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OC X TZUYU
The gym, reserved solely for Tzuyu's private session, hummed with an intimate stillness as the trio stepped inside. Tzuyu, a vision of sculpted allure, wore skin-tight black leggings that hugged her firm, rounded ass and slender thighs, the fabric so snug it traced the faint outline of her thong beneath. Her matching sports bra clung to her perky breasts, the thin material accentuating her hardened nipples, barely concealed as she moved. Her long, raven hair swayed in a high ponytail, brushing the sweat-slicked curve of her neck. With a focused glint in her eyes, she headed straight for the free weights, her hips swaying with each deliberate step, the leggings stretching taut over her toned calves.
Choi Hyuk, trailing behind, couldn't peel his eyes from her. Every flex of her biceps as she lifted the dumbbells sent a jolt through him, his gaze lingering on the smooth expanse of her midriff, where a bead of sweat trailed down to the waistband of her leggings. He imagined the heat of her skin, the way her pussy might pulse under those tight layers, wet and inviting. Settling onto a treadmill, he watched her squat, the leggings straining against her plump ass, the sight making his cock twitch in his shorts. Her elegance, even mid-lift, was a tease, her body a perfect blend of strength and sensuality.
Kiho, ever the opportunist, claimed a spot near Tzuyu, his loose tank top slipping to reveal the cut of his abs as he curled a barbell. His eyes flicked to her constantly, drinking in the way her sports bra shifted, exposing the soft undercurve of her tits. Between sets, he flashed her a grin, his voice low and suggestive. "Looking good, Tzuyu-ah," he called, his tone dripping with intent. She smirked, ignoring him, her focus unwavering as she transitioned to a deadlift, her ass jutting out, the leggings outlining her pussy lips so clearly Kiho's breath hitched.
Suddenly, Kiho dropped to the mat, clutching his calf with a dramatic groan. "Fuck, Tzuyu-ah, I think I pulled something," he whined, his face contorted in mock pain, though his eyes gleamed with mischief. Tzuyu, setting down her weights, sighed but knelt beside him, her hands hesitating before pressing into his calf. Her fingers, slender and firm, kneaded the muscle, her touch slow and deliberate, sending a shiver through Kiho. The sight of her leaning over him, her sports bra gaping slightly to reveal the swell of her breasts, made Choi Hyuk's pulse race, his cock hardening against his thigh.
Choi Hyuk, still on the treadmill, watched the scene unfold, his mind racing. He knew Kiho's game—having fucked Momo's tight pussy, Jihyo's eager mouth, Dahyun's dripping cunt, and Sana's writhing body, Kiho was a predator in this game. But Tzuyu? She was different. Private, introverted, her walls built high. Her quiet grace, the way she guarded her desires, made her untouchable. Choi Hyuk was certain Kiho's charm would falter here, that Tzuyu's reserved nature would keep her pussy out of reach, no matter how slick Kiho's moves or how hard his cock strained for her.
Choi Hyuk's breath caught in his throat as Tzuyu's hands slid higher, her slender fingers now kneading Kiho's inner thigh with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The gym's dim lights cast a sheen on her sweat-slicked skin, her black leggings stretched so tight they seemed painted on, outlining the plump curve of her pussy lips. She leaned forward, her sports bra dipping low, giving Kiho an unobstructed view of her perky tits, the rosy edge of a nipple peeking out as the fabric strained. Her ass, high and taut, pointed directly at Choi Hyuk, the leggings clinging to every contour, the faint pink of her thong visible through the sheer material. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, the sight of her juicy ass swaying slightly as she worked making him gulp hard, his throat dry.
Tzuyu's focus remained on Kiho, her introverted nature seemingly melting under the guise of helping. "Does this feel better, oppa?" she asked softly, her voice a sultry whisper, her fingers pressing deeper into his thigh, dangerously close to his groin. Kiho's grin was wolfish, his eyes locked on the creamy valley of her cleavage, her tits practically spilling out as she leaned closer. "Fuck, Tzuyu-ah, you're a miracle," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, his cock visibly straining against his shorts. Her touch lingered, her nails grazing his skin, sending a shiver through him that Choi Hyuk could almost feel from across the room.
