Ye-ri's Hands-On Lesson
"Alright, I'll show you how to do it first, so watch closely and follow along."
"Yes."
I nodded to show I understood, and Ye-ri shook out both hands in the air before cracking her knuckles.
"First up, we'll loosen your wrists and ankles."
"Yes."
"Just rotate them slowly like this. Easy, right?"
I nodded and slowly rotated my wrists and ankles, mimicking her.
"Do it for about 20 seconds, then switch to the other side."
After loosening both sides, it was time for my neck.
"Tilt your head to the side first."
She tilted her head sideways as she said it, so I followed suit. Her lips twitched for a split second.
"Now, bring your hand to your ear and gently pull on the side of your neck like you're loosening it."
"Like this?"
No sooner had I spoken than a terrifying crack echoed from my neck.
"Urk..!"
"You really don't do anything besides breathing exercises, huh? You okay?"
"Whoa, felt like my neck was gonna snap."
"That's why you gotta loosen up regularly. Especially your neck—it tenses up faster than anywhere else.."
She went through neck, shoulders, and lower back next, demonstrating moves that felt oddly familiar to me through her body.
When's she gonna make her move..
It was about time for her to show her true colors.
Right on cue, Ye-ri lowered her interlocked hands from pointing at the ceiling, stretching her arms straight forward. Her upper body folded in half, that classic "folder" pose.
She held it for a moment before straightening up and shooting me a look that said your turn.
I nodded and tried to replicate it exactly.
But...
Huh?
Unlike Ye-ri, who folded like a real flip phone, my body maxed out at around 60 degrees—not even close to 90.
"...You got it all the way down?"
"Uh... yeah, this is as far as it goes."
"For real?"
She must've been dumbfounded. She let out something between a sigh and admiration, saying she'd never seen anyone this stiff since starting this job, then finally approached me.
"Hold on. Let me help."
Her movements showed no hesitation—like she'd been waiting for this exact moment.
She closed the distance in one stride and placed her hands on my back.
"Okay, just a sec."
"No way, this doesn't make sense. Even the older folks bend further than this."
She was right. Yuhan's body was ridiculously stiff—enough to make you curse under your breath.
"I'll hold you, so don't freak out. Just reach forward—stretch out fully."
And that gave Ye-ri, who'd been biding her time, the perfect excuse.
My stiffness meant I couldn't even nail the basics everyone else handled easily, so she used that as cover to touch me constantly.
Of course, under the pretense of adjusting my form.
After a few rounds, she was pressing her breasts firmly against my back.
Driving me insane..
If some average guy from this world were here, he'd panic from the unwanted contact. But I was losing it for a different reason.
Ye-ri was wearing thin workout clothes for mobility—basically paper-thin fabric over a sports bra. The soft, full sensation of her breasts transmitted straight through to my back as she pressed in.
How the hell am I supposed to hold back.. fuck..
I could feel blood slowly rushing down there, bit by bit.
That alone was dangerous enough. I'd deliberately worn two sizes too big, but if I stayed like this much longer, the outline would show through regardless.
Truth be told, it was already risky. I'd snuck a hand down when she looked away to tilt it sideways, but now it looked like I'd stuffed a bat in my pocket.
Lucky for me she was behind me—if we'd been facing like during her demo, she'd have spotted the slight bulge for sure.
What would happen then? Honestly, I was kinda curious.
She'd dragged me here for a reason. She'd probably fantasized about fucking me, so seeing me hard as a rock would thrill her.
"This won't do. Let's try sitting."
Whether she knew my thoughts or not, Ye-ri stayed in trainer mode. At least on the surface.
"Sit comfortably."
My thighs were starting to burn anyway, so I sat without protest.
"Yeah, now just spread your legs a bit side to side."
I spread them as instructed. The phrasing felt a tad off, but whatever.
The problem? My lower body was just as ridiculously stiff as the upper—proving we were one body, at least.
I'd spread as far as I could, but it didn't impress Ye-ri.
"Hmm... this is... pretty serious."
"This bad?"
"Well... guys are stiff by nature, but... not this much.."
Her tone wasn't shocked, though. Guess she'd expected it after the upper body fiasco.
