Chapter 6

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 6

Chapter Title: SSS-Class Athlete

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Breast massage only ended after So-hee Yoo climaxed two or three more times.

I'd originally just planned to tease her nipples for fun, but her reactions were too good.

How could I stop when she was moaning and whimpering just from me flicking them?

In the end, I let go of her breasts only after So-hee Yoo was completely spent from orgasming on her chest alone.

"Haa... haa..."

So-hee Yoo lay sprawled on the machine, feet flat on the floor.

Her eyes were blissfully unfocused and hazy—she must have felt amazing.

Her E-cup breasts still heaved up and down, nipples erect.

Her thick thighs wrapped in pink leggings and her pronounced hips were irresistibly alluring.

'Wow, I not only groped So-hee Yoo's breasts but made her cum from it?'

It felt so unreal that I still couldn't quite believe it.

Exaggerating a bit, she was one of the Madonnas of the Sports Academy alongside the Dean.

Of course, the vivid sensation lingering in my hands—the soft yet heavy feel of her breasts—proved this was real.

"Coach, are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

Even as she spoke, she still looked dazed.

No wonder—she'd cum so hard she couldn't hold back her moans.

'Anyway, this confirms it. This system's effects are the real deal.'

Otherwise, a married woman wouldn't let me grope her bare chest like that.

And she'd even thrust her hips and pelvis multiple times from the pleasure.

The trust level shown in the system was solid proof.

Plus, the newly registered athlete had genuinely felt pleasure from my touch.

'The question is what comes next...'

Did her athletic abilities really improve?

I stood up and asked So-hee Yoo, who was barely catching her breath.

"How's your shoulder feeling?"

"My shoulder? Oh..."

She only seemed to remember her shoulder issue after I mentioned it.

She must have been completely lost in my touch.

"The massage felt great and all, but no way it could fix it in one go... Huh?"

So-hee Yoo stood and rolled her shoulders back.

She froze in surprise at the easy motion and stared at her shoulder.

Then she rotated it even more widely.

It moved smoothly without any issues.

"...The pain's gone. No, it feels lighter than before?"

"Really? Glad it worked, then."

"Wow... This is crazy. How'd you do that?"

Confirming the massage's effect made her trust level rise.

It wasn't enough to change the numerical value, unfortunately.

But the message popping up meant it had some significance.

"No discomfort left at all?"

"Yeah. It always felt weighed down, but now it's so much better. Even my condition feels good."

Seeing her bright expression made me smile too.

This was definitely the system's doing.

'So this is what improved athletic ability feels like.'

Just groping her breasts had loosened her stiff shoulder.

And her condition looked noticeably better.

What if we had proper sex?

Her abilities might skyrocket, turning her into a top-tier athlete.

'Of course, her own effort and talent matter too. But this effect in under an hour? Totally worth it.'

Seeing the potential made my heart race.

With this power, I could rack up achievements in a month and stay on as coach!

"Coach Han Dae-wi, thank you. I had no idea you had skills like this."

"Oh, no big deal."

As she came to her senses, So-hee Yoo looked up at me.

Her flushed cheeks from climax and sweat-glistened face were breathtakingly beautiful.

If I wasn't imagining it, her gaze held a new warmth and affection.

"Seriously, thank you. Text me when you have time. I'll buy you a meal."

"I don't have your number, Coach."

"Oh! We haven't exchanged yet?"

Coaches don't usually swap numbers one by one.

Given her personality, she'd give it if asked, but...

I'd lacked the guts to request it.

'Honestly, our status gap was huge. A truckload of guys got shot down hitting on So-hee Yoo.'

Seizing the moment, we exchanged numbers.

Having the popular So-hee Yoo's digits in my phone—just one day after getting the app.

"Whew! Time flew. Talk soon~"

"Sure, take care!"

I bowed politely to So-hee Yoo.

Then I checked the Player ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Coaching System again.

'This is seriously OP.'

With this, I could bed women while raising star athletes.

My coaching skills would get recognized too—best of both worlds.

"Kuhuhu! Now I'm getting greedy."

The Sports Academy was full of stunningly beautiful, fit athletes.

Who to develop as my dedicated player?

Thinking of embracing beauties on So-hee Yoo's level had me excited already.

Afterward, I kept peeking at the Player Coaching System.

And spotted one issue.

'Only two registration slots available.'

Currently, only two slots for registering players.

One was already used on So-hee Yoo.

Once registered, no deleting.

So only one slot left now.

'One's enough for achievements, but it feels kinda lacking.'

I didn't regret registering So-hee Yoo, though.

Had to test the app's powers and usage anyway.

Besides, her killer breasts and ass...

Worth burning a slot for.

'Of course, gotta use the last one wisely.'

To be more careful going forward, I ran some experiments.

And learned a few things about the app.

'First, players must be visible to me.'

No info on TV, photos, or video calls.

Can't register them either.

Obviously couldn't register some unseen overseas star.

'Conversely, registered players' statuses are always viewable.'

I could still check Coach So-hee Yoo's info after we parted.

Her shoulder discomfort was gone, and her condition was peak.

'Finally, once trust rises, it doesn't drop over time.'

Seemed like conquering someone locked in a good relationship.

Of course, not fully confirmed—needed more observation.

Only one test subject so far: So-hee Yoo.

Still, plenty to work with already.

"Key is choosing the right player to register."

This could be my last chance.

Ideally, the most reliable, highly skilled one.

