Dohee at School
"Haa......haa....whew~ How's my time?"
"Incredible!! I figured that slump you hit a little while back would still be holding you down, but you're already putting up numbers like this.... How'd you get past it? Your times are better than before."
"I just... got over it."
Same as always, she'd run her sprints and timed them—and the results came back far better than before. Records like these were good enough to aim for a national championship. No one would believe this was the same girl whose times had been stuck in a slump only recently, and her coach was openly stunned.
"You're really not going to tell me? Wait—is it a boyfriend?"
"It's nothing like that!"
"Okay, okay, I was joking. Don't get so worked up~"
Dohee's dead-serious answer to a playful jab only made the coach look at her more suspiciously, but she knew Dohee hated this kind of talk, so she let it drop.
From Dohee's point of view, it wasn't a boyfriend she'd acquired—it was a Master. So saying she didn't have a boyfriend wasn't a lie. Still, she could hardly announce that Oppa's training had wiped out her stress and improved her times. Plenty of underclassmen and teammates were curious, but she just brushed them off.
"Still, Don't you think it's about time you tried dating a guy, Dohee?"
"I don't have time for that."
"But look at all those boys lining up. Wouldn't it be good to just casually go out with one of them?"
This time the coach wasn't teasing so much as offering advice, woman to woman. She pointed toward the male students hanging back at a careful distance so they wouldn't interfere with practice, and gave the suggestion another try.
At a glance there were nearly thirty guys watching Dohee run. Other athletes were training too, but crowds like this never showed up when Dohee wasn't there. They came to watch her.
They were behaving themselves for the moment—but when Dohee had first enrolled and started practicing, for months on end guys had walked right up mid-session to confess, or simply stared with blatantly filthy eyes. A fence had been put up specifically to keep them from approaching during her practice.
Dohee sighed at the coach's words and glanced toward the pack of guys. The moment she looked, they started waving and even fighting among themselves over the fact that she'd noticed them. To Dohee it all looked painfully pathetic. She felt nothing.
"If I were you, I'd be trying out this guy and that guy.... Seriously....."
The coach said it with genuine envy. Healthy copper-toned skin, a boyish haircut that gave her a kind of androgynous prettiness—and under a sports bra alone she still had C-cup breasts that looked enormous, a firm round ass, and a taut, perfectly balanced athlete's body. Even as another woman the coach felt a little flutter looking at her. For ordinary guys, it was enough to make their eyes roll back in their heads.
"I'm not interested in other guys."
"Other guys?"
"A-anyway, that's enough of this. I'm going to run one more. Time me!"
"Alright~"
The coach caught the slip of the tongue and tried to pounce on it, but Dohee brushed past it so smoothly that she just laughed and let it go.
"Huh?... W-wait a second. I'll be right back."
Dohee suddenly panicked and took off running somewhere. Startled, the coach looked in the direction she was heading—and spotted a young man waving.
"Oh my, oh my. Look at you, Dohee~"
Why is he here?!
Dohee had been about to start another run when she saw Oppa waving at her from far across the field. Like a dog that had just spotted its owner, she broke into a sprint toward him.
She barely even understood why she was running. She just wanted to get to him as fast as possible, and she didn't spare a thought for anyone around her as she charged straight at her older brother.
Her fans stirred at the sight, but none of that registered in Dohee's eyes right now.
"Oppa!! Haa..haa..."
"Dohee, I texted you. You didn't see it?"
"Huh? I was practicing, so I missed it....."
"Yeah? Fair enough~ More importantly—practice going well?"
"Yeah.... But why are you here?"
"I was just passing by and thought of you."
"Hmph~ Is that so?"
Something about being treated like an afterthought cooled the heart that had been pounding only a moment ago.
Huh? This scent is....
The second she stepped up beside Oppa, she caught Seohee's scent on him. Realizing he'd been with Seohee right before this made Dohee's mood sour a little.
"Were you with Seohee?"
"Yeah. She asked me to grab a meal with her, so we ate."
"A meal? Sounds like you ate something else too."
"Sharp as ever, our Dohee."
"Hmph!"
Being treated like a kid almost soured her mood again—but the moment Oppa stroked her head like he was praising her, it melted right away.
"So... are you heading out now?"
