Having Sex with Jeong-a? (3)
"Hmm… We've been cooped up at home too much lately, haven't we?"
"Hnn, hnnngh…!"
"Should we go somewhere fun soon?"
"Hyaaah…!"
I asked Seoyeon while we watched TV on the couch, but she gave no answer.
"Why aren't you answering?"
"G-gooood…! So gooood!"
"Right? You like the idea of going out too, Seoyeon?"
"Sooo gooood…! Hyaaah!"
Seoyeon, sitting on my lap and watching TV with me, cried out as if agreeing with every word.
"Hmm… But it's already time for the gym."
"Hnn, hnnngh…!"
"Did you cum already?"
"I-I didn't cuuum! Hyaaaaah…!"
Several days had passed since I started going back to the gym. The day I discovered the joy of teasing Seoyeon, I began making a strange bet with her. To the woman who hated me working out with Jeong-a, I offered one condition.
If you don't cum by the time I leave for the gym, I won't go either—I'll stay and spend time with you instead.
And from that day until now, several days later…
"Hiiiiiiieeek!"
"Aww. You came."
After keeping her on top of me for a long while, arms wrapped around her waist as I toyed with her nipples, I slipped my hand into her panties and pinched her clit. Even she, who had lied several times about not cumming when she clearly had, this time started cumming hard—squirting her juices everywhere.
"Then I'll go work out with Jeong-a again today?"
"N-nooo…"
"Clean up the mess you made here, okay? Got it?"
"Y-yeshhh…"
I left Seoyeon lying on the couch and went into the room to get ready. Still, her reactions had been improving a little lately. I'd posted about everything that had happened on the community a while back. There were comments like this:
At first I didn't know what "gaslighting" meant in the comments, but when I looked it up, it turned out to be a pretty ugly word. I was just trying to lower Seoyeon's dependence and obsession with me a little—helping her grow less sensitive to this kind of stimulation. I absolutely was not doing this with any other intention.
Besides, the truth was I hadn't seen Jeong-a even once since the day I started going back to the gym. I kept pretending to Seoyeon that I was working out with her every time, but Jeong-a must have been busy—she hadn't shown her face at the gym since that day. Honestly, since I kept calling out her name every time I had sex with Seoyeon, I was actually glad I didn't have to see Jeong-a's face and risk getting dirty thoughts.
—Ding-dong.
While I was thinking about this and that, the elevator arrived before I knew it. I exchanged a light greeting with the gym owner, changed clothes in the locker room, and the moment I stepped out—
"Oh! Hajun! Long time no see!"
"Ah, hello…"
The woman who hadn't shown herself until now appeared.
'91'
She who had been extremely busy with something.
"Have you been well?"
"Yes, yes. You too, Jeong-a…?"
"Yep! Ah, I'm sorry. I said we'd work out together from now on and then didn't show up for days…"
"Ah, no. It's fine."
Jeong-a carefully apologized with a sorry look on her face.
"I've had some circumstances lately… I've been busy."
"Ah, yeah… You've been busy…"
At her awkward expression as she said she'd been busy, my eyes went to the number above her head. When I first saw her it was '87'. But in just a few days she came back as '91'. What on earth had she been so busy with?
"But Jeong-a, what kind of work do you do that… Ah, sorry. That was rude…?"
"No! Actually, I write a bit."
"Write? Novels? Books?"
"Nah, nothing that grand! Web novels, web novels!"
I'd asked, risking rudeness, half-wondering if she was in the night trade. If she looked flustered, I'd figure my guess was right. But the answer that came back from her was completely natural.
"More importantly! We should work out! Work out!"
"Ah, yeah yeah."
Once again, Jeong-a and I headed to the spot with the stretching mats, just like when we first met.
"Ugh. Look at these knotted muscles. Hajun!"
"Y-yes?"
"You half-assed your stretching without me, didn't you!"
"Ah, no I didn't?"
After touching various parts of my body, she suddenly frowned as if angry and stared right at me. I swear to heaven I never half-assed my stretching.
"What do you mean no! Your muscles are this knotted! Come on, I'll help you. Sit down!"
"I-I'm telling you it's not…"
"Ahem!"
"No, really it's not…"
She sat me down and once again, just like that first day, started touching various parts of my body while subtly rubbing her breasts against me. The moment her soft breasts pressed against my back, scenes of having sex with Seoyeon flashed through my mind. Trying to reduce Seoyeon's obsession had backfired. I was flustered by my cock suddenly getting hard mid-stretch.
"Okay, now spread your legs."
