episode_0044

“Mr. Maengho, are you okay?”

“Haah, I feel like I’m going to die. I can’t even put strength in my feet.”

The aftermath of the strenuous running was starting to show.

“Then I’ll go in quickly.”

Dit-dit-dit-dit. Jo-eun quickly pressed the password for the apartment. I entered her house with her support.

“Oh, I didn’t clean up, so it’s a bit dirty, just a moment.”

“Huh!”

Suddenly, Jo-eun’s face turned red, and she let go of me, heading into the living room. I’m fine….

“Don’t come in!”

At her words, I sat down near the shoe rack and slowly took off my shoes.

“Haah, it’s all done, so please come in.”

She had taken off even her cardigan, coming back towards the entrance. Hmm… that’s an appropriate attire.

“My legs won’t move.”

“Oh! Right.”

Actually, they could move now, but I waited until she came because I preferred her support.

“I’m sorry for today. What if the injury recurs?”

“It’s okay. Really. My body is tough.”

“Oh, important customers shouldn’t get injured because of me….”

She nervously seated me on the sofa.

“I’ll bring something to drink.”

“Oh, sure. But your house is bigger than I thought for someone living alone.”

“Oh, actually, my parents moved to their hometown. Strictly speaking, it’s not my house but my parents’ house. Hehe. Oh, drinks…. Oh! Mr. Maengho, what should we do? There’s no soda, only water and canned beer.”

Water and canned beer. If I had to choose between the two, of course, it would be the beer.

“Give me a beer. Haah.”

“But it’s still early…”

“It’s okay. Tomorrow is a rest day.”

“Is that so? Then I’ll give you a beer. Beer is refreshing, isn’t it?”

Jo-eun approached me with a beer.

“Mr. Maengho, is your thigh okay?”

“Ha, I pushed myself a bit too hard, so it tingles. Maybe because of the game today? Oh, I’m not usually this weak. Don’t misunderstand.”

“Yes, yes. Here, beer.”

Chirp, the cool beer releases steam. I don’t usually like alcohol, but not drinking beer after sweating on a hot day is a crime! I received the beer from Jo-eun.

“Ahh, it’s refreshing to drink after a long time.”

“You haven’t drunk in a while?”

“Yes, I’m an athlete and also attending school.”

“Oh, right. You were a high school student, Maengho? So, is this a crime?”

“Ah, you know everything already.”

“Just kidding, just kidding. Oh, let me see your thigh.”

“What? I’m a high school student.”

She jumped up at my suggestive joke and playfully hit me.

“Ouch! Don’t joke around! People with big muscles like you need to release them immediately when they strain them. If you get injured because of me, I might get cut off!”

She seemed genuinely worried. To reassure her a bit, I spoke up.

“It’s okay. I told you, my body is sturdy.”

“Still…. Oh! Let me give you a massage. I also have a sports massage certification. Muscles need to be released quickly!”

Massage? The memory of that intense first experience when I had sex with Hyojin noona after a massage flashed through my mind. Yes, we started with a massage back then. Thinking about that intense first experience made me feel a stirring sensation in my groin.

Snap! I shook off the stirring sensation in my groin! Not now!

“Mr. Maengho…?”

“Oh, I thought this might help loosen the muscles a bit.”

If I make a move here, I’ll definitely be kicked out. Not now!

“Indeed, it seems to be hurting. What should we do? Because of me…. I’ll finish my beer and give you a massage right away! But you still have to drink beer! Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

At her toast request, I unintentionally clinked my beer can with hers.

“Wow!”

It tastes delicious. Jo-eun drank the beer as if she were shooting a beer commercial, enjoying it too much.

“I think so.”

Gulp, gulp. The cool beer once again goes down my throat. Ahh, this taste.

“Your face is really red.”

“It’s because the alcohol is a bit weak. Hehehe. But I’m not drunk from just one can of beer! I can still give you a massage!”

“For someone like that, there was quite a lot of beer in the fridge.”

“Uh… well, it’s just that lately I haven’t been sleeping well because of that stalker guy earlier.”

“If he knew you had a knife, he wouldn’t have been able to get up at all.”

Doesn’t she know she’s a flower? I glanced at her slightly.

“What?! That’s too dangerous! Holding a knife and everything! I’m going to report you tomorrow!”

Nice! She seems unaware, right?

“And earlier, because of me… I’m sorry… If I had known there was a knife, I wouldn’t have asked Mr. Maengho for help…”

She approached me with an apologetic expression. The scent of alcohol emanated from her breath. Is she drunk?

“It’s okay. If it weren’t for me, today could have been dangerous, so thank you for calling me instead. I didn’t want to lose a good instructor like you.”

“Uh… yeah. Hehe. Should I start the massage now?”

Her face even redder than before, she placed the empty beer can on the table and pulled out a yoga mat from somewhere.

“Lie down. I’ll take care of you. I have a sports massage certification. Oh, did I mention that earlier?”