He'd come to eat with Seohee, and he'd clearly fucked her too. Standing here, he didn't really have any business left. He'd swung by to see Dohee as a bonus, but it looked like he genuinely meant to just look and leave.
"I was going to......"
Dohee flinched.
"But looking at you is getting me seriously hard."
The instant Oppa slipped into Master mode, her body tensed on its own. More anticipation and excitement than fear—her body answered first, her pussy already starting to get wet.
"I'm in the middle of practice....."
"Is practice more important? Or is listening to my orders more important?"
She swallowed hard.
"Obviously......"
With every word out of Oppa's mouth her arousal climbed higher. Unable to hide her excitement over what was about to happen, Dohee's face went soft and bitch-like as she answered.
"Master's orders🤍"
Just a few sentences, and she could feel her submission to the Oppa who ruled her swell even larger.
I watched Dohee sprint toward me with a pleased little smile and greeted her—but as we talked I could tell she was a bit sulky.
Probably annoyed that I'd seen Seohee first and only come to her as an afterthought. Stroking her head seemed to smooth it over, but looking at her like this, I felt my cock start to harden again.
I'd almost never seen Dohee mid-track practice. The sweat sheened across her skin, making that smooth, firm body look even more delicious.
I wanted to ruin her right then and there—but she was still in the middle of practice, and I couldn't just drag her off and fuck her on a whim.
"Come on. Let's go say hello first."
"Yes... okay..."
One line from me and the switch was already flipped; Dohee was getting worked up. I followed her back toward the practice area, and even from here I could hear the pack of guys watching from a distance start to murmur.
Plenty of them were clearly her fans. A random guy suddenly showing up next to Dohee had them rattled. Given Dohee's personality, she'd never been friendly with guys—so walking side by side with a man was basically a first.
"Coach, this is my Maste—........ my Oppa."
"Hello. I'm Lee Heetae, Dohee's older brother."
"Ah~ Yes, Dohee's mentioned you a lot. I'm her coach."
We exchanged a quick greeting, and somehow the crowd of guys caught enough of it that a relieved chorus of "He said Oppa!!" rippled through them. Ignoring the noise, I made small talk with the coach for a moment.
"I'm just going to talk with Oppa for a bit...."
Dohee, waiting beside me, clearly couldn't hold out any longer. She cut in, grabbed my hand, and hauled me off somewhere. The coach watched us go with a knowing little smile as Dohee's grip pulled me straight toward the showers tucked in the corner.
"Haa🤍haa🤍 Oppa🤍🤍"
Everyone was still out practicing, so the shower room was empty. It was the women's showers—if anyone found out I was in here it would be chaos—but Dohee was already too far gone in heat to care.
"Tch....... Looks like you need another lesson.."
I caught the jaw and cheeks of the Dohee clinging to me in full heat and forced her face up toward mine.
"Euh🤍"
At my rough handling, the Dohee who'd been plastered to me like a bitch in heat instantly went quiet, her body trembling.
"A sow like you, getting cocky enough to order your Master to fuck you?"
"I-I'm not, I just... haeuuung🤍🤍"
"You lying to my face right now?"
"I'm sorry, Master🤍🤍🤍"
The second I squeezed her tits hard, Dohee snapped straight into obedient mode, her hips shuddering. The skimpy track uniform she had on was already soaking through at the crotch.
"If you want to get fucked, you know what you have to do."
"Yeees🤍🤍🤍"
The moment I let her go, she grabbed her sports bra herself and yanked it up.
Those huge breasts that had been trapped and aching bounced free—and her inverted nipples were already standing stiff with heat. She stripped off the shorts next, revealing the pearl-bead panties she'd put on that morning, already so drenched in pussy juice that it was dripping off them in thick drops.
"Please punish this sow for getting so horny she acted cocky toward Master🤍🤍"
Both hands locked behind her head, legs spread wide in a lewd frog-legged pose—I gave that vulgar display a filthy smile, and Dohee smiled back in pure bliss, already looking forward to how she was about to get used.
I lifted a hand and laid it on one firm breast. Dohee twitched. Holding her gaze, I raised my hand higher—and brought it down hard across her tit.
Smack!!!
"Hoooong🤍🤍🤍"
The way her breast jiggled under the slap was a feast for the eyes. One single hit was enough to shove Dohee over the edge; she gushed pussy juice and her face twisted into a filthy ahegao.
"He-heeee🤍🤍"