Chapter 7

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 7

Chapter Title: Na-young Han, My First Player

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I should head to my room first.

Na-young Han and I exchanged brief pleasantries before parting ways.

True ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to her usual aloof personality, she didn't say much and showed no signs of change.

But my mind was completely filled with thoughts of Na-young Han.

'This insane spec is just as mind-blowing no matter how many times I look at it.'

Even for someone like Na-young Han, I never imagined she'd be this incredible.

Her specs were overwhelmingly superior compared to any other athlete—it was truly impressive.

'Even So-hee Yoo, the Madonna of the Korean Sports Academy with her A-grade looks and B-grade talent, can't compare.'

There probably wasn't anyone with talent surpassing hers.

That said, I didn't register Na-young right away.

I wanted to be extra cautious, just in case.

But as expected, I couldn't find anyone better.

No one could match her in conquest conditions or raw appeal.

More than anything, after seeing Na-young, my eyes wouldn't settle for any other athlete.

'Yeah, there's no one quite like Na-young. The problem is figuring out how to conquer her.'

Na-young wasn't an easy target.

She wasn't just disinterested in men—she was infamous for her icy demeanor.

Thanks to that, despite her stunning looks and figure, she never faced any scandals.

Lots of guys were drawn to her appearance, but they all got shot down.

She was so brutally straightforward that even the coaches disliked her.

With looks that could make her reign as a queen if she showed even a hint of charm or friendliness, Na-young built walls around herself that were excessively high.

'And yet, I need to not only get close to a player like that but have sex with her within at least a month.'

No, considering the time limit for results, a month was too late.

I had to bed her within two weeks at the latest.

The timeframe was way too short for the difficulty level.

But the rewards for success would be that much sweeter.

Not only would I get to sleep with a woman like Na-young, but I'd also become her dedicated coach.

'...If I awaken her S-rank talent, making the national team would be a given. With those looks, she could even aim for worldwide stardom.'

Just like the legendary 'Park's, 'Kim's, and 'Son's of the past.

She might become a star known beyond Korea, across the world.

And I'd be the dedicated coach of that star.

While secretly sleeping with her behind everyone else's back.

'Alright. Once I've decided, let's move fast.'

One of my strengths is that after careful deliberation, I act decisively and quickly.

I immediately registered her in the Player Coaching System.

Checking it out, her trust level had indeed risen to 3.

Personally, I wished the initial trust was higher than 1.

Still, thinking of So-hee Yoo's case, a trust of 3 meant we could chat amicably.

'And considering Na-young's personality, this counts as being pretty close already.'

What came next depended entirely on me.

For that reason, even though it was late, I decided to meet Na-young right away.

I didn't even worry about where to meet.

Luckily, I knew she often practiced late into the night these days.

-Pang!Pang pang!Pang!

The darkened taekwondo practice room.

The sound of something striking echoed repeatedly.

I hid myself slightly and gazed toward the only lit area.

There, Na-young was diligently unleashing kicks on the BOB (Body Opponent Bag).

Her kicks traced beautiful arcs as they shot forward swiftly.

Each heavy impact made the BOB shake dramatically.

The movements were clean and even beautiful.

They were good enough to upload to YouTube as a prime example of perfect kicks.

Especially that sharp, focused expression—it looked like it could slice through an opponent just by gazing at it.

'If that were a real person instead of a dummy, they'd be out cold.'

Even to my eyes, which had seen many athletes, her form and technique were impeccable.

The way her ample chest swayed dramatically with her body was stimulating too.

I couldn't stare openly before, but damn, that morphing action was no joke.

If her opponent were a guy, she'd score at least one point just from the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠size and motion.

"Hoo!"

But Na-young still seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

She regulated her breathing and checked her stance again.

"...The balance is still off. Is it because my chest has gotten bigger?"

Na-young slipped her hand inside her dobok and fondled her breasts.

She even slid her hand under the underbust and lifted them lightly.

'Whoa, holy shit.'

Her beautiful white breasts moved in response to her hands.

Maybe because it was real life?

That motion felt lewder than most porn.

Or maybe it was Na-young's beauty.

Beauties with that level of looks and body lines were rare even among celebrities.

"Haa! Whatever."

Na-young, who had been adjusting her chest, reset her stance.

She dove right back into practice.

'Her tits are seriously insane. So-hee Yoo's an E-cup, right? I wonder what size Na-young is.'

Na-young was undoubtedly the only choice for my first player.

That's when I checked the app again for my next plan.

"Who's there! Ah, oof...!"

Na-young, startled and turning toward me, lost her balance.

She twisted her ankle and collapsed to the floor.

