70. [Scene] Choi A-young
70. [Scene] Choi A-young
Hye-yong let out a genuine sigh of relief.
Partly because the tight, form-fitting underwear he'd happened to wear today helped conceal things to some extent, and partly because he'd suppressed the rush of blood with superhuman mental fortitude.
'Alright. Got through today.'
Right as he reassured himself, Choi Ah-young's voice cut in.
"Shall we move on to bench press now?"
Ah.
That was still on the list!
The biggest hurdle of all had been waiting at the very end.
"Uh, yeah."
After Choi Ah-young demonstrated first, Hye-yong lay down on the equipment like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse.
'Fine. Whatever. If I just focus on the exercise, that'll handle it, right?'
To cut to the chase: not a chance.
With Choi Ah-young's bust right in front of his eyes, as if she were deliberately showing it off, he absolutely could not get it out of his head and ended up with a full, raging hard-on—crude as the term may be.
Thanks to the equipment forcing him to lie with his legs somewhat spread, if Choi Ah-young simply lowered her gaze even a little, he'd be found out.
'Ah, shit. What the hell is with her? We even had that awkward thing happen last time. She knows damn well what's up.'
She knew damn well what was up?
That phrase suddenly nagged at Hye-yong.
Choi Ah-young was not an inconsiderate friend.
That was why, starting the day after that incident, she'd switched to unrevealing gym clothes.
But the fact that today she'd shown up in workout attire that felt suggestive, proposed a different routine than usual, and was giving off a vibe as if she were coming onto him.......
'No way, is she really seducing me?'
What he'd dismissed as a joke until now began to feel like a genuinely plausible suspicion.
'Ah, fuck. The cat's already out of the bag anyway. What am I supposed to do about being turned on?'
Hye-yong adopted a "whatever happens, happens" attitude and looked at Choi Ah-young's body.
His gaze, which could be called somewhat blatant, was noticed by Choi Ah-young.
Her eyes naturally drifted downward.
'She looked, didn't she?'
How would Choi Ah-young react?
"......."
She simply blushed a little and averted her gaze. That was all.
She didn't say a word.
His suspicion inched closer to certainty.
'Choi Ah-young, doing something like this......?'
In Hye-yong's mind, the image he had of Choi Ah-young was that she probably didn't even masturbate in her daily life.
Hye-yong decided to play it out as naturally as possible.
"Ngh... There. That's three sets done, right?"
"Good work. Now you can follow what you learned when you train alone. Though you'll be learning from the instructors too, of course."
Was it just him, or did Choi Ah-young's face look full of hesitation?
Hye-yong sat on a rest bench and wiped off his sweat.
Right then, Choi Ah-young sat down beside him and wiped her own sweat.
'Th-this... this awkward yet suggestive atmosphere. No way?'
His heart started pounding.
No matter how high his tolerance had gotten on the internet, reality was a different story.
A guy who claims he can't even get hard unless it's hardcore anymore because he's seen so much extreme stuff could, in reality, get turned on just from brushing a woman's hand.
He'd already had sexual contact with three different women, but his sensibilities were still those of a hot-blooded young man.
It said it all that Hye-yong himself felt his mental age hadn't changed much since high school.
"Hey, um......."
Whoa, here it comes.
The first words, sounding like they were forced out with difficulty, echoed in the private training room.
"Y-yeah?"
"You know, back then... you, um, that, there... when it got big......"
Wow, so fucking awkward.
But maybe this was what youthful innocence felt like.
This cringey sensation of his hands and feet curling up.
It was frustrating, but it also felt like youth, which was nice.
Choi Ah-young, clearly embarrassed, turned her face the other way and continued.
"You got turned on looking at my body, right?"
"W-well...... that's, I mean, yeah."
Hearing that, Choi Ah-young flinched, then subtly turned her body toward Hye-yong.
Slowly, she placed her right hand on Hye-yong's thigh.
"You're turned on right now too, aren't you?"
He was.
Very rigidly so.
Choi Ah-young's gaze was fixed on his crotch.
There was no way he could lie anyway.
"......Yeah."
"There was something I was really curious about, you know... I debated whether to say it or not..."
Somehow, Hye-yong felt like he knew.
What Choi Ah-young was about to say.
"That day, after we parted like that... did you masturbate while thinking of me?"
Yes, indeed I did.
I was so fucking turned on, I did it not once but twice.
What am I supposed to do about being turned on?
Is a man not even allowed to jerk off?
Hye-yong condensed all those words into a single syllable.
"......Yeah."
"I see."
As soon as he answered, Choi Ah-young's body drew suddenly closer.
