Illusion Blind Date - Chapter 30

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#Episode 30

“Bend one leg and keep the other straight, resting it on the bench.”
“Ugh, isn’t that too high?”
“Look how stiff you are. Stretch both arms forward and fold your torso down.”
Yun Geon’s voice suddenly took on the tone of a fitness trainer, brimming with authority.
“I don’t think I can do this.”
“Brute strength alone won’t cut it. Flexibility is everything.”
“Hey, I’m plenty flexible. Aaaagh!”
Yun Geon pressed Spring’s torso forward with steady pressure.
“Oh yes, very flexible indeed. Suck it up. Once we’re done, you’ll feel amazing. Think positive—your legs are getting longer, your figure’s getting sleeker, you’re getting prettier.”
“I’m short, but my legs are actually long, thank you. Aaaagh, stop pushing!”
“Now the other side.”
As Spring groaned and obediently followed Yun Geon’s Stretching instructions, her entire body felt both sore and wonderfully loose.
“Just a bit more. Relax into it.”
“Ah, Yun Geon.”
“Feels good, right?”
“Yeah. It hurts, but it’s good.”
It sounded perverse even as she said it, but it was incomparably better than stretching alone.
“Now turn your head to the side.”
Spring turned her head to the left as Yun Geon instructed.
In her field of vision, a large pair of Athletic Shoes came into view.
……What? Why are those shoes there?
Spring’s eyes rolled slowly across her vision.
Her gaze traced upward past muscular thighs—powerful as a horse’s—skipped over a waist utterly free of fat, and came to rest on a broad, solid chest.
……P-Professor?!
Spring stared upward at the owner of those powerful thighs with wide, startled eyes.
He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes gazing down at her with an unreadable expression.
Oh no, back away.
Unaware of who had entered, Spring twisted her torso to pull Yun Geon away from where he was pressing on her waist.
But Yun Geon, thinking she was just being dramatic, pushed down even harder.
“Wait, just—Professor, you’re here!”
“What?”
Only then did Yun Geon withdraw his hands and step back from Spring.
“Oh, Professor. Good morning.”
Yun Geon stood and bowed respectfully. Spring scrambled to her feet moments later and bowed as well.
“G-Good morning, sir.”
Why am I so embarrassed? When did he even get here?
He stood there in a sleeveless shirt and short shorts that left his long legs fully exposed, his lips curving into a silent laugh.
“Working out quite hard, I see.”
His low, raspy voice carried a chill.
Was he in a bad mood this morning?
“Did I interrupt you two?”
“Oh, no. We were actually just finishing up our workout.”
Spring spoke up before Yun Geon could answer.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, so we’ll head up now.”
Spring hastily gathered up the Mat and dragged the silent Yun Geon along with her.
She wasn’t mentally prepared to face Tae Moon just yet.
“We’ll see you later then.”
Yun Geon offered an extremely polite bow even as he was being pulled away.
Tae Moon’s face, stripped of all traces of laughter, looked frightening—entirely different from the day before.
“Hey Spring, did you see the Professor’s physique?”
Once they’d left the Training Room, Yun Geon stopped her and asked.
“……What are you talking about?”
She’d seen it, all right. Her unfortunate memory had captured every detail in 3D high-definition clarity, and she couldn’t shake it.
“He puts me to shame. How does someone build muscle like that?”
Yun Geon’s eyes gleamed with quiet intensity.
“Some of it’s natural, I suppose.”
“I need to train harder going forward. Increase the weights too.”
“Fine, do that on your own. Now go wash up and let’s head to work.”
“Okay.”
Bom climbed the stairs hurriedly, leaving Yun Geon behind with reluctance still lingering on his face as he gazed down toward the Training Room.
For some reason, a chill ran down his spine.

