Part 1: Petrified Sister and Stream Setup
I'd kicked the door open with all the flair of a gangster movie protagonist, but seeing Jina turn to stone in that split second had me breaking out in a cold sweat. 'Fuck, thought I was busted...' It hurt like hell, sure, but that was the main reason. No joke—if she'd come to her senses even a minute later, I would've been totally screwed, no way out. I couldn't have pulled off this act like nothing happened. There wouldn't have been time. And judging by the expression on Jina's face—like 'Huh...? This... this isn't right...?'—my hasty performance had landed perfectly.
Being the one who had to deceive her made it a huge relief, but I couldn't relax forever. I'd cleaned up in such a rush that the evidence of what Ye-ri and I had done was still scattered around the room. So, the top priority right now was...
"Sis!! Save me!!"
To drag Jina out of there.
"Huh? What? Lesson over already?"
Maybe she read my mind. Ye-ri turned to Jina and casually peeled herself off me, looking a bit sheepish to boot.
"Yeah... but..."
"Oh, this? I was just teaching her some stretching."
With that, Ye-ri shook her head emphatically for Jina's benefit.
"Her body's super stiff, though. I was seriously impressed."
While Ye-ri spouted her not-quite-excuse, I scrambled to my feet and bolted behind Jina, ducking for cover.
"Sis, I wanna learn from you."
"No, Yuhan. I teach just fine."
"Director's too Spartan."
"No, it's... you're the one who's too stiff. I was worried you'd get hurt."
"Anyway, no thanks."
I shook my head vigorously to show my firm refusal, then tugged lightly at Jina's clothes—like, let's get outta here already.
"Well... if Yuhan doesn't want it, can't be helped. But Jina, you're busy—hard to make time."
"It's fine. I can just come in earlier if needed."
"Well, if that's what you want, Jina."
Ye-ri shrugged like she had nothing more to say. That wrapped up the conversation. As Jina and I turned to leave her private lesson room, her voice rang out again just as we did.
"Oh, right. Yuhan, think seriously about my offer. Wasn't kidding."
"Uh... I'll consider it."
I brushed it off vaguely and yanked Jina's hand before she could ask what it was, hauling us out.
"What offer?"
Of course, the moment we stepped outside, Jina hit me with the question.
"Oh, that? Nothing big. Don't worry about it."
"So what is this nothing?"
"Just... asked if I ever thought about modeling."
Maybe it caught her off guard. Jina's narrowed eyes widened a bit.
"Modeling? What kind?"
"What else? Fitness center model."
"Ah... And what'd you say?"
"You heard. Said I'd think about it."
"Then don't."
"Huh? Why?"
"Don't means don't."
"Wait, why? Could be fun..."
"Anyway."
She shut down any rebuttal, her tone brooking no argument. The offer was just bait to distract her anyway, so I scratched my cheek awkwardly and nodded slowly.
"And?"
"Huh? And what?"
"Anything else happen?"
"Nothing much besides that..."
"Really?"
"Yeah, heard you and got worried, but she was just seriously teaching."
"...Yeah?"
"Yeah, oh... wait, there was one thing. No big deal."
Did that set her off? Jina's softening gaze sharpened again.
"What. Did that bitch do something weird to you?"
She stared straight into my face, eyes narrowed—like she was sizing up how much cash was in my wallet. The pressure was intense. But I wasn't fazed; I'd prepped my lines.
"Didn't you see?"
"Huh?"
"I nearly died."
"Oh, what..."
"No joke, I almost actually died. Felt like I got why they starved torture victims back in the day."
"So no big deal, right?"
"No, nearly splitting my crotch is plenty big."
"Enough joking."
"Yessir."
Watching Jina nod repeatedly like she was so relieved made my conscience twinge painfully, but I ignored it. Jina, Gayeong, and Sena mattered more than other women, sure—but I wasn't about to pass up a golden opportunity right in front of me. Besides, Ye-ri and I hadn't actually fucked. I'd just finished nicely on her stomach at the end, but before that, it was just wholesome mutual masturbation facing each other. Not bad at all. Nope, not one bit.
