The Start of a Misaligned Day
The familiar, homey noises of the old apartment complex greeted Seong-jun as he got out of bed.
In the bedroom, a lazy wash of sunlight pushed deep through the thin curtains and spread in a soft, drowsy glow.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he opened the bedroom door and stepped out, only to find Min-a holding a plank in the middle of the living room on a yoga mat.
"Okay, don't let your hips sag or stick up too high. Hoo."
"Hngh... hoo... uhh...!"
On the TV screen, a fitness YouTuber with a toned body was doing the same plank pose as Min-a.
Following the trainer's cues from the video, Min-a was straining to hold the position.
Seong-jun leaned crookedly against the wall and watched her back as though admiring a painting.
She was a petite 158 centimeters.
Her shoulders looked as if they could be gathered into one arm, and the back muscles trembling as they bore her weight were almost heartbreakingly slight.
Her small breasts and the nipples that usually did not show themselves made her look like a fresh-faced girl.
But when Seong-jun's gaze moved from Min-a's upper body down below her waist, a delicious betrayal unfolded before him.
Past the neatly curved line of her narrow waist, the explosive lower body usually hidden by loose training pants came into view.
Her pelvis fanned outward on both sides with curves so bold they were almost unbelievable.
And beneath it, matching that broad hip line, her ass rose in a steep slope from the waist.
Wrapped in tightly stretched pale lavender leggings, her hips swayed with a pleasant, teasing softness every time she moved.
The line of her legs stretching out beneath them was the very definition of sensuality.
Her thighs, so full they seemed on the verge of touching, carried a springiness that was visible even to the eye.
And the smooth curves that flowed downward sharpened abruptly below the knees, passing into calves and then into slender ankles.
The contrast between those bursting thighs and her thin, delicate ankles was enough to make her seem indecently alluring.
Her white ankles and tiny feet, exposed beneath the leggings, had a strangely erotic charm.
When he pictured the ahjussi gripping those two ankles and driving Min-a hard, a small groan escaped Seong-jun before he could stop it.
"Ugh... not yet...?"
At the same time, a trembling moan slipped from Min-a's lips.
She was already at her limit.
The triceps in her slender upper arms were quivering, and a drop of sweat ran down her spine, along the groove of her back, and disappeared into the waistband of her leggings above her ass.
"All right! Thirty seconds left. Just a little more, keep it up!"
The trainer in the video, holding the exact same pose yet perfectly steady, urged her on without the slightest wavering in voice.
"Haaah! I... can't~"
Flop.
But in spite of the encouragement from the screen, Min-a collapsed weakly onto the mat in less than a few seconds.
"Aww, no fair. You were almost there."
Flat on the floor, she kicked her feet in disappointment.
She still had a lot left, though.
Seong-jun fought back a laugh and walked over to her, panting hard.
"Aren't you pushing yourself too much this early in the morning? Look at you, soaked in sweat."
"Oppa, you're up?"
The expression that had been pinched tight from exercise brightened into something radiant the moment she saw Seong-jun.
"Haa... haa... I barely did anything, and already it feels like summer."
Breathless, Min-a's face was flushed like a ripe peach.
Wisps of her mussed bangs stuck haphazardly to the sweat beading on her forehead and the bridge of her nose, but to Seong-jun, it was nothing but lovable.
"It's still May. What summer?"
"It's practically June in two days. Time to turn on the air conditioner."
Waving herself with a hand, Min-a shifted into a new position and pointed at her stomach.
"No, look at this first. Urgh, see?"
When she bent her upper body forward, a little of her white, soft belly folded and spilled over the tight band of her leggings.
With a tearful face, she pinched the flesh between her fingers.
"At this rate I'm going to turn into a pig in no time. What am I supposed to do, oppa?"
"Hey now, what kind of slander is that?"
Seong-jun reached out and lightly squeezed the soft flesh at her side that she had been pinching.
Soft, resilient skin filled his hand.
"Do you have any idea how small and precious this is? Don't you dare lose it. It's all mine."
As Seong-jun kneaded her belly, Min-a burst into giggles and wriggled away.
"Tch... you only like it. I don't."
She pouted, but she clearly did not mind at all, swaying her ass and smiling brightly.
Then, as if something had just occurred to her, she slipped a hand into the waistband of her leggings.
"Ah, right. Oppa, take a look down there for me. Since I've been working out, the line from my panties keeps rubbing and it hurts."
Without hesitation, Min-a gripped the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down.
As the elastic fabric slid down to mid-thigh with a soft snap, her white lower belly and pubic mound were laid bare.
