Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Taking a Break
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Recently, a strange atmosphere had settled over the Taekwondo department.
At the center of it all was Na-young Han.
Na-young Han's skills had returned.
That fact alone had the entire department buzzing.
"Na-young Han's been looking seriously sharp lately, huh?"
"You know that mental care team? Word is their coach worked some magic."
"It's not just rumors. I heard the Dean threw her full support behind it."
"So what happens to Jae-young Kim now?"
"What do you mean? She gets knocked back to perennial second place, that's what."
The Taekwondo genius who never missed first place.
If Na-young came back strong, the top spot was as good as hers.
The tide was turning.
Everyone in the department could feel it.
And the one trembling the most was the head coach of the current number one, Jae-young Kim.
"Ugh..."
It wasn't just that Na-young's skills had improved.
A mere mental coach had elevated an athlete's performance.
To a level that dominated the others, no less.
So what had the Taekwondo department coaches been doing?
There'd be no good answer if someone asked.
They couldn't stand tall, not after openly allowing the bullying and discrimination.
'Damn it. I thought that arrogant bitch had completely crumbled.'
Word was Na-young was faithfully following only that one coach.
The ever-cold Na-young, who had zero cuteness about her!
The Taekwondo coaches didn't like Na-young.
Her lack of manners was the main reason.
Though there was some backstory—coaches smitten by her beauty approaching with ulterior motives, only to get shot down and harbor grudges...
That didn't matter to them.
The problem was an arrogant athlete who ignored coaches and had top-tier skills to boot.
So the coaches treated her with utter indifference.
They waited for her slump to drag her down on its own.
But for that Na-young to make a comeback like this?
It made them anxious about what the future held if she truly shone.
"Hey, you okay with this? Na-young's form keeps climbing. She even beat Yoo-ri Choi without breaking a sweat."
"Hah! Big deal, taking down one klutz."
Jae-young Kim, the current top of the Taekwondo department, scoffed.
Her face was full of pride.
Or arrogance, to put it another way.
"Slumps don't just fix themselves that easily, you know? Don't worry—I'll win for sure."
"Hmm."
Her confident attitude was reassuring, yet anxiety lingered.
Was everything really fine like this?
They'd gone too far down this path to switch sides now.
'At the very least, we need to pry that coach away somehow.'
If even an assistant coach could do it, but they couldn't?
It'd go beyond incompetence—politics and bullying would become the hot topics.
The Dean wouldn't sit idly by if that happened.
They had to resolve that issue first, no matter what.
The day after their date.
Na-young lay flat on her bed, unable to move.
Her legs were jelly; she couldn't get up at all.
And this was after some sleep and hangover soup for breakfast.
She'd been like a sick fawn staggering out of the hotel.
If Coach hadn't supported her, she never would've made it back to the dorm.
"Ugh... I was supposed to brainwash Coach."
Na-young's plan to ensnare his dick had failed spectacularly.
His stamina and libido seemed bottomless.
Even after multiple creampies, he stayed rock-hard.
Meanwhile, she'd climaxed over and over during sex.
Her juices squirting as she peaked, her mind half-blank at times.
She'd seen the photos Coach took: legs splayed wide, hips bucking wildly. What a sight.
Pounded all night like that—her waist and pelvis couldn't possibly be fine.
Even after breakfast and sleeping till past noon, recovery was slow.
'He said not to overdo it and just date... but this felt more intense than training.'
Normally, Coach's "guidance" left her brimming with energy.
But today, she woke up trembling.
Like the day after a mountain hike.
Her whole body craved nutrients.
"Ugh... gotta eat lunch."
She could finally move, but everything felt like a chore.
Coach had gone out for some errands today.
Fuck like that last night and still head out?
Was this the difference between men and women?
Or just Coach's insane stamina?
"Hah... If it's not every day... even once a week like this, won't I die?"
Na-young seriously worried about their future sex life.
She didn't want her kind Coach holding back his desires for her sake.
