I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 100: Final Side Story 1 : Junior X Athlete

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Chapter 100: Final Side Story 1 : Junior X Athlete

The gym was quiet, save for the rhythmic clank of weights and the low hum of the air conditioning. Junior wiped the sweat from his brow, his arms trembling as he racked the barbell. He’d been pushing himself harder than usual lately, trying to keep up with the athletes who trained here. But no matter how much he worked, he always felt like he was chasing something—or someone.

Across the room, Aria was stretching, her muscular frame glistening under the fluorescent lights. She was the kind of athletic that made people do a double-take—powerful yet graceful, with curves that defied the stereotype of a "gym rat." Her toned arms and legs were a testament to years of discipline, and her confidence was magnetic. Junior had noticed her the moment he walked in, but she’d always seemed untouchable. Until today.

"You’re not gonna hurt yourself, are you?" Her voice was low and teasing, cutting through the silence like a knife.

Junior froze mid-reps, caught off guard. He turned to see Aria standing a few feet away, her arms crossed and a sly smile playing on her lips. "Uh... what?" he stammered, suddenly hyper-aware of how ridiculous he must look, struggling with a weight she could probably lift with one hand.

"That form," she said, her tone light but pointed. "It’s... not great. You’re gonna mess up your back if you keep doing it like that."

Junior felt his face flush. "Oh. Uh, thanks. I didn’t realize..."

Aria stepped closer, her movements fluid and confident. "Here, let me show you." She reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. "You’re supposed to keep your spine neutral. Like this." She guided him into position, her fingers lingering on his skin just a little longer than necessary.

Junior swallowed hard, his heart pounding. He could smell her sweat mixed with something sweet—vanilla, maybe—and it was intoxicating. "Thanks," he managed to say, his voice shaky.

"No problem," she said, stepping back. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment, and there was something in her gaze—something that made his stomach twist in the best possible way. "You’re here a lot, huh?"

"Yeah," he said, trying to sound casual. "Trying to get in shape."

Aria laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. "You’re not in bad shape, Junior. You just need a little... guidance."

Junior’s breath hitched. Did she just call him by name? He hadn’t introduced himself. "How do you know my name?"

She smirked. "I’ve noticed you. You’re hard to miss."

The way she said it—like she’d been watching him as much as he’d been watching her—made his pulse race. "Oh. Uh... thanks?"

Aria tilted her head, studying him. "You’re cute when you’re nervous."

Junior’s face burned. He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but no words came out.

"Relax," she said, her voice softening. "I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that."

He laughed nervously, unsure if she was joking. "Uh... good to know."

Aria’s smile widened, and she stepped closer again, her body only inches from his. "So, Junior," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "What are you doing after this?"

He blinked, his brain struggling to process what was happening. "Uh... nothing, really. Why?"

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. "How about you come back to my place? I can show you a few more... exercises."

Junior’s breath caught in his throat. His mind raced with a million thoughts, but one thing was clear: he wanted this. He wanted her.

"Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’d like that."

Aria stepped back and gave him a playful wink. "Good. Meet me outside in ten."

As she walked away, Junior watched her go, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t sure what he’d just signed up for, but he knew one thing for certain: this was going to be a night he’d never forget.

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Ten minutes later, Junior found himself standing outside the gym, the cool night air doing little to calm his nerves. Aria appeared moments later, her gym bag slung over one shoulder. She looked even more stunning in the moonlight, her muscles glistening and her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Ready?" she asked, her voice smooth and confident.

Junior nodded, his throat dry. "Yeah."

Aria led him to her car, a sleek black sports model that screamed power—just like her. They drove in silence, the tension between them thick and palpable. Junior couldn’t stop stealing glances at her, his mind racing with anticipation.

When they arrived at her apartment, Aria unlocked the door and gestured for him to step inside. The place was modern and minimalist, with just enough personal touches to make it feel lived-in. She tossed her keys on the counter and turned to face him, her expression unreadable.

"So," she said, crossing her arms. "Let’s see what you’re made of."

Junior swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you mean?"

Aria stepped closer, her eyes locking onto his. "I mean, you’ve been watching me for weeks. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Now’s your chance to do something about it."

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through him. He wanted her—God, he wanted her—but he wasn’t sure if he had the courage to make the first move.

Aria seemed to sense his hesitation. She closed the distance between them, her body pressing against his. "Don’t overthink it," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.

Junior’s hands trembled as they found her hips, his touch tentative at first. But when she didn’t pull away, he grew bolder, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer.

Aria moaned softly, her lips crashing into his in a kiss that was all hunger and heat. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together.

Junior’s mind was spinning, his entire being consumed by her. She was everything he’d fantasized about and more—strong, confident, and utterly intoxicating.

When they finally broke apart, Aria’s eyes were dark with desire. "Bedroom," she whispered, her voice husky.

Junior didn’t need to be told twice. He followed her down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest.

The moment they stepped into the bedroom, Aria pushed him down onto the bed, her hands roving over his body with a fierceness that left him breathless. She straddled him, her muscular thighs pinning him in place as she leaned down to kiss him again.

Junior’s hands wandered over her body, exploring every curve and contour. She was solid yet soft, a perfect blend of strength and femininity. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"You’re so strong," he murmured against her lips.

Aria smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You have no idea."

She reached down and tugged at his shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. Her hands roamed over his chest, sending shivers down his spine.

"You’re not bad yourself," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Before he could respond, she leaned down and captured his lips in another searing kiss, her hands working at the button of his jeans.

Junior’s breath hitched as she freed him, her hand wrapping around him with a confidence that made him gasp.

"You like that?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

"God, yes," he moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Aria chuckled, her grip tightening ever so slightly. "Good. Because I’m just getting started."

She shifted her weight, her muscular thighs straddling him as she reached for the waistband of her leggings. Slowly, tantalizingly, she peeled them off, revealing the full extent of her toned body.

Junior’s breath caught in his throat. She was perfection—every inch of her.

"You’re beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Aria smirked, her confidence shining through. "I know."

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his as she positioned herself above him. "Ready?"

Junior nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes."

Aria sank down onto him, taking him in inch by excruciating inch. Her eyes never left his, her expression a mix of pleasure and determination.

"Fuck," she moaned, her voice trembling with need.

Junior’s hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as he thrust into her. The sensation was overwhelming—her body was so tight, so perfect.

Aria moved with a rhythm that was both powerful and graceful, her muscles flexing as she rode him. She was in control, and Junior was more than happy to let her take the lead.

Her moans filled the room, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He could feel himself getting closer, the tension building with every thrust.

"Aria," he gasped, his voice breaking.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Come for me, Junior."

Her words pushed him over the edge, his body convulsing as he exploded inside her. Aria cried out, her own climax crashing over her as she collapsed onto his chest.

For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined and their hearts racing.

"That," Aria said, her voice breathless, "was a hell of a workout."

This marks the end of the side story, the main story will continue tomorrow