I was just tired before going to bed, but when I woke up, my whole body felt like it was dying.

I gave up on getting up and shouted loudly.

"Hold on a sec! I have something I need to do first!"

"Okay! I'll wait."

Hearing the faint response, I lazily dragged myself out of bed.

When my feet hit the floor, the pain surged.

"Ugh..."

An awful groan escaped me without realizing.

It was 5:10 PM when I turned on the cellphone I had left on the desk before sleeping.

Seems like I had slept for about an hour.

As I was heading to the front door, I turned back to survey the mess in my room and then returned.

In the corner, a large onahole was blatantly out.

I was too tired after using it yesterday to bother hiding it, and just fell asleep.

I stashed it where I usually keep it and, just in case, hid the smaller onahole under the bed's duvet.

After making all the preparations, I spoke as I headed back to the front door.

"I'm coming out now."

Creak.

As I opened the door, there stood Yoon Hye-yoon with a slightly flushed face.

She was dressed in long pants and a short-sleeved shirt, seeming like she had just come back from going out.

She was at a loss for words seeing my disheveled state.

"What's going on?"

I was a bit irritable from just waking up, so my tone was unintentionally sharp.

She sensed my bad mood and said softly, apologetically,

"Ah, you seemed to be having a hard time, so I brought this."

She held out a plastic bag in her extended hand.

"What is this?"

"I went to the pharmacy and bought some patches and drinks."

Inside were sticking patches and an electrolyte drink.

I hadn't expected her to bring such things, so I was somewhat touched.

"This is exactly what I needed. Thanks."

"No, it’s nothing. I kept thinking about you and felt sorry about earlier."

"You don't have to worry, I need to apply these patches and rest."

As I made a motion to close the door, she hurriedly spoke.

"Shall I help apply them? Like... on your back or other hard-to-reach places? I’m actually good at massage."

It felt a bit over the top, but it seemed she was just throwing it out there to make amends.

If I refused, I wouldn't be much of a person.

"Would you like to come in?"

"Yes! I'll take care of it."

She immediately agreed, without any hesitation about entering my home.

As she followed me inside, I placed the plastic bag on the desk.

"I fell asleep as soon as I came home and didn’t even shower. I might smell a bit sweaty."

"Oh, it’s fine! It smells worse at the gym. This is nothing."

She wasn’t denying that there was a smell, though.

I shrugged my shoulders, turned off the air conditioner, and opened the window to air out the room.

During the ventilation, I decided to take a shower since I felt sticky.

"I’m feeling sticky, and since I need to apply the patches, I’ll take a shower for now."

"Okay, go ahead and take your shower."

I rummaged through my closet for clothes to change into and headed to the bathroom.

Having a woman in my room while I was going to the bathroom felt strangely exciting.

Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything to happen, knowing there was no chance, but I still buried that thought in my heart.

To avoid giving off a bad image, I scrubbed my body hard during the shower.

I squeezed out more shampoo than usual and used plenty of soap.

Vroom!

After drying my hair with a dryer, I came out.

I was a little worried she might have done something weird, but she was sitting quietly on the desk chair.

"Are you done? You look better now."

She merely turned her head to look me up and down and then said that.

Then she stood up and pointed to the bed.

"I’ll apply the patches, so lie down here."

I pushed aside the blanket and lay down on the bed, feeling her warm hand touch over my clothes.

She slowly pressed different spots, checking for any spots that twitched or were swollen.

"Does it hurt a lot here? You seem to twitch a lot."

"Right there and a bit higher. Yes, that’s the spot."

As she found the right spot, she tore open a box of patches and took out a square patch.

Riiiip.

The thin fabric protecting the medication and adhesive was torn off, and her hand, along with it, went under my clothes.

It slowly moved across my skin and precisely stuck to the spot we had talked about.

"Now I’ll press other areas too, so tell me if it hurts anywhere. Don't hold it in."

"Okay. But please, be gentle."

She kept her hand under my clothes, pressing gently but firmly on my bare skin.

The soft touch of her hands was unexpectedly pleasant.

"Ouch..."

"Sorry, did that hurt? I'll stick another patch there."

During the session, as I flinched from pain, she swiftly applied a cool patch to the spot.

She repeated the process, eventually applying four patches across my back and lower spine, tapping me lightly when she finished.

"Alright, I think we've covered the upper body. You can handle your thighs and calves yourself, right?"

"I appreciate you helping with my back. Could you hand me some patches?"

Taking the patches she handed me, I began to massage my thighs down to my feet, recalling the sore spots.

Just as I was about to apply a patch, Yoon Hye-yoon gently grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Let me massage you first, then you can stick them on. It might be more effective that way. I’m pretty confident in loosening up muscles myself."

"Oh, could you start from here? It felt really good earlier."

Pleased by my compliment, she smiled and, kneeling on the bed, reached for my calves.

I remained lying down, feeling her touch.