"Y-yes? W-wait a second, let me re—"
"We haven't even started working out and you want to rest after just stretching? A man shouldn't say such weak things! Come on, I'll help you!"
"Ah, no, the problem right now is…"
"Come on come on! Hurry!"
Sitting across from me, she stretched her legs out and held out her hands. I had no choice but to take them. She stretched out her feet and started forcibly spreading my legs.
"Relax. You'll get hurt like that."
"Ah, no, it's not that…"
It wasn't that I couldn't do the splits. I was just holding out with force because I couldn't do it right now. If I spread them now, my erection would… to her…
"I said relax… Ei!"
"Uh, uhhh!"
Suddenly she yanked me with all her strength and forced my legs open, and they started spreading wider and wider. Looking down, my cock was already sticking out through my pants in its fully erect shape.
"Okay, now lean your body toward me…"
"…………"
The strength gradually left the hands of the woman who had been holding mine and pulling me toward her, and her voice grew quieter and quieter. With my head down, I couldn't look at her face. This was so embarrassing. What if she reported me for sexual harassment?
I was about to lift my head slightly and try to explain myself to the silent woman when—
"Ugh, a sneeze came out, sorry. Again! Lean your upper body toward me!"
"Huh? Y-yes yes!"
The expression I briefly saw when I lifted my head seemed to have a strange smile on it, but maybe I was mistaken. Seeing her return to acting completely normal, she either hadn't seen my erect cock or just continued the stretching as if nothing had happened.
"Alright! Stretching's done! Today let's do leg day!"
"Yes."
And through the exercises that followed, I couldn't focus at all—desperately trying not to get hard. Her hands touched my ass and thighs. If it were only that, I could think of it as checking whether the muscles were engaging properly during the workout, but the problem was me touching her body. Even when I touched her I honestly couldn't tell much and couldn't concentrate. She boldly placed my hand on her inner thigh and told me to feel it while working out as if it were nothing.
"Alright, workout's over for today!"
"Hah, hah… G-good work…"
"Ugh. Why is a man so low on stamina!"
"H-hahaha…"
Maybe I should just change my workout time to the evening.
While I was seriously considering that, she came up and patted my butt.
"Then I'll go wash up and come out, so wait for me! We're going together! If you leave first I'll sulk!"
"Y-yes yes…"
Her skinship was getting more and more natural. Maybe from touching each other's bodies during workouts she was getting desensitized—she acted like it was nothing. So I went into the locker room, changed clothes, came out, and waited for her.
"Did you wait long?"
"No. Let's go."
Wanting to hurry home and regain my peace of mind by teasing Seoyeon, I urged her along. Why did I have to take mental stress while working out? During the workout, every time I held her hand, I deliberately kept my gaze lowered. I didn't know why, but I didn't want to see the text above her head changing. Like last time when we shook hands, I could clearly feel the text above her head changing every time I held her hand, but I avoided looking there as much as possible.
I was tired of being dragged around by these letters that had started appearing at some point, and I didn't want to form prejudices about people from seeing that stuff. Earlier too, seeing her number change, hadn't I asked what she did for work without thinking? But even that was exhausting now. Maybe I should just change my workout time slot.
"………"
"………"
Once we got on the elevator, we both fell silent. Even she, who had been treating me so casually just moments ago, seemed to be debating whether to say something or not.
—Ding-dong.
The elevator arrived, the doors opened, and she got off first. I followed behind her and took a step out of the elevator when—
"Um, Hajun, today my place…"
"Hajun!"
"Huh?"
While Jeong-a was saying something, Seoyeon's voice calling me cut her off. She'd been crouching in front of our front door again and came running to throw her arms around me.
"What. Why are you out here?"
"………I had a bad feeling."
The woman in my arms nuzzled her face against my chest this way and that, then whipped her head around and glared at Jeong-a. Surely not. After everything I'd told her, she wouldn't go causing trouble for someone else again…
"So there was a fierce little cat, was there…?"
"…What?"
"Nothing. I'll head in first. See you tomorrow?"
"Ah, yes. Go ahead."
I was watching carefully in case Seoyeon might do something to Jeong-a, and I thought I heard Jeong-a say something, but maybe I misheard—she casually said goodbye and went into her place.
"That bitch…"
"Ahem! I told you not to use bad words."
"No, that bitch just now to me…"
"You're hopeless. Come with me."
Just when I was thinking of praising Seoyeon for holding back well, more bad words slipped from her mouth. I grabbed her arm and strode toward our place.
"I'm telling you it's not! That bitch just cursed at me…"
"One more word."
"Fuuu…"
You're dead today.