Choi Hyuk's mind reeled, shock rooting him to the treadmill. Tzuyu, the private, untouchable idol, was unraveling before his eyes, her body a provocative display of contradictions—her ass offered to him, yet her attention and those perfect, round tits gifted to Kiho. Her ponytail swayed, brushing the small of her back, where a bead of sweat trickled down to the waistband of her leggings, disappearing where he imagined her pussy, wet and pulsing, waited. He swallowed again, his heart pounding, torn between disbelief and raw desire as Tzuyu's hands worked higher, her shy facade crumbling under the weight of Kiho's brazen hunger.
Tzuyu's fingers dug deeper into Kiho's inner thigh, her touch firm yet teasing, grazing the edge of his shorts where his cock strained, a thick bulge pulsing under the thin fabric. Her black leggings hugged her ass so tightly that Choi Hyuk could see the faint outline of her pussy lips, plump and inviting, as she shifted her weight, her hips swaying subtly. The sports bra barely contained her tits, the material stretched taut, her nipples now fully hardened and pressing against the fabric, a dark shadow visible through the black. She leaned closer to Kiho, her breath warm and uneven, her glossy lips parting slightly as she murmured, "Is this helping, oppa?" Her voice was a low purr, laced with a heat that sent a jolt straight to Choi Hyuk's throbbing cock.
Kiho's hand grazed her wrist, a bold move, his fingers lingering as he groaned, "Fuck, Tzuyu-ah, you're too good at this." His eyes devoured her cleavage, the soft mounds of her tits swaying with each knead of her hands, the sports bra slipping lower to reveal the flushed, creamy skin above her nipples. Her ass, still pointed at Choi Hyuk, arched higher as she adjusted her stance, the leggings so sheer he could imagine the slickness of her cunt, her thong soaked with arousal. Choi Hyuk's mouth went dry, his grip tightening on the treadmill's handles, his erection aching as he watched her body move, a perfect blend of innocence and raw sexuality.
Tzuyu's eyes flicked up to meet Kiho's, a spark of something bold in her usually shy gaze, her cheeks flushed with exertion or desire—or both. Her fingers brushed dangerously close to his cock, the heat of her touch making Kiho's hips twitch involuntarily. Choi Hyuk, frozen, could only stare as her ass swayed, the curve of her hips a taunting invitation, her pussy's outline a promise he couldn't touch. His shock deepened, the private Tzuyu he thought untouchable now unraveling, her body a lewd display for Kiho's hungry gaze, her tits and attention his, while her ass teased Choi Hyuk's every filthy fantasy.
Tzuyu's eyes flicked toward Choi Hyuk, catching his intense stare in the gym's mirrored wall, his gaze burning into her. With a subtle shift in her demeanor, she eased her hands off Kiho's thigh, leaving him sprawled on the mat, his cock straining hard against his shorts, a visible tent pulsing with unspent need. "You'll be fine, oppa," she said softly, her voice teasing yet distant, as she rose gracefully and sauntered back to the stretching area. Her black leggings clung to her round ass, the fabric so tight it outlined her pussy lips, slick with the faintest hint of arousal soaking through her pink thong. The sports bra hugged her perky tits, nipples still stiff, poking through as she moved.
Facing away from Choi Hyuk, Tzuyu settled onto the leg press machine, her back to him but her front fully visible in the overhead mirror. She began lifting, her thighs flexing as she pushed the weight, her leggings stretching to reveal the smooth curve of her hips. In the mirror, Choi Hyuk could see her cleavage, the sports bra dipping low, her creamy tits bouncing slightly with each rep, the flushed skin between them glistening with sweat. Her lips parted, a soft exhale escaping as she worked, her ponytail swaying against her neck, where a bead of sweat trickled down to her collarbone.
