Chapter 155: Coach! Please Train Me!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 155: Coach! Please Train Me!
The night view from the hotel suite was magnificent.
It had a different kind of charm compared to the view from the gym.
"Nice."
As I let out a low murmur of admiration while taking in the scenery, Hyun-kyung, dressed in a robe, approached with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"Ta-da! I prepared this in advance for when I got to share a room with you, Oppa."
Even just looking at the label, I could tell it was a high-end wine.
"Isn't this expensive?"
"A little? But not enough to make you feel burdened. Hehe."
The red wine filled the glasses to the brim.
"I received this as a gift when I was doing the rounds at various events after winning the US Open. I thought to myself, I have to drink this with him when we meet."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. I wouldn't have been able to win without your help, Oppa."
"The Coach might feel a bit left out hearing that."
"It’s fine. I drank something else with the Coach."
This time, I filled her glass.
"Do you like drinking?"
"I just like the mood it sets. I only drink occasionally during the off-season. As you know, Oppa, the alcohol ruins muscle condition pretty quickly."
Hyun-kyung gave a bright smile.
Clink.
As the glasses touched, a clear, ringing sound echoed.
"Looking at the night view like this reminds me of what happened in New York. Doesn't it?"
If she was talking about New York, it had to be that.
She was likely referring to the deep intimacy we shared overlooking the city lights that night.
"I still remember that sex vividly."
As she spoke, the memory of that day seemed to linger in her eyes.
Hyun-kyung’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she gazed at the Seoul nightscape with an enchanted look.
Even when we were at the park last time, she had brought up New York.
The rough sex we had high above the night view, fueled by the thrilling risk of being exposed.
It had left a profound impression on Hyun-kyung, a "sports girl" who had spent her whole life focused only on exercise.
I think I’ve instilled a bad habit in her.
After taking a sip of wine, Hyun-kyung looked at me and asked, "What about you, Oppa? Do you still remember what happened in New York?"
"How could I forget?"
I was referring to that luxurious bout of sex.
Glancing at me, Hyun-kyung brought the glass to her lips once more.
"You'll get drunk if you drink that fast."
"I won't. I’m actually a pretty good drinker, despite how I look."
"Really?"
Her cheeks were already crimson, though.
I took another sip, savoring the deep flavor of the premium wine.
It was truly delicious.
I hadn't realized alcohol could taste this good.
So this is the kind of flavor the rich enjoy every day?
It had a depth of flavor entirely different from somaek.
"Give me another glass."
Before I knew it, Hyun-kyung had emptied her glass and was holding it out.
"I finished mine, so you finish yours too, Oppa."
"Right now?"
"Yes."
"……Alright."
I wanted to savor the flavor, but under Hyun-kyung’s intense gaze—as if she wouldn't look away until I drank—I had no choice but to drain the glass.
"Hehe, good. Well done."
Then, she poured more wine into the glasses.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I can still go on."
She emptied glass after glass in quick succession.
Each time, she urged me to finish mine quickly as well.
It was as if she was someone desperately hoping I would get drunk fast.
A bottle of wine that cost tens of thousands of dollars vanished in less than ten minutes.
"We already finished a bottle."
"Why are you drinking so fast?"
"Huh? Well… I don't know."
Hyun-kyung avoided my eyes.
"Oh, I have another bottle! It’s a similar vintage! Just a second."
Hyun-kyung scurried to the fridge, grabbed a new bottle, and poured it into my glass.
This one had a different taste.
Should I say it felt a bit more dignified?
If the previous one was like the sweet taste of a lady, this one was closer to the heavy, formal taste of a gentleman.
"This is good too."
"Right?"
This time, I caught Hyun-kyung’s hand as she tried to empty her glass quickly again.
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Wh-what?"
"Are you trying to do something to me?"
"N-no, I'm not."
Hyun-kyung looked away.
She definitely seemed to be trying to get me drunk to pull something.
I’m sorry, but if that was the plan, you shouldn't have prepared wine.
You should have gone with some very strong hard liquor.
"Or is it that you want me to do something to you?"
"Th-that’s not it either."
Like hell it wasn't.
Her face turned bright red—not from the alcohol, but from embarrassment.
"Really? Weren't you trying to set the mood?"
"I-I just like drinking with someone I like. D-don't misunderstand."
"Hmm, is that so?"
Hyun-kyung hurriedly lifted her glass.
It seemed she was trying to change the subject by drinking.
I snatched the glass from her and took the wine into my own mouth.
"Huh?"
As Hyun-kyung looked on in confusion, I pressed my lips directly against hers.
I funneled the bitter wine I was holding in my mouth into hers.
The wine she couldn't swallow trickled down her lips, drawing a red line.
Gulp.
The kiss with her tasted of sweet grapes.
"Haah, haaahmm."
When I pulled my lips away for a moment, Hyun-kyung’s mouth fell open, and her tongue peeked out.
A smile played on my lips at her gesture, which clearly craved more of the kiss.
"You were trying to set the mood, weren't you? You just drank because you felt awkward."
"You're saying that just to tease me on purpose, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not."
I wiped the red wine trailing from the corner of her mouth with my hand.
"I wanted to set the mood with you, too."
I asked her as I held up the wine.
"Want another sip?"
Hyun-kyung nodded.
Taking a mouthful of wine, I kissed her again.
Hyun-kyung’s eyes drifted shut as we kissed.
That was the signal.
I pulled off Hyun-kyung’s robe.
She was wearing nothing underneath.
