Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: At the Gym
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Geum Taeyang started broadcasting for no particular reason.
'Still, I've gotta make some money.'
If he just donated semen once a month, he'd get 200,000 won plus 60,000 won per meal subsidy.
Even so, Geum Taeyang wanted to earn and spend his own money.
What kind of existence was Geum Taeyang?
Wasn't he the one who outshone other males, exuding thick male pheromones to captivate women?
In this world, other males were practically livestock bred by females.
That was utterly un-Geum Taeyang-like.
Geum Taeyang had to always show he was superior to other males.
If this were the original world where Geum Taeyang lived, he might have been fine living off women's money.
He could just date women who brought home the bacon from their husbands or boyfriends.
That in itself would flaunt his status as an exceptional male.
But this was the reversed world!!
Women earned the money here!
To prove he was an outstanding male, unlike others, he had to show economic independence!!
'I wanna make a ton of cash easily...!!'
But Geum Taeyang was in the reversed world for the first time in a while.
Just like he'd muttered right before crossing over, he wanted to earn money comfortably if possible.
Such mixed feelings led Geum Taeyang down the path of internet broadcasting.
Though Park Hana's work computer had few properly running games and no webcam setup.
Still, Geum Taeyang thought it'd be fine.
This was the reversed world.
Not a place where having a dick meant monopoly on grunt work and dirty jobs from bosses.
He figured his voice alone would make the broadcast a success.
Super easily, at that.
"Hmm... shit."
But things didn't go so conveniently for Geum Taeyang.
Sure, his low bass voice made women's wombs quiver and pussies wet just from hearing it.
But the cheap 5,000-won mic was way too inadequate to convey it properly.
Of course, even through it, Geum Taeyang's authentic voice had a nice resonance that was pleasant to hear.
But celebrities or aspiring ones called "male cosplay women" or "male impersonators" could produce voices like that too.
Not that it compared to Geum Taeyang's real voice, of course.
No entertainer or aspiring talent in this world—no, not even real men—could match the testosterone-packed timbre that made Geum Taeyang's voice so potent.
It only approximated the version of his voice that the cheap 5,000-won mic couldn't fully capture.
So internet broadcasting was practically a red ocean for the current Geum Taeyang.
In a world unified under one language across nations, millions streamed online.
Competing on voice alone with no cam and a barely functional PC for games was way too tough.
"Gotta buy a new computer too...?"
Even so, Geum Taeyang didn't give up.
Equipment issues could be solved by earning cash from a part-time job.
After ending his broadcast—seen only by the enforcers and Park Hana, just two people besides them—
Geum Taeyang finally stepped out of the house for the first time in ages.
He'd spent a week learning and trying internet broadcasting, and it felt like he'd lost some muscle mass.
He planned to hit the nearby gym for a workout.
Part-time jobs were tricky without ID yet; hard to even submit a resume.
Better to get his body back in shape first.
Thud-!!
But as Geum Taeyang tried to leave, Kim Gyul immediately blocked the door.
"Taeyang Lord. Where are you headed?"
"Just to the gym real quick. Been cooped up inside, body feels stiff."
At Geum Taeyang's words, the enforcers snapped to attention.
A man working out...? Heading to the gym to torture himself like that?
Recent papers did say moderate exercise helped men's health.
But... look at Geum Taeyang's body.
Who'd think that physique needed exercise?
It was already perfectly sculpted and robust.
So the enforcers began sobbing.
"Taeyang Lord! You don't have to torment yourself like that anymore...!!"
"Sniff... Taeyang Lord. We'll do better. Please don't!!"
"Taeyang Lord...! Such horrific torture on yourself...!!"
The enforcers recalled once more the horrific tortures Geum Taeyang had endured in the crime syndicate.
How brutal must it have been for him to seek out a gym for self-inflicted workouts?
They felt nauseous at the syndicate's depravity.
"Don't make a fuss. I'm just gonna exercise a bit and come back. Moderately, okay?"
"No! Taeyang Lord... your body is a national—no, world cultural heritage!!"
"If you get hurt working out, a trillion women will weep from top to bottom...!!"
"Please reconsider..."
"Enough!!"
This world was great in every way, but this was the problem, Geum Taeyang thought.
They overreacted to everything he tried.
They'd even opposed broadcasting, despite some men already doing it.
"I told you I'm different from other men. And to protect this 'cultural heritage' body, I need constant workouts. See? A week without, and I've got muscle loss already."
Geum Taeyang flexed his muscles.
This past week.
More intense than workouts, his muscles hadn't shrunk—instead, they'd compressed even denser.
Perfectly packed muscle, one might say.
But what more could the enforcers say?
Thoroughly defeated by Geum Taeyang, they couldn't block his path anymore.
"Ugh..."
"You gonna keep following like that?"
"But Male Lord going out without guards..."
"Wouldn't you tailing me so closely be more dangerous? Look, I'll pretend to be a male cosplay woman myself. Can't you hang back or stay out of sight?"
Outside, Geum Taeyang found the enforcers trailing him a bit annoying.
As a man, needing female protection felt off.
It went against the instincts in his name; he didn't want to be a kept man.
Especially not protected like the outside was perilous.
Geum Taeyang's name was weeping...!
"Th-then we'll hide."
At his words, the enforcers melted into his shadow.
