Kind Onee-san. (3)
The moment the shield crashed hard against another shield, Onee-san shot into the air and tumbled across the floor like a rag doll. The pain felt as if her arm pinned behind the shield had snapped.
Aigoo.
Her mind was hazy. Sweat poured down her body in sheets. …They had already slammed into her like this three times. Hye-mi immediately unloaded her heel onto Onee-san. The pain had vanished, but the fear had not. Kang-jun shouted at her to get up quickly.
“Don’t get up?!”
The kind Onee-san instantly rose to her feet. Kang-jun gave her no time to rest. Before Onee-san could prepare herself again, he slammed into Ogre-nam with vicious force.
Ogre-nam had proven effective in the special training with Kang-jun, so he stubbornly held his ground against the onslaught. Kang-jun reset his stance, planted his shield, and charged straight at the approaching Onee-san. Her startled shield wobbled.
Crack! Another brutal collision. This one hit far harder than before. Onee-san crashed down again and rolled.
“…Take a break for a moment.”
The teammates exhaled sharply and relaxed their combat stances. They retreated to the edge where the gear lay and gulped down dry throats. Kang-jun set his shield aside and walked over to the Onee-san slumped on the floor. He snapped his fingers and headed toward the locker room. Hye-mi watched Onee-san’s back with genuine concern.
The kind Onee-san entered the locker room and first inspected Kang-jun’s broad back. The thick male sweat scent struck her nose like a club. Lust refused to let up. Her nipples hardened further.
“Close the door and come in.”
The polite, respectful tone she had always used vanished completely. A frigid voice struck her like ice. Onee-san closed the locker-room door with trembling hands.
A brief silence fell. She heard only the thunder of her own racing heart. …Kang-jun slowly turned around and looked at her. She bowed her head in fear.
“What are you doing right now?”
“…Wh-what?”
“Are you going to do something like this? Huh?”
The kind Onee-san instinctively lifted her head only to lower it again. S-sorry… She fidgeted with her fingers and apologized.
Kang-jun advanced toward her with a step that screamed threat. Onee-san recoiled in panic and backed against the cold wooden door. When he pressed in close, he slammed his palm against the concrete wall. She jolted, her large breasts bouncing upward.
“You don’t know what happens when the guard is pierced?! Even if it looks like you’re going to die, you have to endure somehow! If you can’t do it, at least show some guts! You thought this was easy, huh?!”
“J-j-just sorry… ugh.”
Since she became the kind Onee-san, she had never received such brutal scolding. Not even during training at the Training Center, where she shouldered squad responsibilities, had anyone personally raked her over the coals. They had all treated the kind girl with kindness. …Except Kang-jun.
“Don’t cry. What did you do well enough to cry about?”
“H-hic… s-sorry… h-hic…”
Her chin trembled. She clamped both hands over her mouth. A hiccup burst out anyway. Tears continued flowing. Onee-san wiped them with the back of her hand. Yet once the dam broke, it refused to close.
She deserved to be patted, but Kang-jun remained coldly distant to the end.
“Stop crying already. We’re training again.”
“Y-yes… hic…”
Move aside. Onee-san shifted toward the door. Kang-jun yanked the door open and slammed it shut with a loud bang. …Sob, nuna… you bad person.
Park Hana quickly slipped her hand into her panties. Her pussy was soaked with thick fluid. Her fingers rubbed the slick hole.
“Hic, ugh…”
There was no time. She rubbed her pussy frantically and roughly. At that moment, Kang-jun’s loud voice sounded from outside.
“You’re not coming out?!”
“Y-yes… I’m coming out!”
She panicked. In a frenzy she scooped up the liquid, shoved it into her mouth, and gulped it down. She then rubbed her wet hand against her ass, wiped it clean, straightened her disheveled clothes, and finally wiped her snotty tears with her sleeve. She stepped out of the locker room.
Hye-mi’s red eyes made her face soften with pity. Since she had experienced it herself, she could empathize with that feeling.
Still, to survive the labyrinth, the team had to train harshly. Hye-mi had learned that lesson the hard way. …She could only hope Onee-san would overcome it quickly.
Fortunately, the scolding had some effect. Onee-san gritted her teeth far more fiercely than before. Of course she was still knocked flying by collisions, but the speed at which she recovered and rose again became noticeably faster.
After the long training session, while the teammates were packing their gear, Kang-jun called Onee-san aside. She followed him with a slight hangdog expression.
“I understand you yelled earlier. Training isn’t something you can soothe like a child. It’s tied directly to your life.”
“Yes, I understand.”
The kind Onee-san smiled brightly as if she had already forgotten everything that just happened. Kang-jun smiled back and said she was right to understand.
“I originally planned to do special training with you starting today, but I’ll have to postpone it. Just until the team training becomes a bit more familiar.”
“Yes. Thank you for your hard work, Team Leader.”
“You worked hard too, Onee-san.”
Kang-jun gently patted her arm and walked past. Park Hana’s resentment melted away like snow.
If only I could grab his wrist and say that… my mouth keeps tingling.
Of course, such fantasies existed only in her head. The moment they became reality, the kind Onee-san would vanish.
