My First Member and Girlfriend-to-Be, Jeong Yesol
Another long day done, Yun Jaemin came home from the grind at the office. He'd managed to leave a little earlier than usual—though "earlier" still meant well past seven in the evening.
"I'm home."
No answer came back.
Whenever he walked through the door, his wife Lee Yena was always there with a smile that melted the fatigue right out of him and a warm You worked so hard today~. Tonight she was nowhere to be found.
He already knew why.
She's having fun hanging out with Seonghyeon, huh.
Earlier he'd gotten a text from her saying the massage was running long and she'd be a little late.
Just a bit more massage, she'd written, and then she'd head home.
But Yun Jaemin simply assumed she was killing time chatting and goofing around with Ju Seonghyeon. He would never say it out loud, yet he couldn't imagine his wife prioritizing a massage over looking after him.
And honestly, he was grateful for that.
"Lately Yena's been looking like she really wants it… but I'm so wiped I feel like I'm gonna die, and my body just won't respond…"
After twenty years together, there was no way he wouldn't notice when his wife was hungry for nighttime attention. He wanted to give her what she needed—he really did—but after a full day of chaos at the company, his body simply had nothing left. The exhaustion spilled over into the weekends, too.
The last time she'd even put on sexy lingerie, he'd wanted so badly to come through for her. But his cock hadn't looked ready to stand properly, and forcing it would only have crushed him under even worse fatigue afterward. In the end he'd pretended not to notice and let it slide.
So he felt guilty toward her.
Guilty that, as a husband, he couldn't satisfy that need.
Which was why he told himself it was a good thing if she could at least blow off steam hanging out with his friend Ju Seonghyeon. And beyond the sex, he simply wanted Yena—who spent every day stuck at home—to have something enjoyable in her life. She always felt bad that he came home late while she got to take it easy alone. But if she was going to Seonghyeon's place to learn self-defense and hanging out as a bonus, that guilt wouldn't weigh on her the same way.
"If I could just build up some stamina with exercise and do it with Yena even once a week…"
Jaemin sighed at his own situation. No matter how he turned it over, juggling work and working out the way things were now was simply impossible. He could push himself for her sake if he really tried—but he was pretty sure his whole life would turn into a wasteland if he did.
And that resignation was only possible because of one quiet conviction:
"Still… Yena will understand."
More than twenty years of dating and marriage. Plenty had happened in that time, yet their trust and love for each other had never changed. Jaemin had grown so used to Yena understanding him that he'd settled into it completely.
Trusting in his wife's kind heart, feeling sorry but deciding he needed to sleep early again tonight, he sat blankly on the sofa and waited for her.
Thirty minutes later.
"I'm sorry, Jaemin. Seonghyeon's massages feel so good… I meant to come home earlier, but…"
The moment she walked in, her face full of apology, Jaemin blinked in surprise.
"It was really because of the massage? I figured you were just running late chatting with Seonghyeon."
"We did chat some… but you didn't know either, did you? How insanely good Seonghyeon is at massage. I was shocked while I was getting it."
"Huh… I knew the guy had learned sports massage, but I didn't think he was that good. So that's why your face is glowing like this?"
"Mm-hmm! The knots in my shoulders, the tightness in my calves… everything else, too—Seonghyeon worked it all out. Hehehe. I feel healthier right now than I ever have in my life."
It wasn't empty talk.
Even setting aside the guilt she clearly felt toward him, Yena's face was practically sparkling. She looked full of life, even to his eyes.
Jaemin felt a wave of relief.
Normally, once he got home, she would start subtly ramping up the expectation for nighttime intimacy. Tonight there wasn't a trace of that.
Sorry, Yena… but when we try for a baby later, I'll give it everything I've got. Anyway, a massage, huh… Well, it's Seonghyeon giving it, so.
He didn't suspect his wife. There was nothing to suspect. His friend Ju Seonghyeon was the most trustworthy guy in the world, and his wife always did her absolute best for him—so much so that even entertaining a weird doubt would have felt like an insult.
Of course, if Yena had said some other man had massaged her, his chest would have tightened immediately. But with Seonghyeon, that feeling simply didn't arise.
Above all else:
Seonghyeon's gym was always that kind of place.
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, Yena. I'm just gonna eat something simple for dinner and crash. Gotta head out early tomorrow."
"You shouldn't lie down right after eating… You haven't bathed yet, right? I'll set out dinner and then draw a bath for you like old times. Get the food settling and soak in some warm water when you're tired—you'll sleep so much deeper."
"Aigoo… thank you so, so much, honey~"
"Don't mention it, husband~ Oh! Hey, Jaemin."
"Yeah?"
"Starting next week I'm thinking of going to Seonghyeon's gym a bit earlier and coming home around the same time as today… Is that okay?"
"Spending the whole day there? I don't mind, but… you like his massages that much?"
