Chapter 42
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Yoo Jo-eun (1)
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"Ah, Maeng-ho, you're here?"
"Oh man, I'm sorry. I totally spaced on telling you I had a game today. Really sorry."
"Here I was thinking you didn't like it here and switched to somewhere else. I was worried."
The instructor at the Pilates center I'd been attending on Cheon So-young's recommendation, Yoo Jo-eun, teased me with her eyes crinkled into half-moons. As the youngest instructor here, she was basically my personal trainer. I'd heard she'd been doing Pilates consistently since she was young and was really skilled.
Though whenever I came for my sessions, I was the only student. ...She must be skilled, right?
"Nah, why would I go anywhere else when I've got you as my instructor? Sorry again."
I answered while keeping my inner thoughts to myself. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice.
"It's fine. You're a special client handpicked by Team Leader Cheon, so I can make time for you."
"Is that your sly way of saying it's outside business hours? Feels like you're glaring at me."
"Oops! You caught me? Hehe, just kidding. Thanks to Team Leader Cheon, AT Thunderbirds players train here too, so if we wanna renew the contract, I gotta stay on your good side. Put in a good word for us?"
She wheedled with a bit of charm. Just like she said, this Pilates center handled training for AT Thunderbirds players. Of course, the others didn't come here themselves—they got sessions at the training grounds.
I'd heard she'd gone there a few times herself.
Anyway, last year, Cheon So-young had spearheaded the contract with this place. If she picked it, no doubt the instruction was top-notch.
"Of course. Give me a sec to change."
"Sure, take your time."
With that, she headed to the studio. Watching her ass as she walked in made a little blood rush south.
'Heh, not bad for a monkey's ass.'
At around 160cm, she had a youthful face, hair tied in a messy bun, and pale skin. Her double-eyelid eyes made her look even younger, but the C-cup chest straining under her yoga top and the hips threatening to burst her leggings chased those thoughts away.
She wasn't an athlete, so she couldn't compare to Hye-jin or Hyun-ah, but she was plenty passable.
"Maeng-ho?"
She must've sensed me standing there, because she turned and called out.
"Oh, coming right now."
"Okay, no rush."
Her sweet smile as she kept walking sent another twitch below. Whew, was it because I didn't relieve myself yesterday?
With the big tournament coming up, I'd skipped sex the night before to focus, but we got knocked out in the first round. Bitter taste in my mouth. No point dwelling on it—just sours the mood.
I headed to the locker room and stripped. Standard Pilates gear: shorts and tee from AT, plus my personal leggings. Without them, even moderate movement made things swing visibly down there. Especially today, wearing trunks.
I usually wore trunks otherwise. Hated when it poked out of drawers.
"Huh? No leggings?"
'What do you mean no?'
'Looks like you forgot them.'
'Just go without.'
'But it's with a female instructor...'
'You idiot. That's your one asset. Hiding it is like a 100-mph pitcher not throwing fastballs.'
'Hehe, glad you admit it?'
'Change already, idiot.'
'On it.'
Stealing glances at Yoo Jo-eun's back had me half-hard already. Should I jerk off? Nah, too time-consuming. No good material handy either. Maybe film something later for emergencies?
For now, I tucked it quick into my waistband and headed to the studio.
"Ah, there you are."
"Yeah. Didn't keep you waiting long?"
"...No."
She scanned me once, and her face flushed red. Like a girl discovering sex for the first time.
'She saw it, right?'
'Yup, you bald-headed fool.'
Thinking she was aware of my bulge made it want to swell more.
"Uh... today... no leggings?"
"Oh, laundry piled up from the game. Dorms do it all together."
I'd just forgotten, but admitting that sounded lame, so I lied.
"W-well, let's start? Breathing first!"
"Got it."
I followed her lead: inhale, exhale, repeat.
'She's staring a lot.'
'Yeah.'
Even mid-breathing, her eyes flicked to my shorts whenever idle, and my Hornsby-approved treasure started asserting itself.
"Okay, stretching time?"
'Now!'
As she looked away, I swiftly tucked the near-escaping beast into my waistband. It poked out over the top plenty, but better than constant left-side swinging—could hide it with my shirt.
"Let's begin. Shoulders first~."
Didn't notice? As I followed her shoulder stretches, she didn't seem focused below anymore. But the big mirror on the wall showed her face still red. Wait, big mirror...?
It reflected everything I did. Shit.
'Idiot, you didn't even notice? I thought you were showing off on purpose. Monkey brain never changes, huh?'
'Shut up! ...Embarrassing.'
She saw. Definitely. No other reason for her blush. Damn, mortifying. Why won't it go down now? Usually reliable, but right now I resented my pride and joy a bit.