Still guarded by women, but invisible now, his mood improved greatly.
"Whoa... a celebrity?"
"Look at that height and muscle."
"To resemble a man so perfectly."
"Impressive."
Just walking to the gym in front of Park Hana's apartment complex,
people murmured at the sight of Geum Taeyang.
Thankfully, no one reported him as a man like on day one.
Who'd think a crime syndicate was raising another man after that horror?
So that perfect-bodied, handsome "man" walking the street must be a male cosplay woman.
Just a minor street stir.
Geum Taeyang arrived at the gym uneventfully and entered right away.
What trouble could arise going to the gym right by the house?
Ding.
"Welcome."
The gym owner bowed at the door bell chime.
Her top was just a sports bra, midriff bare... and Geum Taeyang's dick twitched at the sight.
-Shall we hide the dick?
-You can?
-Yes.
The enforcers, seeing it, quickly concealed Geum Taeyang's dick.
"Here to sign up."
"Gasp...♡"
At his single phrase, the blonde tanned gyaru gym owner panicked.
'What...?'
That tingling voice stabbing her lower belly felt so good.
Even the scent was divine.
Like a real man right in front of her.
"Wow... you an aspiring celebrity?"
"Eh... something like that."
But no way.
A man coming to the gym alone?
Thanks to recent papers, one man visited her gym too—but dragging his sister and bodyguards.
A man walking into a gym on his own? Impossible.
-The government hopes Geum Taeyang, our precious new national Male Lord, adapts to daily life soon...
"Haha. Geum Taeyang Lord's all over the news lately, huh?"
"Yeah, he is."
Even with the TV news on low, the owner didn't recognize him.
Makes sense.
Publishing male photos without permission could bankrupt a paper.
Same for civilians.
Only a tiny few who'd met him knew his looks.
Of course she wouldn't recognize him.
"Gym membership is 500,000 won monthly. PT sessions vary by trainer, but 1 million won each."
"..."
Pricey.
Geum Taeyang's old gym was 50,000 won membership, under 100,000 for PT.
'High-end residential gym, huh...'
He scanned the place.
Spotless, patrons in pricey logoed activewear, not standard gear.
"Sign me up for a month."
"Payment confirmed."
Too far to another gym despite the cost.
His shadow was already squirming uncomfortably.
Stray from Park Hana's upscale area to lesser security, and they'd pop out nagging instantly.
Regretfully, he paid up.
"Your name?"
"Geum T..."
Geum Taeyang started, then stopped.
His shadow rippled uneasily now.
Say the name from the news—a man gym-going solo—and he might not even work out.
No thanks.
"Geum Mari."
"Geum Mari. Nice name."
The owner nodded, handing gym clothes and locker key from behind, guiding him.
"Gym clothes and personal locker key. Replacements 80,000 won each. Locker switch if unhappy: extra 250,000 won. Return on cancellation."
"Got it."
Definitely upscale residential gym.
Personal lockers too.
Geum Taeyang casually took them and headed to the locker room.
Opening the door, he startled.
A woman in panties and bra right there.
She'd just finished working out, changing to regular clothes.
"What're you staring at?"
"Oh, nothing."
Geum Taeyang acted natural.
She thought he was a male cosplay woman.
How embarrassing if she learned he was a man.
He slipped inside cautiously.
"Hey. Aren't you overdoing the vibe?"
"Me? Huh?"
"Yeah. Entertainment world's big. I'm in the biz too, but you nail textbook male perfection... voice too... and I don't know you?"
The woman smiled, dressed in gym clothes, handing a business card.
"Hit me up if interested. Dunno your agency... but we'll top 'em. No penalty worries; we'll cover whatever they offer."
"Thanks. But no agency."
"Hah... ah... that voice... what magic? Feels so tickly good. Anyway, no agency? Not into showbiz? I'll make you a star. Ah... if not for this urgent meeting, I'd chat more. Call me. Must! Or we can talk here next time since you gym here."
Dressed fully, she rushed her pitch and left.
[KA Entertainment - President Chei Mei]
Geum Taeyang searched the company on the card and blinked.
KA Entertainment was famous not just in Baekun Nation but abroad.
Getting the president's card direct.
If broadcasting flops, contact here, he thought, changing clothes.
"Slurp...♡♡"
The enforcers in his shadow savored the sight.
In the moving car.
President Chei Mei recalled the male cosplay woman she'd just met.
Her lower belly buzzed, pussy soaking wet just thinking.
"Whoa... what the hell. For real? I'm not even into women... driving me crazy."
"What's up, President?"
"What's up? Ha... what're our scouts doing? They gotta bring real talent!!"
"Huh? What do you mean? Hilda from scouts did over 1 billion in sales this month alone. Amazing for a newbie."
"Ha... she's not that level. Could smash 10 billion monthly easy. A raw gem wandering near my house, and scouts miss it!!"
"I'll memo HR."
At the secretary's words, Chei Mei shook her head.
"Nah. I'll handle her. Sending low-rankers is pointless. Kim Driver, pull over. Buy some panties."
"Yes, ma'am."
The secretary tilted her head at the sudden order but knew pros don't pry—just do the job.
As the secretary went for panties, Chei Mei fondled her breasts, murmuring.
"Wanna meet again... haaah..."