She clutched her ankle reflexively as she fell forward.

The moment I saw it, my heart sank.

No way—an injury?

'No! My S-rank fuckbuddy and player!'

I had no slots left.

Missing out on Na-young would be game over.

As a Sports Academy coach, I'd obviously get fired.

And I'd be stuck twiddling my thumbs with a useless Player Coaching System.

"Na-young! You okay?"

I rushed to the fallen Na-young.

I hadn't run this frantically even as a private in the army.

"Your ankle? It's not broken, is it? Ah, don't touch it too much!"

"Coach Dae-wi Han? Why are you here...?"

"I left something behind, obviously. Forget that—how's your ankle?"

Na-young looked at me with puzzled eyes.

Her face showed a hint of fear, hard to believe it was the same one that had been launching those fierce kicks moments ago.

"Don't move for now. I'll give you first aid right away."

"...I'm fine. It'll heal on its own if I leave it."

"Fine my ass! Do you know how devastating even a minor injury can be for an athlete? Stay still!"

Na-young could rest a few days or pivot to something else if needed.

But for me, my whole life was on the line!

'Screw this up, and my dreams could shatter alongside her ankle.'

I'd finally glimpsed hope: bedding gorgeous athletes and becoming a star coach.

I couldn't let some ridiculous accident ruin it.

"I'll start first aid. Tell me right away if it hurts."

"...Okay."

I promptly began basic RICE first aid.

I iced it, then lightly secured it with an elastic bandage.

Next, I stacked kick mitts to make an improvised pillow and elevated her ankle on it.

"There. Rest like this for now."

"...You're surprisingly skilled at this."

"Of course. I'm a coach."

A coach has to be prepared for emergencies.

I'd even gotten various certifications thinking they'd help with job hunting.

"Just to be safe, go to the school clinic tomorrow for a check-up, and do some warm compresses once it improves a bit."

"...It's not that serious. It doesn't even hurt anymore—you're overreacting."

"...That's what one athlete thought, and regretted it for life."

"Huh? Was that you, Coach?"

"No, not me. I quit early due to lack of talent."

"Pft! What...?"

'Oh, trust goes up just from giving first aid.'

That brought her trust to 4.

Compared to So-hee Yoo, we were now at the level where we could chat casually or grab a meal.

'Still a long way to sex, but...'

Getting this close to Na-young, who coaches called 'pretty face, zero manners,' was already a huge win.

"But really, I'm fine. Just a little twist."

"Good. As long as there's no issue with your body."

Na-young lightly moved her ankle.

If it really hurt, she couldn't have done that yet.

I must have overreacted in my panic.

'But if it raised her trust, it's still a profit.'

I'd been genuinely scared earlier.

Like watching Bitcoin plummet to the basement right after buying.

"Sorry for startling you. I disrupted your training for nothing."

"No, it's fine. I'd been overdoing it lately anyway. I got what I deserved for pushing too hard."

"You know that much, huh?"

"...I've been a bit impatient lately."

This was common among athletes.

Running too much and underperforming in matches.

A pitcher's shoulder blowing out from overexertion.

It usually happened more to talented ones.

They try to cover frustrating plateaus with more practice.

Regulating that properly is a coach's job.

But Na-young hadn't had a proper coach.

"Your kicks aren't hitting the sweet spot you want, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right?"

"Huh? How did you...?"

"You're so focused on that during sparring your reaction speed slows, and you give away points sloppily."

Na-young blinked in surprise.

Same reaction as when I pointed out So-hee Yoo's sore shoulder.

"You're training harder to fix it, but it's just straining your body more. Your balance was shaky just now too."

"Wha—how do you know all this? I haven't told anyone."

"I told you, I'm a coach. I can tell just by watching."

"...Other coaches who've seen me up close didn't notice at all."

"I'm just that good."

It was all from the Player Coaching System, but I answered shamelessly.

The key was spotting the issue.

'Nice. Spotting her personal struggles really boosts trust.'

Nothing beats pinpointing issues to gain an athlete's faith.

A coach who spots unspoken problems at a glance? Sounds like a genius just hearing about it.

'What athletes value most from coaches is ultimately coaching skill.'

Now her trust was at 5.

She had to trust me more than any other coach by now.

'This is the power of the Player Coaching System.'

I used to struggle to even talk to athletes.

Now a genius like Na-young was looking at me with wonder.

"If there's a way to fix that, what would you do?"

"Pardon? What is it?"

I swallowed hard.

Her response to this proposal would shape everything ahead.

"It's too late to explain here. How about we head to my room and talk?"

"Your room, Coach?"

Na-young stiffened slightly.