"Yuhan, you really gotta work out hard."
"Yeah, guess I'll have to."
"Don't just say it—actually put in the effort, okay?"
She grinned and gripped the tops of my thighs.
"Okay, hold on."
"Come on, just a little more."
Now both sides were caught. Using her hold on my thighs, Ye-ri started spreading my legs wider.
"Ack..!"
It wasn't a joke—that shit hurt like hell. Felt like my legs might snap with a crack any second.
"That painful?"
"Past painful—feels like I'm dying!"
"Almost there... hang in just a bit longer."
"Ack! Fuck—argh-!"
While the pain distracted me, her hands at my knees started sliding up slyly.
Even through the groin-tearing agony, the sensation was crystal clear. Like a burglar tiptoeing through a house, her fingers crept up my thigh until they bumped into the thing right next to them.
She'd moved her hand on purpose, but maybe she hadn't expected contact so soon. Or maybe it was bigger than she'd imagined.
Her fingertips trembled against it for a moment before she casually overlaid her palm.
What the—?
Just like that? No way to play dumb now.
The touch was too blatant. Up till now, I could've brushed off the "accidental" contacts during training, but this? No chance.
I dropped the act.
"What the hell are you doing?"
It wasn't easy, though—the pain was still brutal. I gritted my teeth and forced out a stern tone, but Ye-ri didn't flinch.
Any other woman would've yanked her hand back with a "hot damn!" and either bolted or groveled.
Not her.
"What? Disciplining a naughty member who's too distracted to focus on his workout."
Far from pulling away, she brazenly rubbed my cock with her overlaid hand.
"...You crazy?"
"Nope? Not crazy at all?"
What gave her the balls? One report and she'd be in handcuffs.
Did she have connections in law enforcement? Powerful enough to risk this?
Plausible. Her family was loaded, no doubt. Ji-na was basically a goddess in this world—untouchable—but Ye-ri had built this empire young, on her own. In central Seoul, no less.
Lottery? Sure, but one win wouldn't cut it. With Ji-na holding 40%, maybe four jackpots? Nah, too unrealistic.
Better bet: born with a silver spoon.
Even so, it didn't explain this behavior. Lust-blind rage? No—her voice was too sly, too in control.
So what? What made her this bold?
Figuring no evidence?
"I'm reporting you."
"Liar."
First time's the hardest, huh? Once she'd groped it, no holding back.
She pressed against my back, squishing her breasts, and whispered:
"You won't, right? Report me?"
On what basis?
"You don't hate it, do you? Me touching you like this?"
Honestly? No.
She wasn't Ji-na level, but hot enough. Body toned to perfection from her trainer gig.
Who'd hate a handjob from that?
The issue: she knew I didn't, with total confidence.
"You like naughty stuff, huh?"
Fuck, how'd she know?
I thought I'd nailed the innocent act.
"You think I wouldn't notice? Staring like that?"
Ah, right. Busted.
Yeah, I'd stared plenty.
"Ji-na's clueless about that stuff, so you fooled her. But not me."
Stroke, stroke—her hand sped up a bit.
"You probably heard from Ji-na... I've been with a lot of guys."
"..."
"At some point, I just know. Is this guy pure, or faking it?"
"Ha."
"But the second I saw you, my gut whispered.."
"What'd it say?"
"What do you think?"
Obvious. Super horny dude or some shit.
"What if you're wrong?"
"Mm... I'd apologize?"
"Think that'll cut it?"
"Three-second apology is the rule, right?"
Three seconds my ass—it's been way past.
"Gonna take more than words now."
"Hmm, pocket money then?"
No backing down. If she offered cash, I'd be lying if I said no.
Back home, handjobs cost money at shady spots. Now? Getting paid to receive one.
Too sweet.
Sweet enough to rot my teeth.
"Nah. Who do you think I am, some hooker?"
"Then?"
Her hand kept stroking as she asked.
"Mm.."
What to ask for? I beckoned her close and whispered in her ear.
What I wanted from her.
That was the moment.
"W-what? You want me to what?"
For the first time, Ye-ri's voice matched the situation perfectly.