Choi Hyuk's cock throbbed painfully, his eyes locked on the mirror's reflection of her front—her toned abs contracting, the subtle jiggle of her tits, the way her thighs spread slightly, hinting at the heat of her cunt beneath the taut fabric. Her ass, pressed against the machine's seat, was a cruel tease from behind, but the mirror offered a front-row view of her sensuality, her body a deliberate performance. Kiho, still on the mat, adjusted his shorts with a frustrated groan, his boner unrelieved, while Tzuyu's focus on her workout seemed to taunt them both, her shy facade now a weapon of seduction.
Tzuyu paused mid-rep, glancing over her shoulder with a flicker of concern in her eyes. But before she could fully turn or offer assistance, Kiho, with surprising agility, had pushed himself up from the mat and was now hovering behind her as she sat on the leg press. Under the guise of checking on her workout form, he leaned in close, his hips pressed against the small of her back.
Choi Hyuk, still clutching his ankle and feigning pain, watched through narrowed eyes as Kiho subtly began to rub his hardened cock against Tzuyu's back while she continued her leg presses, seemingly oblivious or perhaps choosing to ignore the pressure against her. Kiho's hands were placed on either side of her, ostensibly to offer support, but Choi Hyuk could see the suggestive tension in his posture, the slight rocking of his hips against her. Tzuyu's ponytail flicked against Kiho's face with each rep, and a smirk played on Kiho's lips as he savored the illicit contact.
As Kiho pressed his hardened length against her back, Tzuyu's breathing hitched almost imperceptibly. A faint blush, barely noticeable under the gym lights, crept up her neck. Her grip on the handles of the leg press tightened momentarily, and the smooth, controlled rhythm of her reps faltered just for a single count before she resumed, her focus seeming to intensify on the exercise.
However, her gaze, which had flickered briefly towards Choi Hyuk's dramatic display, now remained fixed straight ahead, but with a subtle shift. Her eyes, though appearing to be concentrating on her form in the mirror, held a newfound stillness, a flicker of something akin to awareness that went beyond the physical exertion of her workout. She didn't acknowledge Kiho's presence with any verbal cue or direct movement, but the subtle tension in her shoulders, the almost imperceptible deepening of her breath, hinted at a response to the pressure against her back that Choi Hyuk, still feigning injury on the floor, couldn't quite decipher. Her earlier concern for Choi Hyuk seemed to have vanished, replaced by an inner focus that felt charged with a different kind of energy, one that emanated from the close proximity of Kiho's blatant arousal.
Choi Hyuk, still pretending to nurse his injured ankle, kept a close watch on Tzuyu and Kiho. With Tzuyu's back resolutely turned towards him, Kiho, emboldened by her subtle earlier reaction, made a brazen move. He reached down and, with a swift tug, freed his thick, hard cock from his shorts, holding it close to Tzuyu's mouth and cheek.
Choi Hyuk's eyes widened in disbelief at Kiho's audacity. He could see the shock flicker across Tzuyu's face in the mirrored reflection. Her eyes darted around nervously, and her breath hitched audibly this time. She quickly glanced towards Choi Hyuk, her expression a mixture of panic and something he couldn't quite read.
Leaning his face close to Kiho's ear, Tzuyu whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with urgency, "Oppa, what if Choi Hyuk sees us?" Her words confirmed her awareness of Kiho's actions and her concern about being discovered by Choi Hyuk. Her focus had completely shifted to Kiho, her workout forgotten in the face of his blatant display.
Kiho smirked, his eyes flicking towards Choi Hyuk, who was still on the mat feigning injury. "Don't worry, Tzuyu-ah," he whispered back, his voice laced with a playful arrogance. "He's too busy pretending to be hurt to notice the real action." He then moved his cock slightly, letting the head brush against Tzuyu's cheek, the smooth, hot skin a stark contrast to her cool sweat-dampened face.
Tzuyu's breath hitched again, her eyes widening slightly. She pressed her lips together, a mixture of panic and a strange sort of nervous excitement flickering across her features. She subtly angled her head, just a fraction, her gaze dropping for a fleeting second to Kiho's thick shaft, her nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly before she quickly looked away.
