Chapter 13

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 13

Chapter Title: Pure Love Internet Star?

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“Excuse me. Is anyone in here?”

A sudden voice sent chills down my spine.

Why the hell had the Dean come here?

“...Coach?”

We'd been in the middle of things when we froze, and Na-young looked at me.

I put my index finger to my lips like Faker.

“Shh. The Dean's at the door.”

“What? Eep!”

Na-young clapped her hand over her mouth in shock.

She knew she couldn't get caught.

Na-young saw this as “coaching,” but she hadn't lost all common sense.

She was aware of social perceptions.

'And she definitely feels shame about being exposed.'

A coach having sex with an athlete on campus.

She knew that couldn't get out.

If it were another staff member, maybe I could talk my way out of it...

But the Dean? That was a whole different story.

“Ha, why's the Dean here?”

“No idea. Wonder why she came.”

I was puzzled too.

She'd never visited once during my entire time working here.

“W-what do we do? If she finds out...”

*Squeeze...*

Her words said one thing, but her pussy clenched tight around my cock.

The tension and thrill of getting caught amped up her excitement.

'...This is kinda hot in its own way.'

We were already deep into sex anyway.

On half impulse, I rocked my hips.

“Ah! Nngh! C-Coach? Are you crazy...”

“Knowing the Dean's right outside makes it even more exciting, doesn't it, Na-young?”

“T-that's... but... eek! S-stop. Ah...♥ Hn...♥ What if she hears...?”

“It's fine. I locked the door just in case.”

I kept thrusting as I whispered in Na-young's ear.

“Of course, if you moan too loud, she might hear.”

“Eut... ngh...♥”

Na-young shot me a resentful glare.

Of course, with her pussy gripping my cock like that, I wasn't scared.

*Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!*

Slower than before, I rocked my hips to tease her.

Her body trembled like moans were about to burst out.

“Mmph! Hnngh! Mmph!”

In the end, Na-young clamped both hands over her mouth.

She couldn't hold back the moans through willpower alone.

“...What if I forcibly pry Na-young's hands away right here?”

“!!”

Na-young desperately shook her head.

Like that was the one thing she absolutely couldn't allow.

“You sure it's not okay? The moment I say it, your pussy squeezes like this?”

“Mmph! Mmmph!”

Na-young shuddered with a look like she was about to lose it.

Forcing back moans while feeling it must be torture.

This was her first time, too.

She had no idea how to contain the pleasure or control her moans.

“Huh? Aren't you super turned on by this thrilling play?”

*Squish! Squish! Squish!*

Hip movements and wet sounds filled the air.

Not loud enough to carry outside, but Na-young didn't know that.

“Mmph! Hnngh! Mmmph!”

She held back moans with a face on the verge of climax.

Feeling it to the max without being able to moan—pure torment?

That's when Na-young, who'd just been taking it, moved.

Her legs wrapped around my waist like a clamp.

*Squeeze!*

'Whoa, reverse armbar on her first fuck?'

She was dead set on making me cum.

My movements restricted, her pussy squeezed from all sides.

Intense stimulation.

The sheer lewdness of the act was a huge turn-on.

I nearly came on reflex.

'Not quite at the edge, so I'm good...'

But I didn't want to forcibly pry her legs off.

That'd be admitting defeat in sex.

'Gotta think ahead. Can't yield control.'

*Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Smooch! Slurp!*

Small movements, fast tempo, hitting her weak spots.

At the same time, I fondled her sensitive breasts and tickled her earlobes.

“Mmph! Hnngh! Mmmph...!”

I kneaded her jiggling tits in time with the pistoning.

My other hand gently teased her earlobes.

No skilled woman could endure three weak spots at once.

Na-young just trembled helplessly in dizzying pleasure.

“How's it feel? Can't do a thing but take it—driving you crazy, right?”

“Nngh...♥ Nghh♥ Hn...♥”

She wanted to resist, but her hands were busy muffling herself.