'With her shaking that ass in leggings right there, how could it?'
'True.'
"Maeng-ho! Focus!"
"Sorry!"
My mind wandered, so the workout suffered.
"Maeng-ho, your thighs aren't very flexible, huh?"
"Oh, didn't I mention? Car accident—had a metal rod in there. Removed now, but this side's still stiff."
"Oh, sorry. Shouldn't have asked."
"No biggie. Built tough, healed fast."
"Wow, must've been tough training."
"These days, too healthy—it's a problem."
"...Ah, y-yeah! You look super healthy!"
What'd she mean? Teasing me?
"Ah! Let me help push!"
I wanted to check her expression, but she was dead serious in instructor mode.
Sitting in front of me, she pulled my hands while pushing my ankles with her tosock-clad feet.
"Urk!"
"You got this! Client!"
She tested my limits, gripping hard.
"Arrrgh!"
With her help, my upper body inched toward the floor. Damn, how long? Glancing up in pain, I saw the crotch of her spread leggings.
"Ngh."
Maybe imagination, but it felt hot. No doubt my abs were toasty from my little buddy.
"Almost! Hng!"
Her exertion groans as she pulled hit my ears. But the thrill turned to pain quick.
"One more! You can do it! Breathe!"
Pain shrank it down; by stretch's end, back to normal.
"Good. Whew. You know Pilates helps rehab a ton? I'll give your thighs special attention."
Special care sounds good, but this hurts too much.
"Ready for the main workout?"
As she glanced away, I readjusted. No risk now—her eyes were down.
'Hm, that should hold.'
Pilates isn't intense, so no flopping unless something crazy. Quick fix done, we resumed.
"Segments! Segments! Maeng-ho! Segment it!"
"Slow! Exhale! Good! Client!"
Pilates wasn't lifting weights, but damn, it was tough.
"As expected from an athlete—you pick it up fast. Next session, we can use machines."
"Thanks."
"Oh, time's up already. Cool-down?"
It was past 9, like she said.
"Yep."
"Focus till the end, got it?"
"Of course!"
After cool-down, I hit the showers. Not intense, but sweaty. Quick rinse, then out.
"Ah, all done?"
Outside, fresh shampoo scent and her in casuals: hot pants highlighting her figure, cropped tee, light cardigan. Fresh look.
"Yeah, you showered too?"
"Huh? Maeng-ho, what're you saying?"
"You usually skip it after."
"That's 'cause of next classes!"
"Oh? Then why wait?"
"Gotta lock up. Last client, and we close after 8, right?"
"Means extra grateful for the makeup lesson."
"Anyway... come on. Lock up."
Weird—I clammed up around Cheon So-young, but words flowed here. Hornsby's presence?
'Heh, so rely on this body more. Eat more women! Monkey boy!'
'I'll think about it.'
'Ungrateful monkey bastard.'
"What? Coming?"
Lost in chat with Hornsby, she prodded.
"Yep."
All staff gone; she locked up. Whew, perks of money. No Cheon So-young, no VIP treatment.
"Maeng-ho, you do Instagram?"
"Instagram?"
Why ask?
I'd posted a bit at launch, but fishing DMs from weirdos killed it. No fan girls, just edgelord trash. Whatever that was.
"Got it, but barely post."
"Ooh, so you have one. Mutuals?"
After following, she hesitated, then spoke. Main topic?
"Where you headed, Maeng-ho?"
Home? Dorms? Post-tourney rest day, but empty house sucked. Couldn't call Hye-jin or Hyun-ah today.
"Why? Offering a ride?"
Office workers usually drove; probably that.
"Huh? I'm a transit girl. Twenty-three—what car?"
Twenty-three? Explained the baby face.
"That age, everyone's got wheels."
"Hahaha, still young and clueless? I said twenty."
Tch, pros all drove.
"Yeah. But don't I look older? You're so youthful."
"Oh, no. You're handsome—manly."
"Liar, put some chapstick on it. Tsk."
"Busted? Kidding—seriously, own it. Hahaha."
"Thanks anyway. But why ask where I'm going?"
Her playful face turned serious. She glanced around, cupped her mouth, whispered. I knelt to hear.
"...Truth is, I think I'm being stalked lately."
"What? For real?!"
"Shh! Quiet. So, could you walk with me today? Kinda like that?"
"Nah, I'm good. Rest day tomorrow anyway."
"Whoa! Really?"
"Yeah, where to?"
"Nowon area."
Tch, opposite school. Crash at home tonight—closer.
"How far you need?"
"If it's not trouble, home? Solo living's scary lately..."
"No prob. My fault you're late—gotta escort you."
Midnight date with a beauty! Jackpot. Hehehe.