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Tae Moon stood with one hand pressed to his side, glaring into the empty air.
Having spent the night awake, he’d come down to the Training Room thinking he might as well sweat it out.
But even before stepping inside, he heard an odd sound drifting through the crack in the slightly open door.
The problem was that the voice belonged to someone familiar—Bom.
At the realization, it felt as though all the blood drained from Tae Moon’s body, and he steadied his breathing.
If it had been anyone but Bom, he would have turned around and left, but because it was her, he couldn’t.
Tae Moon clenched his fists and pushed the door open, stepping inside.
The two of them were so absorbed they didn’t even notice him enter.
Tae Moon leaned against one of the machines and watched them.
To his relief, it wasn’t what he’d feared, yet the intimacy between them stirred his emotions anew.
Bom in her beige short-sleeved shirt and shorts that rode a palm’s width above her thighs was far too provocative.
The slender waist, the dizzying curve of her hips, the firm slightly parted thighs, and the smooth calves.
They were merely exercising, but watching Yun Geon touch Bom without hesitation—her, whom Tae Moon himself didn’t dare lay a finger on—ignited a fury and jealousy that rose to the crown of his head.
Though his touch was restrained, Tae Moon felt his stomach twist once again.
Oblivious to his state of mind, the two of them hurried away, fleeing the room.
Tae Moon stood gazing at the door in a daze, then let out a bitter laugh and stepped onto the Treadmill.
He pressed the start button, gradually increasing the speed, and began to run.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
He kept raising the speed.
Thump, thump.
Only the sound of his running echoed through the quiet Training Room.
Bom. Bom. Bom.
His mind was entirely consumed by her.
Eyes closed or open, running until his lungs felt ready to burst—his entire world was nothing but Bom.
He had no idea what to do about her sudden appearance in his life.
At thirty-five, this was the first time he’d ever experienced such emotional turmoil.
He wanted to possess her.
He wanted to hold her.
He wanted to touch her.
He wanted to kiss her.
He wanted to crush her in his arms and sleep beside her.
He wanted to see Bom nestled in his embrace, sobbing quietly.
And laughing like a child too.
Running at full speed, Tae Moon gradually slowed his pace.
When he finally came to a stop, he stumbled off the machine, breathing heavily through his clenched jaw.
His head spun, the ground seeming to rotate beneath him.
Tae Moon bent forward, supporting himself on his knees with both hands, gasping for breath.
Huff, huff.
“…Damn it.”
He muttered a low curse, then released a hollow laugh.
It was similar to the state he’d been in when consumed by his hunger for knowledge, but clouded with jealousy and desire, it felt far more destructive.
A clear realization pierced through the fog obscuring his vision.
Straightening up, Tae Moon’s eyes deepened, and he left the Training Room.
Yun Geon, you bastard. Just wait.

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After finishing her preparations for work, Bom began descending the stairs when a sudden thought made her stop.
She tilted her head, looking up toward the 3rd Floor staircase.
She’d seen Tae Moon awake, but she wasn’t sure whether it was right to leave for work without even greeting him.
Yet if she went up to the 3rd Floor without thinking and happened to encounter him unclothed, that would be awkward.
The 3rd Floor was his exclusive domain.
Should I just shout a greeting from down here and head out? He’d hear it, wouldn’t he?
Bom cleared her throat and called out toward the 3rd Floor.
“Professor! I’m heading to work now!”
Yun Geon would call her crazy if he heard, but somehow this felt easier on her mind.
Yet before the echo of her voice had even faded through the sprawling house, the Elevator began its descent with a mechanical hum.
Ah, so he was coming down now.
As she watched it pass the 2nd Floor and continue toward the 1st, Bom hurried down the stairs herself.
Ding.
The moment Bom reached the 1st Floor, the Elevator doors slid open with a crisp chime.
Tae Moon stepped out, impeccably dressed in a sharp, dark Suit.
The kindheaded neighbor who’d grilled meat for them was nowhere to be found.
With not a hair out of place, he was the very picture of refinement—young, polished, and effortlessly magnetic. A professor incarnate.
“Are you heading to work now?”
It felt strange, but Bom greeted him with her usual composure.
…….
“I was just about to head out myself.”
So it was true—mornings really did put him in a funk.
Even as Bom smiled and bowed, he simply stood there, watching her in silence.
“Did your workout go well?”

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