YouTuber H's Melancholy
There had been a minor incident, but the first half of the arm wrestling competition concluded without further trouble. While Nam Seokjin writhed on the floor in agony, he panicked and fled the moment he heard Han Gaeul mention calling an ambulance. He ran because he feared that a hospital visit would expose his use of performance-enhancing drugs banned in sports. Even with torn muscles and excruciating pain, he somehow endured it and walked out on his own. His sheer willpower was almost impressive.
—Wasn't it just the drugs?
'...Maybe?'
Han Gaeul and I wrapped up the first half and headed into the waiting room for our thirty-minute break.
"Do you think he's going to be okay?"
She looked genuinely concerned. Given how close they apparently were at the gym, her worry made sense. Most people wouldn't spare a second thought for someone who'd come specifically to sabotage them. Despite her bold appearance, she had a surprisingly warm heart.
I decided to tell her the truth before she started feeling unnecessary guilt.
"That guy was promised ten million won from IssueRacer if he won."
"What? What do you mean...?"
"He claimed it was because of us, but in the end, he only joined for the money."
Han Gaeul let out a long sigh, realization dawning on her.
"Haah... No wonder he seemed off."
Wasn't it the drugs that made him seem off? I wondered how much of that stuff he'd pumped into himself. I'd burned through a significant amount of Sex Power—far more than I'd expected to use against anyone short of a world champion. It wasn't enough to cripple me for the rest of the event, but if ten more guys like Nam Seokjin showed up, things could get ugly.
The real question is how many of them they actually entered.
From the messages I'd seen, the deal was payment only upon victory, not just for participating. That meant sending one person or a hundred cost them nothing extra until someone actually won.
Worst case, the second half starts and every single opponent is another Nam Seokjin. I can't exactly call Nayoung over right now, can I?
Park Nayoung had been busy lately, so we hadn't met in a while. The only way to recover Sex Power was through intimate contact with the opposite sex, and without her, I had no other options. My reserves were currently less than half full. I hadn't anticipated this kind of variable.
If I could just replenish even a little...
"What are you thinking so hard about?"
While I'd been lost in thought, Han Gaeul had quietly moved right in front of me.
"Are you feeling unwell? Want me to massage your arm?"
Even in her cool-looking outfit, beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. Some of it was from the energetic hosting, but most came from the nervous tension she'd been carrying.
I met her eyes and gently wiped the sweat from her brow.
"Ah, th-thank you."
Her cheeks flushed slightly. With the cameras gone and just the two of us in the small waiting room, her demeanor had shifted. She treated me with the utmost care, as if I were someone she had to serve. While softly kneading my arm, she asked if anything felt uncomfortable.
I saw an opportunity to recover some Sex Power and spoke carefully.
"Can I ask you for a favor?"
"Of course. Tell me anything. I'll help with whatever I can."
Her eyes sparkled with the chance to finally be useful, but that light quickly changed when she heard my request.
"Can I touch your butt?"
"...Excuse me?"
The expectant gaze turned into one of pure disdain. After a moment, she let out a quiet sigh.
"It's not that I particularly mind, but at least consider the time and place. We need to rest and recover our strength, not waste it!"
"Touching your butt is how I recover."
"That doesn't make any sense!"
"You know how steroids increase testosterone to build muscle, right? The more sexually aroused someone is, the more male hormones are released, which boosts testosterone levels. That enhances physical performance far beyond what you'd get without arousal. Plus, sexual excitement relieves stress and greatly reduces tension."
If an actual expert had heard that explanation, they would've told me to shut up. But Han Gaeul loved working out—she wasn't a medical professional—so she couldn't outright refute it.
"R-really...?"
"Yes. That's how it works."
She stared at me for a moment, then reluctantly turned around and presented her leggings-clad rear.
"Just the butt, okay?"
The firm yet plump sensation came through the smooth fabric. Her lower body, honed by focused training, had impressive volume. I reached out with delight at her permission.
"Kyaa!"
