Chapter 14
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Fellatio and Second Deflowering
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“Huff!”
I snapped to attention at my desk.
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
My head felt as chilled as if I'd been doused with ice water.
What the hell was that just now?
Last time, I'd chalked it up to a dream, but this was different.
I could still faintly but clearly recall what had happened.
“Coach?”
Na-young, sitting beside me, called out in a puzzled voice.
She looked worried at my sudden behavior.
“Are you feeling sick? Or is something wrong...?”
“Na-young, did we have sex today?”
“Y-yes?”
Na-young's face flushed bright red.
She twisted her dangling hair around her fingers.
“N-not yet... right? But if you want to, Coach, I'm ready anytime... ”
Time hadn't passed at all.
It was clear.
I'd gone back to before having sex with Na-young.
And I still vividly remember what happened after we did it here.
If we had sex, the Dean would come to the office.
She'd catch us, and we'd both get kicked out of school.
Though Na-young and I seemed happy even after that...
At least, we'd have to give up our dreams of being a coach and an athlete.
And to the system, that wasn't the “right ending.”
That's probably why it sent me back to the past like this.
Who would've thought the system had a function like that.
I'd already confirmed the system's absurd powers through Na-young.
But to think it could even defy time.
What the hell was this system, really?
...So does that mean last time, when I slept with the Dean, wasn't a dream but an actual other timeline?
As I pondered, Na-young sneaked a glance at me.
“Coach, are you really okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine. Just had something on my mind.”
I quickly pulled myself together.
I couldn't let personal issues mess with my athlete's mindset.
That would make me a failure as a coach.
I can't make the same mistake twice.
I'm definitely going to turn Na-young into the best athlete there is.
I'd decided that from the moment I took her virginity.
“Um... if you're not feeling up to it, you can coach me later.”
“No, can't do that. But it's a bit awkward here. How about we do it in my room later?”
“Ah, yes! I'd love that.”
Na-young beamed brightly.
I had no intention of stopping the coaching either.
The problem was getting caught by the Dean, not the coaching itself.
“I need to wrap up some work first, so let's chat in the meantime. Any worries on your mind?”
“Worries? Hmm~ My only worry right now is thinking about you, Coach...♥”
“...How about we talk anime instead?”
“Oh, now you're speaking my language.”
Na-young and I exchanged light small talk.
As fellow otakus, we just clicked.
“How's your condition?”
“Perfect, of course. Ever since your coaching, I've been a whole new person.”
“Good to hear. Think you can reclaim that number one spot?”
“Just leave it to me. They don't stand a chance against me now.”
Having Na-young take first place was the top priority.
In Korean sports, it's all about number one versus the rest.
-Knock, knock.
That's when the knock came.
“Hello? Anyone in there?”
The Dean's voice followed.
Hearing it again sent chills racing up my spine.
Proof that I'd really gone back in time.
“Yes, come in.”
The door opened, and the Dean entered carrying a box of drinks.
She was slightly surprised to see Na-young sitting in front of me.
“Athlete Na-young Han?”
“Hello, Dean.”
Na-young shot to her feet and bowed politely.
She was always so proper with her elders.
“Ah, yes. Nice to see you. But why is Athlete Na-young here?”
“I've been in a slump lately, and Coach Han Dae-wi fixed it for me.”
Na-young answered without hesitation.
“I've been getting ongoing coaching from him related to that.”
“From Coach Han?”
“Yes. The other specialist coaches couldn't solve it, but thanks to him, I can feel my skills improving.”
“Hmm, so Coach Han has that kind of talent? Even though the fields are totally different.”
“If you'll excuse me for saying so, I specifically asked him for coaching.”
It was a smooth, flawless explanation.
I'd told Na-young about my situation before.
She's making it obvious she's got my back.
Na-young sneaked me a wink.
What a lovable athlete.
“Hmm, it's unexpected, but a good direction.”
“It's all thanks to Na-young's overflowing talent. The more I teach her, the more exceptional she proves.”
This time, Na-young's cheeks flushed at my words.
She got shy when it was praise for herself.
“So, Dean, what brings you here?”
“Oh, just stopping by to encourage you. It's my order, but it must be a heavy burden for one coach.”