"Ah, that’s nice. Just a bit softer, please."

"Is this pressure okay? Like this?"

She expertly pressed on the tender spots with her thumbs.

After a while, once she had massaged from my lower legs to my upper legs, I was ready to apply the patches.

But she pressed down on me again to stop me.

"Just lie there. Now that we’ve come this far, I'll do it for you. But you have to come out and exercise once you're better, okay?"

"Figured that was your plan. I wasn't planning to quit exercising anyway. I started to build up my stamina."

"Building stamina for what? Oh, just curious. No other intention."

It almost sounded like she was asking what someone like me would need stamina for. She added quickly, knowing that wasn’t her intention.

Of course, I knew that too.

But how should I respond? I couldn’t exactly say 'to have sex for longer and more frequently.'

After a brief hesitation, I vaguely replied.

"Just, muscles look good, don’t they? It also keeps you healthy."

"Ah, that’s similar to me. I started for health reasons, but as I continued, I noticed it also helped with body shaping. So, I exercise three to four times a week now."

"You’ve been doing it for a year and a half, right? That’s impressive. I’m just two weeks in and already feeling it."

"In the beginning, I went pretty hard too, but after a while, I just maintained it for body shaping. If you’re not aiming for bulky muscles, Woo-jin, you can take it slow."

Our conversation had eased the mood.

She finished applying patches to my thighs and then sat at the edge of the bed to let me rest.

As the pain subsided, I felt drowsy.

"Sorry, I woke up earlier and I'm feeling tired again. Thank you for all your help today. You can go home now."

"Then I'll just wait a bit before leaving, in case you get a fever or muscle ache."

"Ah, yes, that's fine. See you later then."

"Okay, sleep well."

She got off the bed and I unfolded the blanket that was rolled up in the corner.

But then, something rolled out and bumped against my body.

I looked under my blanket to check and found the small onahole I had hurriedly hidden earlier.

Having received the massage, I had completely forgotten about its existence.

I turned my head slightly to see what Yoon Hye-yoon was doing.

Fortunately, she was sitting at the desk, busy with her cellphone, in a position where she couldn't see me.

That sight suddenly made my cock start throbbing.

Despite the pain, I couldn't let such a good situation go to waste.

Pretending to adjust my position, I subtly rolled over and slipped off my pants.

I kept my underwear on, just pulling out my cock through the hole in front.

Recently, the translucent mode feature has been so good that I hadn’t been paying much attention to Yoon Hye-yoon.

Of course, there’s also the fact that Shin Ah-young turns me on.

Thinking of her, I switched to connected mode.

Then, ready to go all in, I remembered I hadn’t given any foreplay.

If I tried to insert my dry cock, it wouldn’t go in smoothly, so I decided to wet it with my mouth first.

I covered my face with the blanket up to the edge, and while pretending to be asleep, I breathed steadily.

Slowly, I moved the onahole to my mouth and, after about three minutes, I licked around the opening.

"Hiit!"

Yoon Hye-yoon made a high-pitched sound and shivered slightly.

She quickly covered her mouth and turned to look at me.

However, seeing that I was seemingly breathing regularly and asleep, she sighed in relief and leaned over the desk.

Of course, I was watching all of her reactions in voyeur mode, getting even more excited since the sounds were also audible in reality.

Seeing her cover her mouth and bend over the desk, I moved my tongue again.

I was careful not to make any noise as I slowly nibbled on the thick labia and slipped my tongue into the tightly closed slit.

Despite the faintly sour taste from the sweat, I cleaned it up as a gesture of gratitude for the massage.

Every now and then, when my tongue touched her clit, her body shuddered and her pussy tensed.

Not knowing when she might return to the room, I decided to make it quick.

I positioned the onahole for easier penetration and, after moistening her opening with saliva, slipped a finger inside.

However, being relatively unexperienced since she was new to this, even one finger felt incredibly tight, resisting further intrusion.

As I continued to move my tongue, licking her clit, pussy secretions slowly started, making her wetter.

Once I could move my finger a bit more freely, I gently rotated it inside her, stimulating the walls.

From her expression, it seemed she was experiencing pleasure she hadn't felt in a while, desperately covering her mouth to keep quiet.

But still, weak moans leaked out.

"Ha...ah...hmm..."

As I heard these faint sounds of struggle, I increased my pace.

The squelching noises were muted, but she was already close to climax, unaware of the sounds.

Her clit swelled and stiffened, and as she became thoroughly wet, she climaxed intensely.

"Huh...♡ Ah...♡"

She arched her back, riding the wave of her orgasm.

A moment later, as the afterglow subsided, she relaxed her arms from the desk and stood up.

Regaining her senses, she quickly tidied up and prepared to leave.

I couldn’t let her go just yet.

"Uh... are you still there?"

"Uh...yes!? Oh, did you wake up?"

"I’m just really thirsty... could you get me a glass of water, please?"

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