Hye-mi ran over to Onee-san the moment she returned from packing.
“Onee-san, are you okay? …Don’t hold it all inside. Senior, we’re strict with you only at times like this. Training has to feel like real combat….”
“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong. I understand everything. It’s my own fault for being lacking.”
The kind Onee-san smiled sweetly at the world. Hye-mi felt even better about her. Onee-san is truly an angel—kind and warm.
Zzu-shi stayed behind to refine her fire magic. The rest of the Kang-jun Team returned to the team house.
Kang-jun went to run errands, packed the gear, and left the dormitory again. The moment Hye-mi finished her shower, she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. Ogre-nam and the troll girl also locked themselves in their rooms.
Right now.
Onee-san dashed straight to the laundry room and rummaged through the basket. …There! The sweaty Kang-jun panties were right there. His scent clung thickly to the fabric. Inhale… inhale. Her pussy throbbed. She could no longer hold back.
Hana snatched the panties and immediately returned to Kang-jun’s room. She twisted the doorknob as if opening a secret chamber. Her heart pounded wildly. Then the sight of the room filled her eyes. …This is a man’s room.
She quietly closed the door, climbed onto his bed, buried her face in the pillow, and inhaled the scent. It smelled like Kang-jun. Kang-jun. Kang-jun, nuna. Nuna’s here. Kang-jun’s scent. Kang-jun’s cock scent…
Hana immediately stripped naked and started masturbating on his bed. She pressed the panties against her face so her nose touched the spot where his cock had rested. Every time she breathed, the pungent smell assaulted her.
More aroused than ever, she imagined Kang-jun using his cock to stir her pussy.
“Kang-jun’s cock… stirs nuna’s pussy. Pound it. Fuck it hard. Ahh. Tear nuna’s pussy apart with that cock—!”
She was shaking her fingers wildly when the sound of the front door key turning suddenly echoed from outside. She nearly jumped out of her skin. In panic she grabbed her clothes, dove for her hiding spot, and slipped into the closet. The familiar musty fabric scent wrapped around her.
Click.
The door opened. Hana’s heart raced so violently she felt dizzy. If she was discovered, she wouldn’t be able to lie. Hiding naked in someone else’s closet would be too absurd.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
…Please don’t notice me and just leave.
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Kang-jun had forgotten some item and turned his head back. He entered the team house. The dormitory after training was silent. Everyone must have been taking a nap. …Naturally, he grabbed the doorknob, and faint sounds came from inside. What? Someone’s there.
Of course, gods who couldn’t sense even that presence were busy chatting in the chat window right now. Kang-jun tore his eyes away from the screen and twisted the doorknob.
Creak. The door opened. He swept the room with his eyes and spotted the gray panties lying at the foot of the bed. The crotch was heavily soaked. …Someone had either rushed to hide and forgotten them or dropped them in a hurry.
- What is that?
- Eh lol
- ????????????
- Not panties? A girl’s?
- Ah lmao lmao lmao lmao lmao Park Hana that bitch left them behind while jerking off lmao lmao
- ? Is that thing hidden right now? This reaction is weird
- No way lol lol Is it for real?
- Really lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
- What the fuck lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
- Proper catch lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
- No one saw this coming lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
Kang-jun stood there for a moment, thinking. What to do with this girl…
- The weirdest erection I’ve ever seen in my life lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
- Really lol lol
- lol lol lol lol lol lol
- Reactions are so damn curious lol lol
…Even so, she prepared such a gift, and backing down now would make me a coward.
Kang-jun flashed a wicked grin, deliberately opened the door, then slammed it shut loudly again. As if he had just left. He stood like that for about five minutes.
After a while, the sound of rustling came from the closet. Then the door slowly creaked open. It stayed ajar for a moment with no movement. A single pair of panties lay right in front.
A white arm poked out and delicately pinched the panties between thumb and index finger. As if wondering why they had fallen there.
Then slowly, the head appeared. The hair that had been turned to the side saw Kang-jun standing with arms crossed in front of the door and truly panicked, collapsing. Ah…! She froze with her mouth wide open.
Kang-jun, watching her quietly, picked up his phone and called someone somewhere. Ttudududud, the signal rang, and someone answered with a clack.
“Uh, Belita. …No, I suddenly had something come up. I can’t make it today. Let’s do it tomorrow instead. …Yeah. Okay.”
Kang-jun ended the call and placed the phone on the desk with a loud thunk. Park Hana jolted in shock.
“Uh… t-this….”
Hana’s eyeballs rolled around on the floor. Her head looked like it had short-circuited. Of course—hiding naked in someone else’s closet after being caught. Normal thinking wasn’t possible. No matter how perverted she was.
Kang-jun dragged a chair over and sat down. Hana slowly knelt in front of the closet and bowed her head deeply. Still naked, she was shy enough to cover her breasts and pussy with her dress.
Pffh. Kang-jun laughed sideways. Hana lifted her head only to bow it again. Perhaps she couldn’t even cry when startled like this.
“Onee-san.”
No answer. Her hands trembled.
“Explain yourself.”
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