Chapter 212 – Chapter 212

「Papapang, Papapang!」

I smiled heartily at Hwang Bona-young, who was pounding on the punching bag.
To be honest with her, even though she is a woman who would have done well without me, I felt proud of myself because I felt like I had completely returned to her usual self her.

‘He works really hard.’

Of course, with my semen still on it.
Also, even if you have recovered your physical strength and improved your physical abilities to some extent by having sex with me, it would not be easy to continue practicing like that.
Hwangbo and Nayoung focused exclusively on her boxing training except for appropriate breaks.

Maybe the way Nayoung and I chattered together would cause harm to the people around us.
Then, as an adult, I will have to intervene to some extent.

… I was thinking that.

There was no need for that.
Her break time her is also a break time only to rest her body her, and in the meantime, she also had the meticulousness of watching all the female boxers’ games participating in the Olympics.

[In fact, in Nayoung’s case, if she worked hard like that, she would have succeeded even if it wasn’t boxing. It’s just that she had a greater talent in boxing than in other fields.]

‘It’s a talent… In fact, there is such a thing as true innate talent.’

That was an undeniable fact.
Even if everyone did their best in the same way, in the same amount of time, and in the end, the ranks were divided.

[Mock exam average 8.7 grade]
[National percentile 1%]

I was in the top 1 percent in a different way.
Just because they can’t study doesn’t mean they don’t care when they see kids who study well getting excited? It can’t be.
Humans were animals that couldn’t be helped.
I’m not good enough, but when I see the person next to me looking good, unless I’m really a Bodhisattva, I can’t help but feel jealous and somewhat uncomfortable.
However, now, when I was young, I might not be able to tolerate those feelings and make mistakes.
I rationally realized that when I became an adult, I could overwhelm my instincts, so I just endured it.

[Still, Mr. Hyunwoo didn’t harm others in particular.]

‘I didn’t want to see that, so I ran away to the internet cafe in the middle of class, but in the end, it’s no different than causing damage to his parents.’

Now that I think about it, I wouldn’t run away from school in the name of getting rid of that dirty feeling, but I’d rather just turn off my mind and fall asleep.
Or, since I don’t even want to get to 1st place, I wonder if it would have been better to try to get to the middle at least.
However, when I went back to that time, I didn’t have the confidence to practice what I thought now.

‘Even if I go back in time and become a high school student, I don’t think my grades will change much.’

Anything is easy to say.
Thinking is easy.

What was difficult was putting those theories and imaginations into practice.
It is possible for anyone to lie in bed and have a delusion.
The really difficult thing was to get up out of bed and make it a reality like Nayoung.

“Papang!”

Still, that’s a bit harsh.

“I feel sorry for someone I haven’t met yet.”

Some kind of punching bag can’t absorb all the impact, so I can’t think of returning to shape after being crushed.
That’s also true, I thought the upper came up from the left, but it was because the right hook came in at the same time, preventing the impact from flowing in one direction.

“… If you get that wrong, your head and brain will flatten? Have I been hit with something like that?”

[Would you have been hit once or twice?]
[To be honest, Hyunwoo played a part in making Nayoung so strong. Hyeonu, who gets stronger at an appropriate speed, is a living punching bag… No, you gave me everything almost like a guinea pig. Honestly, if other martial arts players find a punching bag like Hyun-woo, they’d want to bring it, even if it cost hundreds of millions of dollars.]

‘Is that enough?’

[Still, I can be sure because I am more knowledgeable than Hyunwoo in terms of military power. Even if you talk about theories for 100 days and do shadow boxing, it’s worse than a ‘real fight’. When many warriors hit the wall of enlightenment for no reason, they are not trying to challenge the superpower or limit, even risking their own lives.]
[But, since Hyeon-woo pierced it through several times, it’s only natural that Na-young has already gone beyond the level of a modern man. Even the mental burden of him and even the physical strain were covered by Mr. Hyunwoo.]
[It’s because the genius of boxing monopolized all the opportunities, so it’s like that.]

「Paaaaa!」
“Puck, psss…」

“Hey, please put this away.”

Watching Hwang Bo-na-yeong tearing up the punching bag with her fists, I quietly shut my mouth. Didn’t someone tear it up with a cutter knife?

[Do not deny the reality.]
[Even if it’s not as good as the martial art of another world, boxing is also a martial art. If you reach the pinnacle of martial arts, anyone can do that.]
[You’ve already seen the goddess cut through time with her sword.]

Look at what
I’ve never seen that human draw a sword.

Even when dealing with her god of death, the Sword Goddess simply immobilized her god of death with her presence in her.

[Absolutely. For a god to recruit his recruits, something terrifying happens.]
[That’s why everyone is wearing their usual shells. In particular, in the case of the god of death, who is the king of one dimension and is in charge of the entire underworld, even if he only takes the form of a humanoid, the pressure is enough to strike the underworld with lightning. ]

‘That’s why he’s usually in the form of an owl.’

[That’s it.]
[Aren’t you motivated after hearing this?]

I shook my head.

‘Not at all.’

