Dancing with the Chocolate Abs PE Professor (2)
“Oh, right. My name’s Kwon Ye-seul.”
“I don’t wanna kn—hiiik! Got it!”
“Call me Ye-seul noona if you don’t want this fist in your face again.”
The punch from an ex-boxer still packed a wallop, making it the perfect intimidation tool.
“Okay, this is how you use it. Posture’s everything in exercise, got it? Mess it up and you’ll get hurt.”
“...”
“Answer me.”
Thwack! A knuckle rap lands square on my skull. My head snaps down from the impact.
“Aaaagh!”
“You’re slow on the uptake. Got it or not?”
“Got it!”
“Then repeat what I just said.”
“Huh?”
Thwack! The merciless fist crashes down again. It hits a sore spot, choking the breath from my lungs.
“Listen properly when the teacher’s talking.”
“Ugh... hngh...”
“I don’t discriminate—man or woman. I’m fair like that.”
Fair? Beating the shit out of her own student to satisfy her lust? Most people would call that a thug. What a goddamn thug.
“Teacher, this is too much.”
“Teacher?”
“N-No, Ye-seul noona...”
“That’s right... heh heh...”
Squeeze. Kwon Ye-seul grins lecherously as she gropes my ass. Her hand slides slowly up my tailbone to my waist.
“Look at this. You’ve got zero muscle.”
“Ugh...”
“Stop pulling away. Get closer.”
“It t-tickles...”
Not satisfied with just my waist, Kwon Ye-seul explores every inch of me. Shoulders to thighs, nape to belly. She paws everywhere except my crotch—the money shot—leaving my whole body tingling.
Why isn’t anyone calling the cops...
I shoot a resentful glare at the counter staff, who’s pretending not to notice while staring at her phone. Kwon Ye-seul catches it and smirks.
Unfortunately, what comes out of her mouth next is pure nightmare fuel for me.
“No use. This is my gym. She’s a little sis I know.”
“N-No way...”
Beep.
The treadmill suddenly whirs to life on its own. I glance around in confusion until I spot the remote in Kwon Ye-seul’s hand.
“Get on.”
She’s gonna force me to run? Terrified of that boxer’s fist, I climb on obediently.
“Hmm, let’s do 20 minutes.”
“T-Twenty...?”
I’m gasping after three minutes—20 is straight-up torture. Before I can protest, Kwon Ye-seul yanks off her gym shorts.
Her wide, chocolate-brown hips spread wide, love juices dripping steadily from her neatly trimmed bush. Her body screams “easy birthing hips,” every muscle honed from relentless training.
“Finish 20 minutes and I’ll let you off easy. Fall behind, though...”
Flap flap. She shakes her hips vulgarly, grinning like a predator. It’s as good as a rape announcement.
“Ugh...!”
“Hurry up and get on!”
Maybe I can pull this off. If I endure, I won’t betray Somi.
Step. I plant my feet on the already-moving belt. It’s fast, but not enough to trip me right away.
Let’s do this. Gripping the handles, I steady myself atop it.
Thud thud thud thud thud. For a while, it’s just the sound of my sneakers pounding the rubber.
My lungs burn at capacity, sweat soaking every inch of me. The worst part? That woman behind me, still swaying her hips, waiting for me to drop. Like a lion under a tree with jaws wide open. One slip, and I’m dinner.
I refocus and push on.
“Hoo... hoo...”
My lungs feel like they’re shredding. Dry coughs stick in my throat. Clothes cling to my skin. Sweat stings my eyes.
Still, I don’t quit. Somi—more important to me than anything.
How much time left?
No watch, so who knows. Feels like 15 minutes, at least.
Almost done, then.
First thing after this: call the cops. A bitch like her belongs in jail.
“Huh, you’re lasting longer than I thought.”
“Hahk... hahk...”
Didn’t expect me to hold up? Take that.
“Five minutes down.”
“Huh?”
“Fifteen left. Keep this pace.”
Crash!
Her words hit like a gut punch—strength drains from my body, and I tumble. Flying backward straight into Kwon Ye-seul’s arms.
“Haa... haa... N-No way...”
“Your stamina’s the unbelievable part.”
“B-But the time I ran...!”
I can’t accept it. I grab my phone nearby and check the time.
I started at 12:15. Only one minute?
Dazed, I look up at Kwon Ye-seul.
Squelch. Before I can speak, her pussy smothers my mouth.
“Dumbass. You believe people too easily.”
“Mmph!!”
Love juices trickle into my blocked mouth. Drop... by drop... I hold out at first, but she pinches my nose shut.
Desperate for air, I swallow without chewing.
This shit’s nasty... fuck, why’s there so much?!
Dunno the mechanics, but women here secrete as much juice as their lust. Different anatomy from my old world? Anyway, I gulp down the flood to keep breathing.
“Guhk... guhk...”
“Hoo... shoving my pussy on a sweat-drenched guy. Pure heaven.”
“Pwah... just a breather... mmph!”
Exhausted from the treadmill, now suffocating while eating her out? I’m dying here.
Slurp, smack smack smack... gulp.
“Haa... haaah... fuck, that’s good...”
“Sob...”
“Suck harder. Harder. No slacking.”
Sluuurp, mmph?!
“Cumming. Drink it all.”
“Mmmph!!!”
Gulp gulp gulp.
Too much to swallow—I yank my head back.
Splash.
“Pwah...”
Juice sprays my face and body. Soaked, but breathing trumps disgust.
“Hey, don’t waste my generosity like that.”
“Haa... haa...”
“Naughty student. Time for some discipline?”
Shove. My body lifts briefly into the air—familiar now.
“Nooo!”
“What?! Strip already—no fighting!”
I block her hands with trembling, spent arms, but I’m not at full strength. Even fresh, her trained power would overwhelm me.
Underwear and pants confiscated, my dick exposed to the air.
“Don’t...”
“Oh yeah, you fuck your girlfriend yet?”
“Wh-What...?”
“‘What’ is casual, punk. So, you have?”
Why ask that now? Her face says she wants me to be a virgin. Thinks I’ll dance to her tune? Nah, I’ll troll her.
“Fuck every weekend like rabbits.”
“Still talking casual, huh?”
“Sue me... ma’am.”
“Whatever. Never thought a slut like you was a virgin anyway.”
Kwon Ye-seul positions her pussy over my glans. Squelch, and my dick slides inside with a wet pop.
“Hngh?”
Something massive looms—my legs quake. Riiip. Feeling cramped, she unzips and sheds her top shirt, revealing a massive gray sports bra.
“Ahh, stealing another girl’s boyfriend’s dick feels so good♥ You’re Somi’s guy, right? Huh?”
“H-Hngh...”
“Watch you melt in another woman’s pussy. You little cheater! Take it!”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch. Her hip-thrust-honed ass slams down. Does training make it grip like this? Barely a few strokes and I’m already peaking.
“Ughh!”
“What?”
Spurt spurt!
Not premature, but cumming inside already? Disaster...
Did that otaku train me into a quick-shot...
Maybe 22 back-to-back orgasms did it.
“Tch.”
Kwon Ye-seul scowls, displeased at my speed. Thought this world’s women loved quick finishes? Guess not.
“Annoying. Cumming already and bitching.”
“Ugh...”
“Hmph, fine. It’s a holiday—plenty of time. Up you go. Next exercise?”
Still... not over?