Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: The Sparring Bet
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Scared?
Na-young Han continued to diligently attend Taekwondo department classes.
This had nothing to do with how excellent Coach's guidance was.
She couldn't slack off on her training just because she was relying on him.
She had finally encountered some good fortune and was honing her skills.
She absolutely didn't want to disappoint him.
She thought she had to work just as hard as Coach was putting in for her.
"Hey, Na-young Han."
It was right in the middle of kick practice that day, as usual.
A man approached her and struck up a conversation.
Hong Coach, as he was called.
He was one of the top young coaches in the Taekwondo department.
He was also the personal coach for Jae-young Kim, currently ranked number one.
"What's up?"
"I've heard you've only been talking to that assistant coach lately. What was his name again...?"
"Coach Han."
"Right, him."
She couldn't understand why he was suddenly talking to her.
This was the guy who had treated her like she didn't exist, even when she was blatantly being ostracized.
"Aren't you getting a little too close to an outside coach?"
"He's coaching me, so of course I am."
"Coaching, my ass. If you keep meeting him like this, it's going to cause problems for us. We have actual Taekwondo department coaches right here."
"Pardon?"
"Keep it in check. You've improved enough already. You don't need mental care anymore. As an athlete, you should care about our reputation too."
Na-young Han couldn't help but laugh.
Not because it was funny, but because it was so absurd.
'When I was struggling, you did nothing and even ostracized me.'
Now that results were starting to show, he was trying to swoop in and take them.
It was ridiculous enough to draw a hollow laugh.
Normally, she would have just ignored trash like this.
But things were different now.
'You dare ignore him when you don't even know how skilled Coach is?'
By now, Na-young understood the full situation.
Her achievements were Coach's performance record.
She knew how important that record was to him.
And that made it precious to her too.
Precious enough to boil with rage at the scum trying to steal it.
"So what?"
"What?"
"So what are you telling me to do?"
Hong Coach's eyes widened in surprise.
Na-young had always ignored just about everything up until now.
Even while being ostracized, she had never once sought counseling.
This kind of retort was a first.
"When did you ever neglect me? Now that I've improved thanks to another coach, you're trying to swallow it whole? Don't you have any shame?"
"Hey, when did we ever...?"
"Just admit it honestly. You pushed Jae-young Kim because of her parents' connections. I was just a thorn in your side."
Jae-young Kim didn't come from mega-wealth, but her family was well-off.
Everyone knew Hong Coach had met her parents personally.
"And now that my skills are improving, you're trying to keep me in check again. I'm not interested in your departmental politics. Just leave me alone and stop bothering me."
"Well, look at you."
The coach took a step forward.
Feeling guilty deep down, he grew even more emotional.
"Hey. You think the world revolves around you just because you're pretty and athletic? I can bury someone like you anytime."
"Give it a try. I'll prove myself with my skills."
"Are you naive or just stupid? You think skills alone get you everywhere in this world? Fall out of favor, and you're done."
"Should I report all that to the Dean too? Including all the ostracism and discrimination I've endured?"
"You think the Dean's going to change the coaching staff over some athlete's complaints? Even the Dean can't do that."
"Oh~ So you didn't know? Coach Han is the Dean's person."
Hong Coach's face stiffened slightly.
The Dean had ordered no interference as menial tasks, but could he really have connections there?
...Of course, this was Na-young's bluff.
If he had those connections, he wouldn't have been facing dismissal in the first place.
But Hong Coach couldn't just brush it off.
The Dean held queen-like authority in this sports academy.
She was also known for her competence and strict rewards and punishments.
"...Talk all you want, nothing changes. That guy you follow is just a mental coach at the end of the day. We're the real Taekwondo coaches."
"In the end, isn't it all about skills?"
"...You think that one guy is better than all of us coaches?"
"Of course. And right now, the proof—"
Na-young pointed at herself with her finger.
"Is me."
"What, one athlete? No, you haven't even been properly tested yet."
"Then I'll prove it."
Na-young's eyes gleamed like a predator spotting prey.
"I'll have a proper match with Jae-young Kim, the best in the department. A single-round bout."
"You want a spar?"
"If I lose, I'll back off cleanly. But if I win, stay out of things between me and Coach."
Hong Coach quickly racked his brain.
From his position, it wasn't a bad deal.
He could get rid of the annoying coach and claim an athlete of Na-young's caliber as his achievement.
Even if he lost, it was fine.
Na-young was still unproven on their side anyway.
As long as it was a decent match, it would be enough...
'Wait, is that right?'
Something felt off, even though it seemed fine.
What if they lost and forfeited all say over Na-young?