Kiho chuckled softly, pleased by her reaction. He then leaned closer again, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice even lower this time, laced with a suggestive promise, "Maybe if he could see, he'd realize why you're really breathless." His fingers then subtly grazed the edge of her sports bra, the thin fabric doing little to conceal the hard peak of her nipple
Kiho's fingers, emboldened by Tzuyu's lack of outright rejection, slid further down her sports bra, his nail gently scraping against the skin just above her nipple. Tzuyu flinched subtly, her breath catching again, but she didn't say anything, her gaze still fixed on her reflection in the mirror, oblivious to the wider view it offered.
"He's probably wondering what's taking you so long," Kiho whispered, his voice a low, suggestive hum against her ear, referring to Choi Hyuk still on the mat. "Should I give him a show? A little preview of what you and I could be doing instead of you pretending to help his fake injury." He moved his cock again, pressing the length of it more firmly against her back, the hard ridge unmistakable through her thin workout top.
Tzuyu pressed her lips together even tighter, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. She finally broke her gaze from directly ahead, her eyes flicking nervously to the side in the mirror, but she only caught a glimpse of her own profile and Kiho's face close to hers. She didn't see the full reflection that clearly showed Kiho's exposed erection and the suggestive pressure against her back.
"Oppa, please," she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, undeniable thrill. "Someone could see."
"Someone is seeing, Tzuyu-ah," Kiho chuckled, his eyes flicking towards the overhead mirror, though his words were meant to tease her. He then leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "But you don't know who, do you?" His fingers then subtly squeezed her breast through the fabric of her sports bra, his thumb lingering on her now fully hardened nipple.
Meanwhile, Choi Hyuk's jaw was clenched tight as he watched the entire scene unfold in the overhead mirror. The angle was perfect, giving him a clear, unobstructed view of Kiho's exposed cock pressed against Tzuyu's back. He could see the subtle tension in Tzuyu's posture, the nervous glances in the mirror that didn't quite capture the full picture. His own cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, a frustrating mix of arousal and anger building within him as he witnessed Kiho's blatant exploitation of the situation
As Kiho leaned closer, his cock still presented near her face, Tzuyu's gaze flickered downwards again, this time lingering for a fraction longer. A daring thought seemed to cross her mind. With a nervous glance towards where she vaguely remembered Choi Hyuk being, she made a subtle, incredibly risky move. As if adjusting her breathing, she tilted her head back almost imperceptibly, and her lips parted just enough to briefly graze the head of Kiho's hard cock. It was a fleeting touch, a whisper of moist heat, but enough to send a jolt through Kiho.
He inhaled sharply, his grip tightening almost involuntarily on the leg press machine behind her. Tzuyu quickly returned her head to its previous position, her eyes wide and fixed on her reflection, her chest rising and falling rapidly. It was a small, incredibly sneaky act, a moment of forbidden intimacy stolen right under the nose of another man.
Unbeknownst to Tzuyu, Choi Hyuk, still on the mat, had witnessed the entire thing in the overhead mirror. His eyes widened in shock and a surge of intense arousal. He saw the slight tilt of her head, the subtle parting of her lips, the unmistakable contact with Kiho's erect penis. The image was seared into his mind – the private, seemingly shy Tzuyu engaging in such a brazenly sexual act. His cock throbbed with a renewed intensity, his earlier frustration now mingled with a potent mix of disbelief and unadulterated lust. He watched, frozen, as Tzuyu continued her leg presses, her face betraying nothing of the secret, sensual moment that had just transpired, completely unaware of the all-encompassing view offered by the mirror above.
Kiho, emboldened by Tzuyu's fleeting taste of his cock, smirked down at her, his eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence. He subtly adjusted his stance behind her on the leg press, his hips now positioned directly against her back. With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to move his hips back and forth, the hard ridge of his thick, large cock sliding against Tzuyu's cheek.
Tzuyu's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly in the mirror. The smooth, hot skin of his erection brushed against her face, a stark reminder of the forbidden intimacy they were sharing. She pressed her lips together tightly, a mixture of panic and a strange, undeniable thrill coursing through her. She kept her gaze fixed on her reflection, trying to appear focused on her workout, but the rhythmic contact against her face was incredibly distracting, sending shivers of nervous excitement down her spine.
