Health Sex Before the Arena

Ten at night.

Several days had passed since he closed that dangerous, electrifying contract with Shin Eun-hye.

Just as he was about to sleep, his phone buzzed. The caller was Kang Se-hee — the sexy fitness trainer who had taught Min-ho how to push a body past its limits.

"Hello?"

"At this hour? What's going on?"

Her voice ran brighter than usual, almost giddy. Min-ho let out a short laugh and sat up. He had been missing that taut, elastic body of hers anyway.

Before he left, he decided to settle the points he had been hoarding. The Shin Eun-hye quest — Conquering the Queen Bee — had leveled him up, and the various rewards had piled his points respectably high.

Status Window.

He invested without hesitation. He had started at 168 centimeters, with an appearance score of 50. Only now was he remaking himself into a man at least above average — someone who could survive in the entertainment world.

His joints cracked and popped. Bone lengthened, muscle swelled, and a sweet ache swept the whole of him. In the mirror, Min-ho changed in real time.

The 170 centimeters he had been became 172. For the alpha male he had grown into, being short was no longer an insecurity — but if he meant to handle tall beauties, he needed a little more height. The line of his face settled cleaner. His skin cleared, his features cut sharper than before, and a new polish lay over him, enough that people would stop at merely good-looking and start calling him handsome.

Not bad. Stand me next to the other actors now and I won't come up short.

But Min-ho knew better. His true weapon had never been his face. Tall, handsome men were everywhere. The only man hiding a lethal weapon in his pants was him.

And... the skill I picked up this time.

He called up the reward he had earned for bringing Shin Eun-hye to heel.

Adamantine Phallus... even the name is grand.

He looked down at his groin. A heavy presence twitched there, as if it meant to tear straight through his pants. This was the absolute weapon with which he would conquer this world.

Every preparation was finished. Min-ho got into the car with a light step.

The gym after midnight.

The music was off. In that hush, only rough breathing and the clang of iron carried.

Kang Se-hee was deadlifting in a sports bra and leggings. Sweat glazed the muscles of her back and the long lines of her thighs until they shone like a work of art.

"Coach. I'm here."

She set the barbell down and turned. Wiping sweat as she came over, she stopped dead at the sight of him.

"Huh...?"

Her eyes went round. She looked him over, hard.

"Min-ho... something's different. Did you get taller? Your face looks better, too."

She tipped her head. He hadn't changed outright, but she had caught it all the same — a subtle new presence, the air around him shifted.

"Must be from training steady and taking care of myself. All thanks to you laying the foundation, Coach."

Min-ho smiled, smooth as anything.

"Hmm. That so? Well, they do say a man is his confidence. Business must be good these days — your face has really opened up."

She poked a finger into the hardened muscle of his chest.

"Anyway, why'd you call me out? You said I won't be seeing you for a while."

"Ah. That."

She perched on the bench and drank.

"I'm going on TV. N-Flix is launching a new survival show. Have you heard of it? It's called Physical Arena."

"Physical Arena? First I've heard of it."

"It's still under embargo. S-Flix has been running so hot lately that N-Flix, the old powerhouse, seems to have been sharpening its knives. Word is they're gathering the three hundred best bodies in the country — gender, age, and weight class don't matter — and crowning whoever's strongest."

"Three hundred? That's one hell of a scale."

"And they cast me. The writers reached out, quietly, through people they knew."

She shrugged and smiled, confidence pouring off her.

"Wow... that's incredible. Then again, Coach, that figure of yours was never ordinary."

"You just don't know it, Min-ho, but I'm pretty famous. I've taken first at the Asian CrossFit championships more than once, and in body fitness they treat me like a legend."

It wasn't bluster. Those barn-broad shoulders, the abs split into ridges, the hips that looked ready to burst — there was a beauty in them that seemed to have stepped past human limits. However much Min-ho's own physique had improved, the functional muscle she had trained for a living was overwhelming.

"Really? And here I am carrying on like this with someone that impressive... I'm honored."

"Heh. If you know it's an honor, then serve me well tonight. Once we start shooting it's a camp. I might not see you for more than a month."

She stroked his thigh and gave him a look. Something beastlike flashed in her eyes.

"Why don't you enter too? With the physique you've got now, I think you'd clear the prelims easy. Want me to recommend you to the writer?"

Min-ho shook his head.

"No. I'll pass. If it were a contest of virility, maybe. I'm not interested in a contest of strength. I'll cheer for you, Se-hee. Go out there and win."

"A virility contest... well, I'll give you that. What you've got down there is national-team class."

She burst out laughing and set a hand on his belt buckle.

"Then shall we check? See how much our national representative has grown since last time."

"You'd better brace yourself. Tonight I'm... really hard."

His pants slid down.

Se-hee's eyes went wide.

"Whoa... you're insane."

What lay bare before her was a lethal weapon. The length was outrageous enough on its own, but the girth had grown far more imposing than last time. More than anything, the veins stood corded along it, the whole thing so rigid it looked as if it had been carved from steel.

This was the majesty of the new skill, Adamantine Phallus.

