Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Who Knew It Would Turn Out Like This?
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We're sitting in front of the laptop right now, diligently following along with the video.
At first, there was an awkward vibe as we were hyper-aware of each other, but that's long since loosened up into something natural.
"Hmm... This pose is kinda tough."
"It's easy for me, though? Your body's pretty stiff, Woojin."
"Then help me out a bit. It feels like I'm almost there."
"Got it. I'll press on your back, so tell me right away if it hurts."
Right now, I'm stretching my legs out straight and folding forward to reach my arms toward my toes.
No matter how hard I strain, my fingertips just barely graze them, so I asked for help—and her small hand landed on my back.
It felt soft yet mysteriously textured with a hint of calluses.
"Ahh...! Hold on. My back feels like it's gonna snap."
"That's all you can manage? You're so close—push a little more!"
But the strength coming from her was beyond imagination.
Where does that power come from in those slender arms?
Is this what they call real-world compressed muscle?
As I endured the pain with random thoughts, my fingertips finally touched my toes.
I immediately shoved my back backward and yelled.
"Got it! Stop—my back's breaking!"
"You did it anyway. Success! Lie down here and rest for a bit."
She laughed like she found my reaction amusing and pulled her hands away.
She cleared space for me to lie down and sat on the edge of the bed instead.
I flopped straight onto the blanket, easing my creaking back.
Beep!
The AC kicked on with a cool breeze filling the room.
In the silence, Yoon Hye-yoon glanced at me sideways, propping her chin on her right hand.
Her lips twitched like she had something to say, and finally, she let it out.
"Hey, Woojin. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure? Go ahead."
"Earlier, you said I was pretty."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I did."
"Can you tell me what about me is pretty?"
She seemed embarrassed to even ask, immediately staring off into space and fiddling around.
I started racking my brain for a good answer to what felt like a high-stakes question.
It was surprising she'd ask me directly, but it also meant she was that curious.
"Hmm... Your face is pretty, your figure's great... You never heard that before?"
"I kinda knew that already, but... I don't hear it much from other guys. Makes me lack confidence, y'know?"
"How's that possible? If I were you, I'd be strutting around full of confidence every day."
"It's complicated. Anyway, you really like this kind of body?"
She looked down at her chest, then pinched her stomach with her hand.
There wasn't an ounce of fat, so it didn't budge, but she kept tugging at it anyway.
Her insecure tone and gestures made it clear just how much she'd been agonizing over it.
"It's perfect to look at. I don't know why you're stressing, but don't beat yourself up too much."
I comforted her while eyeing her underboob and face.
I hadn't realized her self-esteem had dropped that low just from not seeing her for a while.
"...Thanks. That gives me some strength. You always say the nicest things, Woojin."
"I'm just saying it like it is. You're amazing, Hye-yoon—that's why. You'd draw stares wherever you went."
"Aigoo, don't hype me up like that. It's embarrassing if you keep going."
She waved her hands while hiding her flushed face.
I decided to end the praise train there and sat up from my lying position.
"Shall we get back to it? My back feels okay now."
"Oh, yeah!"
She perked up like she'd been waiting and sat down next to me.
I resumed the paused video.
"Now, let's try the quadruped position. Hands under your shoulders, knees under your hips."
The instructor in the video shifted into a super subtle pose.
It was a position that evoked doggy style.
She must've thought the same—our eyes met for a split second.
"Shall we...?"
"Y-yeah..."
I got into position and glanced over at Yoon Hye-yoon.
I couldn't help but admire her protruding chest and hips, along with the graceful curve of her waist.
Wanting a closer look, I came up with a handy excuse.
"Like this, it'll be hard for us to check each other's form. How about we take turns?"
"Oh, good idea? I'll go first, then."
With permission granted, I openly ogled her.
And I wondered if I could touch that body—scanning the video intensely for differences as an excuse.
"Your waist's too low here. Lift it up a bit more."
I lightly placed my palm on Yoon Hye-yoon's firm stomach and guided it upward.
She flinched for a second but followed my hand without a word, slowly rising.
"Your thighs are too far forward too. Pull them back a little."
This time, I pushed from the front of her thigh.
I'd touched her bare skin before, but feeling it through the soft leggings was a fresh sensation.
"Ah... Y-yeah..."
Hearing her voice go all soft, I leaned back.
Between her thrust-out ass cheeks, I spotted the outline of her slit.
