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KAP 25
He couldn't waste a Saturday afternoon on something like a party.
Being the captain of the college hockey team came with an image of being promiscuous, but in reality, that was far from Tristan's taste. If an elite athlete lived such an undisciplined life, their performance would likely plummet.
He meticulously managed everything from his sleep schedule and sunlight exposure to his protein intake. In short, his lifestyle was closer to that of a monk.
He didn't have a hobby of sleeping with women he'd just met. What if he caught an STD?
He couldn't afford to be reckless with a body worth tens of millions of dollars. Besides, he had no interest in easy targets.
That didn't mean he went out of his way to shed his debauched image. If that was the image his teammates and those around him wanted from him, it was easier to just give them what they wanted.
Having lost interest, Biscuit turned away primly and flicked Tristan's face with her tail.
“...Hey, Biscuit.”
Tristan let out a hollow laugh as he watched Biscuit disappear, her plump tail swaying gently.
A moment later, he rose from the sofa, changed into workout clothes, and headed to the gym on the second floor.
After warming up, he loaded three 20kg plates on each end of the barbell on the bench press. Then, lying back on the long bench, he pressed the barbell from his chest toward the ceiling.
The teammates working out nearby gaped in horror.
“Whoa... this crazy bastard. Who benches 315 pounds (about 140kg)? Please, for the love of god, don't collide with me on the ice, you monster.”
“His chest muscles are gonna explode, fuck. Can I touch them?”
“Shut up.”
Tristan ignored them and focused on his workout.
By the time he finished, his entire body was drenched in sweat. As he pulled off his damp black t-shirt, a perfectly muscular body, glistening with sweat, was revealed to the air.
As he walked, he happened to glance at his reflection in the gym mirror.
Pectorals swollen to the bursting point and abdominals carved deep as if by a chisel. And thighs thicker than the average person's waist.
He ran a hand down his glistening abs and thought:
'Maybe next time I should show her what I look like working out shirtless.'
Sensing his thoughts drifting toward Kora again, he shook his head.
After returning to the loft, he sat in the private sauna attached to the bathroom to sweat out the remaining tension.
With his eyes closed, he breathed in the scent of cypress while basking in the hot steam. Suddenly, Kora's face flashed through his mind.
Come to think of it, today should be the day she works part-time at that damn pub. I wonder what kind of idiot is hitting on her today.
“...Fuck.”
Damn it, thinking about that woman again.
Opening his eyes and looking down, he saw that the white towel wrapped around his lower body had spontaneously pitched a tent. He cursed under his breath.
For the past few days, he'd had more than a few troublesome moments where he'd get an automatic erection just by thinking of Kora.
It wasn't like she sent him nude photos or engaged in blatant sexting like the other women who intentionally approached him. He had no idea why just looking at Kora Han turned him on so much.
It had been the same last time they were trapped alone in the cramped car.
He had tried his best to act nonchalant, but he'd had to put in a significant effort to hide his arousal amidst the sexual tension flowing through the air.
He didn't know how hard it had been to resist the urge to slide his hand between her pressed thighs and pry them open.
“...Huu.”
The heat inside the sauna felt suffocating.
Letting out a low breath, he leaned deep into the heated seat and draped one arm over the headrest. Then, he slid his hand under the towel and gently gripped the engorged area.
His calloused palm began to rub the sensitive skin with increasing roughness. He really needed something softer. For example...
Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes languidly and sank into his imagination.
'I wonder what Kora Han is like in bed.'
She might not be overtly aggressive, but he felt she wasn't the type to play hard to get.
As he imagined her climbing atop his hard thighs and grinding her hips on her own, the member in his hand swelled as if it would burst.
An impulse to split open that woman's tight, warm interior and pound into her like an animal began to dominate his entire body.
“Huu....”
Moreover, her slender body looked extremely flexible. If so, could he try some of the positions from the Kama Sutra?
Her small frame, not even half the size of his own, further fueled his sadistic urges.
While he worried he might accidentally break her, a part of him felt that if someone were to destroy Kora Han's fragile body...
'It should be me.'
His body heated up rapidly due to the sauna's steam. In his mind, Tristan devoured Kora filthily dozens of times.
If Kora knew he was having these fantasies about her, she would probably be horrified and run away.
From the front, from the back, from the side.
Imagining himself fucking her wildly until that slender body trembled and twisted. Kora, pinned beneath him, her face flushed, screaming his name with moans of pleasure...
Sweat and steam mingled, making his body burn. His ability to hold back the climax finally reached its limit.
“Ha... fuck, Kora.”
The moment he spat out her name as if chewing on it, the muscles in his thighs spasmed, and a hot, thick liquid surged into his palm.
Only after stroking his cock to drain every last drop of seed did the blindly boiling lust slowly subside.
As he came to his senses, a strange sense of self-loathing washed over him.
There were plenty of women who would come running at a single text, yet here he was, masturbating while imagining Kora, who didn't seem to have any interest in him.
He wiped his soiled hand with a towel and headed to the shower room connected to the sauna.
After a clean shower, he ate dinner in a much calmer state.
The menu was grilled salmon and potatoes, prepared by his private chef and left in airtight containers.
As he sat on the sofa watching a hockey game after his meal, the sound of a marching band suddenly drifted in from outside.
He stood up, opened the terrace door, and stepped out.
In the distance, he could see students in American football uniforms gathered on campus, cheering. The atmosphere was heated enough to soften the chill of the autumn night.
Pop! Pop!
Soon, a streak of light shot up over the football stadium, and brilliant fireworks embroidered the sky.
It seemed the Chestworth football team had won their game.
The moment Luca Cruz's face came to mind, his mood soured.
'He must be the hero of the campus after today's victory. I hope he doesn't get cocky and try to make a move on Kora Han.'
He sank into thought, rhythmically tapping the terrace railing with his finger.
Kora Han would inevitably be his one day.
To him, this was a self-evident and natural truth; it was merely a matter of time. However, the variable known as Luca Cruz was making him impatient.
Even if Cruz made a move first, he could just take her back, but he absolutely hated the idea of someone else's fingerprints being on his things.
Above all, just imagining that greasy quarterback groping Kora made his blood boil.
'If he keeps this up, I'll have no choice but to use underhanded methods.'
While he was deep in thought, the phone in his hand buzzed.
Jenkins
「Btw, the afterparty is lit Lol.」
「Photo」
Tristan narrowed his eyes as he checked the photo Jenkins had sent.
In the photo, against the backdrop of a messy frat party, were Jenkins and Angela Gardner, who had been following him around lately.
But right next to them, he spotted a familiar black head of hair.
'Kora?'
The moment he saw the girl's clear face, which seemed to be smiling, his eyes thinned.
So, she doesn't have time to meet me and do assignments, but she has time for a party like this?
Buzz.
Tristan read the subsequent message from Jenkins with predatory eyes.
Jenkins
「Ah, also the QB is hitting on your draft pick haaaaard」
“Fuck.”
Running a hand through his hair irritably, he went into the living room and grabbed his wallet and belongings. Then, he strode away and hammered the elevator button.
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