Chapter 47: The Beloved Da-bin (Branch Point 03)

Da-bin's absence after quitting her cafe part-time job left a huge gap. I posted a job ad to find a new hire and hustled alongside Han Jae-min. After a frantic day at the cafe, I headed home and waited for Da-bin.

I still hadn't gotten specifics from her about her gym hours or duties. All she mentioned was that her main role would be influencer promo for the gym, with some front desk work on the side. Was it because today was her first day? Her shift was running late.

The endless wait was bad enough, but knowing she'd planted herself at a gym—a place where all eyes would be on the female members working out—really grated on me. And those male trainers? They'd find any excuse for skinship with the women. Sure, Da-bin was staff, not a member, but she'd cross paths with those guys constantly.

I wanted to barge in, check out the owner and the setup, but I held back. It'd just cause trouble for her.

In the quiet house, only the clock ticked away. But I didn't have time to sit around fantasizing. Time for Kegels and squats. With Da-bin out, I could focus on training. If the perk wouldn't max my stamina, I'd grind it out myself. Gritting my teeth, I started my anti-premature ejaculation routine.

Da-bin signed the contract like she was possessed. Her main gig was influencer marketing for the gym, but she'd cover front desk as needed. Front desk was one thing, but influencer work? The old her would've never dreamed of it.

Reflecting on her bold choice, she puzzled over why. 'Is it because I've barely worked out here before? Being around makes my heart race for no reason... Sorry, Do-yoon oppa, but I really wanna try this...'

'Plus, the owner said I can work out freely when he's not at the desk...'

After signing, the owner walked her through front desk basics.

"Da-bin, we're still figuring out the SNS promo angle, so take it easy on the influencer stuff."

"Yes, sir."

"Just cover the desk when we're short-staffed and work out at your leisure!"

"Okay..."

"Oh, and! To prep for full influencer mode later, you should do weights too!"

"Weights?"

"Yeah, you haven't tried 'em, right?"

"No..."

"Your lines ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠are so sleek—you'll see killer results quick. If form's tricky..."

"I'll spot her!"

Choi Hyun-woo jumped in mid-convo.

"Perfect, ask Hyun-woo. Or me, or any trainer. Whatever works for you, Da-bin."

"Hey, Im-tta! Learn from me."

"Ugh... Oppa, behave!"

"Why? I'm solid! Right, Ji-ho?"

"This guy's cocky no matter where. Haha!"

"Always like this here...?"

Da-bin frowned at the owner like she'd seen something gross.

"Yep. College senior-junior, right? Bet it was worse back then."

"Tch... I'm teaching for free, and you trash-talk?"

"Im-tta, truth is, Hyun-woo's better than most trainers. Body's improved tons since he started. You saw it too, right? Better than college?"

"Ugh... Don't wanna praise him..."

"Im-tta!"

"Anyway, looking forward to working with you, Da-bin!"

The owner, Kang Ji-ho, extended his hand. Da-bin shook it—a standard formality.

But she caught herself overthinking it. 'Oppa’s so into netorase... even this bugs me. Maybe tease him with it later?'

As she finished with Kang Ji-ho, another hand shot out.

"Da-bin, please take care of me too!"

Choi Hyun-woo parroted with a sleazy grin.

"Ugh! Oppa, gross!"

"What's gross, Im-tta? Purely professional! You're the perv here!"

"N-no! What?!"

She snapped at his teasing, but felt her ears burn red.

'Argh! Why're my ears red all sudden... All 'cause of Hyun-woo oppas weird talk!'

"See? Ears red, Im-tta!"

"Hey! Choi Hyun-woo!"

Da-bin exploded, landing tsundere punches.

Pow! Pow!

"Ow! Sorry, sorry, Da-bin!"

"You need to get your head straight, oppa!"

Pow! Pow!

Hyun-woo desperately blocked her flurry. Kang Ji-ho smiled at the pair.

"You two get along great, huh?"

"N-no... Owner!"

"Haha, kidding, Da-bin."

Kang Ji-ho brushed it off laughingly. But Hyun-woo pounced.

