Chapter 44 – Episode 44. Yoo Jo Eun (3)

“Mr. Mengho, are you okay?”

“Hey, I think I’m back. I have no strength in my feet.”

The aftermath of excessive running was gradually appearing.

“Then I’ll go in quickly.”

T-D-D-D-D-DIC. Jo Eun quickly dialed the apartment’s password. I went into her house with her help.

“Oh, it’s a bit dirty because it hasn’t been cleaned, but wait.”

“What!”

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

“You can’t come in!”

At her words, I sat down on the side of her shoe rack and slowly took off her shoes.

“Haa, it’s done, come in.”

As if she had finished cleaning her house, she took off her cardigan and came toward her front door again. Well…. It’s a good outfit.

“I can’t move my legs.”

“Ah! Right.”

Actually, she could move now, but she preferred to be supported by her, so she waited until she came.

“Because of me, I’m sorry today. What if the injury recurs?”

“It’s okay. Really. One body is born.”

“Ah, I shouldn’t have injured an important customer because of me….”

Restlessly, she sat me down on her couch.

“I’ll bring you something to drink.”

“Ah yes. But is your house bigger than you thought? You live alone.”

“Oh, actually, my parents went back to their hometown. Technically, it’s not my house, it’s my parents’ househeheOh, and the drinks…. Oh! Mr. Meng-ho, what should I do? No drinks, only water and canned beer.”

Water and cans. If you had to choose between the two, of course it would be CanMac.

“A beer, please. Ha.”

“You are still a player….”

“It’s okay. Tomorrow is the day off.”

“Okay? Then I’ll give you beer. After all, the beer is cold, right?”

Jo Eun came to me with a beer.

“Mr. Mengho, are your thighs okay?”

“Ha, I was a little overworked, so it’s tingling. Is it because of Gyeonggi-do today? Oh, I’m not really that weak. Do not misunderstand.”

“Yes Yes. Now, beer.”

Chiik, cold beer exudes steam. I don’t like alcohol in the first place, but it’s a crime not to drink beer after sweating on such a hot day! I was handed a beer by Mr. Joeun.

“Keuuu, it’s been a long time since I’ve been drinking it, so it’s refreshing.”

“Have you been drinking for a long time?”

“Yes, because I am an athlete and I am attending school.”

“Oh right. Maeng-ho was a high school student, right? So, is this a crime?”

“Ah, knowing everything about being in a hurry.”

“Jokes, jokes. Oh, look at my thighs.”

“Yes? What, I’m a high school student.”

At my dirty joke, she jumped up and hit her hand.

“Ah! Don’t joke! They say that people with big muscles like Maeng-ho should loosen up right away when they overdo it. If you get injured because of me, I might get fired!”

It seemed that I was quite worried. I brought her out to reassure her a bit.

“It’s okay. You said you had a strong body.”

“Still…. Ah! I’ll give you a massage. I also have a sports massage license. Muscles need to be released quickly!”

Massage? Speaking of massage, it reminds me of the first time I had sex with Hyejin noona. Yeah, she started with massages back then too. She felt her cock twitch as she thought of her first experience, which was intense.

Match! I hit the wriggling cock! Not now!

“Mr. Meng-ho… ?”

“Ah, I thought this would loosen up the muscles a little.”

If you build it here, you will be kicked out at 100%. Not now!

“As expected, it looks like it hurts. What should I do? Because of me…. I’ll drink all the beer and give you a massage right away! You still have to drink beer! Come on, voila!”

“Braided!”

At her request for a toast, I unknowingly bumped her and her beer can.

“Kyaa!”

Drink deliciously too. Joeun enjoyed the beer as if she were shooting a beer commercial.

‘Me too.’

Gulp. The cold beer runs down your throat once more. Big. It tastes like this

“Your face is very red.”

“Because I’m a bit weak. Ehehe. Still, I’m not drunk on a can of beer! I can do enough massages!”

“There were quite a few beers in the fridge for that matter.”

“Eww…. Well, I haven’t been able to sleep lately because of that stalker.”

“That bastard, if I knew there was a knife, I would have completely killed her so she wouldn’t wake up.”

You probably don’t know it’s a flower, right? I glanced at her.

“Yes?! It’s too dangerous! You even have a real knife! I’m going to report it tomorrow!”

Nice! You don’t seem to know

“And because of me, really…. Sorry…. If I knew you had a knife, I wouldn’t have asked Maengho….”

She came to my side and apologized to her with a look that looked like she was going to cry. The scent of her alcohol wafts from her breath. Are you drunk?

“It’s okay. If it wasn’t for me, today would have been dangerous, but thank you for calling me instead. I didn’t want to lose an instructor who taught me so well.”

“Ah…. Eww…. YesheheShall we do a massage then?”

Her face was even redder than before, and she put her empty can of beer on her table and brought out a yoga mat from somewhere.

“Lie down. I’ll do my best. I have a sports massage license. Oh, did I tell you earlier?”

Did you see that you were drunk?

