You're Awake, Right?
An Seo-ra was utterly flustered.
Had her heart ever pounded this wildly at the mere sight of someone else? She felt heat surge through her body, her face burning.
Don't tell me I'm into married men...?
'No, no! That's not it!'
An Seo-ra fiercely rejected the thought that had suddenly surfaced.
Into married men? Absolutely not. Even if the sky fell, that couldn't happen.
'It's definitely not that. I didn't even know that man was Cheol-jin's father in the first place.'
That flutter had come before she knew the man in the photo was married. So it didn't count. The source of this fluttering had nothing to do with married men.
'It's just that his bone structure and muscle shape are my type... well, that's pretty perverted too, isn't it.'
Of course, it was better than being into married men, but getting excited over bones and muscles wasn't exactly normal either.
'Was I this much of a muscle pervert?'
Naturally, An Seo-ra was somewhat aware of her own tastes. She couldn't not know, considering how her eyes went wild at the sight of any well-developed physique, man or woman.
But she had always thought of it as a matter of preference, not sexual taste.
At least, until just moments ago.
Thump, thump.
Her heart pounded fiercely. The heat wouldn't subside; if anything, her blood seemed to rush faster and faster.
The feeling was unfamiliar, something she'd never experienced before. Not even when she was touching herself alone did it feel like this.
In contrast to Kang Cheol-jin's body relaxing comfortably, An Seo-ra's body curled inward more and more. It was because the area below her stomach had started tingling unbearably. She regretted wearing leggings today, of all days.
Soon, An Seo-ra climbed off Kang Cheol-jin's hips, trying to correct the way her body kept curling inward on its own.
Sitting beside the mat, she furtively brushed her hand over her lower region, as if stealing a feel.
"......."
Fortunately, nothing came off on her fingers. It seemed it hadn't left a stain yet.
An Seo-ra felt embarrassment and shame at the same time—this emotion she was feeling for the first time in her life. No matter how ideal his physique was, getting aroused over a married man—what kind of situation was that?
But wait. Was this truly the first time she'd felt such an emotion?
"...Cheol-jin, are you asleep?"
"......."
No answer came back. Only the sound of steady, rhythmic breathing hung low in the air.
An Seo-ra was recalling something that had happened before. The first time she touched a man's thing. Her heart had pounded back then, just like it was now.
Now that she thought about it, that was true. The person her gaze had first been drawn to wasn't some married man she'd never met—it was Kang Cheol-jin, right there in front of her.
Why had she wanted to put Kang Cheol-jin into that competition in the first place?
'Because I wanted to see.'
She'd wanted to confirm the muscles hidden beneath the fat. Then why did she want to confirm that? Because Kang Cheol-jin's outwardly visible body type was close to her ideal.
At the time, she hadn't been very aware of it. His high body fat percentage meant there was no way to check the detailed shape of his muscles. She'd only sensed it intuitively and felt what could vaguely be called an obsession without quite being one.
...And just now, she'd confirmed it. The shape of the ideal musculature she'd only ever dreamed of.
Just as looks are hereditary, muscles are also largely genetic. From body type—what people call build—to muscle attachment points, muscle fiber distribution, length, even the distribution of skin and subcutaneous fat.
'If Cheol-jin gets properly in shape too, he'll look like that...'
Perhaps even more perfectly matching her ideal.
She'd only seen Kang Cheol-jin's father from the front. Even then, his abs were an eight-pack, not a six-pack, slightly off from her taste. And yet her heart had pounded this much—what if Kang Cheol-jin properly sculpted his body?
Just imagining it sent a tingle through her lower belly.
Squish, squish.
Unconsciously, An Seo-ra's massage motions gradually shifted. It was closer to groping than kneading muscles.
Her hands traced over the trapezius and deltoids, then the scapula beneath them—the infraspinatus, teres minor, teres major, and rhomboids around the scapular region. Then further down, the latissimus dorsi and erector spinae.
An Seo-ra's touch crept lower and lower.
The gluteus medius and gluteus maximus of the buttocks. The vastus lateralis, hamstrings, and biceps femoris of the thigh. Even the semimembranosus and semitendinosus nestled deeper inside.
Having indulged her exploration all the way to the inner thigh, An Seo-ra's hand soon reached the calf, deeply feeling the gastrocnemius composed of the lateral and medial heads. She didn't neglect the soleus beneath it either, of course.