To be honest, things like school grades are somewhat realistic, so I’m jealous and feel uncomfortable.
How long do you cut it, and when you become a humanoid, lightning strikes…
Well, when I hear a story that has no reality, then I just don’t think of anything.
Either that or not.
It was a story that was far from me anyway.

“Nayeong-ah, let’s run slowly and today’s training is here… No, let’s finish it.”

I almost said Shima without realizing it.
I don’t mind wearing it normally, but let’s try to restrain ourselves a little bit with the hope that Korea will win at the Tokyo Olympics.

“Yes, brother.”
“What is it today? Let’s take a look around the Olympic Stadium. I’m curious. When I go to watch the game later, it is convenient to know the route in advance.”
“Yes.”

Anyway, there were only three arenas that I was interested in.
An indoor arena with a stage for Nayoung and an outdoor arena where soccer and archery, the sports I am interested in, are held.

[Hyunwoo, did you like soccer?]

‘Not really?’

Not too long ago, I was ignorant of the fact that overseas soccer leagues were divided. However, the current Republic of Korea is also a strong team, and there is a superstar, Shin Heung-min.
Furthermore, soccer during the Olympics or World Cup was also enjoyable to watch because the tension was great.
Korea is very strong in archery, so I also like it.

‘The problem is, I’m worried about how many other gold medals I can win…’

Still, since I won 10 at the last Olympics, wouldn’t it be about 12 this time? With such a small wish, I started running with Hwang Bona-young to organize the day.

“Whoa, whoa…”

I feel it every time I run next to Nayoung like that, but I feel the greatness of her chest. Even though I try to make my breasts as small as possible with a sports bra, when I try to run at a slight speed, it oscillates up and down.
When I see that, I want to go into the bushes in the park near the Olympic Stadium and attack them.
… I don’t think so, but even if I go to the hotel today, I think I should take off her clothes her and fuck her to the fullest.

‘Oh, I’m more excited today.’

I don’t like being beaten, but it was true that the taste of having sex with Hwang Bo Na-young in the ring was especially stimulating.
Seeing the woman who had been swinging her fists with bloody eyes as if she was going to kill me, bursting into her moaning her on her bed her asking for help, her sense of conquest and joy her as a man was no joke .

“Brother, in the park next to me, there is a giant slide that goes down from the top to the bottom, whoop, whoop…”
“Oh really? Wow, Japan also makes a lot of really strange things.”

I didn’t have any particular prejudice against Japan, nor did I hate it.
What I felt after traveling in person is that Japan is not a bad country.
Well, I don’t know if it would be different if I lived and lived in this country, but at least there were many comfortable parts of Japan to enjoy a trip.

‘Still, I like Korea the best.’

It seems that this is unavoidable.
I wonder if I’m a little naive about this, and I liked living in Korea no matter what.
Sunwoo Yerang is also such a person, so even if there is a limit to having a wedding, he has nailed it in advance that he has no intention of leaving Korea.

‘So I have to do even better…’

Ooh, something doesn’t come out as well as I thought.
I quit being a host, and money… Well, it’s not my money… Anyway, since my older sister is generous, I don’t have to worry about money as much as she takes care of everything.
It seemed like there was no time to feel free.

[Well, if you see his ‘comfort’, it’s because a woman crazy about sex opens all the time.]
[Eh, tsk. If it wasn’t for the semen from God’s blessing, if we had sex like that every day, Yerangi’s ■■ would have been destroyed long ago.]
[Jealous… No, she’s like a perverted woman.]

You would be the same
I bet you did too…

‘But, I still like it.’

So, Irene, I will definitely get you pregnant and bring you back.

Sunwoo Yerang, Hwang Bo Nayoung, and Irene.

In Korea, where these three and I have no choice but to live for the rest of our lives, we had to do something to hold our wedding ceremony proudly.
Something!

“…”

Right now, even if I think about breaking my head, nothing comes to mind, so let’s just focus on what’s in front of us.

“Hoo-wook, whoo-wook…”

After running for a while with Nayoung, I gradually slowed down.
Like us, a man who was taking pictures while checking the geography near the Olympics saw us and came running panting.

“I-over there… Aren’t you Hwang Bona-young, the Korean national women’s boxer?”

Since I met Koreans in Japan, I feel more welcome than meeting Koreans in Korea.
More than anything, she was so polite that she wasn’t Nayoung who would refuse to ask.

“Yes? Ah yes… You’re right. Thanks for noticing…”
“I will support you! Fighting. I hope you win the gold medal without being mentally shaken by malicious comments.”
“Yes? Oh, thank you… I will do my best.”
“Cheer up! Republic of Korea Fighting!”

After saying that, I tilted my head as I watched the Korean walk away with his head bowed.

‘Hate comments?’

Are you referring to the comments that were posted on the shorts video in the past?
Nayoung had just started her boxing and her face her was swollen.
No, I remember that I recently reported it and fed it so much that I took down the video.

“Let’s run.”
“Yes, brother.”

While I calmly continued my run, I secretly checked with one hand to see if there was any new news about Nayoung on the Internet.
And, I couldn’t help but open my eyes.

How did this happen?