...No way she really just came to check up on me.
At this exact timing? For a mere coach?
How goddamn unlucky am I?
Though thanks to it, I learned one of the system's secrets.
“Looks like... my worries were unfounded. For Athlete Na-young to come here for counseling like this.”
“I got lucky. Na-young happened to have a big psychological burden.”
“Luck only means something if you have the skill to seize it. Coach Han seems like that kind of person.”
“Ahem! Ahem! You think so?”
“I gave Coach Han more chances because I respect that passion. From an organizational standpoint, I had no choice, but I'd love to keep seeing you around long-term.”
She was practically gilding my face as a lowly coach.
The Dean praising a coach in front of an athlete carried huge weight.
Athletes are human too; they can't help being influenced.
It's like a CEO empowering a section chief or manager.
This might actually be touching her a bit.
Come to think of it, she came specifically to encourage me.
Recognizing my results already—she seems like a good person.
Totally different from how she blew up at me before.
Ah, but that was because of what I did, so fair enough?
“Ow.”
Na-young, sitting beside me, secretly pinched my side.
What the hell was that for?
“Athlete Na-young.”
“Yes.”
The Dean called out to Na-young.
“It's great you're getting coaching from Coach Han. But with multiple coaches involved in training, issues can arise. What do you think about that?”
“Honestly, none of the current Taekwondo department coaches help me at all.”
“...Hmm.”
It was brutally direct, beyond mere honesty.
She's straight-up calling those bastards incompetent.
Even with the Dean right there, Na-young didn't waver.
She didn't care about status or power.
That's probably why the coaches had it out for her.
Those guys were soaked in authoritarianism.
Most of them harbored dirty thoughts about her pretty face and chest, so they probably teamed up to bully her with the other athletes.
“I want to keep getting coached by Coach Han Dae-wi. Even if it means leaving the Taekwondo department.”
“...That would put me in a tough spot. I have high expectations for you, Athlete Na-young.”
A future national team representative, taken for granted as a Taekwondo prodigy girl.
That's why the Dean remembered her face and name.
“Got it. It wouldn't be right for me to meddle too deeply in athlete-coach relationships. I'll take your word for it.”
“Yes! Thank you so much for coming all this way!”
“...Are you rushing to wrap this up so I'll leave quickly?”
“Ahaha... N-no way.”
“Looks like you can't wait for this old fogey to scram. Starting to feel a bit hurt here?”
“Then how about tea at a café together...?”
“Heh. Just kidding.”
The Dean left after cracking a joke her subordinate couldn't easily take.
Maybe because of what happened before, the tension finally eased.
...Still, this situation isn't bad.
I'd ended up letting the Dean know I was coaching Na-young.
Now, if I could just solidly boost Na-young's skills, that'd be my achievement.
Poke, poke.
“Hm?”
Na-young poked my side from beside me.
Was it my imagination, or did she seem kinda upset?
“...Hehe. Hey, Coach?”
“Y-yeah? What's up, Na-young?”
“The Dean came all this way just for you. You two must be re~ally close~”
“No way someone like me.”
I'd only talked to her once since starting here.
And that was my dismissal notice.
No room for fondness or impressions.
“For someone like that, every time she looks at you, honey drips from her eyes?”
“D-did she? I didn't notice.”
“She totally did! Us girls can spot the vixen tricks. Crossing her legs slyly, pretending to cover her smile to flash her wrist.”
Vixen tricks? That's over the top.
What would the Dean have to gain from seducing me like that?
“And you couldn't keep your eyes off her face and chest.”
“Th-that was just while talking.”
...Okay, honestly, I did look a bit.
How could I not with that face and chest?
Plus, if that “dream” from before was actually real...
She had quite the voluptuous figure too.
“Hmm~”
Na-young eyed me with narrowed gaze.
Like she was seriously displeased.
“...This won't do at all.”
Na-young went to the door and locked it with a click.
Not enough—she even shoved the table in front of it.
Athlete strength; she made it look easy.
“N-Na-young?”
“...Coach, lie down here for a sec.”
“Lie down? Why all of a sudden?”
“Just do it quick.”
Her momentum was overwhelming, so I followed along.
Na-young yanked my pants down without warning.