Her pussy lips were so plump, the single vertical crease stood out crystal clear.
Imagining what lay inside made my cock start swelling on its own.
Way bigger than when I'd poked my waist out flaccid earlier.
My brain was screaming emergency, but down below, instinct was taking over.
I tried averting my eyes to calm it, but her twitching hips following the video and her pale spine kept flashing in my mind.
In the end, I just prayed her set would end soon while stuck in this awkward half-stand.
"Woojin?"
"Y-yeah!? What?"
"I've got this pose down, so now I'll watch you."
Turning around now would be a disaster.
Showing off the silhouette bulging through my pants from her body was a whole different issue.
I sat back down on the floor with an excuse.
"Uh... I'll go later. My back suddenly hurts."
"Really? Then let me give you a massage. Lie face-down here."
"N-no... I'm fine..."
Her serious, worried expression left me no choice.
I lay face-down on the blanket as slowly as possible to avoid detection.
My cock got pinched between my body and the floor, hurting a bit, but I shifted and it settled okay.
Singing the national anthem in my head to stay still, her two hands landed on my back.
She pressed firmly with her thumbs, kneading diligently.
Feeling the cool relief on my back, her scent started wafting up from the blanket.
I hadn't noticed lying down earlier, but with my cheek pressed to it now, it was unmistakable.
Naughty scenes flooded my mind because of it.
Yoon Hye-yoon covering herself with this blanket every night to masturbate and sleep.
My cock swelled even bigger.
"How's that? Feel good?"
"Yeah, great. Press a bit more to the right."
I dragged it out with requests, but there was a limit.
She patted my back to signal the end.
"Okay, sit up now. That should do it."
"I'm tired... Can I nap a bit?"
"You're right next door—why sleep here? No closing your eyes!"
She grabbed my shoulders, shook me, and shoved me sideways.
At the same time, my tented pants thrust proudly into view before her.
"Ah...!"
A short exclamation, and then silence fell.
I cracked my eyes to sneak a peek at her.
She covered her face with both hands, but her wide eyes peeked through her fingers—locked straight on my cock.
An insane situation where neither of us could speak.
Deep down, I'd hoped for something like this, but now that it was here, anxiety hit.
'Will she pretend not to see...? Considering how close we've gotten, she won't call the cops...'
I covered my crotch with my hand and bowed my head.
Waiting for her reaction, but with no words coming, I spoke first.
"It's not like I was imagining anything weird. Getting massaged while pressed against the floor just relaxed me too much. Sorry."
I apologized preemptively.
Snapping to at my words, she frantically waved her hands side to side.
"No no no, it's fine. That can happen. I'm totally okay."
Her face beet red, she turned her head away—but kept stealing glances at my cock with side-eye.
As she fanned herself with her hand, she suddenly tossed out a question.
"Is it usually that big?"
"Huh?"
"I mean... Are all guys that big...?"
Come to think of it, she'd never seen my cock directly in semi-transparent mode.
At most, she'd guessed from porn or dildo sizes.
"Mine's especially big."
"How big?"
"Way above average."
Once the dam broke, questions poured out endlessly.
She was probably seizing the chance to satisfy her curiosity.
As her initial shyness faded into boldness, my tension eased too.
"You think I'd hate you over something like this? Relax—it's fine."
"Oh, yeah... Thanks."
Thinking about it, we were pretty close.
We'd caught each other with dildos and onaholes, gotten drunk together and spilled our ghost stories, and now we were exercising side by side.
She scooted next to me and patted my back reassuringly.
Honestly, this wasn't a situation where I needed comforting, but somehow it felt oddly nice.
Maybe it was the stamina pills I'd been taking, but my cock showed no signs of deflating.
It strained massively, like it might rip through my pants.
To help me relax, Yoon Hye-yoon cracked a light joke.
"It's really not going down, huh. Not because of my body, right?"
"Ah, maybe... a tiny bit."
A second silence hit.
Realizing my slip, I backpedaled fast.
"No, not like that. You're pretty with a great figure, and that pose just... Not that I'm saying I had weird thoughts about you or anything..."
"Shh."
She held up a finger to stop me.
Her expression looked faintly pleased.
"So... It's partly my fault it got like this?"
"That's not what I—"
"Then I'll take care of it for you."
I couldn't believe my ears and turned to look.
There was Yoon Hye-yoon, face flushed, eyes sparkling with mischief, excitement, and the thrill of discovering something fun.
"Take off your pants."