Ye-ri's Mortifying Performance
Part 1. It must have been a demand Ye-ri never could have imagined. Even when I mentioned reporting her, she hadn't flinched, but now she was flustered beyond belief.
Hmm, fair enough. Putting myself in her shoes, I could see why.
"Really? You really want to see that?"
"Yes."
"Ha... no, what the... "
"Why? Don't you want to?"
I could see conflict flickering in Ye-ri's eyes at my words.
"If you don't want to, no big deal."
"No, it's not that... Ha... just give me a minute. A minute to think."
"You know we don't have much time, right? I'll give you exactly one minute."
She probably knew it too—the moment Ji-na's class ended, this game was over. Maybe that's why she nodded without protest.
How much time passed like that...?
"Ha... this is driving me insane."
Ye-ri gave a bitter smile and roughly swept back her fallen bangs.
"Fine. Just show you that, and we're good?"
"For now."
"But isn't the price too steep? I barely touched you..."
"Barely? You were kneading me non-stop."
"Come on, with a body like yours, what was I supposed to do?"
"Yeah, yeah, save the excuses and get on with it."
"Ha..."
Ye-ri let out a deep sigh loaded with so many emotions, then started glancing around. She was looking for somewhere to sit, it seemed.
I tapped her shoulder and pointed to something that caught my eye.
Her reaction was priceless.
"Y-you want me to do it there?"
She clearly hadn't expected me to pick that, her face turning beet red in a way that was totally out of character as she stammered.
"Why not? Looks perfect. No need to strain to hold a pose."
"...You're insane. Ha, forget it."
"What? Too pervy for a guy?"
That must've been it. She didn't deny it.
"Then you shouldn't have groped me first. You were all over me when you were teasing..."
"Agh, fine. I'll do it."
It was obvious she was embarrassed about showing me something like that. Her face flushed crimson with shame, and a curt voice snapped from her lips.
Then she strode toward what I'd pointed at. I scurried after her and plopped down in what could only be called the front-row seat.
"Alright, let's get started."
"Wait, do I have to take everything off?"
"What, you planning to do it with clothes on?"
"What if someone walks in midway...!"
She definitely meant Ji-na.
"That's why we gotta hurry. Before anyone comes."
"Ha... this is nuts. For real..."
She muttered in lament for a moment, then shoved her hands into her clothes and started stripping them off in a heap.
Since it had come to this, she was probably trying to finish fast and eliminate any chance of Ji-na seeing her like that.
"Ah, give me your clothes. What if they get wet?"
I stared hard at her now-naked form and held out my hand. She gulped, shuddered slightly, and gathered her scattered clothes and underwear, handing them over.
Among them, I fished out her panties—crumpled into a ball—and spread them out flat.
The first thing that caught my eye was the dark stain soaking the center. A big one.
"Hmm, you must've sweated a lot."
"You're... no joke, are you?"
"So, you hate it?"
I paused my panty inspection, flashed her a grin, and asked. She let out a deflating snort.
"Nah? Kinda turning me on."
"Good."
"Ha, fuck... I shouldn't get hooked on this shit..."
She muttered that with her head slightly down, then sneaked a glance at my face.
Between her legs, clear fluid dangled in long strings, dripping steadily to the floor.
"If we start quick, we can finish quick and clean up neat, right?"
Only then did Ye-ri climb onto the machine I'd pointed out—one of those standard gym fixtures for thigh workouts. I didn't know the exact name.
"What's that thing called, anyway?"
"This? Hip adduction."
She answered curtly and slid her legs into the spaces provided. Now she was splayed wide, thighs forced apart by the machine.
"Ha... this isn't what it's for..."
For a lament, her pussy looked even wetter than before. Was she starting to adapt to this crazy situation?
"Can't see it great from here. Scoot forward a bit."
"This is how you sit."
"That's for exercising."
And what she was about to do wasn't some diligent workout. Well, maybe it was a workout of sorts?
"Ha... true that."
She sighed again and shifted her hips, leaning back against the small seat like she was lying down.
Now her pussy—slick and glistening against the rubber seat—came fully into view.
I hadn't expected much given her experience with men, but it was surprisingly pretty. Barely any discoloration.
"Fuck... staring too hard, aren't you? Not embarrassed?"
"You seem embarrassed."
"Y-yeah, mortified. Dying here."
Not a lie, apparently. Her face was flushed like she'd downed a bottle of booze.
"Can't wrap my head around this... Haa..."
"If you don't wanna, don't."
"Who said I don't? Just can't understand... can't..."
"Why? Maybe you've been curious."
"Can find it online."
"That's no fun."
"This is?"
"Yeah, exciting and hot."
"Ha..."
She let out a baffled chuckle at my words, then started nodding.
"Fine, whatever. Might as well get it over with."
With that, her fingers slid down her body. They glided over her sweat-slick skin and reached her pussy in an instant.
I thought she'd start right then, but...