'His calves are thick too...'
Hah... a heated breath escaped her lips in a low murmur.
An Seo-ra loved all the muscles of the human body, but there were a few places she kept a particularly close eye on.
Namely the pectoralis major, latissimus dorsi, quadriceps, biceps femoris, and the gastrocnemius of the calf. She found calves that split into a heart shape especially sexy.
Kang Cheol-jin's calves weren't yet splitting cleanly into a heart shape, but the potential for it was absolutely there.
Truthfully, heart-shaped calves were a feature that sharply divided opinion. Most women, in particular, hated developing defined calf muscles.
But for some people, it was a realm they could never reach no matter how much they trained their whole lives. An Seo-ra herself had once thrown a fit trying to get heart-shaped calves, only to fail in the end. Calves were that kind of body part—not easily bulked up or slimmed down.
Having traced the entire posterior chain from the trapezius down to the soleus, An Seo-ra's gaze slowly traveled upward from bottom to top once more.
Her gaze stopped when it reached the wide-legged shorts. Her eyes fixed on the inner thigh visible through the gaping hem.
'Ah, I shouldn't...'
Contrary to that thought, her hand was already moving there. Soon, the sensation she'd once felt before was grasped in her palm.
*
Another six days passed. After much deliberation, I made a decision.
- Chief, I'll participate in the cosplay activity and the concept profile. Sorry for saying so late.
= Okay. Got it!
= Oh right, Cheol-jin! I don't like being called Chief!
= ?
= Call me noona. I like noona.
- Understood.
Participating in cosplay required a costume. And since Han Saebyeok made the costumes herself, I needed to quickly confirm my participation and decide on a character.
'Should I do Zoro for the cosplay character?'
Wasn't the coolest character in One Piece obviously Roronoa Zoro, who uses the three-sword style?
Imagining myself shirtless, holding three swords, I let out a goofy laugh.
'To go shirtless, I'd have to train like a madman, right?'
Pectoralis major, boom! Six-pack, boom! I wanted to film like that, shirtless. Looking at my current physical state, I wasn't sure if I could manage it, but it wasn't an impossible goal.
Seo-ra noona had said so. Three months would be enough to reach the average person's body profile level.
Of course, she'd also said I'd have to do insanely brutal training and dieting at the same time... but for a badass concept profile, I figured I could do it. With motivation this clear, I could already feel my drive surging.
There was just one problem. Lately, I was scared of getting PT from Seo-ra noona.
It wasn't the brutal workouts that scared me. I'd already steeled myself for those to some extent.
Then what was I scared of? ...I was scared I might lose my self-control.
'This is already the third time.'
During the massage after PT ended, Seo-ra noona had suddenly started touching my dick. I'd desperately pretended to be asleep and endured it, but I was nearing my limit. I was scared that at this rate, I'd lose control and pounce on noona.
She'd definitely touched it once and then stopped before, so why had she started touching it again? Including the previous times, she'd now touched my dick three times.
'I have PT again tomorrow, what do I do?'
Would I be able to keep pretending I didn't notice tomorrow too?
"Ugh, I'll just think about it when I get there tomorrow."
I had to sleep early if I was going to exercise at dawn. I forced myself to sleep.
*
And the next day.
Cardio—a run along the stream—weight training at the gym, then down to the stretching room for the usual post-workout massage.
"Cheol-jin... are you asleep?"
"......."
When I gave no answer.
Squish.
As expected, Seo-ra noona began her mischief again today. After massaging my body for a while, noona's hand flipped aside the hem of my shorts and slipped into my inner thigh.
Throb.
Inside noona's hand, my dick gradually swelled in size. And noona carefully fondled the hardened cock.
'Should I have just said I was awake?'
Last week, I really had been asleep and woken up in the middle of it... but honestly, if I didn't like Seo-ra noona touching me, I could simply have let her know I was awake. After all, noona always checked whether I was asleep or not.
But I pretended to be asleep today, too. Honestly, when a pretty girl like Seo-ra noona was fondling my dick, how could I possibly dislike it? It was just that holding on to the reins of reason was so damn hard.
And so today, once again, I barely kept my balance between reason and desire, continuing to feign sleep...
"...Cheol-jin, you're awake, aren't you?"
Seo-ra noona broke our unspoken pact.