Chapter 121
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Oh My God
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Oh my God, the world.
It might look a little different depending on condition, situation, and lighting.
But overall, it was something that gave off a satisfying vibe.
Yet today, Junior popping out from Catherine's pussy looked markedly different.
"......"
And it seemed I wasn't the only one who thought so.
Catherine, slouched on the mattress, covered her mouth and murmured.
"Oh, my God, the world…."
Even Catherine, who had been sucking it closer than I had, freaked out in shock.
Covered in all sorts of fluids, the cock took on a more massive and ferocious shape than ever before.
Veins bulging unevenly in dark red, to the point where I wondered, Is this okay?
A curve that bent more dizzyingly than usual, and somehow a girth that felt thicker.
"...Oh, Woojin, what is this…?"
No matter how much men tend to overhype their own appendage, this throbbing beast on the verge of explosion felt utterly alien.
Why did it suddenly become like this…?
In that brief moment, all sorts of thoughts swirled in my head.
Was all this because of my S-rank 'Stamina'? Or just because my condition was exceptionally good today? Or maybe the lighting in this gym was particularly flattering?
Then it hit me.
Come to think of it, since when…?
Yeah, now that I thought about it, something was definitely off.
It's true outliers exist everywhere, but mine was massive enough to stand out even among Westerners.
Unlike theirs, which were often big but floppy, mine was both huge and rock-hard.
Like a perfect blend of Eastern and Western advantages.
But.
Since when was it like that?
It was obviously innate, yet the very fact that I was wondering since when felt strange.
If I'd been born like this, there should've been a huge fuss back in middle or high school, or in the army—but I had no such memories—
"Ah…?"
No, there had been plenty of those incidents. Definitely.
Yeah.
The guys were so envious that even in the army, I'd shower at times when no one was around.
Yeah, it had always been like that.
What the hell, I'm thinking stupid shit because of how hectic the day's been.
The cock, erect to the point of aching, felt like it would explode if I didn't shove it in right now.
"Oh... Woojin, fuck me... Please fuck me brutally..."
And there was a naked woman right in front of me, spreading her pussy lips wide.
Blood surged to the tip of my head in a dizzying rush.
"Kyaaak!"
I lunged forward, crushing her body under my weight.
"Hm…?"
Dazzling sunlight peeked through the curtains.
Usually, mornings felt refreshingly clear, but today there was a slight daze…
It vanished.
"Hm."
Yesterday was Saturday, so today was Sunday.
Feeling even more refreshed than usual, I threw off the covers and got up.
The mansion Melody had gifted me was proving incredibly useful.
Heading down to the first floor from the bed, I heard movement from the kitchen.
As I slowly approached.
"Oh, Woojin. You're up?"
Catherine, wearing a white apron, greeted me.
White steam rose from the kettle.
"Want some coffee?"
Catherine smiled softly.
I hadn't known she could make that kind of smile—it was pretty charming.
Instead of answering, I slipped behind her and pulled her into a hug.
Her breasts weren't huge, but the soft feel of them through the thin apron was delightful.
"Coffee sounds good. But don't you need some cream?"
"Heh, hng…. Can't drink it without that…."
Even as I joked about rinsing her mouth with cum before coffee, Catherine gently stroked my arms around her.
⤷ Primary Condition: Participate in 5 official 'ABA' training sessions with 'Catherine Tramell'. (0/5)
⤷ Secondary Condition: Fulfill the primary condition first.
Catherine's Subordination Level was currently at 83%.
Now it was time to covet her final talent. Of course, the condition was pretty tricky.
Weekdays were tough for ABA gym training due to shoots, so weekends were the only option if possible.
It was a time-consuming condition.
But time was the only issue—it was a reward I'd inevitably claim eventually.
So for now.
"Haa…! W-Woojin…. Th-that spot hurts…."
"So you hate it?"
"...N-no…."
After ravaging her plenty at the gym yesterday, we'd spent a long night together back at the mansion, and Catherine was complaining of soreness.
But I couldn't just let go of this cheeky bitch in a sheer apron that left nothing to the imagination.
"Just once. Exactly once."
What’s the most futile promise in the world?
Maybe 'just once' is the phrase most often used for such empty vows.
"Eungh, urgh…. You said just once…."
Catherine in the passenger seat shot me a glare while complaining of pain.
"You loved it, though. Who was the one shaking her ass and moaning like a slut?"
But when I softly squished her cheek and met her eyes, Catherine shyly averted her gaze, lowering her head.
"...It felt good…."
"So next time, let's develop another hole."
I reached over and gently rubbed deep into her ass with my finger.
"Eh, ehh? A-another hole? Ahng?!"
"You know which one. It'll be fine—you'll love it."
"Eut, haeut…?!"
After teasing her perineum just enough to tickle, I gripped the wheel again and started the engine.
"It's the weekend, so let's hit training for once."
"W-Woojin, what about me…?"
"Say you're not feeling well and just go through the motions."
"......"
I felt bad for Catherine limping along, but that was the condition.
3 minutes.
A mere 180 seconds.
The effort boxers put in to survive that short time in the ring far surpasses it immeasurably.
Hearts pounding like they're about to burst 365 days a year, breath reeking of blood, swinging punches in a trance where they don't even know how they're moving.
They expressed joy at seeing 'Jung Woo-jin' back in the gym.
"Whoa! Woojin, what's up?"
"Hey hey! Check out who's here, guys!"
He wasn't training to go pro like them.
But the stamina he'd built earned him plenty of respect.
They knew better than anyone that such 'Stamina' didn't come from ordinary effort.
And.
Seeing Catherine shyly follow behind Jung Woo-jin, they cheered even louder.
Catherine tried to hide it, walking as normally as she could.
But to those with dynamic vision that caught even the slightest shoulder twitch, her 'awkwardness' was obvious.
"Whoa! Catherine, you finally did it? Haha! Congrats."
"Whoa?! No way, Catherine's turned into a meek lamb? Woojin, you must be stronger than you look!"
The gym erupted in rowdy cheers and whistles.
Stepping in to stop them was Jim Miller from the coach's office.
"Quiet down, you punks! You warmed up before yapping?!"
At his appearance, the boxers smirked and prepped for stamina training.
Coincidentally, today's session was the same 'Interval Training' from when Jung Woo-jin had joined before.
Jim Miller glared at Catherine.
"You look like shit—why show up at this hour?"
"I'll take it easy. Woojin—."
Catherine tried to say something, but Jim Miller had already brushed past her toward Jung Woo-jin.
Standing on tiptoes to slap his shoulder, he was far friendlier than his prickly vibe toward Catherine.
"So, you've fallen for boxing's charm too, huh? That itch to jump in just watching—I get it."
"Hahaha…."
"Don't worry. You've got real talent, from what I see. Dodging punches like an eel and landing them ain't everything. That stamina and grit without proper training? That's rarer talent. Haha!"
"Haha. You think so? Not sure about the future, but mind if I train properly for a bit?"
"Of course! Anytime—join us!"
Watching this, Catherine sighed deeply and plopped her ass on a mat corner.
"That old man's at it again…."
Her lowered gaze caught a small stain.
"Huh…?"
Glancing around, Catherine realized she was midway between storage and center, and hurriedly rubbed the floor with her finger.
A bit of dried powder flaked off, but the mark didn't fully vanish.
"Wh-what do I do…."
Jung Woo-jin said he'd cleaned, but not perfectly.
It was faint, barely different from a sweat stain.
But to Catherine, the one who'd made it, it stood out sharper than a zebra's stripes.
"Wh-where's a towel?"