Her legs locked around my waist—she couldn't unwrap now.

If anything, it let me thrust even deeper.

*Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!*

“Mmph♥ Hnngh♥ Hn♥ Nngh...♥”

Na-young's pupils dilated in dizzying pleasure.

The rebound from holding back was building.

“Eut♥ Hnng♥ C-Coach...♥”

Our arousal peaked right then.

The Dean's visit had spiced up the sex.

The door was locked anyway—she couldn't come in.

No sound from outside meant she'd probably left already.

*Creak...*

The moment I thought that.

The definitely-locked door swung open.

'......Huh?'

I stopped thrusting and looked up.

The Dean stood there, staring in disbelief.

The Dean's dazed gaze fixed on our joined bodies.

She held a box of drinks and a cart.

...Must be the campus master key.

'A master key existed?'

I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠never imagined such a thing.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't have thought the Dean would bring it to pick the lock.

“...I picked the lock thinking something was wrong. What the hell is this?”

Anger twisted the Dean's face.

She looked ready to charge and slap me.

If she had, I'd have taken it meekly.

“Dean, this is...”

“I thought you were decent, so I gave you a chance. And you secretly fuck an athlete in the office!”

I stood up and draped a blanket over Na-young first.

She was still lost in pleasure and couldn't easily move.

I quickly dressed and stood meekly before the Dean.

I had nothing to say, even with ten mouths.

“...Unbelievable. Are you even human? I came to encourage your hard work. And this is how you repay me?”

“I'm sorry. I have no excuses.”

“Of course not! You've disappointed me beyond words!”

The Dean glared at me with blazing eyes.

Honestly, this reaction surprised me a bit.

I'd thought she'd stay cool and say what needed saying, no matter what.

“...I'm truly sorry.”

Either way, I apologized with all sincerity.

I'd been too careless.

If I was going to do this, I should've been way more careful not to get caught.

“...Enough. I don't even want to talk. We'll handle this by the book.”

The Dean, silent for a while, spoke coldly, like she'd cut something off.

It felt like the old her I knew.

“Coach Han Dae-wi will face disciplinary action and expulsion, of course. With this, athlete Han Na-young can't stay either.”

“Dean! This is all my fault as the adult. She's a young athlete with a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bright future—give her another chance...”

“Everyone training at our academy is an adult. I don't see them as kids who can't make judgments like this.”

I begged more desperately than when I was fired before.

I even got on my knees, but she was firm.

She wasn't wrong to follow regulations.

Getting caught having sex meant accepting the discipline.

Sure, coach-athlete romances and hookups happen carelessly.

But getting caught vs. not—that makes all the difference.

Even so, the Dean could've handled it quietly out of consideration.

In the end, Na-young and I left the Korean Sports Academy.

“Hoo!”

I stood blankly in the park, gazing at the sky.

Maybe because I'd always lived so intensely and busily?

It felt like ages since I'd last looked up like this.

“Pretty sky, huh?”

Someone approached beside me.

Even outside the academy, she still shone.

“Coach.”

“...Na-young. I'm not a coach anymore.”

“Oh, then Dae-wi oppa?”

Na-young beamed at me.

Quitting taekwondo and getting kicked out—why was she smiling?

Her face looked brighter than ever.

“Why the long face? Even looking at my pretty face doesn't cheer you up?”

“...I'm sorry. It's all my fault.”

“Why's it oppa's fault? I hugged you because I like you too.”

Na-young giggled in response.

She could say that because she didn't know.

About me using the system to gain her trust.

About getting cocky and slipping up carelessly.

“What if, just what if.”

“Yeah, oppa?”

“What if I used some weird system... to manipulate your feelings?”

“Like a hypnosis app from Efeltoon?”

“Something like that.”

“Hmm~”

Na-young pondered with a finger to her cheek, then answered lightly.

“I'd still be okay with it.”

“Okay with it?”