Thud!
Her bust approached right in front of his face.
Her arms draped over his shoulders.
Hye-yong's pelvis was trapped between Choi Ah-young's legs.
In the blink of an eye, Ah-young had mounted Hye-yong.
'W-whooooa.'
Of course, there was no direct contact with her rear, but his towering alter ego, which had overcome even the pressure of the tight underwear, kept trying to brush against her.
The moisture-dampened sports bra was practically right up to his eyes!
Since it was for exercise and waterproof, the inside wasn't showing through, but it being slightly wet couldn't be helped.
She was looking down at him with a face tinted by embarrassment yet maintaining her usual cool beauty—seriously no ordinary turn-on.
"I know. Men—no, male Awakened—they can suppress it if they try, in any situation, right?"
Uh... no?
Excuse me?
Was that kind of thing even possible?
"But the fact that you deliberately chose not to... that means you're interested in me, in my body, right?"
There seemed to be some kind of misunderstanding.
But he wasn't sure she'd believe him if he said that.
"......It's not like I have absolutely no interest either."
Honestly, he didn't even feel like making excuses.
'Wow... her sweaty body is so damn hot. Choi Ah-young's armpit sweat probably smells fresh, too. I want to bury my face in her bra, shove my nose right into the middle of that damp cleavage, and die happy.'
However, he couldn't just completely surrender to his lower half.
While going with the flow and fucking all the way like a beast also seemed like an extremely appealing option, he had a gut feeling that such a random, groundless pleasure would definitely come with responsibility attached.
Hye-yong decided to calm down slowly and ask first.
"You're not going to tell me you lost your memory and forgot how, are you?"
Ahem, let's leave that one with no comment for now.
"Ah-young."
"Yeah...."
"Even though I don't know everything about you, this much I can be certain of. You're not the type of person who'd force something like this based on simple interest alone."
Choi Ah-young fell silent.
Because Hye-yong was right.
Everything was an act calculated by gains and losses.
Of course, there was a little interest as well, but that couldn't be the primary motivation for her actions.
'As I thought, Hye-yong knows... Saying he knows me wasn't an empty phrase.'
Choi Ah-young quietly looked down at Hye-yong and waited for his next words.
"Tell me clearly. What do you want from me to go this far?"
A little weight settled into Ah-young's arms, which were resting on Hye-yong's shoulders.
The words felt a little sad.
Did I really look like that much of a calculating woman to him?
'It's true... though.'
She couldn't deny it herself, which only made the taste in her mouth more bitter.
Still, now that her intentions had been sniffed out this far, there was nothing left to make excuses with.
Only telling him remained.
What she wanted.
'If I ask him to stay by my side, always... would he do it?'
She shook her head inwardly.
Truthfully, the two of them weren't even in a special relationship.
They were merely somewhat close friends.
If she made a request like that just from mixing their bodies a bit when they weren't even lovers, she felt certain she'd be rejected.
'If I say I want to be your girlfriend....'
From what Ah-young could see, Hye-yong was a tremendously promising and excellent prospective husband.
Just looking at his current momentum, he was already called a genius, but no matter how you looked at it, he was bound to become an S-class or near-S-class Awakened in the future.
It wasn't simply his ability; she held considerable personal affection for him as well.
But the issue was, again, whether Hye-yong would accept her.
She didn't know much about men.
Being interested in someone's body probably didn't mean you liked them.
The one thing she absolutely hated was the idea of confessing, getting rejected, things becoming awkward between them, and naturally drifting apart.
Right now, Ah-young was like a child who didn't know how to ride a bicycle, and Hye-yong was like the training wheels on that bicycle.
She was scared she'd fall if those were gone.
She would probably definitely fall.
She needed a sufficient amount of time.
Until she could ride the bicycle proficiently on her own.
Ah-young thought.
Of the words that would seem to place the least burden on him.
And then, she carefully uttered them.
"Don't... drift too far away from me. Stay a close friend, like this... At least until I can, stand on my own two feet... I'd like you to help me...."
Just as her approach had been calculated, these too were thoroughly calculated words.
If anything, Hye-yong liked that about it.
Choi Ah-young, whom he had always liked both as a friend and as a woman—if he could have his way with her to his heart's content in exchange for that, then gladly.
'I was planning to take care of her enough for her to graduate properly anyway.'
Without any signal, Hye-yong grabbed Ah-young's pelvis, pulled her sharply down, and wrapped his arms around her waist in an embrace.
"Eek...!"
Their bodies pressed tightly together, their faces, slick and damp with sweat, faced each other.
Ah-young showed no reaction besides the small yelp.