Her own libido was as big as his, if not bigger.
But getting railed like this every time? Who knew what'd happen.
Coach still had energy left yesterday.
"...Should I build up more stamina here? I'm an athlete, and he's totally dominating me..."
No choice but to eat properly, even if it was a hassle.
Training mattered, but diet was key too.
She scrolled a delivery app and ordered eel.
The go-to for recovery, right?
Might as well get some for Coach too.
Even if not today, they could grill it together tomorrow.
'He made me kimchi stew last time, so I should return the favor.'
After a late eel lunch, she lounged around resting more.
As evening rolled in, her body started itching.
A training addict like her had never taken two full days off.
Habitually, her body yearned for crisp kicks.
"Hoo! No. Hold back. We promised Coach."
But she'd agreed with Coach to rest fully today.
After dinner, she relaxed and crashed right away.
Basically a full day of eating, resting, and sleeping.
When she woke, Na-young felt like she could fly.
"Whoa. Condition's insane."
Checking herself, she was floored.
This wasn't just "good"—her body felt light, senses razor-sharp.
Power boiled over everywhere.
She felt like she could do anything right now.
Her Taekwondo skills? At their absolute peak.
"Is this the power of Coach's guidance?"
She'd felt it when he fixed her slump before...
Coach's guidance was seriously incredible.
Keep receiving it, and nationals would be a given—world championships a breeze.
'Coach went through so much to guide me—I gotta work hard too!'
Na-young headed straight to the Taekwondo practice hall.
She wanted to unleash this energy and turn it into skill.
From morning, she trained hard, sweating buckets.
Quick rinse, then off to class.
The Korean Sports Academy required basic liberal arts courses too.
For the healthy development of athletes' abilities, they said.
Truth was, they had little effect.
Athletes skimmed them since grades barely mattered.
Still, Na-young participated diligently.
She always kept in mind she might quit sports someday.
'With Coach around, that'll never happen—and I don't want it to.'
If she had to attend anyway, might as well do it right.
She headed to the lecture hall alone, as usual.
'Wish they'd let us pick classes like a real university.'
Unfortunately, all were mandatory.
Worst, most Taekwondo athletes shared the same ones.
They figured same-department athletes should stick together.
For Na-young, the department outcast, it felt off.
Though other athletes' sleazy approaches annoyed her just as much.
'Coach probably isn't too busy today. Should I just barge into his office?'
Office sex♥ they'd missed last time due to his refusal.
Today, she wanted to try it.
I got a vasectomy yesterday.
Didn't want to keep burdening Na-young with contraception.
I planned to "guide" her endlessly from here on.
Thinking ahead, this was essential.
'Way better than worrying about pregnancy.'
Strange feeling, but also reassuring.
At the office, I handled some backlog from my leave.
Luckily, things were much more relaxed than before.
Thanks to the Dean pulling strings after hearing my story.
"Gonna have to thank her properly later. Assuming I dodge getting fired, of course."
The deadline the Dean mentioned was approaching.
Had to solidly prove Na-young's improvement before then.
Thankfully, her condition was prime—no major worries.
Personally, I had high hopes for Na-young, and was grateful she trusted me enough for this chance.
'Come to think of it, today's lecture day. Might as well pick her up.'
Planned to discuss our future "guidance" schedule.
Couldn't keep fucking wildly and taking leave like last time.
Taekwondo practice, exams, spars, competitions—lots to juggle.
Better to set fixed times upfront.
'Scheduling sex in advance... kinda hot in its own way.'
Lost in those thoughts, I went to find Na-young at the lecture hall.
Class had just ended; athletes were filing out.
Then, amid the crowd, one athlete locked eyes with me.
"...Oh. It's that coach from before."
"Hm?"
Her name was Jae-young Kim.
The current top female athlete in Taekwondo.
Her approaching me first was unexpected.
She used to outright ignore me—not to mention her bad blood from the Na-young incident.