"Y-yeah… He teaches self-defense in a really fun way too, and the massage is just… so, so good… He said if I want to take it slow and long I can come early. Tomorrow's one of his lightest booking days, so it's fine."
"Really? Wow, our wife is completely hooked. Looking at you, the guy's business is gonna boom. Guess I was worried for nothing?"
"Absolutely, absolutely! He's blocking out extra time for me because he cares about us—his bookings are definitely packed solid otherwise. Seonghyeon's skill is seriously unreal, I'm telling you."
"Haa… alright. Do that. Next time I've gotta treat Seonghyeon to a proper meal… Oh right, you said you were bringing him side dishes. What'd he say when he got them?"
"Hehehe. Thanks to the side dishes I became a VIP member. He said he'd take extra good care of me equal to the side dishes' worth, and he really did."
"If he got our wife's cooking, that's only fair."
Which was why Jaemin didn't read too much into the way Yena blushed while she talked. He was simply relieved that his wife—who'd been feeling guilty and bored—looked so genuinely happy. Chatting with his friend, learning fun self-defense, getting a massage that left her glowing… seeing her show zero desire for sex tonight felt like a blessing.
If I could, I'd do it as much as she wants… but even if we don't, there's no way things between me and Yena would go bad.
Settling comfortably into his wife's unchanging understanding, Jaemin never noticed.
Never noticed that the wife who had been his and his alone since they were kids had fallen so completely under the spell of a pussy massage that stabbed deep into her womb that she'd begged for just one more, just one more—until she'd ended up taking it three times before coming home.
And never noticed this:
That last pussy massage Seonghyeon gave me… no, that womb massage… it felt so good… He pumped me full of his nutrient tonic, too… Maybe that's why my body's still so full of energy… Nngh… j-just thinking about it makes me want it again… Seonghyeon's cock… fingers can't even compare… He kept thrusting right into the spot that feels the best…♡ Haa… how am I supposed to wait until Thursday…
—squish…
Never noticed that while she pictured her husband's best friend's cock, pictured that thick shaft driving into her pussy, she was soaking her panties through.
Never noticed that the panties she was wearing were already drenched in her own juices—and that they were the cotton pair Ju Seonghyeon had given her.
Yun Jaemin knew none of it.
To me—the guy who'd bitten and sucked every inch of his wife's body, then driven his cock deep into her pussy and creampied her—Jaemin sent a thank-you text.
Earlier, the moment Stage 6 had locked in, I hadn't been able to hold back. I'd pounded her until her ass turned red. She'd gone wild with pleasure and begged, desperate:
Ogh…♡ S-Seonghyeon-ah… d-do this just one more time… please… I'm begging you…
Apparently she'd heaped praise on me afterward. I told my friend, who was entrusting his wife to me, to just leave it in my hands.
Then I sat blankly in the office chair and drifted into thought.
"……."
Ah. I want to fuck Yena's pussy again.
The second I push in, it clamps down with zero gap, squeezing my cock so thick and chewy… I was reminded all over again what an absurdly incredible pussy she has.
Reliving that ecstatic taste, my cock swelling, I opened the Gym Growth Shop on the computer a moment later.
Current Gym Points:
390p.
No need to deliberate on where to spend them. I dropped 300 points on the spot and unlocked Secret H Class.
−300 Gym Points
Special explicit sexual training sessions are now available.
My heart was pounding.
Next Thursday, when Yena came in, I'd give her a pussy massage and casually mention that, for the sake of smoother nights with Jaemin, I wanted to offer her a special lesson.
And after that…
Jaemin's busy, but his job isn't the kind that sends him on business trips… so I'll just have to do it during the day.
Slip into a lonely married woman's house while her husband's at work and give her a sex lesson… yeah. That's the stuff.
Technically I could run Secret H Class at the gym, but with the Out-of-gym Lesson app available there was no reason to. I wanted to go to their place in person.
In the bedroom that belonged to Yena and Jaemin alone.
On the bed that belonged to the two of them alone.
I absolutely had to do it there. It would crank my sense of transgression all the way to the limit. Just imagining it made my mouth water.
"So that leaves 90 points… Ultra-Practical Self-Defense Class is tempting, but unlocking the slot alone costs another 100 points, so I'd need 400 total. Unless I clear some kind of achievement and get a big point dump all at once, that one's staying lower priority."
Ultra-Practical Self-Defense Class was probably a system like the roleplay scenario I'd run with Yena and Jaemin last time—where I set the scene and we acted inside it. It had been a ton of fun and looked versatile as hell… but it wasn't urgent.
I wanted more exercise equipment first, and I wanted to buy more H-items too. Collecting H-items without ever quite using them was starting to feel like those RPG playthroughs where you hoard potions all the way to the final boss and never actually drink them… but just having them made me feel secure. And I was purely curious what other items might show up.
