Workout Broadcast (2)
I received the sports bra and leggings from The Queen. “...”
I hesitated to put them on, nervously fiddling with the innocent clothes. The fabric felt incredibly soft against my fingers.
“Do I have to take off all my underwear before wearing this?”
“Yeah. It’s a sports bra, after all.”
“Okay, fine for the bra, but even the panties?”
No matter how tight leggings were, surely people still wore underwear underneath?
“I should’ve brought a change of underwear. I completely forgot.”
“You forgot on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Was it that obvious?”
I stripped off every last piece of clothing and neatly folded them into the changing room locker.
This is just loungewear. This is just loungewear. This is just loungewear…
After wearing a bunny girl outfit and even a micro bikini, I thought I’d fully adapted to women’s clothing. But putting on female clothes still made me feel unbearably embarrassed.
And of all colors, it had to be pink…
I slipped into the leggings first, then pulled the sports bra over my head like a t-shirt.
“Ugh…”
The sports bra was several degrees tighter than the regular bras I usually wore. It made sense—it had to hold everything firmly in place during exercise.
I gave a little hop in place to test it. My chest really stayed completely locked down, no bouncing at all.
That’s actually pretty impressive.
Meanwhile, The Queen hadn’t changed yet. She was watching me with half-lidded eyes.
“The leggings look beautiful on you.”
“...”
As expected, she broke into a goofy grin and immediately started groping my ass. Well, I guess a pink-legging-clad butt was impossible to resist.
“Ah, so squishy.”
Still, this was a changing room. Touching me so openly felt a bit much…
“What if someone walks in?”
“I know. I’m just touching, that’s all.”
The moment her hand stopped fondling my rear, I felt an absurd pang of disappointment.
The memory of her whispering “You perverted bitch” flashed through my mind.
What’s so wrong with a guy being a pervert!
The Queen finally began undressing. The sight of her in simple black underwear was so elegant it made it impossible to hide my arousal.
“Whoa…”
“Is my little slave staring a bit too hard?”
“W-well… we’re lovers now, so…”
My face burned bright red as I answered.
“That’s true, I suppose.”
She removed her bra and pulled out the sports bra. My eyes instinctively locked onto her bare chest.
“Wow…”
Who said her breasts were small? Those were easily a C-cup at minimum.
I want to touch them so bad.
My heart pounded loudly in my ears.
Get a grip. You’re here to work out. Exercise. Focus on exercise.
The Queen changed into black training wear and looked at me.
“Turn around.”
“Huh? Suddenly?”
Was she trying to grope my ass again? In that case, I could pretend I couldn’t resist…
“You’re not thinking something weird, are you? I just want to tie your hair up.”
“...”
Oh. That’s all.
“It’ll be uncomfortable if you work out with your hair down like that.”
Surprisingly, having long hair wasn’t that inconvenient for movement. The real discomfort came from my chest.
“When I actually tried moving around, it wasn’t that bad.”
“That’s because you’ve never done proper exercise before.”
“...”
She tied my hair into a ponytail. I looked at myself in the changing room mirror and couldn’t help but gasp in awe.
“Whoa~”
Sports bra, leggings, and a ponytail… it was the ultimate trio. The sacred artifacts of girl power.
“I really hate repeating myself, but… I’m seriously so pretty it hurts.”
“You really are.”
Fascinated by the unfamiliar sensation of a ponytail, I swished my head from side to side. Apparently The Queen found the motion seductive, because she immediately stole my lips in a kiss.
“Mmph!”
“Stop being so tempting. Let’s go work out.”
“...Yesh, ma’am…”
Finally, I changed into the workout shoes The Queen had bought for me, and we left the changing room.
“Don’t yell. This is a gym.”
“Ah, sorry. It just slipped out.”
Aram was filming every angle around me.
“...Thanks.”
“Alright then. How about you donate a little for mamma-tong maintenance fees?”
“Say ‘sex’ for me.”
“That’ll be ten thousand won outdoors, sir.”
The people in the gym kept stealing glances at me. For some reason, more and more of them started gathering around me to work out.
“Tteongi, aren’t you way too pretty? I literally lost my mind staring at you.”
Ga-eun unnie said.
“Thank you.”
“Are the clothes okay? If they’re too revealing, I can lend you an outer layer.”
“She deliberately chose to wear that, Ga-eun sunbae. She’s the type who enjoys exposure.”
Even though The Queen was the one who told me to wear it.
“Oh, is that so? Well, she did wear a bunny girl outfit at the gaming festival… I guess I was slow on the uptake.”
I casually asked about the current viewer count. The first workout broadcast was sitting around four thousand viewers.