What if she became a major star in the future?
The losses would be irreparable.
It would advertise them as idiots who couldn't hold onto a talent like her.
Moreover, she had proposed it first.
Was accepting really wise?
His authority as an official coach was greater by default.
He could throw his weight around without this bet...
"What? Are you actually scared? Afraid you'll lose to a coach who hasn't even taught me a full month?"
A surge of anger rose in him.
His instincts recoiled at some lowly athlete provoking a coach.
"You..."
"I've been listening by chance for a bit."
That's when someone intervened.
It was Coach Dae-wi Han, the very center of the issue.
Hong Coach lit up at the sight of him.
He'd get through better to a fellow coach than this arrogant athlete.
"Ah, perfect timing. What the hell have you been filling her head with...?"
"Accept it."
"What?"
"Talking between us would just go in circles anyway. Like Na-young said, a clean match would be better."
Hong Coach swallowed hard without realizing it.
The opponent was just an assistant coach.
A guy doing menial tasks here not long ago.
Yet the way he spoke clearly, eyes gleaming... it felt like facing a veteran director who'd seen it all.
"Coach, wouldn't this settle any gossip cleanly?"
"I don't see a reason to..."
"Or do you not trust Jae-young? I believe Na-young will definitely win. She'd be disappointed to hear that."
Hong Coach flinched at those words.
'Damn! Is refusing a problem too?'
Sports was ultimately a world of results.
Dodging a challenge thrown at you first?
It would look like he thought Jae-young would lose.
What if word reached Jae-young?
She already had a rivalry complex with Na-young; her pride would crack.
'That would sour our relationship going forward. Worst of all worlds.'
It was a complete self-own.
Was he pointing that out on purpose?
Refusing could cost him Jae-young too.
"...Hoo. Fine. But I set the match date. That okay?"
"Anytime works for me."
And just like that, the sudden betting spar was on.
As the two walked side by side, Hong Coach still felt uneasy.
'Damn. Feels like I got played.'
It grated on him, but he pushed it aside.
That was how all sports and competitions worked.
Win the match, and everything was solved.
Na-young glanced at him sideways as they walked.
Coach said nothing until they reached the office.
But guilt stabbed at her heart.
'I went and screwed things up without consulting Coach...'
She didn't think she'd lose.
She was confident she'd win a hundred times out of a hundred.
But wasn't this a risky bet for Coach?
She'd done it on impulse, without permission.
Any adult would be pissed in this situation.
"Na-young."
"Y-yes!"
"Thank you."
"Pardon?"
Coach reached out and patted her head.
His gentle, soft touch felt so good.
"I heard everything you said to Hong Coach. That was an attempt to drive a wedge between us and outright disrespect me. Letting it slide would make me a failure as a coach. I'm so grateful you got angry for me. You handled this perfectly."
......No way.
From Coach's perspective, this was a bet full of risks.
One month.
Just hold out a month, and the dismissal threat would vanish.
Her impulsive proposal had made that future uncertain.
It could render all his hard work for nothing.
Yet Coach was thanking her.
Not for his own safety or coaching career.
But because he prioritized the honor and future of his athlete, Na-young Han.
'Ah, really...'
How could this man be so lovable?
No wonder her heart fluttered every day.
She fell for him even harder.
Even though she thought she couldn't.
"Huh? Na-young? What's with the sudden...?"
Coach, who had been blinking at the air, turned his head.
The moment she saw his face, she couldn't hold back.
She threw herself at him!
"Mmph!"
She hugged Coach tightly.
In that embrace, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.
"Mmm... slurp... smack!"
She sucked on his tongue and lips more intensely than ever.
As if claiming, this man is mine.
The kiss lasted quite a while.
The boiling heat and excitement were overwhelming.
To vent it, she craved Coach even more.
And that craving led to even more aggressive kissing.
"Haa... ♥"
Only after a long tangle of tongues did the kiss pause.
As their tongues parted, a long string of saliva stretched and snapped.
"......"
"......"
They gazed at each other for a moment.
Their eyes burned with desire, earnestly wanting one another.
"I really want to win this match."
"Of course I do too."
"So 'guide' me tonight. I'll come over later ♥"
She truly couldn't live without this man.
As an athlete, and as a woman.
Na-young's trust level suddenly shot up.
It had reached a solid 9.
- - All conditions and skills have reached their peak.
- - Filled with unwavering faith and affection, she follows you completely.
- - She desires you intensely—fulfill various sex fantasies during coaching.
"Did I do something that amazing to boost her evaluation like this?"
From what he'd observed, trust levels got harder to raise the higher they went.
They hadn't budged much even during dates.