The contrast of her white skin in the shape of a bikini against her bronzed complexion was striking, as were the pink nipples blooming on her white breasts.
"Did you go outside like this?"
"…I couldn't forget the memory of that day."
"At the park?"
"Yes. It was so good at the park, and in New York too…"
Hyun-kyung turned her head shyly, avoiding my gaze.
It seemed I was the cause of Hyun-kyung’s twisted sexual preferences.
If that was the case, I had to take responsibility.
I began to pleasure her entire body with my mouth.
As if releasing everything Olivia had done to me onto her, I slowly and very persistently left my marks on Hyun-kyung’s body.
"Hnghh! Oppa…"
Hyun-kyung looked at me with a plaintive moan.
"A little more…"
Following her wish, I moved my tongue to find even more private and pleasurable spots.
"Haaah!!"
Was she sufficiently heated up?
Her hands, which had been speaking to me in a desperate voice, began to strip off my shirt.
"Haah, haah. I'll make you feel good too, Oppa."
She then began to soothe my body here and there with her mouth.
As we pleasured each other, we moved into the 69 position so I could mouth her pussy and she could mouth my cock.
"Ngh!"
"Haaahng!"
Enduring the ticklish pleasure coming from my cock, I inserted my fingers into Hyun-kyung’s pussy.
Squish, squelch.
The sound of fluids overflowing from her pussy echoed vulgarly through the hotel room.
Embarrassed, Hyun-kyung tried to stifle her moans and avoided my eyes.
When Hyun-kyung’s pussy was sufficiently wet and my cock had become as hard as an iron bar, she placed her hands on the window and thrust her buttocks toward me.
"Fuck me here."
As if she wanted to announce our sex to all of Seoul.
She tempted me by shaking her hips.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"I'm a tennis player, remember? I have more confidence in my stamina than anyone."
"For someone saying that, your pussy doesn't seem very well-trained."
Hyun-kyung looked back and said, "Then train it with your cock. Coach."
Coach, huh?
"Does that make me Hyun-kyung’s sex coach then?"
"No, you're my pussy coach."
Pussy coach.
That’s hot.
"Who taught you such naughty words?"
"You taught them to me, Coach."
That’s right.
I was the one who taught the adult pleasures to the athlete girl who knew nothing but tennis.
"All my tastes were created because you trained me, Coach."
Yes.
That’s right.
I made you this way.
I’m the one who turned you, Hyun-kyung, into a naughty woman who loves exhibitionist sex.
Therefore.
"I wonder what I should teach you today."
"I want to review the pleasures of sex, Coach."
This cheeky athlete.
"Understood."
I shoved my piece into her hot pussy.
"Haaahng! Cooach! Your cock is too biggg!"
I could feel the tightening of her hot pussy directly.
Aside from being fired up by Olivia’s foreplay, Hyun-kyung’s body, tempered by exercise, gripped my member tightly.
The squeeze of her pussy, bolstered by muscle, almost made my waist give out for a moment.
"Haah, haah… How is it? The taste of my pussy? It’s been wet since I got that massage from you earlier, Coach."
"Aren't you being a bit too slutty?"
"You're the one who made me like this…"
Even while gasping as she was impaled by my cock, Hyun-kyung kept talking to stimulate me.
"Do you like my cock that much?"
"I like your cock, Coach. Hngh! Even if it were this big, grand, and hard, if it wasn't yours, Coach… haaah! I wouldn't feel it like this!"
"You sure talk a lot while panting for my cock."
"Haaahng!! But it’s the truth!!"
Hyun-kyung spoke to me while gasping, seemingly on the verge of an orgasm.
Her panting body gradually leaned against the window.
Her large breasts were pressed flat against the glass.
Writhing in pleasure, Hyun-kyung didn't care that her breasts were being squashed and pressed her body closer and closer to the window.
As if she wanted people outside to see her.
It was a display of courage possible only because it was a dark hotel room and no one outside could actually see in.
"Coach! Harder! Ravage my pussy so much that it breaks and I can't even play my match tomorrow!"
At that moment, the vaginal muscles surrounding my cock spasmed and trembled.
At the sudden, tight sensation, I involuntarily ejaculated inside her.
"Haah, haah."
With my cock still buried inside her, I leaned my head against the window along with her.
Hyun-kyung, turning her head to look up at me, gave a smile and wiggled her hips.
"Round two is possible right away, right?"
The stamina of an athlete is something else.
"Of course."
Breathing heavily, we shared another deep kiss.
*
Since Olivia’s party that day, the number of customers had increased exponentially.
Not only celebrities but people from all walks of life registered as members of our gym.
Perhaps because they were the wives and children of the wealthy and high-profile figures in politics and business.
They’re all beauties.
Every single one of them was stunning enough to catch the eye.
I liked it.
They would surely provide me with pleasure in many ways.
Even now, those under hypnosis were exercising with slightly vacant eyes.
Who would know?
That their daughters and wives were shaking their breasts and working out in front of me in outfits that barely covered their skin.
"CEO, it’s time for you to head to the studio. There isn't much time left before the scheduled meeting and test shoot with the ad models."
"Is it that time already?"
"Yes."
I spoke to Miju, who was diligently looking after the members.
"Miju, I’ll leave things here to you. Please take good care of training the new trainers as well."
"Got it!"
Miju smiled brightly.
Beside her, new members and trainers were collapsed.
They were all sprawled with their legs open, dripping vaginal fluids.
"Everyone, you need to build more stamina to satisfy men! Trainers are no exception!"