Kiho increased the amplitude of his movements, his cock now sliding across her lips with each thrust of his hips. Tzuyu's nostrils flared, and she could feel the heat radiating from his groin. The sensation was both shocking and undeniably arousing, a blatant display of his desire right under the nose of their oblivious manager. She risked a glance to the side in the mirror, trying to gauge if Choi Hyuk might have noticed, but from her angle, she couldn't see him. The risk of being caught only amplified the thrill of the moment, a secret, sensual dance being performed in the sterile environment of the gym.
As Kiho continued to move his hips, his thick cock sliding back and forth against her cheek and lips, Tzuyu's initial apprehension began to morph into a daring excitement. Thinking Choi Hyuk's attention was still fixed on his faux injury, she felt a sense of being able to indulge in this forbidden game without consequence. A mischievous glint sparked in her eyes in the mirror.
With a subtle, almost playful movement, she tilted her head back again, this time parting her lips a little wider as Kiho's penis grazed her mouth. Instead of just a fleeting touch, she allowed her lips to close lightly around the head for a brief, tantalizing second. It was a bold move, a clear indication that she wasn't entirely unwilling to play along, her shyness seemingly overridden by a surge of adrenaline and the illicit thrill of the moment.
Kiho's body went rigid for a fraction of a second, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He pressed his hips more firmly against her back, the pressure of his erection intensifying against her face. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear, whispering, "You like that, don't you, Tzuyu-ah? You like a little taste of what you can't have… or maybe what you will have later."
Unseen by Tzuyu, in his position on the mat, Choi Hyuk's breath caught in his throat. The overhead mirror provided a crystal-clear view of Tzuyu's bold action – the deliberate parting of her lips, the unmistakable contact with Kiho's erect penis. A wave of shock and intense arousal washed over him. He had thought Tzuyu was being coerced or was merely tolerating Kiho's advances. But this… this suggested a different story altogether. The private, introverted Tzuyu was engaging in a brazenly sexual act, her face inches from Kiho's exposed cock
Kiho's smirk widened, a predatory glint in his eyes. He leaned even closer to Tzuyu, his thick cock now teasing her lips with a more deliberate rhythm. He moved his hips slowly, allowing the head of his penis to slide across her mouth, the velvety skin brushing against her plump lips. He lingered there for a moment, the tip pressing gently, before pulling back slightly, only to repeat the motion.
"You're a naughty girl, Tzuyu-ah," he whispered, his voice a low, husky murmur against her ear. "You know you shouldn't be doing this. Not here. Not when others might see… even if you think they can't." He gave a knowing glance towards the overhead mirror, a silent acknowledgment of Choi Hyuk's hidden view, though his words were intended to further titillate Tzuyu.
Tzuyu's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She kept her eyes fixed on her reflection, trying to maintain a facade of concentration on her leg press workout, but her jaw was clenched, and her lips were pressed tightly together, betraying her inner turmoil. Yet, despite her outward attempt at composure, she didn't pull away, didn't verbally protest against Kiho's increasingly bold actions.
Kiho, sensing her hesitant participation, grew even more daring. He increased the pace of his hip movements, his cock now sliding more forcefully across her lips and cheeks. He let the head press firmly against her mouth, the tip dipping slightly between her parted lips for a fleeting second, the wetness already there from her earlier taste. A shiver ran through Tzuyu's body, and she unconsciously licked her lips, the ghost of his taste still lingering there.
From his position on the mat, Choi Hyuk's arousal was reaching a fever pitch. The clear view in the overhead mirror was a constant torment and a perverse source of stimulation. He watched Tzuyu's internal battle play out on her face – the conflict between her shy nature and the undeniable thrill of the forbidden act. He saw the subtle tremors that ran through her body with each graze of Kiho's erection, the way her breath hitched, the almost imperceptible parting of her lips. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that Kiho was winning, that Tzuyu was succumbing to the temptation
From his angle on the mat, Choi Hyuk had a near-perfect view of Tzuyu's backside in the overhead mirror as she sat on the leg press. The tight black leggings clung to every curve of her round, firm ass, the fabric stretched taut over her plump pussy lips, the faint outline of her thong just visible. The way her thighs flexed with each rep was both powerful and incredibly alluring. Above her waist, the thin fabric of her workout top clung to her toned midriff, and her sports bra barely contained her perky breasts, the hardened nipples pressing visibly against the material. The slight sheen of sweat on her skin caught the gym lights, making her look even more desirable.
