Plan - 2: Sweat and Unintended Temptation
After arranging to meet Professor Baek Seol-hee under the guise of coincidence, I set up a daily morning jogging routine with her. The first few days after our initial agreement were absolute hell, but my self-healing ability let me adapt almost immediately.
For normal people, jogging is usually done at a pace of about forty-five seconds per hundred meters—roughly eight kilometers per hour. The recommendation is two to three sessions a week, covering around eight kilometers each time. But for Awakened, the story changes completely. Those of us with superior physical abilities need correspondingly intense training to see any real effect.
In my case, I was running twenty kilometers every morning, totaling a hundred and forty kilometers a week. Professor Baek Seol-hee, however, was on another level. True to her background as a retired Hunter, she pushed herself far harder than I did. Thirty kilometers every single morning. That meant I was suddenly stuck running an extra ten kilometers, but there was no way I could abandon these jogs with her.
As I saw it, the opening I needed to get close to Professor Baek Seol-hee lay in the distorted view of sex her sister had taught her. To exploit that opening as much as possible, I had to show my face frequently and raise her favorability. The core of my plan was to make natural contact while slowly escalating our physical interactions.
On top of that, thanks to my self-healing ability, I could feel my body—which had already grown used to its old routine—growing even stronger. No matter how many new special abilities I awakened through sex, it would all be like pearls on a pig without a solid foundation. There were side benefits too. Running behind Professor Baek Seol-hee gave me the perfect view of her incredibly attractive figure.
She always ran while giving off that refreshing mint scent. She seemed to prefer comfortable clothes; even though she was jogging with a man, she stuck to light, revealing outfits. Today she wore a blue tank top and tight black shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, running ahead of me.
“Hoo… haa…”
Her ponytail swayed with each stride, fully exposing the elegant line of her neck. The movement of her shoulder blades as she kept balance was visible through the thin tank top. Sweat traced the deep groove of her erector spinae, carved by years of intense training, then slid downward to soak into the black fabric of her shorts.
Unlike looser hot pants or full-length leggings, these stopped above the knee and clung to her lower body like a second skin. Her buttocks, toned by constant exercise, looked as firm and elastic as ripe apples. The occasional glimpse of her inner thighs and the shadowed area between them seemed to naturally entice any healthy male.
It probably wasn’t intentional, but it was hardly appropriate attire to wear in front of a virile man. Clothing that revealed her healthy, alluring physique without any filter was downright dangerous for the opposite sex. The old me might have looked away, but now that I knew women, my eyes automatically followed every attractive curve.
My self-healing ability had also boosted my stamina to ridiculous levels, so the growing tightness in my groin was becoming uncomfortable. While I admired Professor Baek Seol-hee’s healthy body as we ran, my gaze suddenly dropped to her running shoes. They looked old and worn, yet there wasn’t a single tear or dirty spot. She clearly maintained them with great care.
Come to think of it, she never changed them. The soles were visibly worn down—an obvious measure of just how regularly she ran. She earns plenty of money. Why doesn’t she buy a new pair…? Giving her a new pair as a gift didn’t seem like a bad idea at all.
“Professor, you have small feet. What size do you wear?”
“Haa… I wear 240,” she answered while we did our cool-down stretches at the end of the jogging route.
She lifted the hem of her sweat-soaked tank top, fanning air against her chest. A droplet of sweat slid down her pure-white neck, tracing her collarbone in a straight line before disappearing into the deep valley of her cleavage that the tank top couldn’t hide. Because the fabric clung so tightly, her skin moved like rippling waves—obscenely seductive.
I stared, entranced, until I noticed her gaze drop. Silence fell over our cool-down spot.
“……”
“Ah.”
My sweatpants were tented obscenely. As if furious at the sight of a defenseless, attractive woman exposing her body right in front of it, my erection strained aggressively against the fabric.
Professor Baek Seol-hee began glancing around. She was probably searching for a place to relieve the pent-up sexual frustration she assumed I was suffering from, based on the warped sexual education her sister had given her.
“Ah, it’s fine. It’ll go down soon, Professor.”
“But Student Hyun-do, you’re in pain. It’s okay. I’ll take care of it right away.”
Having apparently found a suitable spot, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me along. The place she led me to was a public restroom right beside the jogging path.
…
She boldly pushed me into the men’s restroom. At this early hour, it was completely empty. The clean, well-maintained space still carried the faint scent of air freshener.
She shoved me into one of the stalls, then stepped inside right after. The narrow stall felt even smaller with two people in it. Our scents mingled, filling the small space. The usual refreshing mint fragrance that clung to Professor Baek Seol-hee had been replaced by the rich, musky smell of a woman who had just worked up a sweat.
“Sorry… I must smell really sweaty, don’t I?”
“No, it actually smells good.”
“Really?”
She lifted her arm and sniffed herself, trying to check her own scent. The smell coming from her wasn’t unpleasant like ordinary sweat. It was the warm, healthy aroma of a woman’s skin. When she raised her arm, her perfectly smooth, hairless armpit came into view—glistening with a thin layer of sweat that made it shine.
Realizing I was staring at her armpit, she quickly lowered her arm.
“…Pervert.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Why don’t you sit down first?”
She made me sit, then settled between my knees and pulled my sweatpants down. The moment my angrily swollen penis sprang free, the thick, masculine scent filled the stall. Even without any stimulation from me, the cock that had already tasted a woman twitched and drooled precum on its own.
Professor Baek Seol-hee looked at it and spoke again.
“It’s gotten so big. Does it hurt?”
“No. I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”
“If it starts to hurt, tell me right away.”
She stared at my menacing-looking erection with the focus of someone examining a specimen. The fact that the professor—who I could never beat in a one-on-one spar—was now intently studying my cock sent a surge of raw lust flooding through my chest. Feeling her gaze, my penis twitched even harder, as if begging to be freed.
“Hmm. Are men’s penises usually this large?”
“I think it’s on the bigger side. I’ve never measured it exactly.”
“I’ve only ever seen yours, Student Hyun-do, so I wouldn’t know.”
With open curiosity, she began prodding my cock with her fingers. Each time her slender fingertips touched it, the shaft resisted with powerful spring-like tension. I was confident in my size. In any video I’d ever watched, I had never seen anything larger or better shaped. It was one of the few things I could genuinely boast about.
“I’ll start now. Just like last time, right?”
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft like a living ring, then naturally gathered the overflowing precum and began coating my entire length with it. Before long my cock glistened obscenely. She started moving her hand.
One hand stroked the full length of the shaft while the other focused on tormenting the glans. Every time the ring of her fingers slid over the sensitive head, pleasure rose in steady waves. The technique was similar to what she’d done last time in the training room, but far more confident and skillful. I could tell her hand movements had improved dramatically in such a short time.
Her hands gradually moved faster. The fingers of her other hand tightened their grip, relentlessly stimulating the glans. A powerful urge to cum surged up from the base of my spine. I didn’t try to hold it back. My greatly enhanced stamina no longer faded after just one or two orgasms.
A faint flush had begun to color Professor Baek Seol-hee’s face as she stroked me. She seemed to be growing excited too.
“Mmm… haa…”
The sigh she let out while trying to contain her arousal brushed against my cock. In the quiet morning air, the lewd, wet sounds of her hand moving began to echo obscenely.