Whoa, that’s a lot.
With an outfit like this, there was no way people wouldn’t watch.
“Late congratulations on 100,000 subscribers! Please read the wiki later~”
“Thank you so much for the 100,000 won, SquishyTteongi-nim!! Of course I’ll read the wiki! I’m really curious what they wrote about me.”
It was probably just flooded with weird memes, right?
“Reading the wiki, huh…”
The Queen was smiling wickedly beside me, clearly plotting something.
“Tteongi, how do the leggings feel? I was the one who recommended them.”
“It feels like I’m wearing nothing at all. Are leggings always like this?”
“Yep. That’s why people wear them so often.”
“If it feels like you’re wearing nothing, then just wear nothing lololol”
“Shut up!”
I wasn’t supposed to yell in the gym. I glanced nervously at Ga-eun unnie.
“Sorry, Ga-eun unnie.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go do the InBody scan now.”
“Okay.”
I stood in front of a strange machine that looked like a scale and grabbed the two handles on either side.
“Do I need to hold my breath?”
“Hm?”
“You can breathe normally.”
“There’s no electricity coming out of the handles, right?”
“There is. It’ll sting a little.”
Hearing The Queen’s words, I gripped the handles with trembling hands, terrified.
“F-for real?!”
“All done.”
“What?! You said there’d be electricity!”
I was so scared for nothing.
“I just wanted to tease you. Whenever I see you, Tteongi-nim, I get this irresistible urge to bully you.”
The Queen said with a bright smile.
“That’s so mean… Your Majesty…”
I looked at the InBody results sheet. It was covered in so many numbers I didn’t even want to read it.
“What does it say, Ga-eun unnie?”
“To put it simply… you really don’t exercise at all, do you?”
“...”
How could she tell?
“But it’s amazing that you still have such a pretty body.”
“In other words, I was just born with it, right?”
“Tteongi, don’t get cocky. Your intelligence stat got completely destroyed instead.”
“N-no, that’s not true. I’m smart.”
I looked at the three of them and said,
“At my level… honestly, I’m at least average, right?”
None of them said a word.
“Alright, how about we do a simple basic fitness test?”
Ga-eun unnie quickly changed the subject.
“Please answer me…”
“Tteongi, you have worked out before, right?”
“I did some physical labor a few times.”
“What?”
“Ah, never mind, never mind.”
I accidentally brought up something from when I was a guy.
“I meant grinding in games…”
“So finger exercises?”
“…Yeah, pretty much.”
“Follow me.”
Ga-eun unnie led me to a treadmill. Since having regular people in the background might be awkward for the stream, I stepped onto one in a quieter corner.
“Think of this as a five-minute warm-up and just jog… or walk.”
“Yes ma’am!”
When I was a guy, I used to crank up the incline and run hard. But this body was a glass cannon beyond imagination, so I set the speed to a comfortable walking pace.
“Hmm…”
“Should I increase the speed?”
I asked while watching Ga-eun unnie’s reaction.
“No, you should match it to your actual stamina.”
“Okay… this speed feels just right for me.”
A little slower than my usual walking pace. I made a mental note of this speed.
“Is it okay if The Queen just watches instead of working out?”
“Yes, I’ll watch for now.”
I really wanted to see The Queen sweating while she exercised.
Five minutes later…
I stepped off the treadmill, panting heavily.
I only walked for five minutes. Why am I this out of breath?
“Haa… haa… I worked really hard today too. Thank you everyone for your hard work.”
“The chat is completely flooded, Tteongi-nim.”
“I know… I’m going to keep going.”
“Alright, let’s start with knee push-ups.”
I got down on the mat, bent my knees, and assumed the position.
“...”
The Queen very obviously moved behind me to admire my ass. Aram was filming my butt from behind as well.
“Aren’t you all being a little too blatant? Pay up if you want to watch.”
“Grab her by the hair and fuck her from behind.”
“Are you scared?”
“You really enjoy hearing stuff like that. With a face that doesn’t look like you would at all…”
“L-let’s start the push-ups.”
The sports bra might stop my chest from bouncing, but it didn’t reduce the weight. My arms were already shaking.
“Ugh…”
I was screwed. After the squats, now I couldn’t even do push-ups properly.
I used every ounce of strength to bend my arms, but I couldn’t push myself back up for a long time.
“...You’re not dead, are you?”
“Just checking how soft the mat is.”
“I’ll give you a thousand won per rep. Do it properly.”
Hearing the donations, I squeezed out every drop of strength I had left as a baby and pushed myself up.
The push-up test result: exactly one.
“...Is this test even meaningful?”
“Probably not.”