"Waiting right in front of the lecture hall? For Na-young?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"Heh~ I see. So thoughtful~"
Suddenly using polite speech she never had before.
She flashed a sly smile and closed in tight.
Hands behind her back, she bent at the waist.
A pose that emphasized her cleavage.
"I hear you're really skilled, Coach."
"That so?"
"Yeah! Rumors say you're a master who fixed Na-young's slump in one go~"
Jae-young brushed her hair behind her ear.
Then beamed at me.
"Any chance I could learn your secret? Her skills shot up out of nowhere—it's amazing."
"Sorry. I'm only coaching Na-young right now. No bandwidth for others."
Jae-young flinched.
Clearly didn't expect flat rejection.
'Come on, that's blatant seduction.'
Truth be told, Jae-young's figure and looks weren't bad.
Checked her talents—A-grade across the board.
But compared to Na-young...
'One step? Nah, two steps below.'
Na-young was model-tier; Jae-young, average.
I'd seen Na-young's overwhelming beauty and body naked.
No shaking for this level of temptation.
Besides, I'd never view this athlete favorably.
Her track record was trash.
"Ahaha... I get it. Still, coaching more athletes would boost your record, right? I'm pretty skilled myself."
"I look at character too."
Jae-young froze.
Her face twisted openly.
"...What a jerk."
She spat that and stormed off.
Not her usual proud self.
Na-young's rising skills must have her scared.
'Doesn't mean I can coddle someone who openly bullied Na-young.'
Strictly speaking, Na-young and Jae-young were rivals.
If results meant betraying Na-young, I'd quit coaching altogether.
'More importantly, why hasn't Na-young come out? Something wrong?'
Na-young was still seated, organizing notes.
Only her taking lectures this seriously, probably.
Notably, quite a few students—male ones—lingered.
Packing their bags sloooowly.
Stealing glances at Na-young.
'Trying to sneak in some eye candy.'
Beauties like her weren't everyday sights.
Usually they'd bolt post-class, but they milked every extra second.
No one dared talk to her, though.
By now, they knew her personality.
Ignored or shot down flat.
Finally, Na-young finished and stood.
"Ah!"
Spotting me, she beamed wide.
"Coach~"
Calling out, she toddled over fast.
Then thud—hugged right into me.
Grinning up at me.
Her bubbly vibe radiated springtime charm.
"You were waiting for me?"
"Yeah. Got something to discuss about guidance right away."
"Whoa~ That's so touching."
The male students' faces mixed awe and shock.
Admiring her bright smile one moment.
Next, wondering who the hell I was to get that.
Na-young, cold to everyone.
Yet beaming and coquettish with me.
"Na-young, everyone's watching—what if?"
"Hmm~ So what? If they're jealous, let 'em expel me or whatever."
Na-young openly rubbed her breasts against me.
So huge, even that simple move felt wildly erotic.
"Whoa..."
Someone gasped unwittingly.
Na-young being friendly with a guy must've been shocking.
The guys couldn't peel their eyes off us.
Some shot blatant jealous glares.
'...I'm such a superficial guy. Their reactions are making me smug.'
All of them pining for Na-young or thrilled by her body.
Showing off affection in front of them? Sweet superiority rush.
Envious stares at being loved by a woman like Na-young? Felt good.
"...Too many eyes. Let's head to the office?"
"Yes! Sounds good!"
Na-young linked arms with me.
Her huge tits pressed firm against my arm.
The athletes wore envious-to-death expressions at the coed's killer body clinging like that.
Sorry, but Na-young's body and heart were mine from here on out.
'Strictly "guidance," not sex, of course.'
Na-young and I headed straight to the office.
At her request, we finally did office sex.
"Haang! Yes! This feels amazing too♥ Coach's dick reaches so deep inside... Uhheung!"
In her college-girl skirt look that had guys drooling.
Panties off, she rode me hard, grinding away.
Her pink pussy eagerly stroked my dick.
Couldn't resist snapping pics of the thrilling view only winners get to see.