"Is this even a person's? You're sure it isn't stone?"

Carefully, she closed her hand around his shaft. Her grip was strong, and even when she clenched down hard there was no give in the flesh at all.

"It's hard... so hard it's scary."

"I might punch clean through you, Coach."

"Hmph. Don't underestimate me. I'm a CrossFit champion. I can take this much just fine."

Competitive fire lit in her, and she stood.

"Follow me. Let's work up a sweat."

She headed for the enormous power rack, the heart of the gym. The heavy steel frame filled the space with a physical pressure all its own.

"I'll hang from here, so pound it in."

She caught the pull-up bar at the top of the rack and hung. The dense muscle of her back flexed, and the solid steel frame took her weight without so much as a shiver.

She spread her legs wide to either side, inviting him in.

Min-ho stepped between the steel uprights and settled himself between her thighs.

"Going in."

He took Se-hee by the waist and drove his own pillar of steel straight into her.

It sank home with a thick, wet sound.

"Hnnngh!"

She locked her teeth and swallowed the moan. Suspended in the air, his thrust reached even deeper.

"Haah... haah... I'm so full... it really feels like a rock..."

"Moving."

From a standing position he began to snap his hips.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Her body swung where it hung from the bar.

"Ah! Ah! Yes! Harder! Deeper!"

She held herself up on her arms and, matching his rhythm, wrapped her legs around his waist and let them go, again and again. The core strength in it was tremendous.

"Coach. Changing position."

He cupped her hanging ass in both hands and lifted her clean off the bar.

"Oh!"

She let go and threw her arms around his neck. Between his Strength of 58 and the elastic power of her body, it made a perfect lift-and-thrust — holding her clear of the floor while he drove into her.

"Hold on tight. You'll get hurt if you fall."

With Se-hee in his arms he walked the length of the gym. Every step, that massive cock slammed against the mouth of her womb.

"Aaaah! Oh god! Too deep! You're hitting my womb! Nnnngh!"

She bit down on his shoulder and screamed.

Min-ho didn't stop. Still holding her, he dropped into squats, sitting and rising, over and over.

"One, two, three!"

On the way down he buried himself to the root. On the way up, gravity hauled him back out. The stimulation was absolute.

"You're insane! Ah! Ah! Right there! Don't scrape — oh god!"

Her walls clenched in a frenzy. Trained as they were, the grip of her inner muscles defied imagination. Adamantine Phallus only answered that pressure by growing harder still, as if it were laughing at her.

"Haah... haah... Now let's do this properly."

He laid her on the bench-press bench, spread her legs into an M, and took her by the ankles.

"From here, a hundred. No rest. Count."

"What? A hundred? Ha! Do it! Just you try and fail!"

She fired the challenge straight back, unwilling to lose.

Min-ho drew a deep breath and started driving his hips like a locomotive that had lost its brakes.

"Aaagh! Ah! Ah! Too fast! Aaaaah!"

"One! Two! Three! Four!"

Flesh struck flesh in a chatter like a machine gun. Sweat flew in every direction.

"Twenty! Thirty! More! Harder!"

Se-hee clamped both hands on the bench and thrashed her head. The pleasure was so fierce it sat right against pain. Friction had his cock burning hot, but its rigidity did not drop by a hair.

"Fifty! Ah! Ah! I'm gonna come! Oh god! Ohhh god!"

Her eyes rolled back. Min-ho did not stop.

"Hold it! We're only halfway!"

"I can't! Aaah! Nnngh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

She hit her peak first and squirted, a clear gush soaking the ridges of his abs. Even then the work of his hips did not stop.

"Seventy! Eighty!"

Her insides spasmed and clamped down, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and he drove up through the grip anyway. Thanks to the outright cheat of Adamantine Phallus, he could govern the urge to come and push himself all the way to the limit.

"Ninety! Ninety-nine! A hundred!"

On the hundredth stroke he let the climax he had been holding detonate.

"Se-hee! Take it!"

"Aaaaah! It's hot! Oh god!"

It poured out of him in a thick, endless rush. A tremendous volume of semen blasted deep into her womb, and her belly rippled as it took the load.

"Haah... haah... haah..."

The two of them sprawled across the bench, soaked through with sweat. The gym floor glistened where their sweat, her fluids, and his semen had pooled together into one slick mess.

"Wow... Min-ho... you've really turned into a monster..."

She dragged in ragged breaths and shot him a thumbs-up.

"A hundred... without a rest... haah..."

"This is the least a partner to the best body in the country ought to manage."

Min-ho kissed the sweat on her brow.

Se-hee buried her face against his chest and giggled.

"I admit it. I really admit it. I'll be able to use my strength out there. You charged me up right."

"Win it. I'll be cheering from the TV."

"Obviously. Who do you think I am? Three hundred? I'll wipe every last one of them and come back."

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The light snapped back into her eyes. That scorching bout of health sex with Min-ho had been the finest tonic she could have taken, and her preparation for battle besides.

Physical Arena.

He was already looking forward to the showing she would make there. And while she was gone, Min-ho had finished his own preparations to climb even higher.