Tanker Qualities 1
The next day, before the alarm even went off at dawn, Harina's eyes snapped open. Her whole body was drenched in sweat, and her heart was still racing from the intense emotions she'd endured the day before.
I'm crazy, Harina. You're really fucking crazy.
She hadn't slept a wink last night. The image of her oppa's back as he sweetly went shopping with U Jeong, and the shock when they returned arm in arm. It felt like a chunk of her chest had just plummeted. Jealousy. It was the first time in her life she'd felt that black, sticky emotion. It tormented her all night long.
Imagining him making pasta for U Jeong, smiling at her tenderly, and... even kissing her, their bodies entwined. The fantasies chained together endlessly, keeping her wide awake. Every time, her lower belly heated up, and that strange pleasure she'd felt on the ring yesterday swept through her body. The thrilling sensation when he'd hit her. The inexplicable excitement blooming amid the submission and defeat.
Am I... a pervert? I've really gone weird.
Harina kicked off the covers and got up. To clear her tangled thoughts, she changed into workout clothes. Maybe sweating it out with oppa today and learning boxing would help. Or hell, maybe she'd get so strong that bitches like U Jeong wouldn't even register.
Down in the living room, Hadojin was already stretching. Spotting her, he flashed the same gentle smile as yesterday.
"Up early, huh? Couldn't sleep because of what happened yesterday?"
"No way! I slept like a rock!"
Harina snapped back gruffly, starting her stretches extra aggressively just to spite him. But that one kind voice of his shook the resolve she'd hardened all night.
"Good to hear. Ready to run today, then?"
They headed out side by side. The dawn air was chilly, but Harina's insides still burned. She started off faster than yesterday. She didn't want to lose to oppa. She didn't want U Jeong stealing him away.
Hearing her ragged breaths, Hadojin matched her pace effortlessly.
"Slow down. Overpacing yourself will wear you out quick."
"Worry about yourself, oppa. I'm fine."
Harina gritted her teeth and pushed on. But after thirty minutes, a stitch stabbed her side like it was ripping apart. Her legs buckled, vision blurring.
"Hah... hah..."
She finally collapsed by the roadside. Frustration and grievance made tears prick her eyes.
That's when Hadojin crouched in front of her, handing over a water bottle.
"See? Told you. Competitive spirit's great, but knowing your pace matters more."
His voice wasn't scolding—it was warm advice. Harina took the water silently and drank. Meeting his eyes melted away the night's jealousy and anger like snow.
"Sorry... I got too..."
"I get it. You're upset about yesterday. But it's fine. Means you care that much about me."
Harina's face burned at his words. It was like he saw right through her.
"C'mon, up you go. We'll call the run here and head to the gym. Boxing's better for venting anyway."
He offered his hand. Harina hesitated a beat, then grabbed it and stood. His hand was still big and warm.
At the gym, yesterday's memories made her body tense up. The humiliation on the ring, and the weird pleasure that had bloomed from it.
"Let's rebuild the basics today. Footwork and guard. Your lower body's solid, but your upper guard's sloppy."
Hadojin started coaching calmly, like nothing had happened. He adjusted her stance bit by bit. Every touch on her waist or shoulders sent electric thrills through her.
"Guard always protects the chin. Like this."
He stood behind her, grabbing her arms to fix her form. His firm chest pressed against her back. Harina held her breath. She could almost feel his heartbeat through her.
"Now, hit the heavy bag. Use hip rotation like I showed."
Harina faced the bag, channeling all her pent-up rage, jealousy, and nameless desire into her fists.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The heavy impacts echoed through the gym. Her punches were way stronger and sharper than yesterday. Even without mana, the bag swung wildly.
"Nice. Real power there. Feeling better?"
"Nope! Not even close!"
Harina panted, turning to him. Her eyes blazed with challenge.
"Oppa. Spar with me again. For real this time."
Hadojin eyed her a moment, then smirked.