Honestly, this was a bit of a gamble for me too.

Following a male coach to his private room late at night?

Any female athlete would hesitate.

Especially a stunner like Na-young with her big chest.

'But she won't refuse easily.'

This was a problem Na-young desperately wanted to solve.

A coach who spotted it instantly and claimed he could fix it was right in front of her.

Plus, I had the system's trust boost.

Even for Na-young, with conditions like this...

"...Got it. Let's go talk."

Sure enough, she nodded and stood.

'She must really want to overcome her slump.'

For an athlete, it's tied to their future and dreams—totally understandable.

And it wasn't just her story.

'I need to develop Na-young as fast as possible too.'

I'd cleared the biggest hurdle for that.

Now, how to bed this aloof taekwondo genius.

Honestly, my heart was pounding too.

I never imagined bringing a female athlete to my room.

Let alone a Sports Academy goddess like Na-young.

'Without the Player Coaching System, this would've been unthinkable.'

Na-young curiously looked around my room.

This was her first time in a coach's room—or any guy's room, for that matter.

"Whoa... So this is what coaches' rooms look like?"

"The detailed layout and furniture vary. Everyone decorates their own way."

"You have a ton of comics here?"

"Ahem! Ahem! Been collecting since I was a kid."

Truth be told, I'm a hardcore otaku who's loved manga since childhood.

Even as an adult, I check out popular seasonal anime every year.

My parents' place has figures and bromide displays too, though I don't here.

'Harder to collect since becoming a busy coach.'

Still, I keep up the otaku hobby.

In a half-assed attempt at seeming cool, I brought my Two-Piece collection to the dorm.

"I like comics too."

"Yeah? Webtoons these days are top-notch anyway."

With her face and vibe, you'd never guess, but it's a pleasant surprise.

If anything, Na-young gives off delinquent girl vibes.

Of course, her comics probably differ from mine.

Maybe detective boys with glasses or romance fantasy stuff.

"The most fun one's gotta be 'Club Life' on Epeltoon lately."

"Pfft!"

I coughed like in a manga without thinking.

"H-Hey! That's an adult webtoon."

"What's wrong with adults reading adult webtoons? The characters and art are killer!"

"Well, yeah, that's true, but..."

Nothing wrong with adult webtoons.

But mentioning it alone in a guy's room? Questionable timing.

"Actually, I got into it through eroge games first. Played a lot solo since I had no friends to hang with."

"You play visual novels too?"

"You'd be shocked by my Steam library."

Na-young looked smug as she spoke.

Proud of her Steam list, even.

She must really love games.

"Never pegged you for that hobby."

"Girls make fun if you say you like comics. Guys pretend to know it just to hit on you. Annoying."

"Yeah, can't stand that."

I can picture it without seeing.

Pretty girl likes comics? Guys chat her up after hearing the title.

But we otakus can't resist that bait.

'She's got that 'I'll stomp nerds for prizes' delinquent look, but her tastes are rock-solid.'

The more we talked, the more Na-young proved a severe otaku.

Her hobbies: solo games or reading manga.

She preferred original manga and novels over anime.

But she watched anime too.

"Kanade's final goodbye is so sad, right?"

"I nearly cried to the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠song during Yui's enlightenment."

"I still tear up listening sometimes."

With my own otaku cred, our convo flowed great.

Mind-blowing seeing a girl like Na-young catch obscure otaku references.

Shared hobbies as a bonus, maybe?

Trust shot up unexpectedly.

Now at 6.

Just 1 point shy of when I freely groped So-hee Yoo's chest.

"Haa~ Talking anime after so long is pure bliss."

"Not many comic fans at the Sports Academy."

"...So, how are you fixing my slump?"

"Oh, right. That's why we're here."

We got so into otaku talk, I forgot.

"Wow, harsh. I came all this way just for that, and you forgot?"

"You can't blame me for being shocked you enjoy adult webtoons."

"...Girls get horny sometimes too, you know?"

"Fair enough. Anyway, about overcoming your slump."

I suddenly felt tense.

Unclear how Na-young would take what came next.

I said it as casually as possible, like no big deal.

"Nothing major. A light massage should fix it."

"...Massage?"

"It'll improve your overall condition. Solve your current issue and boost your skills too."

"......"

Na-young stared at me silently.

Her gaze made my throat dry for no reason.

Did I push too fast?

Male coach invites to room, suddenly offers massage? Only pervy thoughts would come up.

"Ah, of course, only if you want quick results. We could start with light stretching..."

"It's fine."

"Huh?"

Na-young slowly lifted her leg.

Her white panties peeked from under her skirt.

"If it's you, Coach... I'm okay with it."