Choi Hyuk watched, his jaw tight, as Kiho, emboldened by Tzuyu's previous subtle responses, reached forward while she was mid-rep. Instead of continuing to tease her face with his cock, he now directed his attention upwards. His hand, chubby fingers outstretched, moved towards the front of her body, his intention unmistakable.
As Kiho's fingers brushed against the side of Tzuyu's breast, just above the neckline of her sports bra, she abruptly stopped her leg presses. Her back stiffened for a moment, and her breath hitched audibly. Her eyes, which had been fixed on her reflection, flickered down to Kiho's hand on her chest, a mixture of shock and something akin to anticipation flickering across her features. She didn't push his hand away. Instead, her body seemed to relax slightly, her focus completely shifting from her workout to the sensual touch of Kiho's fingers on her breast.
With a deftness born of experience, Kiho's fingers slipped beneath the elastic of Tzuyu's sports bra. He pulled it up and over her head, the thin fabric revealing her perky, full breasts in all their glory. They were perfectly round, their dusky pink nipples already hard and erect, glistening slightly with a fine sheen of sweat. Tzuyu gasped softly, her hands instinctively moving towards her chest, but Kiho's hands were quicker, gently but firmly intercepting hers, pulling them back down to the leg press handles.
"Don't," he murmured, his voice low and husky, his gaze devouring the sight before him. "Let me look at you, Tzuyu-ah. You're too beautiful to hide."
Choi Hyuk, watching the scene unfold in the overhead mirror, felt a punch to his gut. The sight of Tzuyu's bare breasts, so perfect and exposed, was a potent and incredibly arousing spectacle. He could see the faint tremble that ran through her body, the delicate curve of her collarbone, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. His own cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, a frustrating mix of jealousy and intense longing churning within him.
Kiho's hands cupped Tzuyu's breasts, savoring their weight and softness. His thumbs brushed across her already hard nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. He began to knead them gently, his touch knowing and confident. Tzuyu's eyes fluttered closed, her grip on the leg press handles tightening. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, and a visible tremor ran through her entire frame.
"So soft," Kiho whispered, his gaze still fixed on her breasts. "So perfect. I knew they would be." He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Tell me you like this, Tzuyu-ah. Tell me you want me to touch you."
Tzuyu remained silent for a moment, her internal struggle evident in the furrow of her brow. But then, ever so slightly, she nodded, her eyes still closed, a small, almost imperceptible movement that spoke volumes.
Emboldened by her subtle consent, Kiho's touch grew bolder. He began to squeeze and tease her nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive buds, drawing out soft whimpers from Tzuyu. He leaned down and gently licked one of her nipples, the warm, wet sensation making her arch her back slightly. A more audible moan escaped her lips this time, a clear indication of the pleasure she was experiencing.
Choi Hyuk's jaw was clenched tight as he watched this intimate display in the mirror. The sight of Kiho's mouth on Tzuyu's breast, the way her body was reacting, was a torment. He could only imagine the soft feel of her skin, the taste of her, the intoxicating scent that must be filling the air around them. His hands instinctively tightened into fists, his knuckles white, his body aching with unfulfilled desire.
Kiho moved his attention to her other breast, his mouth latching onto the eager nipple, sucking gently at first, then with more intensity. Tzuyu's hands, still gripping the leg press handles, tightened even further, her knuckles stark white. Her head lolled back against the seat, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and a series of small, involuntary moans escaped her throat. Her legs, which had been resting on the leg press platform, began to tremble visibly.
"You're so wet for me, aren't you?" Kiho murmured against her breast, his voice thick with lust. "Just thinking about me touching you like this… your pretty little pussy is soaking."