“N-Na-young, what is this...?”
“Shh! Stay still.”
Saying it like a guy, she even pulled off my underwear.
Naturally, my dick sprang free.
“Hehe! Mouth says no, but this guy's honest?”
“H-hey, girls shouldn't say stuff like...”
“Eep!”
Na-young gripped my dick with her hand.
Shaking it up and down, the soft sensation made it harden.
“Na-young, we're in the office right now...”
“Why? Don't guys fantasize about this? A girl secretly giving a blowjob at work♥”
“Where'd you learn that?”
“Saw it all over webtoons?”
Did seeing the Dean spark jealousy?
Still a virgin, yet so eager.
“And you're already hard, Coach♥”
“Well, with a beauty like you about to suck it...”
“My lips haven't even touched yet? Hoo~”
“Kuh!”
Na-young blew on my glans.
The cool breath made goosebumps prickle my back.
The capital's top beauty, Na-young Han, had her mouth right in front of my dick.
The situation alone was insanely arousing.
“Hehe... Coach's dick got huge already. Lick...♥”
Na-young stuck out her tongue and licked the glans.
The soft tongue on my dick felt incredible.
“Lick...♥ Lick...♥”
Na-young kept silently licking my dick.
Her clever tongue play delivered a thrilling different from sex.
“How's it feel? A 21-year-old college girl licking your dick?”
“Wow... Honestly, feels amazing.”
“Hehe. Right?”
Na-young smiled cutely and parted her small lips.
Soon, her cherry lips enveloped the glans.
“Mmm...♥”
“Ooh...”
I groaned in admiration without thinking.
The moist, warm mouth wrapping the glans felt too good.
“Mmm... Chup♥ Slurp...♥”
She sucked with her lips while holding it in her mouth.
She was surprisingly skilled—must've learned from those comics.
My hips twitched when her tongue swirled around the glans.
“Good, right? My blowjob♥”
“Ugh... Feels incredible.”
“Glad you like♥”
Pleased by the praise, her lips and tongue moved faster.
-Slurp... Slurrrp... Churp...♥
The lewd sounds of dick-sucking echoed in the empty office.
Honestly, it's not just the blowjob...
The conquest of Na-young sucking me off was intense.
I never imagined getting head this quick even from her.
Her upturned eyes watching my reactions were insanely exciting.
Her idol-like beauty hit me anew.
“Suck the glans slowly with your lips? Yeah, like that... Hoo... Mmm.”
Before I knew it, I was teaching Na-young all sorts of things.
How to please a man more.
“Na-young, kiss the glans.”
“Mwah...♥”
“Not once—do it a bunch.”
“Mwah♥ Mwah♥ Mwah♥”
Na-young obeyed my requests perfectly.
With a sly eye-smile too—my dick nearly burst.
How could any guy not get hooked on a girl like this.
Top-tier face, body—everything.
Hates men but aggressive in sex.
And her technique? Shockingly great.
“Hoo! Your mouth and tongue feel so good, Na-young.”
“Mmm...♥ Get ready♥ I won't let you think of any other girl♥”
Na-young started sucking my dick even more fiercely.
“Chrrrrrruuuup!”
“Huff!”
Vulgar sounds as she slurped my dick.
She didn't care, totally focused on stimulating it.
“Mmm... Slurp! Haa...♥ Mmm! Sluuuuurp...!”
“Mm!”
It was blowjob so intense it drew gasps of awe.
Sucked this good, any man would surrender his dick.
“Slurp...♥ Slurrp...♥ Suck...♥ Churp...♥ Haa, your dick's twitching like crazy.”
Na-young wiggled her hips while sucking.
Her pronounced pelvis urged me to cum even more.
“Mmm♥ Slurp! Coach's dick tastes so good...♥ Mmm♥ Suck♥ Sluuuurp♥”
Na-young grabbed both my thighs and pressed hard.
Using only her mouth and face to stimulate the dick.
“Slurpslurpslurpslurpslurpslurp!”
“Krrgh...!”
My hips shook involuntarily from the pleasure.
Pinned by her grip on my thighs, no escape from the bliss.
“Mmm... Don't hold back—shoot your load in your athlete's mouth, Coach♥”
That did it.