She let out a startled yelp, as if this were her first time being touched there. Beneath the leggings was a soft, apple-shaped hip that had captivated me from the moment I saw her YouTube videos. If someone asked whether I'd rather touch breasts or hips, I'd normally choose breasts—but Han Gaeul's lower body was exceptional enough to be an exception.
My hand, which had started with cautious strokes, soon began kneading her thighs and hips like a massage.
"Hnn...!"
Her body was stiff with tension. As I worked the muscles, she gradually relaxed, and the soft, supple skin beneath the tights became more apparent. I slid my hand inside the waistband.
"W-wait, that's..."
"I'll only touch your butt. Trust me?"
"We're the same age, you know? Who are you calling 'oppa'?"
"Then I'll speak casually. You trust me, right?"
"I-I do, but... hnn!"
My fingers had already slipped between her cheeks. She let out a small moan. Her rear was perfectly elastic and soft—easily a ten out of ten. I lifted and squeezed, alternating between gentle and firm pressure.
"Haa... hnn!"
She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the sounds. Even though I hadn't used much Sex Power, her body responded with surprising sensitivity. In this small waiting room, we were having a secret tryst while thousands of spectators and tens of thousands of YouTube viewers waited outside. The thrill of indulging in pleasure just one thin wall away seemed to excite her even more.
To test her reaction further, I lightly brushed her most sensitive spot.
"Hnnngh!"
The loud moan echoed. A staff member knocked on the door.
—Is everything all right in there?
"No, everything's fine."
—Understood.
The staff member left, apparently convinced.
Once released from my touch, Han Gaeul let out a shaky breath. Checking my Sex Power, I found it hadn't recovered at all from just touching. Physical contact alone wasn't enough.
Guess I really need to go all the way...
I wanted nothing more than to tear open those alluring leggings and bury myself inside her right then, but doing so would mean everyone outside hearing her moans. Appearing on YouTube was one thing—making the 9 o'clock news was another. For now, I had to hold back.
"Should we stop here?"
"Huh? Y-yes..."
Her voice carried both disappointment and relief. While fixing her clothes, she met my eyes—and noticed the obvious, unnatural bulge in my pants. This wasn't the half-erect state from before. It was fully hard, straining against the fabric to the point of discomfort.
"Doesn't that feel uncomfortable?"
"A little. I'll take care of it later myself."
She hesitated, then spoke carefully.
"Would you like me to... use my hand?"
"Huh? Really?"
"I-It's not because I want to or anything! You're about to arm wrestle, so you can't afford to lose any strength. Sit here."
Surprised but eager, I nodded and quickly pulled down my pants. My erection sprang free, bobbing right in front of her face. Han Gaeul stared, eyes wide.
"I-is it supposed to be this big?!"
"Yeah, I'm a bit above average."
It was nearly as thick as her forearm.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Hmph, this much is nothing."
She wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking, though the motion looked more like she was awkwardly handling a toy than giving a proper handjob.
"That's not how you do it. Is this your first time?"
"W-who said it was my first time?! It's not!"
Her inexperienced movements made it obvious she'd never done this before. Even though there was nothing shameful about it, she seemed embarrassed by her lack of experience and tried to hide it by moving her hand more vigorously.
"Really? This is my first time, though."
Receiving a handjob while just sitting there was indeed a first for me. My comment seemed to please her, and she gripped me more enthusiastically. Her workout-honed grip was strong. She explored different spots until she found the sensitive areas and focused there. Her initially clumsy technique gradually improved into something far more stimulating.
"How is it? See? I know what I'm doing."
"Hoo... Yeah, you're doing great."
I reached out and gently stroked her hair.
Tap tap tap—
The small waiting room filled with the sound of her hand working against my skin. When her fingers reached the tip and increased the stimulation, I felt my climax approaching fast.
"Hnn, Gaeul, I'm gonna—!"
My shaft twitched in her grasp, and a thick, white stream erupted toward her face. Still looking directly at it while stroking, she couldn't avoid the sudden release and ended up with it all over her face.