Tzuyu didn't respond verbally, but her body gave him the answer. Her hips shifted almost imperceptibly against the seat, a silent plea for more. Choi Hyuk, his gaze fixed on the mirror, could see the subtle but unmistakable signs of her arousal – the slight parting of her thighs, the almost imperceptible rocking of her pelvis. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that Tzuyu was completely lost in the sensations Kiho was so expertly eliciting. The gym, with its mirrored walls, had become a cruel theater, forcing him to witness a scene that both ignited his deepest desires and fueled his most bitter resentments. The rhythmic clang of the weight machine seemed to mock his helplessness, a steady beat accompanying the forbidden intimacy unfolding before his eyes. The private Tzuyu he had admired from afar was now completely vulnerable, her body a canvas for Kiho's brazen touch, her pleasure his silent torment.
"Tell me you want this, Tzuyu-ah," Kiho urged, his voice a low, insistent murmur. "Tell me you want me."
This time, Tzuyu responded, her voice barely a whisper, thick with a mixture of pleasure and a hint of shame. "Yes… oppa… please…"
Emboldened by her verbal consent, Kiho's touch grew even more intimate. His fingers trailed down from her breasts, slipping beneath the waistband of her tight black leggings. Tzuyu gasped, her head snapping back against the seat. Choi Hyuk, watching with a sickening fascination in the overhead mirror, saw the subtle but unmistakable parting of her thighs as Kiho's hand ventured lower, towards the promised wetness. His own body was aching, his cock throbbing with a desperate need that mirrored the desire he was witnessing.
Kiho's fingers found the soft, moist folds between Tzuyu's legs. She cried out softly, her body arching slightly against the leg press seat. He began to stroke her gently at first, his touch light and teasing, before delving deeper, feeling the slick heat that confirmed his earlier words. Tzuyu's moans became more frequent now, no longer suppressed, a clear indication that she had completely surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
From his position on the mat, Choi Hyuk felt a surge of conflicting emotions – intense jealousy mixed with a painful, unwilling arousal. He was witnessing a deeply intimate moment, a secret unfolding right before his eyes, and he was powerless to stop it, forced to endure the sight of Tzuyu, the seemingly untouchable idol, completely succumbing to Kiho's touch. The rhythmic clanging of the leg press, now still, seemed to amplify the sounds of Tzuyu's escalating pleasure, a soundtrack to his own torment. The private gym had become a stage for a forbidden performance, and he was trapped in the front row, forced to watch the woman he admired above all others revel in the touch of his rival.
Tzuyu, her face still flushed and her breathing uneven, suddenly reached out and grabbed Kiho's hand, stopping his exploration between her legs. Her eyes, wide and a little panicked, flickered towards the gym entrance as if she expected someone to walk in at any moment. "Oppa, not here," she whispered urgently, her voice trembling slightly. She then nodded her head subtly towards the closed doors leading to the gym showers.
Kiho's smirk widened, understanding dawning in his eyes. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered something inaudible, making Tzuyu's cheeks flush even deeper. She nodded quickly, her gaze darting around the gym again, still seemingly unaware of the figure lying on the mat in the corner.
With a newfound urgency, Tzuyu quickly sat up and adjusted her workout top, though she didn't bother putting her sports bra back on. She gathered her towel and water bottle, her movements hurried and a little flustered. Without so much as a glance in Choi Hyuk's direction, she headed swiftly towards the shower doors and disappeared inside. It was as if he hadn't existed in the first place, her focus entirely consumed by the encounter with Kiho and the promise of more private intimacy.
Kiho watched her go, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. He turned around, catching Choi Hyuk's gaze in the overhead mirror. With a slow, deliberate wink and a smug thumbs up, he mouthed the words "Later, Hyuk-ah" before sauntering towards the showers, disappearing through the same door Tzuyu had just used. Choi Hyuk remained on the mat, the scene he had just witnessed replaying in his mind, a potent cocktail of frustration and unfulfilled desire churning within him.
Part 2 will be released for KOFI Members