Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: The Girl Everyone's Talking About Blows Me
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A day later.
That was the sparring date proposed by Coach Hong and Jae-young Kim.
They'd said to pick any date, so I'd accepted.
It was much sooner than I'd expected.
'They're aiming for a time when Na-young might still have a bit of her slump lingering.'
No coach who knew Han Na-young's potential would be blind to it.
They were just drunk on power games.
They want to settle things before her skills fully revive...
That's why they'd grabbed such a quick date.
'Of course, that line of thinking is already a huge mistake.'
Na-young wasn't just over her slump.
Under my 'guidance,' her skills had hit their absolute peak.
Every stat was at its maximum.
I'd been checking her status window regularly.
Even this bizarre power declared her top-tier right now.
'Right now, Na-young could give the men's number one a real fight.'
I only had the edge over her because she felt so damn good during sex.
If we fought for real, one kick to the solar plexus would knock me out cold.
Honestly, I didn't think she'd lose at all.
I'd watched Jae-young Kim's spars plenty of times...
She's good, but not Na-young level.
Na-young herself swore she wouldn't lose.
That firm assurance put my mind at ease more than anything.
And even while saying that, no one trained harder than her. That was what made Han Na-young special.
"...And that's how we ended up with this spar."
"I see."
I'd given the Dean a full rundown of everything that had happened.
It was the kind of situation that needed reporting.
"I never imagined they'd go as far as betting on it."
"From the Taekwondo department coaches' perspective, I'm a thorn in their side."
"Oh my. You're admitting it yourself?"
"In the past, I might've worried about their opinion. But now I have an athlete I need to take responsibility for."
Na-young, who didn't just trust me but loved me.
For her sake, I had to stand tall.
"I don't want to tiptoe around anymore. A coach for the best athlete needs to earn that trust."
Watching Na-young had driven it home for me.
Sports was a ruthless world of results.
No matter what was behind it, overwhelming skill flipped everything.
Just like all the star athletes who'd shone before.
"If you lose the bet, you'll lose that athlete, you know?"
"I believe Na-young will win for sure. That's my job."
"...I'm a little jealous. A coach and athlete who care for each other like that."
The Dean chuckled as she looked at me.
"But in a match, you have to accept the result, wind or no wind. You're prepared for that, right?"
"Yes. Though they might not be."
"Hmm~ You think they won't back down?"
"Honestly, yeah."
They might retreat gracefully now.
But if Na-young becomes a star later?
They could swoop back in and claim credit.
"So, if it's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate the Dean witnessing it."
"You want me to ensure the result is enforced."
"Exactly."
The Dean was trustworthy.
She wasn't the type to back out of a deal like that.
Plus, she seemed to like me and Na-young.
'She probably wants us to win too.'
Even I could see the Taekwondo department had issues.
The blatant politics and bullying were a big red flag.
As Dean, she couldn't ignore it.
But she couldn't just mess with an entrenched coaching staff.
'Their power structure and cartel aren't to be underestimated.'
Reform needed justification.
And Na-young's victory would provide exactly that.
"...Alright. If the athlete and coach agreed, it's fine."
"Thank you."
"I hope it turns out well. So we all get what we want."
The Dean smiled with a knowing glint.
Everything I'd thought was already in her head.
She'd rolled in this world far longer than me.
She was a master at the politics and posturing.
"Is that everything you need to report?"
"Ah, yes! That's it."
"Good. Now, this is something from me..."
The Dean leaned back, fingers interlaced under her chin.
"I'll withdraw the dismissal for Coach Han."
"Pardon? But my results are still..."
"You solved Han Na-young's slump. That's enough value to keep you on and watch. And..."
She slid some papers across the desk.
"You did that survey with the athletes before, right?"
"Ah, yes. Correct."
It was before I got the system.
I'd surveyed them on mental stuff and compiled a report.
"I heard quite a variety of stories from that. It's not full 'results,' but..."
She tapped the desk thoughtfully, then nodded decisively.
"Cases like Han Na-young's show your team has real value."
"Ah! Thank you, Dean!"
"No need to thank me. It's all your achievement."
"Still, thank you!"
I bowed deeply.
The system had basically erased dismissal worries anyway.
But recognition for my pre-system efforts felt great.
Pride swelled knowing that work bore fruit.
"I'll keep expecting more. After you win that bet, of course."
"Yes. I'll do my best."
The last weight lifted from my chest.
Now I could stay at the Korean Sports Academy indefinitely.
"Oh, and."
The Dean added casually.
"It's nice chatting like this. Come report in person more often. Not just paperwork."
"Uh, yes? Why..."
"As Dean, I need mental reports on the athletes. Any complaints?"
"Ah, no. Got it."
