If You've Done Wrong, You Must Be Punished (1)
A new figure slipped into Seoyeon and my already far-from-ordinary daily life, and we began drifting even further from anything resembling normal.
“Seoyeon, I’m heading out to work out. You’ve got your exam tomorrow, right? Study a little, will you? Study!”
“I don’t wanna. I’m only going to college because I have to. But more importantly, Hajun…”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to bring Jeong-a over after your workout today…?”
I had already finished getting ready and was about to leave the house when I stopped and looked at her. Her face was flushed pink, and she was clearly expecting it. Ever since we’d had sex in front of Jeong-a once, she hadn’t been able to forget the taste of it, constantly giving me looks that said to bring Jeong-a home.
“I don’t know. Just study.”
“Ugh, seriously!”
—Bang!
I brushed off Seoyeon’s words and left the house. The reason she was acting like that was because the target was Jeong-a. The woman who had deceived her, deceived me—who had tried to steal me away from her—now reduced to watching our sex, unable to do anything, masturbating with a look of despair on her face. Seoyeon felt a sense of superiority from that. Having Jeong-a there or not made a huge difference in how quickly Seoyeon came during sex. Somehow, Seoyeon had developed this weird sexual kink. I shook my head and started walking.
After a few steps, I passed the elevator and arrived at the apartment next door—Jeong-a’s place.
—Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
When the doorbell rang, there was a clattering sound from inside beyond the front door, and then it opened.
“H-Hajun…! Y-you came…?”
“What are you doing? Come on out. We’re going to work out.”
I had said I wouldn’t get involved with Jeong-a anymore, but ever since that day, I always came by her place at workout time and took her down to exercise with me. The reason was simple. It was just fun. If Seoyeon had said she hated it, to stay away, I wouldn’t have done it—but actually, Seoyeon wanted it even more than I did.
“Y-yeah! I-I’m all ready!”
Her face turned bright red as she shyly stepped out into the hallway. I led Jeong-a and stood waiting in front of the elevator.
“You didn’t masturbate, did you?”
“H-hnnngh…!”
I reached out and groped her ass, and she flinched in surprise, starting to moan. Ever since I’d had sex with Seoyeon in front of her that day, she no longer rejected my touch. No, rather…
“H-Hajun… I-I want to h-have sex…!”
“I told you no.”
“W-why…! I said I was sorry…! I said I wouldn’t do it again… H-haaah…!”
—Ding-dong.
Even after getting into the elevator, my hand wouldn’t stop. No, rather, intending to make her come once before we arrived, I slipped my hand into her panties and started fingering her anus.
“H-hnnngh…!”
Startled as something suddenly penetrated her anus, she reflexively tried to block my arm, but barely managed to stop herself and simply surrendered her body to my hand. As if vowing absolute obedience. As if she would never defy my words again. Just like the men she used to fuck around with had done.
“H-hnnngh———!”
Clasping both hands over her chest, she felt my touch and eventually began to tremble as she came.
—Ding-dong.
The elevator arrived right on time.
“What are you doing? Get off.”
“Y-yeshee…!”
Still trembling from just having come, she could barely stand on shaky legs, so I supported her waist.
“I’m going in first.”
“Y-yeshee…”
If we went into the gym like this, it would obviously cause misunderstandings, so I leaned her against the wall and went inside first. I headed straight to the locker room, changed clothes, and moved to the spot where we always started our workouts. Jeong-a still hadn’t come. It would take a little time for her to settle down.
Ever since that day, I had ordered Jeong-a not to masturbate. I couldn’t be sure if she was actually following it, but seeing how she eagerly waited for me to come pick her up for workouts, it seemed she was. I remembered how she had come running in a fluster the moment I arrived today. Honestly, I had really intended not to get involved with Jeong-a anymore. But Seoyeon didn’t seem to be rejecting it, and more than anything, I was having fun. Watching a woman who had spent her life fucking men around now desperately begging me every day to fuck her was entertaining.
