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KAP 22
It would have been a disaster if a rink manager or a janitor had spotted her. But then again, wouldn't they have just screamed at her to get out immediately?
‘Who left the lights on yesterday?’
To check, Kora approached the door, muffling her footsteps. However, as she drew closer, she began to hear a strange sound.
It sounded like the suppressed groan of a beast.
Her instincts warned her to turn back right then and there, but curiosity got the better of her.
Kora cast a glance through the slightly open crack of the door.
“.......”
The old storage room was filled with hockey equipment. The smell of old sweat and rubber pads wafted toward her. Somewhere amidst that cluttered scene, the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
Following the sound, Kora froze in shock.
A man was sitting on an old bench. Judging by his size, which far exceeded the average, he was undoubtedly a hockey player.
However, because he had his head bowed and was engrossed in something, his face wasn't clearly visible.
‘What is he doing?’
As she lowered her gaze, she saw a menacingly erect penis poking out from between thick hockey pants that had been carelessly loosened.
The man's large hand gripped the shaft, massaging it up and down.
‘Gasp.’
Every time he stroked his cock upward, the glans spurted out transparent fluid. The man was using that fluid as a lubricant, spreading it evenly across the shaft as he masturbated.
Squelch, slurp. Squelch. The enclosed space was filled with the sound of wet flesh rubbing together.
The thought that she had to run away circled her mind, but her body was frozen by the visual shock, making it difficult to move.
Above all, the man's member was freakishly large.
Its length and girth, which weren't fully covered even as his hand—large as a pot lid—moved back and forth for a while, reminded her of a lethal weapon.
Despite that, the neatly groomed pubic hair and the pinkish hue exuded a soft, erotic allure.
‘Wait, pink...?’
The man tilted his head back. The thick muscles of his neck tightened, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.
Thump, thump, thump. His lower abdominal muscles spasmed irregularly in time with the rhythmic movement of his hand. The wet, squelching sounds became even more distinct.
“...Fuck.”
Uttering a curse, the man slowly lowered his head from its arched position.
A handsome face appeared through his disheveled black hair. Blue-gray eyes, unfocused and drowned in pleasure, and plump lips glistening with lust. Surprisingly, the man was Tristan.
‘Hah!’
In an instant, a searing heat surged up from below Kora's navel. A tingling sensation traveled down between her legs, making her toes numb. Feeling her underwear grow damp, Kora pressed her legs tightly together.
“...ra.”
He murmured something and began to move his hand with frantic speed. The man, who had been making beast-like breathing sounds, suddenly lifted his gaze and stared in her direction.
“.......”
Kora almost screamed but quickly covered her mouth with her hand. No way, did he see me? Her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her throat. She had to run. But her body wouldn't move, as if her ankles had been encased in hardened cement.
Whether Tristan knew of the voyeur's presence or not, he continued to move. No, if anything, it seemed as though he were speeding up just to show off.
He thrust his hips upward as if he were pounding into something, letting out ragged breaths. His movements were relentless, like a hockey player during a power play.
Moreover, it felt as though he were strangely staring right at her. Because of that, she felt as if she were the one being penetrated.
Heat rose to her neck, and her palms grew sweaty. The tingling sensation between her legs spread throughout her entire body, and she vividly felt the sensation of her soaked panties clinging tightly to her sensitive skin.
At that moment, for some reason, Kora's brain conjured an image of her sitting on his lap.
In her imagination, Kora was moaning with her arms wrapped around his neck, while his rough, vein-popping hand gripped her breast.
As the excitement peaked, a feverish breath escaped through Kora's teeth. Simultaneously, Tristan let out a suppressed groan.
“Ugh.”
His thick thigh muscles spasmed, and a thick, hot, white fluid erupted from the glans. The liquid, which looked viscous and sticky just by looking at it, poured out in a torrent, forming a puddle on the floor.
‘How can there be that much....’
The amount was so great that "spraying" was the only accurate description. At that moment, a slippery fluid also surged out onto Kora's own underwear.
Kora shuddered at the damp sensation she felt below. It was clear that her body had reacted with arousal upon seeing Tristan ejaculate.
‘I'm crazy.’
Before she could even feel the embarrassment, he—still trembling slightly in the afterglow of ejaculation—curled the corner of his mouth into a crooked smirk toward her.
‘Hiek!’
Only then did Kora snap back to her senses. Swallowing a breath that almost burst out as a scream, she quickly recoiled. Was he looking this whole time?
She could vividly feel a single drop of sweat trickling down her cleavage.
‘Am I going to be wrongly accused of being a voyeur?’
But thinking about it again, there was no way he could have seen her face clearly through such a narrow gap. Even if he realized someone was spying, he likely wouldn't know it was Kora.
“.......”
A suffocating silence fell over the space that had been filled with groans and breathing.
She knew she had to escape quickly, but she feared that any movement in the silence would cause her footsteps to echo.
“Who’s there?”
At the sound of a voice that was dreadfully low and damp, Kora's heart leaped again as if having a seizure.
‘Run!’
As Kora began to back away, her back hit a pillar. She heard the sound of him rustling and straightening his clothes inside the room. It felt as if he, now dressed, would open the door and step out at any second.
Kora quickly pulled her hood over her head and hurried her pace.
Just as she was about to exit through the door leading to the hallway, she heard footsteps behind her. Even without looking back, she knew Tristan was chasing her.
‘Dammit!’
Breathless, Kora fled her spot and sprinted down the hallway.
Actually, if she thought about it, Kora hadn't done anything wrong. She had simply been unlucky enough to pass by and happen to see that scene. However, being branded a voyeur by none other than Tristan was absolutely out of the question.
Pale with shock, Kora ran and ran until she left the building.
Her breath reached the tip of her throat, and the bag containing her skates swung wildly from side to side with her movements.
After running for a long time and leaving the arena, Kora, out of breath, collapsed and slid down behind a tree on the lawn.
“Haah.... Haah....”
She could taste blood in her throat, and her entire body was damp with sweat.
‘What on earth did I just see....’
Even in this state, the fact that the liquid soaking her underwear was a different kind of fluid than sweat left Kora in despair.
To think that Tristan Lockwood was a pervert who masturbates in public.
A few days later. While eating lunch alone and spacing out in the dining hall, that shocking scene from a few days ago flashed through Kora's mind.
The humid air and groans that filled the small room. And the eyes, disheveled with pleasure, staring at her at the moment of ejaculation....
Shaking her head, Kora poked at some cooked carrots with her fork.
‘Fortunately, he doesn't seem to know it was me who saw it.’
Since she had pulled her hood up when she ran away, it would have been difficult to deduce from her back alone that the spy was her. And given his personality, if he had known the intruder was Kora, he certainly wouldn't have left her alone.
Kora reached into her hoodie pocket and fiddled with the rink pass.
Since things had turned out this way, she felt sorry, but she would have to dispose of this pass herself. He probably had spare passes anyway.
‘Right, this is the end of it. Let's never cross paths again.’
Just as she was putting lettuce into her mouth while habitually calculating the calories of the salad dressing in her head, a massive man appeared at the entrance of the dining hall.
Unconsciously shifting her gaze to the man, Kora's body froze. The man was none other than Tristan.
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