"Ji-ho nailed it! Me n' Da-bin's tight like that!"

"Hey!!! Choi ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hyun-woo!!!"

Pow! Pow!

Bruises bloomed on Hyun-woo's body right there.

"Hey, Da-bin. Look at these bruises—purple as hell. Too much?"

Hyun-woo, drenched in sweat, whined.

"Y-you deserved it!"

"Fine, guilty! But c'mon—"

"Sigh... What now? Hmm?"

"Blow me."

"You're insane?!"

"Haha, just so thrilled to see ya, Im-tta."

"Keep groping me, and I'll tell Do-yoon oppa everything!"

"Do-yoon knows I've adored you forever. Nothing new."

"Guess I quit today..."

"Once you taste training, quitting cold turkey ain't easy, Im-tta!"

Hyun-woo flexed his pumped arms at her tongue-clicking face.

"Feel this! Weights'll get you bouncy like me?"

"Eww, gross! Sweaty mess!"

"Time to lift? I'll help!"

"Sigh... Heading out today..."

"Tomorrow then, Im-tta?"

Da-bin ditched the clingy Hyun-woo and left the gym.

Da-bin emerged from the gym after work and training. Fresh from a shower, she smelled of fluffy body wash.

"Da-bin, job okay?"

"Yeah! Learned front desk from the owner, trained all day!"

"Long desk shifts?"

"Nah, just cover slow times or evenings."

Her words sparked reasonable suspicion. Bet the owner hired her to lure male customers. Pretty part-timers boost PC bang traffic—gyms would be worse. She'd do influencer stuff eventually per contract, but just her working out would pack the place.

I hadn't visited yet to avoid bothering her, but soon I'd scope the owner's face. Or hit up Choi Hyun-woo?

As I turned the key, Da-bin spoke up.

"Oppa... Hyun-woo oppa bugged me again today..."

"Again?"

"Yeah! Kept sticking to 'help with weights'!"

"Sigh, that guy... Tell him no weights, Da-bin."

"But... Owner said weights before influencer stuff..."

"Hmm... I join the gym, spot you?"

"No need, oppa... If Hyun-woo pesters, I'll ask owner or other trainers."

"If it's weird, I'll help."

Her growing contacts with other guys worried me... but dirty images flooded my mind too. Da-bin sweating on machines, owner "correcting form" with sneaky touches... Rage mixed with a raging hard-on.

Maybe ask Hyun-woo? We talk direct, long history means he won't cross lines. Well, his lines differ from normal...

While I pondered, she declined my offer.

"No, oppa... But oppa..."

"Yeah?"

"Oppa, you hard right now?"

"Uh... Yeah?"

"Something's off down there..."

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I was hard, but pants weren't tenting much. Average-below size helped. She spotted the faint bulge and knew? Probably not—overthinking me, with her recent teasing vibe. Plus, my lust boiled over. Hard to hold back, no plans to linger here. Better farm points, regress as planned.

No need to dodge her netorase bait. I affirmed her hunch.

"Uh... Yeah, Da-bin. Kinda stiff. Haha..."

"From hearing Hyun-woo oppa bugged me?"

"Dunno... Just various stuff..."

She eyed me sultrily, urging honesty. Lips parted.

"Oppa... Shook hands with owner today... Hyun-woo oppa threw a fit to shake mine too..."

Her taunting began. Her hand grazed my dick.

"Hyun-woo oppa adores me? Spouting that weird crap..."

"Nngh... Da-bin..."

Ejaculation surged.

"Who'd you want me fucked by, oppa? Hyun-woo? Owner?"

Squelch! Squelch!

Precum leaked heavy, slicking her hand.

"Ha... Da-bin..."

"Or... All those trainer oppas... Gangbang?"

Spurt! Spurt!

Her words broke me. Days into training, but this was ridiculous—too ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fast. Her taunt hit too hard.

She wiped my thick cum off her hand.

"Oppa... Your cum smells so strong... Wonder about theirs?"

My dick hardened again at her netorase talk. Quick recovery. She pounced.

"Oppa! Total perv!!"

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough. Already hyped.