Her sharp glare made me answer reflexively.
She nodded, satisfied.
'I never thought I'd meet the Dean face-to-face back then. Anyway, it worked out.'
Just having her mediate was a huge favor.
The dismissal issue resolving first was a bonus I hadn't expected.
'Now all problems are really gone.'
Of course, withdrawal wasn't the end.
It was just the starting line.
'My dream is raising a star athlete as a coach.'
Now, focus solely on making Na-young an elite.
And that was what I was most confident in.
In a way, she was already a finished product.
"...Wah!"
The athlete popped out from around the hallway corner.
Hands up like a red panda, threatening me.
I blinked at her, and Na-young pouted like deflated steam.
"...What. Why aren't you scared?"
"Sur. Prized. To. See. You."
"Too late?"
Sorry, but her face was too cute and pretty to scare me.
Seeing those full tits jiggle sparked excitement, not fear.
"How'd you know to wait right here?"
"I heard you went to the Dean's office and hurried over."
Was that worth sprinting for?
Na-young had her share of needless worries.
"That woman didn't make any weird proposals, right? Like, 'I'll make you win the bet if you obey me'?"
"Don't call an adult 'that woman'."
"Ow!"
My hand chopped her crown.
Na-young clutched her head, looking wronged.
"Oof. I was so worried about you..."
"Why's the athlete worrying about the coach? Focus on training."
"...You didn't get anything weird from the Dean, right?"
"No need for those thoughts. She's a good person."
Someone truly respectable.
She prioritized results a bit much, but that's just her style.
'Korea's sports scene is rotting outside archery. This place runs well because of her.'
That made her initial push to fire me understandable.
She was just doing her job as leader.
"She agreed to witness the bet."
"The Dean herself?"
"No one else to do it. Shows how much they expect from a Taekwondo genius."
"...Hmph."
Na-young stared at me, pouty and sulky.
"Oppa, come with me for a sec."
"Huh? Suddenly?"
"Quickly."
She grabbed my wrist and pulled.
She led us to an empty men's restroom.
Click.
Straight to the last stall, door locked.
Alone in the tight space, my heart pounded as expected.
"Na-young? What is this..."
"Feels just like the changing room last time. Super thrilling♥"
Na-young hugged me with a sultry expression.
Pressing her body close, squishing her tits against me.
"Even so, isn't this place a bit risky?"
Even if it's near the Dean's office and low traffic...
Anyone could walk in anytime.
"Yeah, risky. If we're caught, big trouble. Ooh, tense."
Her words said one thing, but her hands were already moving.
Her soft hand slid down, gripping my cock.
"So we gotta milk it quick♥"
Na-young licked her lips and tugged my pants down.
Panties too, in one go—my dick sprang free.
"Hehe, what’s this♥ Oppa's dick is already raring to go?"
"Can't help biology."
I'd guessed what she'd do the moment she dragged me to the men's room.
Blood rushed straight to it, naturally.
Then tits and hands? Any guy would pop a boner from a beauty like her.
"Built up since morning, huh♥ Poor thing...♥ Gotta relieve you fast♥"
Na-young knelt before my dick.
Kissed it softly, lips smooching the shaft.
"Special dick kisses just for Coach♥ Let's feel good quick♥"
Every soft lip touch made it twitch.
Already hard, it swelled to the limit.
"Hehe! Twitching like crazy. So big and hard, but cute♥"
Na-young swept her long hair behind her ear.
The move was insanely sexy.
She parted her lips and engulfed the head.
"Mmm...♥"
At first, just sucking the tip slowly.
Even that felt amazing.
Warm, wet mouth sensation spread over the glans.
The sweet stimulation tensed my hips right away.
"Haa... Coach's dick tastes so good..♥"
Na-young took more in, deeper.
My dick filled her mouth completely.
It wasn't just soft pleasure anymore.
Knowing Na-young was sucking me off spiked the arousal.
"Mmm... Slurp... Suck...♥"
She slurped my dick lewdly.
Bobbing her jaw, sliding it in and out—pure bliss.
"Fuck, what the hell. I'm already on the edge."
Twitch!
Sudden voices—someone entered the restroom. Na-young paused her blowjob.
"Wait it out. They'll leave soon."
"Shit. That's why you gotta nut when you're up a bit. Got bit on floor 70..."
"Shut up and wipe it quick. Late again and it's drama."
Sounded like they were cleaning gear.
Sports academy life meant scrubbing equipment often.
Empty spot, so they came here.
'They have no clue we're here.'
Or anyone was.
Probably thought the end stall had cleaning supplies.
"Slurp♥"
"Nngh...!"
Na-young resumed quietly, sucking without sound.
Looking up at me with a playful smirk.
