Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Yoga
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I followed her inside.
She must have finished cleaning up already, because the bedsheets were a different color, and there was no trace of the various fluids that had stained the floor.
The lingering lewd scent still hung in the air, though, proving that everything from earlier had really happened.
As soon as we entered, she spread a long blanket out on the floor to set things up.
She powered on her laptop, searched for yoga on NewTube, and started playing a suitable video.
As expected of a hastily thrown-together excuse, it had plenty of rough edges, but I deliberately looked away and pretended not to notice.
"I'll follow along exactly with what's on here, so point out anything that looks off, okay?"
Once she was all set, she lay down on the blanket, stretched her body out straight like a line, and stared up at the ceiling.
I sat in the desk chair, alternating my gaze between the laptop screen on the floor and her as I watched.
"Before we begin, close your eyes and extend your legs and arms fully. Empty your mind and relax peacefully."
She glanced at the screen, then started following the instructions coming from the speaker.
Once I confirmed her eyes were shut, I sneaked a look at her figure from head to toe.
Unlike what I'd seen at the gym, her short-sleeved shirt and shorts gave her a fresh, different vibe.
"Uhng... Eut...!"
As her body stretched to its limit, my eyes locked onto her prominently arched breasts.
She didn't stop there—she lifted her waist even higher, thrusting her chest out to the max.
"Um... Your waist seems a bit too high there."
I'd planned to just watch quietly, but her chest was protruding so excessively that I had to say something.
She opened her eyes, checked the video, adjusted her pose, then smiled at me.
"Thanks. Real-time feedback is nice. Keep telling me right away."
"Now, bend your right knee and extend it straight up toward the ceiling. Relax your shoulders and hands."
The next instruction played midway through.
Just as described, she thrust her right leg into the air and held the position.
Since I was sitting near her legs, I got a clear view of her crotch between her spread thighs.
The only downside was that her clothes weren't as skin-tight as leggings, so there was no cameltoe.
I was smacking my lips over that 2% shortfall when she suddenly sat up.
"Hmm... These casual clothes make the poses tough. I'll change into workout gear real quick."
As if she'd read my mind, she pulled pink leggings and a sky-blue sports bra from her closet.
She slipped into the bathroom amid faint sounds, and soon emerged looking just like she had at the gym.
The bright colors gave off an even more sensual aura, though.
"Never seen those colors on you before."
"They're too eye-catching for wearing out. Figured I'd wear them at home for once."
"They suit you well."
"Thanks."
She flashed a brief smile at the compliment, then lay back on the blanket to resume yoga.
Thanks to the leggings, her sharply protruding hip bones and cameltoe were now in plain view.
"Now, grab your right knee and pull it straight toward your stomach. Then rock it side to side."
Pulling her knee to her belly blatantly exposed her firm thighs and ass.
If she'd done both sides, it would've looked just like missionary position, begging 'Please fuck me.'
Even as her leg rocked from side to side, I could've sworn I saw her pussy lips parting and closing.
As time passed, the poses started getting progressively lewder.
In a way, it felt more tantalizing than the gym—pure, unfiltered sex appeal.
In a missionary-like pose, grabbing both knees and rotating them inward, her slit was so blatantly visible it was almost embarrassing to stare.
"Hng... Eut... How's this? Does my pose match?"
With lewd noises, she thrust her ass toward me.
Left arm grabbing her right leg and pulling it across to the opposite side.
Her wide hips and plump pussy mound bulged like they might burst through the leggings.
I stared at it for a moment before answering about a second late.
"Ah... Yeah! Looks perfect."
"This one feels good—really loosens my hips."
She seemed pleased with my reaction, giving me a sly little eye smile.
Then she arched her back fully, pushing her ass out even more.
Honestly, at this point, even a eunuch would've felt something off.
And knowing the full context like I did? The whole situation felt downright bizarre.
Why the hell is she doing this? Suddenly coming on to me like this?
Her blatant real-life flirting was scrambling my brain.
I needed some reasonable explanation to reciprocate, but I couldn't figure out why she'd even stopped me from leaving home to pull this.
I calmed myself and slowly pieced together the day's events.
It had definitely started like this:
She'd arrived at the gym frustrated from masturbation interrupted by stubbing her foot.
