Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Embarrassing but Feels Good
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If you say it's okay with you?
What does that even mean? Maybe...
"...W-Well, if we can just confirm it really works."
"Ah, sure."
Na-young Han added that with her face flushed red.
Well, yeah. Until yesterday, we only knew each other's names. No way it'd happen that fast.
"Ahem! Ahem! I'm serious. I'm not that kind of naughty girl."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it."
"...I mean it. Normally, I wouldn't allow this even for coaching. I trust you because you're Coach."
I knew that much.
Coaches even found her intimidating.
"So, at least show me some proof that the massage really works. Or related data or something."
"Hmm, proof."
...As if that exists.
It's just an excuse to grope her breasts and pussy.
'But if there's no proof, I can just make some.'
I nodded and replied.
"What if I get a testimonial from someone trustworthy?"
"A testimonial?"
"Someone who's already seen the effects. Wouldn't that convince you?"
"Hmm, but if that person's close to you, Coach..."
"It's Coach So-hee Yoo. You know her, right?"
So-hee Yoo had a solid reputation around the Sports Academy.
She was known as a reliable female coach, especially popular with the women athletes.
Na-young Han had taken her classes and learned from her.
Her testimonial would be solid proof.
'Of course, what So-hee got wasn't a normal massage—it was pervy stuff...'
So-hee Yoo was registered in my system too, with her trust level raised.
Her physical condition had improved, so she fully trusted me now.
The odds of her saying anything against me were low.
"That Coach So-hee Yoo who teaches Pilates?"
"Yeah, that's her. You know her well."
"...You gave her a massage too?"
"Huh? Well, yeah?"
"Hmmm~"
For some reason, Na-young Han shot me a sharp look.
Like she was targeting a vital point in sparring.
"Hold on a sec."
Na-young Han picked up her phone.
She rummaged for a bit, then started the call.
"Ah, Coach So-hee Yoo? It's Na-young Han. Sorry to call so late. Yeah, it's about..."
She glanced at me and nodded several times.
She hung up, nodding with a convinced look.
"It was true. She said it works really well and even recommended it."
"See? Told you."
Good call registering So-hee first.
She's trusted by most female athletes, so this helps a lot.
'Gotta milk this for all it's worth.'
With backing and recommendations from respected female coaches,
suspicions about me would drop big time.
"Sorry for doubting you. Since we're at it, can I ask right now?"
"Of course. That's why I brought you here."
It'd be a problem if she said she'd think about it and left.
"But I have some conditions."
"I'm asking you, so I'll do anything. I trust you, Coach."
"It's not that serious."
I didn't think Na-young would bail, but...
If her skills improved but she ghosted me, that'd suck. Better get a promise.
"You heard, but I'm about to get kicked out as coach in a month."
"Ah, right!"
With work stuff on the table, Na-young got more serious.
She really was a pro athlete.
"No, take it easy. If the massage improves your skills and helps with your slump, just say so. Credit my coaching."
"That's a given. I want to keep seeing you as my coach too."
"Thanks for thinking that way."
Well, yeah. I'm the coach who spotted her issue and suggested a fix.
Na-young wasn't dumb enough not to value that.
"And during the massage, follow my instructions without question. It's still 'coaching,' even if it's a massage. If you dodge midway, it's pointless."
"Don't worry. That's basic for training."
Defying the trainer defeats the purpose.
...Though what I'm about to do is far from standard gym training.
Na-young would realize quick how hard it'd be to resist once she felt it.
"Shall we start then?"
"Ah, Coach. Um..."
Na-young timidly raised her hand.
What was that? A move I'd never seen from her.
Too cute.
"What's up? Something wrong?"
"I sweated during training earlier. So I want to shower first."
"Ah... yeah, makes sense."
Personally, I liked the lingering sweat smell.
But women feel different. Showering before sex is standard anyway.
"Can I use the shower?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Thank you."
Na-young bowed slightly and headed to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of spraying water echoed.
Alone, I hadn't noticed, but it was pretty loud.
'...Na-young Han's naked, showering right beyond that door.'
Realizing it made my heart race, heat rising.
Water streaming over those huge breasts and killer body.
She'd been right next to me, so the image came easy.
Even in her dobok, they were massive.
Nude, it'd be explosively voluptuous.
Just one door away from seeing her naked—it was more stimulating than I'd thought.
'Damn, this is insane. Her looks and body alone get me excited. And she's a Taekwondo national team candidate.'
Did my heart race like this losing my virginity?
I felt oddly tense, so I did some light stretches.
Then the shower stopped.
Just as I thought she was done, the door cracked open.
"C-Coach. Sorry to keep asking favors, but... do you have spare clothes?"
"Clothes?"
"I'll sweat during the massage, so..."
"Ah! You can borrow mine if that's okay. They're big, so should fit."
"Thank you."
I handed her some, and soon Na-young emerged.
Her flushed face amid the steam looked goddess-like.
'Normal girls lose appeal without makeup...'
Not for goddess Na-young.
Her skin looked even more radiant, moist yet powdery.
'She's insanely pretty. Is she even human? The resolution and saturation are off the charts.'
So-hee's body was amazing, but different vibe.
Felt like dating an idol from TV.
Na-young's looks and figure rivaled any idol.
No, she felt even more alluring.
'And those breasts... damn. Good call lending my shirt.'
The loose fit outlined her curves perfectly.
Wanted to tug it down tight over her chest.
She figured it'd cover anyway, so no panties...
The shirt's subtle drape made it even lewder.
Every slight movement flashed a glimpse of white panties.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes. Clean and nice. But..."
Suddenly, her gaze dropped.
There, my fully erect dick was pitching a tent.
"Ah."
If it was just semi, I could've hidden it.