“I fell for oppa because you worked harder than anyone during tough times, ran over like it was your own problem when a kid sprained her ankle, and made delicious kimchi jjigae.”

“That's...”

“I don't know how OP the cheat is, but no one can easily win Han Na-young's heart. I fell for you, oppa.”

She playfully poked my side.

“And my first time felt amazing because you were so gentle♥”

“That was because I like you.”

“Exa~ctly. So I like eve~rything about oppa too?”

Na-young threw herself into my arms.

She looked up cutely.

“Don't blame yourself for everything. I have zero regrets about meeting you, oppa.”

Tears welled up from emotion.

Too pathetic—I held them back.

I just gently stroked Na-young's hair.

Seemed like what she wanted.

“Hehe! Oppa’s hands are big and warm.”

“Not sad about quitting taekwondo?”

“I'd be lying if I said not at all. But I'm not that sad.”

“Even though it's what you've done your whole life?”

“Maybe especially because of that. Without Dae-wi oppa, I'd just crumble more there alone.”

...I got what she meant.

If Na-young hadn't overcome her slump?

Isolated in her department, just endless suffering.

“I know myself. I'd waste time and collapse on my own. I never fit in with anyone.”

Na-young rubbed her head affectionately against my chest.

“So, traded for an awesome boyfriend—profit! Right?”

“Huh? Are we dating?”

“Huh? What? Then no? You're not dumping me?”

“No, you're too good for me...”

“Don't worry. My standards are high. Or rather, you raised them sky-high.”

Na-young teasingly stroked my abs.

“And everyone knows there's no guy with a body this good and a dick this big?”

Na-young tiptoed and whispered in my ear.

“So get ready♥ I'll use all my athletic stamina to suck every drop of your cum♥”

I finally chuckled and hugged Na-young.

Not enough for her—she puckered her lips.

“Aw~ Come on. After saying all that, a hug's not gonna cut it, right?”

As her boyfriend requested, I kissed her right away.

A light kiss, lips only, no tongue.

When we parted, Na-young grinned mischievously.

“Next up, hotel?”

After that, we officially started dating.

Scraped together savings for a tiny place.

One day while living together, I suggested.

“Wanna try internet streaming?”

“Streaming?”

“Yeah. Your face and body could rival any idol. Waste to let it go unused.”

“Oh come on~ Already at lunch?♥ Used condoms for morning sex too...♥”

“Ahem! Anyway, how about streaming workouts while chilling?”

“Sounds good! Could be fun!”

We bought gear and started streaming right away.

As expected, it blew up from the first broadcast.

Na-young's yoga videos were guaranteed hits.

Riding foreign algorithms too, racking up a million views easy.

Heck, with her looks, she'd trend just sitting and studying.

“Hey everyone~ It's Na-young~”

Na-young waved at the camera, now comfy with streaming.

She was called “Goddess” in streams.

Thanks to her overwhelming looks and body disrupting the streaming ecosystem.

“Hello, this is Han Dae-wi.”

I'd gained some notoriety(?) as her boyfriend.

“...Why always pick on me.”

“Right?! Why trash-talk my oppa! I'm getting mad!”

“Ah, what'd you say about my oppa's dic—mmph! Mmph!”

“Sorry, everyone. Let's start today's content.”

A minor mishap(?), but the stream went smoothly.

Na-young carried on unfazed.

'...She's good.'

Han Na-young chatting brightly with a huge smile.

She looked way happier and more fulfilled than before.

But was this really the right path?

Na-young definitely had world-class athlete talent.

'If she'd kept at taekwondo, she'd have made it big.'

Lost in thought, Na-young poked my side.

“Oppa, what're you doing? Focus on me, not other thoughts. Chu!”

“Yeah, you're right.”

The chat exploded over the kiss as I dove into the stream.

“Jealous, everyone? Hold it in. It's 'cause I love Na-young this much.”

“Ahn~ Oppa...♥”

Right path or not, I had a duty ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to make Na-young happy.