“Then please.”

I lay down on her stretched out yoga mat.

“Then I’ll raise my pants a bit. You have to show your muscles well.”

Joeun said that and put her hand on my wide-legged shorts. A cold hand touches my thigh, probably because I grabbed a beer can. And he started pulling up his pants. The pants go up slowly.

Uh? Uh! Isn’t that too high? For a moment!

“Ah! I’m sorry. Ah! This is it, wow why are you here no, not this one sorry!”

My oversized shorts went up almost to my thighs, exposing my glans. She began to raise her head more and more, as if she could feel his gaze as well.

“Ah! This is not something I can control. Don’t just watch, pull your pants down!”

“Oh! Yes, ah, ah sorry!!!”

“Ugh.”

She quickly lowered her pants. But that quick touch brushed past my cock, which was already out of my control and raised her head. Already her guy was showing off his own spunk to her.

“Wow….”

I wanted to show her my cock someday, but today, it wasn’t like this. She wanted to show off in a more moody atmosphere….

“Don’t just admire it.”

“Ah, this is, sorry. It’s the first time I’ve seen this…. Ah, are men really this big?”

“Kuhm.”

“Ah. Sorry.”

“I will put my pants on. How high would you like it to go?”

“Your muscles show their full potential…. Please.”

Under…. The body you see anyway. I just pulled my pants up to my thighs. Damn it, let it be

“That… , When will it sink?”

“Just wait and it will subside on its own. But it takes a little longer, so massage first….”

“Ah. Okay. But you can’t sue this for sexual harassment! A real mistake!”

“Shouldn’t I rather worry about that?”

“Ehehe, is that so? So, this is a mistake. By forgetting each other from memory. OK?”

“OK.”

“Five! As expected of a player, her thighs are really thick.”

Joeun said while observing his thighs closely to avoid awkwardness. Not knowing that that kind of gaze stimulates my cock more.

“Then let’s begin.”

“Ugh.”

Her cold but gentle hands tickle her thigh muscles. Her hands wrap around my thighs, stimulating the muscles between them.

“Ugh.”

But it hurts a bit!

“It’s okay! Originally a little sick! It’s because the muscles are tight!”

Step by step from the left thigh, then the right thigh. Now, her hands, warmed by the massage, pat my thighs. She was good at massage, whether it was a lie to say that she had a sports massage license.

“Ugh. Your thighs are tight.”

“Did you push yourself too hard today?”

“Oh, if you leave it alone and the injury recurs. It was going to be a big deal. Really.”

Having said that, she began to indulge in her massage again. She looked beautiful when she was absorbed in something. But isn’t twenty-three pretty young? A Pilates instructor and a sports massage license at that age….

“By the way, why did you get a sports massage license? From a Pilates instructor to a sports massage license….”

“Sorry. Actually, I was a gymnast when I was younger. It’s not like riding an iron bar. Rhythmic gymnastics. Do you know rhythmic gymnastics? Turning clubs and stuff like that. However, while recovering from an injury, I learned Pilates and sports massage. Well, I don’t have any talent, and I gave up gymnastics because of an injury. After that, it was very frustrating. All I learned was exercise.”

“Ah…. That’s sad. Yes, injuries are dangerous. Especially for people like us.”

Is that why you’re so sensitive to injuries?

“After graduating from high school, it was difficult to live, but the Pilates instructor who helped me rehabilitate, so the director of our center recommended it, so I thought I was right, so I got a job right away at the age of 20. I didn’t know about the sports massage license, so I got it at that time. Are you good? You can also give me a massage like this. Anyway, that’s why I’ve been running like crazy since I was 20. If I had known that a stalker would turn out like this, I would have dated a nice boyfriend.”

“Good for you.”

“Are you injured?”

“No, I don’t mean that….”

“Whoops. It’s a joke.”

Pop. Then she felt the warm water on her thighs. Raising her head slightly, she saw tears falling from her eyes. Damn, did I make a mistake? She held my thighs while shedding tears.

“Huh. This. Oh, I’m not normally like this…. Is it because you drank beer?”

She wiped away her tears and smiled awkwardly, perhaps feeling my gaze. Seeing her not stopping to massage my thighs while shedding her tears makes her look even more beautiful. I want to wipe away those tears

“Huh?”

I raised her upper body and wiped her eyes with her hand. I feel the soft cheeks and the warm tears.

“Do not cry. I’m sorry. I brought out a useless story….”

“No. It’s not because of that, but because of me, if Maeng-ho gets injured like me….”

She said, looking at me with her tear-soaked eyes.

‘Ha, fuck, I can’t stand it.’

I lowered her hand, which had been wiping away her tears, and moved closer to her. And she meets her eyes and mine. Eye contact. A second passes like a minute, and as I approach my face, her eyes slowly close.

I feel the touch of Jo Eun’s soft lips on my lips. Her slight contact ended, and she and I looked at each other at the same time.

“Tell me if you don’t like it.”

“… If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have asked to go with you….”