime."
Song Jae-pil sneered and began slowly loosening her muscles from her pelvis.
Who would have thought the massage knowledge he diligently learned to conquer the VVIPs Cha Ye-rin sent would be useful here?
Song Jae-pil's hands, digging along the grain of the muscles, initially gave a tearing pain, but soon that pain passed a critical point and reversed into a supreme pleasure, enough to paralyze the brain.
"Hah, ah... ngh! Ah, aaaaaah!"
A wet moan began to mix into Cha Ye-rin's screams. Cha Ye-rin didn't even have the leisure to care about what kind of scream she was letting out.
This was the first time she'd ever experienced a man handling her body like this.
While tears of shame streamed down her face, she didn't want to hold on, but she had no choice. She desperately clung to Song Jae-pil's firm shoulders as he loosened her muscles.
Every time Song Jae-pil's hands traveled between her pelvis and thighs, the image of Song Jae-pil's sex scene surfaced in Cha Ye-rin's mind, driving her insane.
"Ngh. Uuugh...."
Cha Ye-rin gritted her teeth and endured the pain mixed with excitement, but she couldn't stop her body from heating up and her waist arching like a bow every time his hand moved across her thigh—a conditioned reflex.
Because the image of Song Jae-pil thrusting his hips and the VVIPs panting, soaked in pleasure, kept replaying on a loop in her mind.
"You can't even control your own body without my hands. This is your true self."
"No, hah, this is... aah! There, don't...!"
Song Jae-pil's mouth, looking down at Cha Ye-rin who had slumped into his arms, sobbing from the belated rush of excitement, was smiling.
"T-that's enough! They're loose enough now!"
And once she could move somewhat, Cha Ye-rin staggered to her feet and moved away from Song Jae-pil.
"You, how dare you...!"
If she stayed any longer, she felt she would expose her shameful secret, just like those women beyond the mirror.
Song Jae-pil raised both hands and then took a step back, gazing at her gray leggings, soaked with her own slick.
"Ah, and... I'm thinking of quitting now."
At the words tossed out by Song Jae-pil, one corner of his mouth pulled up high, the complexion of Cha Ye-rin, who had been pressing her aching, throbbing pelvis, instantly turned pale.
"What...? What are you talking about? Why all of a sudden!"
"Just as I said. Who the face of Ether is, you'd know better, Director-nim, wouldn't you?"
Cha Ye-rin couldn't hide her panic. She loathed Song Jae-pil, but at the same time, the fear that the tower she had built would crumble in an instant without him assaulted her.
"You, from the beginning... with this aim...! Is it about money?"
Cha Ye-rin glared at Song Jae-pil again with her uniquely sharp, venomous expression.
"I'll pay you double... no, triple what you're getting! So stop talking nonsense. Who do you think you're threatening?"
Though her expression was full of loathing, a plea was mixed into Cha Ye-rin's words.
"What I want isn't those scraps of paper."
Money from here, wasn't it just fake currency you couldn't even take back to reality?
"Then what do you want! What more could you possibly want!"
Cha Ye-rin grew frantic. Having her only weapon, money, mocked, she felt thrown to the bottom.
Cornered, she threw out her most hideous card as if screaming.
"You're after my body in the end, aren't you?! If I let you have me once, will that do? Then you won't leave? Tell me, you bastard!"
Before her words even finished, Song Jae-pil's large hand roughly grabbed Cha Ye-rin's hair and yanked it.
"Ack...! It hurts!"
Cha Ye-rin's head was forced back, and Song Jae-pil's face entered her view. Literally the epitome of expressionlessness. Song Jae-pil stared directly into her trembling eyes and spoke.
"Don't forget the fact that the bastard you looked down upon is now holding your lifeline in his hands."
Song Jae-pil released the hand holding her hair and looked down coldly at her, collapsed and sobbing, completely changing his expression.
"Fine. I'll show mercy. I propose a game. Over 3 days, exactly 3 times, I will personally give you, Director-nim, a massage."
"......What?"
"If you endure all 3 times, it's your victory. But if even once you fail to endure and break...."
Song Jae-pil looked at her with a grin.
"Then, I'll take everything you have."
Cha Ye-rin looked up at him with a dazed expression. The reality of having to gamble her purity and her life on the man she loathed.
But she couldn't refuse. If she refused, all that remained was her own ruin.
Cha Ye-rin wrapped her trembling hands around her thighs.
While her mouth spat out nauseating disgust, the places Song Jae-pil's touch had grazed still emitted a tickling heat.
After that night, the atmosphere at Ether became quite strange.
Yoga and Pilates were now nothing more than a formality to collect exorbitant membership fees. The reason VVIP customers visited Ether was solely for Song Jae-pil's cock massages.
From Kim Hye-jin and Oh Yu-ra to Han Seol-hee and the newly assigned VVIP now. The bigwigs responsible for the center's revenue didn't even ask for Cha Ye-rin's opinion.
"Director Cha, my schedule next week is absolutely with Mr. Jae-pil, got it? I'm a bit busy next week, so no yoga, just massage. Okay?"
But what was more miserable and sordid than that was the change in herself. Cha Ye-rin now habitually sought out the Magic Mirror.
Every time Song Jae-pil ravaged women inside the massage room, he stared boldly at the mirror, shaking his hips right in front of it.
Thrust, thrust.
'That bastard... is watching me. He's fucking that woman while looking at me.'
But even knowing that, Cha Ye-rin couldn't tear her eyes away from the mirror. While screaming her disgust, her hands burrowed under her yoga clothes and began to explore her own secret place.
The sensations of the massage Song Jae-pil had given her that night were mixing together, paralyzing her reason.
This contradictory situation was further fueling her self-loathing.
At some point, the disgust aimed at Song Jae-pil began to shift direction and turned towards Cha Ye-rin herself.
(The narrative continues seamlessly from part 1/2)