I came in Na-young's mouth without warning her.
-Spurt...!
“Mmmph...♥”
I thought she'd pull away in shock, but Na-young did the opposite.
She cradled it with her tongue and swallowed deep to take all the cum.
“Na-young, spit it out, spit.”
“Mmm... No way. Coach's semen♥ I'm swallowing it all♥”
Na-young was dead serious about gulping every drop.
Even pressing her tongue under the dick to milk out more.
Wow... This feels insane.
Better than most sex—pure ecstasy with each spurt.
“Hoo...”
Na-young, having taken it all, grinned up at me.
“Coach's semen♥ Delicious♥”
Her lovely face made me smile too.
I reached out and stroked her hair.
“You were amazing. Really your first time?”
“You're my first guy ever? Doubt me and I won't hold back.”
“Sorry, sorry. I know, but it felt too good.”
Her words and actions screamed natural sex genius.
Na-young lightly tapped my still-hard dick with her fingertips.
“Ooh, young and resilient. Still rock-hard after cumming that much.”
“Hey, what kinda talk is that for a college girl. And normally it'd go soft. You're too hot, Na-young.”
“Hmm... Really? Then...♥”
Na-young pulled her top up to her neck.
Her white belly, navel, and underboob slowly revealed.
Black victory undies and pale breasts tempted me lushly.
“You'll love my pussy too, right♥”
...Is this girl the incarnation of arousal?
Everything she does is exactly what I crave.
“Not here. Let's go to my room. Shower too.”
“I like it more here for the thrill...♥”
“Office later.”
“Oka~y.”
We headed to my room.
The moment we got home, we kissed hungrily, no holding back.
Hands urgently stripped each other's clothes.
Then, needless to say, sex.
“Ah♥ Haaang♥ Coach! Nngh! That's weak spot...♥ Haaaaang♥”
Thus, I “second-time” took Na-young's virginity.
In the room, it was even sweeter sex than before.
“Haa... haa... What? You're even better this time. Couldn't move at all...♥”
“It's your first time; of course.”
“You held back on purpose too. Still no match...♥”
After several rounds, we lay side by side on the bed.
Na-young pillowed her head on my arm, rubbing her chest against me.
-Grope...
“Ahng...♥ Teacher, there again...♥”
“Why? Sensitive right after?”
“No. Feels too good...♥”
Na-young guided my hand, begging for more.
I freely groped her breasts and ass.
Her sweat-damp skin clung to my hands.
Others can only imagine—feeling Na-young's real tits and ass like this.
A sensation and sight reserved for the victor alone.
Sex was great, but this afterglow had its own thrill.
“Na-young, you start swearing when you're turned on.”
“Th-that just slips out...”
Na-young blushed.
Apparently, excitement brought out half-talk and swears.
“You're good at it too. Were you a delinquent or something?”
“N-no! Just a total nerd with no friends, acting tough from the back row.”
“Shortened your skirt too?”
“Hehe. It was trendy back then...”
Looked every bit the delinquent, but wasn't one.
Given her personality, she'd never bullied anyone.
Imagining it gets me hard again.
Like taming and fucking a fully broken-in bad girl.
Her face and vibe screamed top of the half-Kaist hierarchy.
“Fine then. But from now on, wear that stuff only for me.”
“Uniform? Didn't know you were into that, Coach...”
“Not just that. Ah, yeah, I'd love to see it. You still have it?”
“Hehe! Pervert Coach...♥ Mwah!”
Na-young playfully kissed my cheek.
“Keep following my coaching, and I'll make you the world champ.”
“With lots of sex too?”
“Obviously.”
“You're such a perv, Coach♥ That's why I love you♥”
“Hey, hands off.”
We fooled around on the bed.
Sex was great, but just talking like this was special too.
“Ah, Coach. Can we take a pic?”
“Now? Sure, but won't we get in trouble if caught?”
“Don't worry~ Just for me to look at. Our monumental first time.”
Na-young switched to selfie mode and snapped us.
Naked, even throwing up a V for the camera.
“Gonna brag to you about offering my virginity.”
Her fresh college-girl vibe made me chuckle.
Safely made it to sex this time.
All that's left is boosting her skills to reclaim first place.