"Won't regret it?"
"Hell no."
They geared up with headgear and gloves, climbing into the ring. The air felt different from yesterday. No fear in Harina's eyes anymore—just the contradictory urge to beat him and submit to him.
"Go!"
Harina unleashed a furious barrage from the start. Jabs, straights, hooks. Her fists flew relentlessly at Hadojin. But he was still slick, deflecting with minimal motion and countering her openings precisely.
Thwack!
His light jab grazed her abs. A grunt escaped her as her body curled, but pain mingled with hot pleasure surging from her core.
"Hah... ♥"
The moan slipped out unbidden. Harina bit her lip. She didn't want him seeing this side of her.
"Harder... hit me harder...!"
She almost begged. Her eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed with arousal.
Hadojin paused, watching her.
"Rina, you're acting kinda off... Wanna stop?"
"Shut up! This is the real me! I wanna lose to you, get hit, turn into a mess! So... please... wreck me... ♥"
At her confession, Hadojin's gaze turned cold. Hesitation vanished, replaced by dominance and conquest.
"If that's what you want."
His voice was icy. In the next instant, his movement changed completely. No more dodging—he advanced, cornering her.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Endless punches rained down. Abs, ribs, shoulders. Harina took them helplessly. It hurt, but insane pleasure dominated her body. Legs trembled, breath choked her throat.
"Haa... haa... yes... so good... ♥"
She moaned in ecstasy. Finally, his heavy straight smashed her jaw.
Bam!
The world spun. Harina crumpled to the canvas. Strength drained from her limbs, vision blacking out. But just before passing out, she saw it—Hadojin's cold eyes looking down, burning with raw desire.
In that moment, hot juices squirted from her pussy like a fountain.
Ah... oppa... ♥
That was her last thought.
How much time passed? When Harina came to, she was on the bench, head pillowed on Hadojin's firm thigh.
"Awake?"
He asked softly, brushing sweat-matted hair from her forehead. Her face flamed; she tried to sit up fast. But he pressed her shoulder gently.
"Just rest. You'll still be dizzy."
"......"
Harina lay back, silent, using his thigh as a pillow. His warmth and muscle firmness seeped into her head. Her heart pounded wildly. But her mouth spat gruffness.
"Fuck. Losing to some egay-nam."
"Building toughness is a good sign~"
Hadojin chuckled, lightly petting her hair. Harina's breath hitched. His soft fingers grazing her forehead made more juices gush from her pussy.
"My punches pack a real wallop. Surviving them... your durability's impressive. Better than yesterday."
"Ugh, that pisses me off. Am I a heavy bag now?"
"Then beat me."
Harina shot up, glaring daggers. But Hadojin's serene, Buddha-like smile killed her anger. A sigh escaped her.
"Oppa... getting hit feels good... Am I turning weird?"
She asked honestly. Hadojin scratched his cheek with a finger.
"Toughness ain't weird. You've always been a bit numb. Stronger than most guys."
"That's a compliment?"
"Yeah. It is."
She swallowed the I'm a girl too retort. She'd always prided herself on her tomboy strength.
"But no need to take hits on purpose just 'cause it feels good. Cumulative damage leads to total defeat."
"......"
"So I am turning pervy? Definitely not normal. I've been having weird dreams lately too..."
"Oh? What kind?"
Harina pouted, face exploding red.
"...Some."
Hadojin, who’d been crouching, stood abruptly. Harina glimpsed it—his dick, rock hard. He turned away to hide, but clearly, he'd gotten horny watching her.
Her mind raced with fantasies.
Does he... like me back?
Her pussy itched. She'd leaked so much the ring floor was soaked.
No way he saw... Must think it's sweat.
"Rina. Up. One more round."
His chipper voice snapped her alert. Harina stood tall. A drop trailed down her thigh, but she ignored it.
"Fine! This time, I'm landing one right on that smug face!"
Looks like morning sparring would drag on today.