Seong-jun's gaze naturally drifted to her lower abdomen.
The orange light of late spring resting on Min-a's skin made it look soft enough to touch from a distance.
At the same time, the familiar scent of body wash and her own sweet skin rose up in a warm rush.
"Let me see."
Seong-jun extended his hand between her legs with practiced ease.
When his palm touched her warm lower belly, Min-a let out a soft little "hmm..." and leaned her head against his shoulder.
His hand slipped past the sweat-dampened line of her panties and entered the hot, moist heat inside.
As her husband's fingers pushed into that secret place, Min-a's thighs twitched reflexively.
Had it been about two weeks since her last waxing?
Over the smooth skin, he could feel the faint, scratchy texture that tickled his fingertips.
Seong-jun's fingers, moving almost on instinct, pressed into the soft mound.
Min-a's eyes turned toward him with an odd, intoxicating light.
"It's grown a lot, hasn't it?"
She clung to his arm as though hanging off the limb that was stroking her intimate place, asking in a voice thick with a nasal drawl.
"Mm... a little? This is about the time it feels the most prickly."
Seong-jun's hand drifted lower without thinking.
Before he could even process it, his fingers were sliding into the damp little opening.
Squish.
A sticky liquid that might have been sweat from her workout, or might have been arousal responding to his touch, made a wet, obscene sound.
Hot, slick mucosa greeted his fingers and twitched around them.
"Ah... hee!"
Min-a shrank her shoulders and wrapped her arms around Seong-jun's neck.
Her thighs tightened inward as if to trap his hand.
"Oppa..."
Min-a's eyes had gone hazy.
Her breathing turned hot, and the breasts pressed against him rose and fell faster and faster.
It was the instinctive movement of a body that wanted its husband's touch.
...
And yet, for some reason, even with his wife's eager signals, Seong-jun did not feel like giving in.
There was clearly a response building below, but that was all.
His own reaction puzzled him, but he could not help admitting the bitter truth.
His lovely wife's teasing did not turn him on.
Gently pushing Min-a away, Seong-jun pretended not to notice and quietly pulled his hand back.
"Mm... it's still too short, so no waxing yet. Let's wait another week."
"Hmmph..."
A brief flicker of disappointment crossed Min-a's face.
Rather than moving away from Seong-jun, she clung to him even more tightly.
"Are you okay? We're waxing together, so why does my hair grow so fast?"
Before Seong-jun could avoid her, Min-a's hand slipped into his training pants.
Her touch was so familiar as it swept down from Seong-jun's lower stomach.
When she went a little lower, feeling the same scratchy sensation on herself, Seong-jun's stiff erection greeted her.
Min-a smiled and looked at Seong-jun through half-lidded eyes.
"Oppa, yours grew a lot too, didn't it? Hehe. It's hard..."
"Th-this is... because it's morning..."
"Should I give yours a stroke? Hm?"
Min-a could no longer hear the flustered sound of Seong-jun's voice.
Her hand had already begun to work his erection with skill and affection.
If anyone was excited by Min-a's touch, it was Min-a herself.
She breathed out in heat, looking as though she might strip his pants off and charge straight at him any second.
Seong-jun drew back in an awkward half-step.
"Jeez, I need to use the bathroom. My stomach suddenly hurts."
"Wait, just a sec. I'll finish you off soon."
Min-a had no intention of letting him go so easily.
The pressure in her grip on his sex increased.
"Ugh... I don't... think I can hold out~"
Seong-jun caught her arm and stopped her movement.
Alarm was plain in Min-a's eyes.
Seizing the chance, Seong-jun hurried up and headed for the bathroom.
"Huh... you're really just going to leave?"
"Yeah, that... I still need to finish the plank. You didn't even make it a full minute."
Seong-jun said it playfully as he closed the bathroom door.
"Tch... you told me not to work out. Jerk!"
Min-a's huffing voice reached him through the door.
Seong-jun let out a small laugh and stood in front of the sink.
His reflection in the mirror looked tired.
The face he saw every day somehow felt unfamiliar today.
Seong-jun tried to cover the shadow of fatigue with soap foam.
After roughly rinsing his face with cold water, he seemed to see his usual expression again.
Once he had wiped away the water, an unidentifiable sigh escaped him.
I should've just done it once.
It had only been sex, and yet the fact that he had turned Min-a down kept bothering him.
Even a tiny sense of being denied could wear a person down.
Min-a doesn't need to be tired out too...
Maybe he had just not been fully awake yet.
Seong-jun stepped out of the bathroom, deciding that when he returned to the living room he would hold his wife close for a while.