"Hoo, hngh...!"
"Come on, one more! Just three more times, Seon-ho! Put a little more into it!"
"Hoo, hraaaagh...!!"
Today's evening workout session with Choi Marie continued as usual.
Using practical exam prep as an excuse, she had me in her iron grip once again. To live up to her expectations, I desperately pulled my face up over the pull-up bar.
"Haa, haa, haa..."
"Okay, one last time! Just once more and you can rest, so give it one more go!"
"Hngh, aaaagh!!"
"Oh, looking good? Keep that momentum and do one more! Come on, fighting!"
...Seriously, just you wait until assistant training ends later. How many times have I fallen for that "one last time" line?
At least she's right in front of me, bouncing around in her sports bra for some eye candy, so I put up with it. If it were a guy, I'd have quit this crap ages ago.
"Hngh, haaaaa...!!"
-Thud.
"Haa, haa, haa..."
"Aw, so close. Just one more and it would've been perfect..."
...Patience, hold it together. Thinking about pounding her senseless later makes this totally bearable.
I endured the humiliation by imagining spanking those thighs and ass in front of me until they glowed pink like her tights.
"That was really my limit, sunbae..."
"Yeah, looks like it. Still, way better than that scrawny state you were in before."
"I did say I wanted to build stamina, but training me to your level is too much—I can't keep up. For starters, I don't have physical enhancement powers like you."
"Obviously not my standard. Pull-ups aren't even 10% of my level, kid."
"..."
Choi Marie really needs to get a grasp on average human fitness levels. No wonder she always charges ahead alone during group drills with other students—her personality makes coordination a pain.
As I shook off the fatigue, wondering if that stamina would hold up when I finally plunged into her, she suddenly remembered something and asked about my ability.
"By the way, what's your power again, junior? I think I only heard it's from the Combat Support Department."
"It's a buff."
"A buff? Not physical enhancement?"
"More precisely, a mental buff. It doesn't boost strength or mana or anything—it helps control emotional instability."
"Hmm... But is that really necessary? Can't you just toughen up your mindset for mental stuff?"
She's got some nerve saying that after clashing with other departments over her lone-wolf attitude.
Of course, she doesn't see her own arrogance as a problem yet, so she can act like this.
"Some people need it. Plenty of hunter trainees freeze up or shake in terror when real monsters appear."
"Oh, right. Yeah, there were kids like that. What a joke—sign up to be hunters and then act like that."
"Just buffing them with courage makes their combat efficiency skyrocket. Once they face monsters a few times and get used to it, they'll eventually pull their weight without my buffs."
"Hearing it like that, it sounds kinda useful. But won't it be worthless by graduation? Everyone gets used to monsters and fights fine on their own."
"It's not just for courage. I'm using a mental stamina buff right now just to keep from collapsing during these workouts."
"Ah... If it works like that, yeah, super practical. You're smarter than you look, Seon-ho."
...Why not just say I'm smart? What's with the "than you look"?
Of course, she wasn't entirely wrong. Cha Eun-ju had been facing hologram monsters for days and wasn't trembling at goblin holograms anymore.
By graduation, the heroines might not need my buffs, as she said... but by then, they'd be hooked on something else and stuck by my side.
Even the cocky Choi Marie yapping in front of me now would be one of them.
"Anyway, sunbae, you really need to consider average fitness levels. Twenty strict pull-ups without physical enhancements? That's superhuman."
"Nah, not that crazy. And be grateful—this is premium PT from a pretty sunbae like me. You couldn't buy this anywhere."
"...Fine, I'll admit you're pretty."
"Good boy. I'm brightening up your dull days training face-to-face with that other dude every day, so appreciate it."
"Huh?"
Other dude? What the hell?
...Oh, right. Choi Marie doesn't know my practical partner is Cha Eun-ju.
"Thanks, but the friend I'm doing the exam with is a girl."
"...Huh?"
"We got close sitting next to each other during the written exam. She has monster phobia too, so my power's perfect for her—we teamed up."
"...Oh, okay."
Her reaction's kinda off...
The moment I said my practical partner was a girl, Choi Marie clammed up.
And that displeased vibe. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but...
'Is she jealous?'
Pure speculation, of course. She probably doesn't have romantic feelings for me yet.