Kept sneaking glances at my dick there, then rushed home and masturbated like crazy.
The ghost hadn't come, tanking her self-esteem, so I'd come over to comfort her.
...Self-esteem tanked?
A ridiculous thought hit me.
The delusion that she was gauging my reactions to boost her confidence in her own body.
I glanced at Yoon Hye-yoon, still holding her ass out.
A pose and figure so erotic it made me want to pounce right then.
I desperately wanted to slide down and caress that ass, but I held back.
Touching an onahole was worlds apart from the real thing.
And if I was misreading the situation, it could lead to massive problems.
Still, showing me poses like that had to mean at least some level of permission, right?
I decided to push a bit bolder.
"In the video, the knee's a little higher, and the arm's extended to the opposite side."
"Oh, really? Can't see well from this angle."
"Here, let me help."
I got off the chair, sat beside her, and gently grasped her arm.
We both flinched at the touch but played it cool.
Up close, I caught her intoxicating scent as I moved her arm to match the video.
"There, that's the pose. Subtitle says hold for about 20 seconds, then switch sides."
"Got it. Thanks."
The casual skinship got no negative reaction.
Seemed safe to gradually touch more sensitive spots while keeping this vibe.
20 seconds later.
Her ass swung to the other side, but now her face turned toward me.
Our eyes met, and we shared awkward smiles.
Neither wanting to just sit in silence, she spoke up.
"It's nice having someone to work out with like this."
"I'm lucky too—having a fit neighbor. It was pretty daunting at first."
"Nah. I get help out of it too, and teaching's kinda fun in its own way."
"True. Way better getting tips from someone pretty like you than some hulking instructor."
"Y-Yeah!?"
She hadn't expected that—her voice pitched up in surprise.
But she liked it; her eyes went wide, and her mouth twitched happily.
As the saying goes, nobody hates a compliment.
This flow seemed perfect for my original goal: boosting her confidence.
"You think I'm pretty? For real?"
I paused to think, so she asked again, her voice brimming with anticipation.
I answered with 90% sincerity.
"You are. And this isn't ulterior motives or empty flattery—I've hardly seen anyone prettier than you, Hye-yoon."
"Hehe... That's a bit much. But thanks for saying it."
She couldn't hide her delight; her expression kept softening goofily.
The 20 seconds were up, but she'd forgotten she was mid-yoga, grinning while holding the pose.
It was adorable, but staring too long felt a tad burdensome, so I turned to the laptop screen.
She caught on, released the pose, fast-forwarded the video, and hit play.
"This one's sitting."
"Yeah. Kinda like stretching."
It was a meditation-like pose.
She sat up straight, clasped her hands overhead, and relaxed.
One hand braced the floor while she stretched the other across to the opposite side.
From my diagonal angle, I had a full view of her pristine armpit.
Flawless skin—not a hint of pigmentation, silky smooth to the touch.
Bonus: the inner cleavage peeking from her top and her bulging sideboob.
No safe place to look, and staring nonstop was embarrassing, so I started mimicking the yoga myself.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me.
"Doing it together? Want to change into something comfy too, Woojin?"
"Yeah, good idea. These pants are kinda uncomfortable straight from the gym."
"I won't lock the door. Take your time."
"Got it. Be right back."
I headed to my room and opened the closet.
Not a ton of clothes, but I rummaged for something form-fitting.
Moments later.
I found something close to gym training wear—not skin-tight, but similar enough.
The mirror showed a perfect silhouette, even the slight bulge of my dick.
I returned to her room and showed off the outfit.
Forgetting to subtly thrust my hips forward.
"How's this? Old gym clothes I bought ages ago—decent?"
"Ah... Yeah, looks fine..."
Her voice trailed off a bit.
Her gaze locked onto my crotch for a moment before she quickly looked away.
I pretended not to notice, sat beside her, and struck the same pose.
Yoon Hye-yoon glanced at me, then spoke cautiously.
"Um... Only this blanket to sit on... What now?"
Oh right—we were doing it on the blanket.
She looked around for something similar but came up empty.
She pondered, then stood and spread the blanket wider.
"We'll share it. Gonna wash it anyway, so sweat all you want."
And so, our yoga session began on that single shared blanket.