'Bonus if she's hot and has a great body too. Gotta keep having sex with her.'

Needed top-tier looks, figure, and athletic talent.

Hard to find normally, but I had the Player Coaching System.

"Time to scan with the app and hunt for talent."

Luckily, this was the Korean Sports Academy.

Athletes everywhere.

While working, I kept checking athletes' info.

And noticed something interesting.

Few matched So-hee Yoo's level.

'Makes sense—women like her aren't common. Plus, I want at least B-rank talent minimum.'

Most had D or C looks and figures.

Athletic talent averaged C, with occasional B's.

Perfect all-around athletes were rare.

Great figures but meh looks were most common.

Hot ones usually had low talent.

'Tch. Have my standards gotten too high?'

First target being So-hee Yoo was the problem.

After tasting those dream tits and body, ordinary women didn't cut it.

Raw high stats didn't guarantee everything either.

Had to build a relationship for sex within a month.

For already successful athletes, improvements wouldn't stand out.

Needed high talent but currently middling performance.

'Picking at every detail is narrowing the pool.'

One-shot opportunity made me cautious.

Couldn't waste the last slot.

'Purely on stats and trust potential, So-young Lee from Swimming or Chae-rin Na from Track and Field look decent.'

But both had nagging flaws that held me back.

I was wrapping up coaching duties amid these deliberations when...

"Hey, Na-young Han. What makes you strut around like that every day?"

In a warehouse corner ignored by athletes and coaches alike.

Taekwondo girls had gathered.

Precisely, three ganging up on one.

'At it again. Don't they ever get tired?'

Don't picture youthful rivalry at a sports academy.

Politics and backstabbing thrived here too.

Plenty of bullying and subtle sabotage among athletes.

Kids clung to popular, successful ones.

Then ostracized outsiders.

Like high school girls quietly isolating "same-school goals."

Jealousy played a part, but so did ambition.

Performance mattered, but catching a coach's eye shaped futures.

'Bullying that openly? They must really hate her. Who's the target?'

Peeking out, I saw someone worth envying.

Na-young Han from Taekwondo.

The Sports Academy goddess with idol-level looks and a superior figure.

Exceptional talent—undefeated since youth.

Yet aloof, never schmoozing coaches or making friends easily. A cliffside flower.

'Whoa. Checking so many athletes' looks must've raised my bar. Na-young Han really stands out.'

Her model proportions drew instant awe.

She shone even among athletes—like she was from another world.

Truly in a different league from an average guy like me.

Her prominent bust and hips already had my dick twitching.

'Pretty girls are prey anywhere.'

Back when Na-young Han dominated, I'd never have approached.

Overwhelming skill leaves no openings.

But now she was slumping.

Whatever her past, she was just a pretty face in results now.

Leave her be, and that insane talent might bloom anytime.

So they were nipping it in the bud early.

Classic: bully rivals to tank condition or drive them out.

"Living off your face must make training fun, huh? Coaches and other athletes fawn all over you."

The ringleader was Jae-young Kim, a Taekwondo athlete.

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Snatched first place during Na-young's slump.

Ruling Taekwondo like a queen now, Na-young must grate on her.

"We train daily, but you were busy with makeup?"

"I don't wear makeup. Just basics."

"Ha! Sure. It's obvious you only care about your face."

"Me? You're just ugly."

"Y-you bitch...!"

Na-young stayed cool and unfazed even here.

"All your youth records real skill?"

"Hmph! Pretty, so coaches spoiled you into those records?"

"Even with trash skill, they'd pamper you for rubbing those tits."

"...No. Coaches all hate me."

"Then why suck now? Scholarship entry, but lost first place."

Jae-young advanced threateningly.

It was getting too far, so I stepped in.

"Hey, what're you doing."

Jae-young forced a smile like "oh shit," then spotted me and sneered.

"Fuck~ What? Oh, it's the loser coach."

"...You talking to me?"

"Who else? We all heard. Fired in a month. Not even a real coach."

Even so, mouthing off to a senior coach?

Sports upbringing lacking manners, I guess.

"You'll be gone in a month anyway. Don't butt in."

"...Yeah, you're right. I'm just a coach leaving soon. But is that all?"

"Fuck off!"

"Losers with nothing to lose are the scariest."

The girls flinched.

Me stepping closer helped.

Even athletes don't underestimate a fellow-trained guy.

"About to get fired, mood's shit—wanna drop a bomb?"

"Pfft, bullshit. Coach who's never taught properly..."

"One word from me on bullying, and reporters drooling for a story come truckloads."

"W-we didn't bully..."

"Or leak your names to cyber wrecka channels? Wreck Taekwondo before I go—Dean'd love that."

Jae-young licked her lips nervously.

Feasibility didn't matter.

They wouldn't risk trouble with bright futures ahead.

"J-Jae-young, let's go. Don't make a scene."

"Yeah, look at that psycho. Scared of shit, or just dodging stink."

The cowardly girls held Jae-young back.

She clicked her tongue reluctantly.

"...Watch your back."

They scurried off after that.

Cracking under threats? Still kids.

"Scared of a report, yet they act up. Na-young, you okay?"

"Y-yeah. Thank you."

Na-young bowed, eyeing me curiously.

Now this was manners.

Her breasts swayed heavily as she bowed.

S-rank figure, for sure.

'...Wonder what her info looks like.'

I reflexively checked Na-young Han's details.

'Insane.'

Appearance, figure, talent—all triple S!

An SSS-class athlete was right here.