"Wait, hold up."
More to say, huh?
"What now?"
"I like doing it. Love it, even... but just 'do it'?"
"Not good enough?"
"Need something. Like, 'fuck my dry pussy' or whatever."
"Want me to pull up some porn?"
She snapped back snarkily, and a sly grin spread across her face—like she'd been waiting for me to say it.
"Why? Got something better."
"No way, you want me to strip now...?"
"Bingo."
"Ha."
"Why not? Least you can do. I'm dying of shame here."
For someone dying of shame, her pussy had been twitching non-stop, oozing clear nectar, but I let that slide.
"Just show it, right?"
"Uh...? Oh, yeah."
A demand no normal guy would accept. She seemed thrown that I took it in stride.
Her face looked a bit dazed as she nodded like that was enough.
I stared her down intently, then tugged down my shorts and panties together—but only to mid-thigh. No full strip.
Stroking myself to her sight, I pulled out my already rock-hard cock from the panties.
No need to ask if that was good. From the moment it appeared, she'd been rubbing her pussy, pleasuring herself.
"Haa... fuu... "
"Fuck... it's huge..."
"You felt it earlier."
"Over clothes."
"Wanna touch it now?"
She shook her head wildly at my question.
"Finish what I told you to do first. Then maybe I'll think about it."
"How long do I... nngh❤... have to... ahh..!?"
"How do you usually do it alone?"
"Till I cum... eek..!"
"Then do it like usual."
That was the signal.
Ye-ri went wild, stimulating her pussy like a maniac.
"Hngh..! Haa...!"
One hand on her clit, the other plunging inside—her display was so vulgar, it was hard to believe this was the same woman who'd been mortified moments ago.
Fuck, that's hot...
My cock throbbed harder. The urge was unbearable; I gripped it and started stroking slowly.
Did she notice? Amid her pleasure tremors, the corner of her mouth twitched upward ever so slightly.
That's how Yuhan and Ye-ri lost ourselves, facing each other and jerking off.
Meanwhile, Ji-na—forced to send Yuhan away for her lesson—was gripped by an indescribable anxiety.
Something happen...?
No. It wouldn't. She'd warned him a dozen times to be careful. Yuhan always followed her words to the letter, no matter what.
Nothing would happen. She repeated it like a mantra to calm her churning gut, but every time, that earlier scene replayed: Yuhan waving innocently at her, oblivious, with Ye-ri looming smugly behind him.
She knew she was over-worrying. But she couldn't help it.
With his standout looks, Yuhan had dealt with all sorts of crap since school—stalked by rejected girls who couldn't let go, even preyed on by a pedo-complex "teacher" unworthy of the name.
It wasn't once or twice. She knew she shouldn't, but leaving him alone felt like abandoning a kid by the water.
Ha... This wasn't right. She couldn't focus on the lesson; it was rude to the client who'd trusted her for PT.
She tried to pull herself together... but no matter how hard, her thoughts squirmed like eels toward unwanted places.
Maybe cut back lessons...
Naturally, that led to it. No need to slash much—just two slots, during Yuhan's gym time. She'd handle him personally, and no more distractions from what mattered.
If I'd known... When Yuhan asked two days ago to start early, she shouldn't have snapped—just let him.
Then no awkward run-in with Ye-ri today, no Ye-ri eyeing him.
Regret was pointless now, but she couldn't stop imagining alternatives.
That slut dares to...!
She knew she couldn't baby Yuhan forever. He was 22 already. He'd date eventually, and her fretting would just be a nuisance.
But that was a problem for then... Yuhan had never even had a girlfriend. No way she'd let a bitch like Na Ye-ri aim for that spot.
She's seven years older...!
And that's not all—that woman's man history was a mess like no other. Imagining her cozying up to Yuhan made Ji-na's stomach turn.
Not on my watch...
She'd stop it, even if it meant kicking Yuhan out of the center herself.
His first had to be someone like him—not this type.
As Ji-na seethed over Ye-ri, the lesson time ended.
Spotting it on the clock, she bolted straight for Ye-ri's private studio.
Check there first; if no Yuhan, then search leisurely.
But...
"Ah... no... "
"Stay still... you'll hurt... "
"Can't... anymore... ugh..!"
"Just stay still..."
Through the door—slightly ajar, like slammed shut in haste—came ominous sounds.
Yuhan's pained groans, laced with Ye-ri's forceful tone.
The moment it hit her ears, rage surged from her toes, swallowing her whole.
Blinded by fury, Ji-na kicked open Ye-ri's studio door and stormed in—to this sight:
"Ow!! It hurts! Stop!! I said no more!"
Yuhan on the floor, legs spread wide, upper body bent forward, pounding the ground with his palms—
and
"You can take more."
Ye-ri pressing down on his back with straight-armed hands.
Nothing like the scene in her head. Utterly wholesome.
Staring at them, bewilderment flooded Ji-na's eyes.