“U-um…”
“Hm? You’re here?”
Jeong-a’s voice came from behind me as I was lost in thought. Tank top and leggings. The same outfit she always wore for workouts. By the way, women’s workout clothes are a total scam. Her breasts were pushed up so much they looked way bigger than Jeong-a’s actual size. I’d been fooled by that. Even now they looked about average, but when you actually strip her, they’re smaller than expected.
“W-why are you looking at me like that…?”
“Nothing. Come sit here. Time for stretches.”
“O-okay…”
Jeong-a sat across from me and started stretching. I got up, approached her, and began helping with the stretches by touching various parts of her body.
“H-haaah…!”
“Hey, hey. This is a workout. Hold it in.”
“Y-yeshee… H-hnnngh…!”
Every time my hand brushed her body, whimpering sounds escaped her mouth. In the past, she would touch my body all over looking for openings, but now I was the one touching her body and tormenting her. No matter how many times I saw and felt it, I still couldn’t understand. How could someone with a body this sensitive even think about fucking men around? Her already sensitive body was even more so after the masturbation ban and having just come once on the way to the gym.
By the time we finished stretching—
“Haa, haa…!”
From her neck to her face, she was completely flushed, breathing heavily. I glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then slipped my hand into her panties.
“H-hnnngh…!”
As expected. Her panties were already completely soaked with love juices.
“How are you supposed to work out like this? Should we just call it a day?”
“N-no! I-I can do it! I will!”
I was just saying it, but as expected, she desperately shook her head. If she went home like this, she’d have to hold off masturbating until tomorrow again, so she was more desperate than anyone. If the gym owner saw how serious she was about working out, he’d definitely give her a thumbs-up.
“Alright, alright. Then let’s go work out.”
“Okay…”
The workout that followed was just ordinary. If I stimulated her during the actual exercise and something happened, it would be a problem. I’m not that crazy. I’m not enough of a bad guy to put her in danger just for my own amusement.
“Alright, done.”
“Haa, haa…!”
Even so, by touching and stimulating her body during the rest breaks in between, she was constantly in heat, breathing roughly. Looking at her like that, I glanced around. The gym was empty today for some reason. Confirming that, I suddenly hugged her from behind. Then I slipped my hand under her clothes and pinched her nipple.
“H-haaah!”
“Shh. You have to be quiet. We can’t get caught, right?”
“H-hnnngh…!”
The reason she had desperately refused when I suggested going home earlier was because after every workout, we always did lewd things here in secret—to feel that thrilling sense of immorality from the risk of being discovered by others. From the moment the workout ended, Jeong-a’s eyes had already been radiating a lewd atmosphere.
“H-haaah…!”
She was covering her mouth with both hands, but moans still leaked through her fingers. Since the gym was particularly empty today, I rolled her tank top all the way up, exposing her breasts completely. I could see Jeong-a’s reflection in the mirror in front of us. Covering her mouth with her hands, thrusting out her chest, surrendering her body to me.
“Hnn, hnn…!”
I grabbed her breasts firmly. Then I pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and started rubbing them.
“—————!”
Her waist started bouncing, and she threw her head back until the back of her head almost touched my shoulder.
“Feel good?”
“Y-yeshee… H-haaah!”
“Shh. I told you to be quiet.”
“—————!”
As she loosened the hands covering her mouth to answer, I started lightly scraping the tips of her nipples with my nails. I started feeling something warm on my thighs. Love juices were leaking from between the legs of the woman straddling my lap. They soaked through her already thoroughly wet panties and even her leggings, dirtying my legs.
“Hnn, hnn…!”
I removed my hands from her breasts after she had already come hard, and neatly fixed her clothes. I waited a moment while she leaned against me, still lost in the afterglow, until she settled down.
“That’s it for today. Let’s go.”
“Y-yeshee…”
A little later, I helped the dazed woman to her feet, stood up, and today’s “workout” came to an end.