She simply stared at Hye-yong with pounding eyes.
It was a silent permission that he could do anything.
"There's no... CCTV in here, right?"
"......Yeah. What would they film students exercising for, anyway."
"That's true."
Even if it was a calculated act, Choi Ah-young seemed to be looking forward to this quite a bit too.
He could feel a fierce heartbeat through their pressed chests.
'Sweaty body feels warm and nice.'
Feeling that, Hye-yong initiated the kiss first.
As their lips neared, Choi Ah-young squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
As always, the first few times were just their lips touching, but when he felt he'd enjoyed it enough, he used his tongue to open her mouth and delved deep inside.
Schlurp... Smooch... Peck....
The lewd sounds of him sucking inside her mouth echoed through the training room.
A deep kiss while tightly embracing her body—warm from the heat of exercise and damp with sweat—feeling that body heat head-on felt so incredibly good that he wanted to stay like that forever.
But he knew he had to wrap it up at an appropriate point.
Hye-yong explored Ah-young's tongue for about a minute, then detached his lips and looked at her.
Ah-young was looking at Hye-yong with dazed eyes, panting shallowly.
Then, while subtly gauging his reaction, she pursed her lips.
"I know you're aware this is all calculated... but I...! I'm not the kind of person who lives only thinking about gains and losses...! It's absolutely not that I ran to you just for your ability. It's because... I have enough affection for you that if you said you really wanted to, I could do this much for you."
Choi Ah-young's eyes wavered, as if she herself felt she sounded like she was making excuses.
"Don't think of me as someone who would casually offer her body just to gain something... This is the first time I've ever done something like this."
Somehow, she was saying something similar to Na Hee-yeon.
Were all women's hearts the same?
Either way, it felt good.
Both Na Hee-yeon and Choi Ah-young.
They had probably said those words because they didn't want to be seen as cheap women by Hye-yong.
Thinking that made his whole body tingle with pleasure.
Let's savor this moment deeply, with gratitude to God.
'Wait, so... should I be thanking Mina for this...?'
He roughly shoved those kinds of thoughts aside and decided to start with foreplay.
Since they were going to do it, he wanted to make sure her very first experience was good, pleasurable sex.
'I'll make some buffs.'
On Page 9, he had a pleasure sensitivity buff dedicated to foreplay ready.
Things like the usual Caress Proficiency and such.
After applying all of them, he immediately slipped his hand inside Choi Ah-young's shorts.
"Hik... Y-you're touching me right away..."
"I'll make you feel good."
The effects of the buffs he was currently receiving were Level 6.
He also cast the Sensitivity Amplification buff, with the hiding function applied, at Level 6 on Choi Ah-young.
Given that she rarely even masturbated normally, he figured she needed at least this level just to feel sufficiently good from a short caress.
While still embracing her, he moved only his fingers to stimulate Choi Ah-young's private parts.
'Being already damp from sweat feels so obscene. Ah, my dick's about to explode.'
At first, it was just "mm," "ngh" sounds, but after about two minutes, a sticky liquid soon began to seep out, and a sweetness crept into her moans.
"Ahng, ahh... somehow... you're so skilled... you... have experience, don't you..."
"......Well, yeah."
Choi Ah-young's face was flushed with arousal, but she nonetheless gave off a hint of disappointment.
Yet, that was the extent of it.
She didn't ask at all about when or with whom he'd done it, and focused entirely on accepting Hye-yong's touch.
"I'll make you feel good."
He gently swept upward, stimulating various spots, finding where Choi Ah-young felt it most.
It wasn't difficult with the Caress Proficiency buff.
"Nngaaht...!"
He confirmed that her moans were growing increasingly sharp.
"Hut, ahuh! It, it feels good...! Is it normally this good...? Ah...!"
Normally, it probably wouldn't be.
"Ahheung! Th-this is crazy... by myself it took so long, so long... but already the feeling... I'm about to go... Nnng, nnht, nnnnnngh...!"
Just as Choi Ah-young seemed about to climax, he stopped the stimulation.
"Huuht...!?"
The look in her eyes, as if to say 'why are you stopping,' stung him.
"If I put it in while you're feeling this aroused, it'll hurt less."
As Hye-yong took off his training pants and underwear at the same time, the rigidly towering object was revealed to the world.
Choi Ah-young's gaze, tinged with a hint of fear, fixated on it.
"W-wow... it's my first time seeing one in real life... it's bigger than I thought... it actually fits inside properly, right?"
It actually fits inside properly, right?
A line I'd always secretly wanted to hear at least once in my life. And now, that dream had just come true.