But it might irk her that someone else knows about the 'useful Support Department junior' she thought was her secret at the academy.
"Is she pretty?"
"Uh... yeah, she is?"
"...Prettier than me?"
"Why turn it into a competition? We're just taking the entrance exam together—looks don't matter."
"I'm curious, dude. Prettier than me or not?"
"Obviously you're prettier. You seriously asking that?"
"...Really? Saying that to make me like you, but telling her she's prettier to her face?"
"Come on, don't be like that."
...Obviously I'd tell Cha Eun-ju she's the prettiest to her face.
Shamelessness is key to owning multiple slaves.
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"Show me your breasts, Cha Eun-ju."
"..."
Day five of training—which was basically just assistant sessions in disguise by now.
The moment hypnosis kicked in, her face flushed beet red at my blunt demand, and she froze solid.
"Sh-show my... b-breasts? D-do I have to take my clothes off?"
"No need to strip fully. Just unzip your tracksuit top and lift your inner shirt to show me."
"...O-okay."
-Ziiiip.
She bashfully obeyed my command to expose her breasts right there, fumbling carefully.
Since I'd already groped them, showing was no big deal anymore. Her step-by-step corruption made judgment calls hazy—perfect for training.
-Rustle.
"Hngh, hnghh..."
Cha Eun-ju fully unzipped her tracksuit top, then slowly lifted her white t-shirt underneath.
The massive breasts and bra beneath the shirt, pulled up to her neckline, instantly assaulted my eyes.
"..."
"Hoo, hoo, haa... haaah..."
She let out shallow breaths repeatedly, finally yanking the last bit up.
Her huge tits dragged upward with it, then spilled out jiggling under their own weight—an indescribably lewd sight. For a girl whose only male experience was me groping her breasts, was this even okay?
-Jiggle.
"L-like this...?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Cha Eun-ju."
"N-no problem... I-I'm just doing it 'cause of the hypnosis..."
If true hypnosis existed, she probably wouldn't bother with the 'I'm hypnotized' act.
But trivial thoughts aside, her proudly displayed breasts right now were priority. I'd felt their violent softness yesterday barehanded, but visually? Unreal.
"They're really pretty, Cha Eun-ju."
"Mngh..."
"No lie—the most beautiful breasts in the world."
-Squish.
"Hngh, th-thanks..."
How many guys could grope tits and hear 'thanks' in response?
The familiar softness enveloped my fingers, amplified tenfold by the visuals.
Skipping actual training for this in the gym thrilled us both. Soundproofed and secure—no risk of getting caught.
-Squish.
"Eek, haaang...!"
-Squish, squish.
"Hnggght...! Hnngit, hnyaang...!!"
No holding back moans anymore—she started lewd right away.
With her tits out like this, stifling sounds was pointless anyway. She knew she was doing something shameful.
Exposed, pinpointing her erogenous zones was easy now. Like the pink areola around that cute nipple.
-Squish, squish.
"Hooht...!! Hit, haak...!!"
-Tap, tap. Rub, rub...
"Hngggghtt...!! Hiih, hi, hiyang...!! Hiyaaaang...!!"
Pinch the pink nipple areola between fingers and shake up-down, or tap the erect tip then twist it side-to-side.
More visual info made targeting easy, leading straight to her quick climax.
"Hoo, hoo, hrgggghhh...!!"
...Her orgasm reactions are so obvious anyone could tell.
Clamping thighs tight, heels up, body arched long—instinctively chasing max pleasure.
Her subculture savvy means solid lewd knowledge, despite zero male experience.
"Haa, hng, haaa..."
"..."
Two orgasms yesterday, so at least that today.
To ramp up intensity gradually, build on prior sessions by adding layers.
Just showing tits might not feel like escalation, so... time to push bolder.
"Eun-ju."
"Heh, he...?"
"Can I ask one favor?"
"...I-I'm hypnotized, so y-you don't need to ask favors...?"
"Then just one question. Answer honestly."
"...Yeah."
She sensed from experience that I was gearing up for something.
Even knowing, she couldn't flee and nodded—so I boldly asked to advance the next step.
"Your breasts are so pretty, Cha Eun-ju... Could I suck them just once with my mouth?"