-Suck... Slurp…
Stealthy fellatio, tongue softly rubbing the glans wildly.
"Ngh... Urk...!"
She could muffle herself, but I couldn't.
A faint groan leaked from the pleasure.
Na-young attacked the head with her tongue like she loved it.
Swirling, poking the slit—mind-melting.
"Hey, you hear? Taekwondo dept's doing a bet?"
"Bet? Fighters do that too?"
"Dude, total drama. Mental coach doing grunt work there? He somehow coaches Han Na-young and she blows up."
"Ah~ The idol girl? Super pretty, and athletic too."
"Genius of the century. But Taekwondo coaches feel threatened by another team's coach stealing her, so they bet."
"Wild. What's the bet?"
Incredibly, we were the topic.
Not just Taekwondo—rumors spread academy-wide.
"...That coach hit the jackpot. Teaching a babe like that? Work would be fun. We just stink of sweat."
"Man, not even. Up close, her body's insane... Whoa, crazy."
"That hot?"
"Pretty face, and those tits? Goddess. That ass makes your dick throb."
Na-young glanced up while sucking, eyes smug.
Her face said, 'I'm that girl. Like it?'
"Why's she an athlete? With that face, idol stardom."
"Honor, dude. Honor. Ads after wins anyway."
"True. Face like that, anything works later."
"Hoo... Fuck her once and life's complete. Athletic waist game? Kyaa~"
"Loser. You hit on Coach Han So-hee and got shot down."
Mostly praise for Na-young's looks and dirty talk.
I knew, but her beauty was infamous.
"Gotta be tough for that coach. Seeing that body daily? Dick exploding."
"Maybe they're dating."
"Nah. Even Taekwondo coaches don't dare. She give it up easy?"
-Sloooorp...♥
Her suction intensified, like showing off her service.
They'd never imagine.
Han Na-young secretly blowing her coach in the men's room.
"How happy's her boyfriend? Naked tits in bed. Fuck, jealous."
"Cold face sucking dick? Can't picture it."
"D or E cups. Touch 'em and done."
"Dream on. She won't glance our way. Celeb or tycoon later."
-Slurp! Slurp!
Na-young's tongue tormented aggressively.
Their words amped the thrill.
'Can't hold this...'
Might cum with people here.
I reflexively pulled back.
-Grip…
But Na-young locked her arms around my legs.
Full press, merciless sucking.
"Urk...!"
Dizzying pleasure surged through my dick.
The situation spiced it—on the edge.
"Her raw tits alone would do me."
"Lingerie and I'd triple nut."
"Ass in panties? Killer view."
Faucet shut off, voices faded.
My dick hit limit.
"Hahk...! Hahk! Na-young, gonna cum...!"
I finally released the held-back load.
Semen erupted from my dick.
-Spurt! Splurt!
Han Na-young, object of their filth talk.
Swallowing my load while blowing me.
'Hits different every time.'
She was every man's dream.
Outdoor sex, bunny girl event—wild.
Those guys couldn't fathom her like this.
Only I saw those tits, ass, pussy, cosplay.
Thinking it filled me with smug superiority, stoking my manhood.
"Haa...♥ How's it feel?"
Na-young grinned provocatively after cleaning my dick spotless.
"Being Han Na-young's boyfriend, the envy of all?"
"Best ever. Felt amazing♥"
"Your cum fired me up too. I won't lose to anyone now♥"
I chuckled, stroking her hair.
Too hot and awesome for me.
Spar day arrived fast.
As agreed, Han Na-young and Jae-young Kim faced off.
The academy's hottest duo? Tons of spectators.
Most eye-catching: the Dean.
"Yo, why's the Dean here?"
"Rising stars sparring, came to watch."
"Charisma's nuts. So pretty."
Even I was surprised by her attendance.
I'd asked her to witness, not show up.
'Gotta deliver big now.'
I steadied nerves, eyes forward.
Na-young and Jae-young's gazes clashed, sparks flying.
"Aw, pity. Time to split from your fave coach?"
"Thanks for caring. Won't happen, so worry about your life."
"Han Na-young, still think you're top? My era now. Know what coaches call me?"
"Washed up?"
"You...!"
Light taunts over, they assumed stances.
National-level auras hit different.
'Na-young's amazing, but Jae-young was elite too. No easy win.'
Ref signaled start.
I missed it in a blink.
Na-young's speed at kickoff.
Crack!
Perfect roundhouse to the face!
Jae-young crumpled, out cold.
"Wha, what? One shot?"
"Jae-young's KO'd! Foam from her mouth...!"
"Jae-young, wake up! Get a stretcher!"
The Taekwondo dept uproar ended anticlimactically in under a second.