Is she really drunk?

“Then please.”

I lay down on the yoga mat she spread out.

“I’ll just pull your pants up a bit. Muscles need to be visible.”

Ms. Joe said that and placed her hands on my loose shorts. Perhaps due to holding the cold beer can, her cold hands touched my thigh. And she began pulling up my pants slowly.

Huh? Hey! Isn’t she pulling them up too much? Wait!

“Ouch! I’m sorry. Oh! This, um. Why here. No, this isn’t it. I’m sorry!”

As my loose shorts almost reached the end of my thighs, my glans became visible. Sensing her gaze, it gradually raised its head.

“Oh! This isn’t under my control. Please don’t just watch, pull my pants down!”

“Oh! Yes, um, sorry!!!”

“Ugh.”

She quickly pulled down my pants. However, her hasty touch brushed past my penis, which was already beyond my control, and it proudly stood erect. It was showcasing its impressive form to her.

“Wow….”

I had wanted to show her my penis at some point, but not like this today. I wanted to boast in a more romantic atmosphere….

“Don’t just admire it.”

“Oh, um, sorry. It’s my first time seeing something like this…. Um, are men usually this big?”

“Cough.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll pull your pants up. How high should I go?”

“I want my muscles to be as visible as possible…. Please.”

Sigh…. My body was already exposed. I just pulled up my pants to the end of my thighs. Damn, let it be what it will be.

“When will it go down?”

“It’ll go down on its own if you wait. But it might take a while, so let’s do the massage first….”

“Oh. Okay. But don’t sue me for sexual harassment! It was a genuine mistake!”

“Shouldn’t I be the one worrying about that?”

“Hehe, really? Anyway, let’s forget this happened. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh! Your thighs are really thick, just like an athlete’s.”

Ms. Joe observed my thighs closely to avoid awkwardness and made the comment. Unaware that such a gaze was further stimulating my penis.

“Let’s get started then.”

“Ugh.”

Her cold yet gentle hands stimulated the muscles of my thighs. Her hands enveloped my thighs, stimulating the spaces between the muscles.

“Ugh.”

But it hurts a bit!

“It’s okay! It’s supposed to hurt a little! It’s because my muscles are all knotted up!”

From the left thigh, gradually, and then the right thigh. Now warm hands, heated by massage, press against my thigh. She wasn’t lying when she said she had a sports massage certification; she was good at massages.

“Ouch. Your thigh is really tight.”

“You pushed yourself too hard today, didn’t you?”

“Oh, if I had left it alone and the injury recurred, it would have been a disaster. Seriously.”

Saying that, she focused on the massage again. Her concentration on something looked beautiful. But isn’t she quite young at twenty-three? A Pilates instructor with a sports massage certification at that age…

“Why did you get a sports massage certification instead of something else? For being a Pilates instructor and having a sports massage certification…”

“Well, when I was young, I was a gymnast. Not on the parallel bars or anything like that. Rhythmic gymnastics. You know rhythmic gymnastics? Twirling ribbons and such. But due to injuries, I had to learn Pilates and sports massage for rehabilitation. Well, I lacked talent and had to quit gymnastics due to injuries. Then I felt lost. All I knew was exercise.”

“Oh… that’s unfortunate. Injuries are risky, especially for people like us.”

So, was she so sensitive about injuries?

“After high school, I was lost about what to do with my life. The Pilates instructor who helped me with rehabilitation, our center director, suggested I pursue this path. So, I started working right away at twenty with the sports massage certification just in case. It turned out well, right? I can provide massages now. Anyway, I’ve been running like crazy from twenty until now. I thought I might end up with a great boyfriend if I pursued this career.”

“That’s good.”

“Did you get injured?”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

“Haha. Just kidding.”

Thud. At that moment, I felt the warmth of water on my thigh. When I raised my head slightly, I saw tears falling from her eyes. Damn, did I make a mistake? She was pressing on my thigh while shedding tears.

“Sigh. This… Oh, I don’t usually do this… Is it because I drank beer?”

She must have felt my gaze because she wiped her tears and forced a smile. Even with tears streaming down her face, she continued massaging my thigh without stopping, making her look even more beautiful. I wanted to wipe those tears away.

“Sigh?”

I sat up, stole a glance at her eyes with my hand. I could feel the soft touch of her cheek and the warmth of her tears.

“Don’t cry. I’m sorry. I brought up unnecessary things…”

“No, it’s not because of that. It’s because if Mr. Maengho got injured like me…”

She looked at me with teary eyes.

“Damn it, I can’t stand this anymore.”

I lowered the hand that was wiping her tears and moved closer to her. Our eyes met. Eye contact. As our faces drew closer, her eyes slowly closed.

I could feel the softness of Jooeun’s lips against mine. After a brief touch, we both looked at each other simultaneously.

“If you didn’t want it, you would have refused to come with me…”

“…If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t have asked me to come with you…”