"Anyway, next week's schedule is no joke. I've gotta torment Cheon Dohwa, have a hot fling with Yena and lock in the sex lesson, spoil Yuna in between… and then the big one on Saturday—finally dinner with Jeong Yesol."
The calendar was packed.
And of those, the meeting with Jeong Yesol wasn't really a next-week problem. Just seeing her for class this week already had me insanely excited and nervous.
"Still… even so, I could be getting ahead of myself. Yeah. At least until this week is over, no letting my guard down."
Maybe it was because I'd been a total virgin forever, but even when my friends had sworn this was definitely mutual interest, the moment I was about to see her face again I turned endlessly cautious.
So, with a pure and packed lesson for Jeong Yesol in mind, I cleaned up and headed home.
And the next day.
"Oppa, hi!"
"Hey, Yuna."
Yuna bounced into the gym with a bright greeting. For some reason she wasn't in her usual training clothes—actual pants, a reasonably neat T-shirt up top, hair styled cute. I figured some days were just like that and let it go.
Same as last time: mouth massage the second we met, change of clothes, treadmill run, sucking on Yuna's cute little sweat-damp tits, then a shower together. After that I picked her up for standing sex against the wall—
"Oppa, Oppaaa… your liips… give me your lips…"
—and for some reason she was desperately hungry for mouth massage. I'd thought that after tasting my cock's nutrient tonic she'd switched over to preferring that side of things.
Yuna's clinginess kept going even after the standing sex ended.
"Oppa, stick your tongue out… ssuup… chup… heh… jjok, jjok…♡"
Even during a short break she wrapped her arms around my neck and stayed glued to my lips. And when I tried to take her from behind next—
"Hieut… Oppaaa… can we do it lying down? Do the mouth massage while you do me…♡"
"Hm? Sure, whatever."
She wanted missionary, so I gave her missionary. I pinned her small body under mine, and while she clung to my neck again I mixed tongues with her and massaged her pussy.
Come to think of it… usually it felt like she was just sucking and drinking my saliva, but today it feels closer to actual kissing… or maybe not…
The thought flickered and I wiped it away. Today had a slightly different flavor, but not enough to register as "weird."
What actually struck me as odd came after all the exercise and massage were finished.
With a little time left before her stream, Yuna said she'd hang out a bit before leaving—and then sat in the chair across from me in the office, smiling flower-bright and staring only at my face.
"Hehe…"
"…Yuna?"
"What is it, Oppa?"
"Nothing… uh… if you're bored, want another mouth massage?"
"Yes! I want one! Mmm…"
A pretty girl's blooming smile was definitely easy on the eyes, but having her look only at me like that was a little overwhelming, so I offered the massage. She immediately climbed onto my lap, threw her arms around my neck again, and pressed her lips to mine—
"Haup… jjok… ssuup… chururp…"
—and raided the inside of my mouth with aggressive enthusiasm.
Then, when it was almost time to go, she looked terribly downcast.
"Oppa… I'm gonna head out for my stream now… but, um…"
"Yeah?"
"This weekend… if you have time, can I come…?"
"Sure. You can come. Yuna can come anytime."
"Really?! Okay! See you then, Oppa!"
"Y-yeah. Okay. Take care."
The second I said she could come on the weekend without thinking much of it, her whole face lit up with happiness. She waved and left.
"…What was that?"
Today's Yuna had been an absolute storm. Her energy was through the roof and I had no idea why. Being in a good mood was obviously better than a bad one, but it left me feeling weirdly drained.
Anyway.
Thoughts about Yuna didn't last long.
Because tomorrow was finally—
"At last…!"
—the day of my lesson with Jeong Yesol.
When I woke up Saturday morning, I tried my hardest to spit out every last drop of wishful thinking.
Even if Jeong Yesol's interest was real, showing her a professional gym-director face would still be better than looking like an idiot.
—Splash!
"Ah, fuck! Freezing cold!"
So I started the morning with a cold shower, steeled my nerves, and waited for Jeong Yesol.
Strictly as the director of the gym.
But that mindset—
—Ding-a-ling
"Hello, Director."
—collapsed the instant she walked in. Her face had been expressionless coming through the door, and the moment our eyes met it softened into a quiet smile.
Collapsed when I took in how carefully she'd dressed: pretty makeup, a denim skirt, a tank top under a thin open shirt—fresh and sexy all at once, every detail showing how much thought she'd put in.
Collapsed when, just like last week, her beauty left me speechless all over again, no matter how many times I saw her.
"……."
And collapsed completely when, unlike last week, she didn't simply enjoy my staring—she shyly flushed and glanced away.
This was not wishful thinking.
If this wasn't the real thing, then fine, I'd been played. Even if it turned out to be a misunderstanding, this wasn't something I'd ever file under "black history"—that thought took over my entire head.