But this blatant bulge was obvious.
"...This is just a natural male reaction."
"Ehehe. Don't worry. I don't mind. But... hoo..."
Na-young giggled at my swollen crotch, eyes wide with curiosity.
"Coach, you're pretty big, huh? From working out?"
"Bigger than your ex?"
"Never dated. Lifelong single."
This beauty never even tried dating?
Shocking in its own way.
"How do you know it's big without meeting guys?"
"I read a lot of adult webtoons, remember? Proportions say it's big."
"Cartoons as evidence?"
Well, my dick was way above average.
Back in the day, I was the Samsung-dong rice boy.
"Girls talk dirty stuff too. I've overheard plenty."
"Still, you early-20s kids."
"Wow, harsh."
Female athletes had strong libidos too.
Put young peak athletes together, it's inevitable.
Olympics even hand out free condoms.
"Enough chit-chat. Getting late—massage time?"
"Yes, please coach me well."
Na-young went to the bed and awkwardly positioned herself.
No guy experience, huh...
Her bold attitude clashed with the clumsy moves.
'So innocent and cute.'
Her fumbling was adorable, unlike her usual self.
That sharp sparring face now looked like a fluffy puppy.
"Lie face-down like in stretching."
"Like this?"
"Yeah, good."
I eyed her prone form on the bed.
Her massive breasts made her torso lift slightly.
A slim waist dipping in.
Flared hips and wide, birth-ready ass.
Well-toned honey thighs and calves from training.
Like a god sculpted her body with care, porcelain-style.
Thinking my ruined face was the prototype comforted me a bit.
'Taekwondo really builds killer lower body.'
I climbed onto the bed slowly.
As I sat beside her, Na-young flinched.
"What? Getting nervous now?"
"...No. I'm fine."
"Just relax and leave it to me. This is regular coaching. Got it?"
"Yes, Coach."
Seeing her obediently prone made me smug.
In a guy's room, post-shower.
Just a t-shirt on, lying on the bed, waiting for my touch.
Without the Player Coaching System's trust boost, she'd never.
'No worries about reports. So-hee took breast kneading and orgasms in stride.'
I gently pressed her neck.
Athlete body, yet surprisingly soft, not rigid.
"Mmm..."
A lewd moan escaped Na-young.
She liked the gentle pressure.
I savored her reactions, massaging slowly from neck to back to waist.
"Eek! Mmmph..."
Waist a sensitive spot?
Her body jolted while she was relaxing into it.
"How's it feel? Good?"
"Y-Yeah. Feels... good..."
Check in like this.
Communication matters in sex too.
"...Doing this in Coach's room feels kinda naughty."
Her ears were beet red.
That innocent reaction was cute.
"I'm no big shot—just a coach about to get fired. We're good, so be confident."
"Pft! Really?"
"Even if it was bad, so what? Results matter, right?"
"Can a sports coach say that? Process counts too."
"Not as much as results."
We chatted as I massaged on.
Not pro-level, but I knew sports massage basics.
Her tension melted away.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Muscles relaxed, arousal rising instead.
Her breaths warmed, slowing.
'Time to get serious.'
Real massage won't boost her skills.
She needs sex with me.
I placed hands on her ass, pushing lightly.
"Haaang...♥"
A sweet moan from Na-young.
She tensed in surprise.
"C-Coach... this is..."
"Feels good, right? Means it's working."
"R-Really?"
"Of course. Just relax."
"O-Okay..."
I kept fondling her ass.
The feel was too good—wanted to nonstop, massage or not.
'Different texture from So-hee's breasts.'
Less soft, more firm and springy.
Addictively bouncy.
No way it's just genetics.
Shows her hard training.
"Eut... ah... heut! Ang!"
Na-young started trembling for real.
Her flushed face and suppressed pleasure mirrored So-hee's.
But she sucked even less at hiding it.
First real pleasure, clear as day.
-Squeeze... squeeze...
I kneaded her ass flesh slowly.
Then stroked the flared hip bones.
"Uh, heuk. Coach, that's ticklish. Aheut! Mmmph."
Classic spot to make girls squirm.
But here, it turns to arousal fast.
"Haa... haa... ang...♥"
Soon her moans turned needy.
Writhing waist showed she couldn't hold back the rising pleasure.
'Already like this—bare skin would be even better.'
I lifted the t-shirt over her ass.
Her plump, panty-clad cheeks appeared.
So huge, two-thirds bare already.
Stroking over panties gave a silky feel.
I savored the pure white fabric, then bunched it center.
"Eut...?! C-Coach. B-Bare... skin..."
"It's fine. Part of the treatment. Relax."
I kneaded her bare ass like dough.
Even thin fabric changes the feel—direct skin was different.
"Ah... haang♥ ahng♥"
-Twitch! Twiitch...!
Her trembling was obvious now.
Every hard squeeze, her toes curled helplessly.
'She's so new to pleasure, it's obvious.'
With her personality, she probably didn't masturbate much.
Maybe just curious from webtoons.
"Ah... th-that... haat... aang...♥"
This time, I grazed lightly with fingers.
The ticklish stroke made her kick her feet.
'This reaction means I can go harder.'
Body heated enough—I spread and clapped her cheeks repeatedly.
Her perfect, jiggly hips allowed dynamic play.
"Ah... embarrassing but... feels good... haaang♥"
Clapping spread stimulation to her pussy naturally.
Bunched panties rubbed her slit, building subtle pleasure.
'Wonder what inside's like already.'
Pretending to massage thigh-to-pussy, I grazed her mound.
"Aheuuung...! Th-There... haat! Aang♥"
Na-young shuddered like electrocuted.
Her pussy was already slick with juices.
A ready bitch pussy, primed for cock.