Chapter 16
"Let's hit the gym."
"...The gym?"
"Yeah. Figured I'd start going while we're at it."
I jumped in quick when Haena nuna mentioned signing up at the gym in front of Mom.
"Then I'm coming too."
"Hmm... sure."
No way. She'd been getting into exhibitionism lately—if she went to the gym in workout clothes, flaunting that body, all sorts of ripped, handsome dudes would swarm her. Fuck that, absolutely not. Thanks to steadily grinding her stats lately, her softened attitude let me tag along. Man, if I'd known, I would've pumped up her Dominance and Submissiveness way more. Then I could've just commanded her with full charisma: 'Hey, Im Haena. Go change into something else.' And she'd be all, 'Yes, Master.' Sigh. Gotta be more careful from now on. Can't just blindly max stats—I need to think strategically. If I crank Lewdness sky-high without the rest, sure, I've built her up, but what if some other asshole swoops in and she's moaning for him? No fucking way I'd watch that. Even if it started as a conquest, she's my heroine now. Golden Sun? Out! This is my harem kingdom. Lesson learned: Dominance and Submissiveness are key. What coin boosted those again?
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We finished registering at the gym quick and stepped inside. I threw an arm around nuna's shoulders to mark my territory. Honestly, I was nervous as hell at first, but she just smirked and didn't say a word. Then, as we entered, all those jealous stares locked on me. And the filthy, lust-filled ones too. Can't blame 'em. My lacking Dominance and Submissiveness meant I couldn't make her change out of that outfit. The conquest guide said those stats needed a huge boost to influence her gym clothes. So there she was in a tight workout shirt and pants, every curve on full display. But I'd change that for sure. If only to shut down those dirty looks. Sure, I stare all the time too, but my gaze is pure— theirs is trash.
Anyway. I turned to nuna and asked,
"What do you wanna start with, nuna?"
"Treadmill?"
She glanced up at me, her beauty straight-up insane. But treadmill? Hell no. Wiggle those massive tits for the whole world? Gotta block that.
"Didn't you wanna trim your belly? Sit-ups are perfect for that."
"Then why come to the gym?"
Fuck. I missed Lea so bad right then. That pure, blank-slate angel who'd buy any bullshit logic with a "Huh? Okay?" Not quite, but still. Nuna's sharp logic left me speechless, but I scraped together a response.
"You know cardio alone burns fat inefficiently, right? Gotta mix in strength training."
"Strength training?"
"Yeah. Core muscles—squats and stuff. That's gym basics, super effective."
"Oh... yeah, I've heard that. Okay, let's start there."
Phew. Glad my pre-isekai gym knowledge came in handy. And squats? Genius brain. Perfect excuse to spot her from behind... heh. Plan locked in.
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I demoed squats first. Somehow, my form auto-corrected into a perfect full squat. Stamina stat? Coin system's OP as fuck.
"Now you try, nuna."
I removed the weight plates from the bar.
"Just learn the form first—empty bar."
Nuna stepped into the rack, bar on her shoulders like I showed.
"Down!"
I mimicked trainers from old videos. This was fun. Her massive ass jiggled wildly as she lowered. Im Haena, you slut. Doing it on purpose? Dodged a bullet not letting her hit the treadmill.
"Up!"
Just as slutty on the way up.
"Nuna, form's off—try again."
"Hng... first time, not sure?"
She turned back to me, nasal whine in her voice.
"I'll spot from behind—just follow my lead. Got it?"
"Mhm."
"Down!"
Bodies pressed tight—way tighter than needed, but no way I'd miss this. My raging hard-on poked through my pants, grinding her ass.
"Up!"
"Hng!"
Moaning from an empty bar? Too obvious, Haena.
"People everywhere! Quiet down!"
"Pffft."
I whispered in her ear; she giggled. Felt like we were actually dating. Heart pounding. Who wouldn't envy dating the ultimate dream girl, Haena nuna?
"Down!"
"Up!"
We spent a blissful private squat session like that.
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"What's next?"
"Bench press?"
"Isn't that strength too? When's cardio?"
Sharp as a dog. How to pivot? Ah.
"Stationary bike then."
Tits don't bounce much, but solid cardio.
"Sure."
Was this really Haena nuna? The bossy one asking me what to do? She nitpicked each time, but still—this change was wild. I grabbed her hand, leading to the bikes. Wait—she wasn't pulling away. We'd seen and done plenty peeping/mutual stuff, but hand-holding felt... romantic. Different from Lea, where we'd kissed and sucked tits but never held hands casually. Sex vs. dating vibes? Leading her like this felt like real couple shit. Heart racing again. Then nuna upped it—squeezed my hand, hooked her arm in mine. That insane tit pressure on my arm. What the hell was with her today? So damn seductive. Guys glanced as we passed. Earlier it'd pissed me off; now? Superiority rush. Short but endless moment later, we mounted the bikes.
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"...How long?"
"Tired already?"
She wasn't even going hard...
"...Kinda. Bored now."
Classic Haena—bored. Good timing; those stares annoyed me anyway.
"First day, so let's call it."
She fake-wiped nonexistent sweat.
"Hoo... yeah. I'll shower quick?"
"Nah, why bother? We'll wash at home anyway."
Hated wasting even shower time here—wanted out fast. Her face flushed. Ah, the 'implicit promise'?
"...Yeah, let's go."
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Back home, routine as usual. During her shower, nuna turned fully toward me to masturbate, even spreading those pink folds with one hand. Dying to fuck her raw. Then evening exposure time: top off, kneading tits, rubbing them on the window. Finally, pinching her belly like yesterday.
"Ah... should've tried harder?"
Where's the fat even? But if she wants help...
I stepped out from hiding—or pretending to.
"Wanna do sit-ups now?"
She blinked blankly, no panic.
"Sure."
Led her to my room.
"No mat, so bed for now—don't wanna hurt your back."
No top? Those glorious tits fully out. Fine by me. She lay on my bed, feet up. I sat, holding her ankles as she started sit-ups. Midnight gymnastics? Her jiggling breasts made me happy enough.
"...Three."
"Four."
Counting as she crunched. Never noticed before, but she had a sexy mole by her eye—hair hid it usually. I stared at her face drawing near, pulling away, just counting. So fucking pretty up close. No flaws. She's good at this?
"Eleven."
Always tits-focused before; her face was killer too.
"Twenty."
At twenty, she froze halfway up, staring blankly. Five cm apart? Her breath on me. Vision filled with pretty Haena nuna. We'd spent the whole day glued together. She'd gone from icy to this.
"..."
Silence built. No clue what to say. I traced her eyes, nose, lips. Hers darted too. Then our gazes locked.
Gulp.
No warning—we dove into each other's lips.