Yet it had suddenly broken through to 9.
"Anyway, it means she'll follow me well. That's good."
It was proof of how much Na-young trusted him now.
High trust would help in many ways.
More importantly, though, was the upcoming match.
His and Na-young's future hung on it—they had to win.
He didn't think she'd lose, but to be thorough, he needed to coach her.
-Knock! Knock!
A knock came at the door.
When he opened it, Na-young was standing there.
"Coach~ I'm here."
"Good work. Aren't you hot in that?"
She was wearing a coat that covered down to her ankles, mismatched for the weather.
"I have a surprise, so I hid it ♥"
He closed the door, and Na-young let the coat drop to the floor.
What appeared before him was a sexy bunny girl outfit.
"Ta-da~ Your personal bunny has arrived ♥"
The sight drew an involuntary gasp of admiration.
The leotard barely covered her ample breasts.
The Y-zone teased a man's lust.
Smooth thighs contrasted sharply with the black leotard.
And the bunny ears on her head were utterly adorable.
'Whoa... this is way too hot.'
He'd seen bunny girls in comics or porn a few times.
But seeing one in real life was a first.
He could confidently say the real thing was dozens of times more devastating.
Or maybe it was because it was Na-young wearing it.
Her full breasts, slim waist, and protruding hips amplified the bunny suit's allure.
"Whoa. First time seeing a bunny girl. When did you prepare this?"
"Got it from home shopping—it just arrived. Thought I'd do something special for once... ♥"
"You ordered it just for this?"
"You said you wanted to see me as a bunny girl on our date ♥"
"You remembered? I'm touched."
"Of course ♥ Your tastes are super important to me ♥"
Na-young in her bunny girl outfit sidled up close.
Looking down, her cleavage was breathtaking.
Na-young's bunny girl, no less.
Just resting a hand on her chest made his heart feel like it would burst.
"How do I look? Does it suit me?"
"Insanely sexy. I could probably jerk off just to this sight a few times."
"Can't have that. All your cum belongs to me ♥"
Na-young slowly entered the room.
A woman in a bunny suit in his room felt surreal.
Her back view was just as sexy as the front.
The cute bunny tail on her ass was striking.
Personally, his favorite parts were her overflowing breasts and creamy thighs.
-Grope...
"...I was thinking of taking it slow tonight, but I can't hold back with this."
"Ahhn~ Oppa ♥ No need to hold my bunny—I'm not going anywhere~"
He lightly kneaded her large breasts with his hands.
He felt their violent, overflowing development that wouldn't fit in his grasp.
"Putting on a bunny suit makes you too slutty. What athlete prepares something this lewd?"
"You say that, but you're rock hard already ♥ You wanna fuck me quick ♥"
Na-young teasingly stroked his cock through his pants.
Rubbing her bunny-clad body against him was driving him mad.
"This won't do. Gotta make sure you can't walk straight again tonight."
"Ahh... ♥ That'd be bad. Go easy just a little... mmm... ♥"
He pulled Na-young into an embrace and kissed her.
She could now skillfully tangle tongues for a kiss.
"Hmmm... ♥ Mmm ♥ Haa... ♥ Oppa's tongue is so naughty... ♥"
"Your fault for getting me this excited. A real bunny girl is too pretty."
"Hehe ♥ Glad you like it ♥"
The bunny girl in his arms cutely wriggled.
He slid his hands down to knead her ass.
"Aahn ♥"
"Love the thickness. Doesn't it pinch a bit?"
"I got the perfect size... but my chest and ass don't quite fit."
Figures—bodies like Na-young's weren't common in Korea.
Her breasts and ass spilled out of the leotard, ready to overflow.
"Haa... Oppa's hands are like a beast's ♥ Wanna eat up your bunny?"
Na-young braced her hands on the desk and stuck out her ass.
She swayed it teasingly.
"If Oppa says he loves me... ♥ Your bunny will spread her legs and get devoured... ♥"
A blatant invitation to fuck her.
Seeing it, his cock could no longer hold back.
"Up you go!"
"Kyaa~"
He scooped her up princess-style by the waist and thighs.
Carried her to the bed.
The room was small, so it wasn't far, but plenty exciting.
Na-young let out playful screams of delight.
"Na-young, I love you."
"Haaaaah... ♥"
Na-young trembled in ecstasy, savoring the words with a rapturous expression.
She reached out her arms to him.
"Ahhn~ Caught me ♥ Guess I have no choice but to get eaten by my beast coach ♥"
He tossed her lightly onto the bed, her jiggling breasts lewd.
He stripped quickly and pounced.
No need to think about separate coaching sessions.