"So, off to another lesson?"
"Nah, next one's not for a bit."
"Then..."
I was about to suggest resting, but Jina beat me to it.
"Gotta teach you like we agreed."
"Uh... Teacher, my thighs hurt bad. Maybe call it today?"
"Since I loosened 'em up that much, you need to work 'em more."
"Ah... aaah..."
"Treadmill first, light jog."
Thighs killing me, and treadmill? Like shooting stars with a cold. My protests fell on deaf ears, and I got dragged off helplessly in Jina's grip.
"I-I gotta guest on Sena's stream tonight...!"
"Don't worry."
Last-ditch desperation grab, but...
"I'll make sure you can't even think about that."
Seeing Jina grin back at me, I knew instinctively: my final card had backfired spectacularly.
'Fuck...'
While Yuhan was getting wrung out like a rag by Jina, Sena was panting from her own stamina drain. All for the collab prep scheduled for evening.
"Hngh... This fucking setup is heavy as shit."
Sena's studio was purely optimized for streaming—gear and setup laser-focused on her. Normally, she'd never touch the painstakingly built system. But today was different. Yuhan was appearing, not just face-cam but gaming together, so adjustments were needed.
Someone might say overkill, but if you're doing it, do it right. For the excited viewers and Yuhan—who'd clearly agonized before agreeing—she wouldn't half-ass it. Bad manners otherwise.
'Gotta nail this.'
She'd done collabs before. Preferred solos but took good opportunities. Never this tense, though.
'Why'd that bitch bring up all that unnecessary crap...'
She mentally chewed out her editor. If not for hearing the channel was all collab buzz, she wouldn't have checked herself—nor worried about the overwhelming hype. She'd never let it flop, but if it did? The backlash from that mob was obvious.
That's why she pushed through exhaustion, minimizing breaks to minimize risk.
"Huuuuh..."
Should've accepted the managers' help instead of pridefully insisting she could solo—especially since Juyeon's eagerness felt suspicious.
Still, progress: two hours of huffing got the setup nearly done. Just verify the new config.
She called editors for a test stream on dummy accounts.
"Testing, hear me?"
"Screen?"
"Huh? Why?"
"One sec... Now?"
"OK."
Tweaking details like that, time hit six. Stream at eight sharp—factor in picking up Yuhan and his prep, time to fetch him.
"All good now?"
[Seems so]
"Kill it?"
[Sis, saw the collab highlight edit I sent yesterday?]
"Oh, yeah. Good to upload as-is."
"Yeah."
Final exchange done, she ended the stream, threw on clothes, and dragged her month-neglected car to Jina's gym. First drive in ages—she got lost midway but arrived safely and called Yuhan.
Planned to say here, hurry shower and come down, but...
"The person you called is unavailable. Connecting to voicemail. Beep."
No answer post-beep. Forgot his phone, probably.
"Shiiit..."
Brief dilemma, then parked and headed in. High risk of bumping into Jina, but no way to bail after dragging the car out.
Luckily, familiar face at desk—cleared that easy. Real trouble after.
'Mid-lesson, probably...?'
Yeah. Sneak Yuhan out. Scanned floors, hit the 5th—public gym—and spotted him: sweat-soaked, sprawled on a bench. Women passing kept stealing glances.
Irritated for some reason, she blocked their view and stood before him.
"Hey, hey."
"Oh, sis... here to pick me up?"
She nodded; he smiled weakly. Wanted to rush him—no time, shower, change—but he looked wrecked.
"You... OK? Look beat."
"Nah... just ran. Rest and I'll be fine..."
He propped up on the chair, rising shakily.
"But... no shower."
"Yeah... looks it."
No exaggeration—his legs trembled like they'd buckle any second post-stand. What the hell workout was that? Fury rose but swallowed it. Learned from experience: don't poke that bear.
"Shower at home. Change and come out. I'll wait."
"Yeah..."
While Sena drove home with freshly changed Yuhan, her Vtube channel uploaded a new video per schedule.