Happy Gym (2): Ramen Regret Hits Hard
Next, I head to a place that looks like it has pretty nice facilities. The building screams nearly brand-new, with a clean exterior and a gym spanning the 5th and 6th floors. It's the third time today I've heard the same familiar spiel. Gyms are all pretty predictable—no real room for innovation in the business—but still, everyone's spouting the same lines, offering the same services. It's like an industry where you compete purely on price and quality.
"And that's why we can do it for 1.5 million won!"
...A pretty reasonable price comes up. Honestly, with how modern and spotless the facilities are, I figured they'd charge a fortune. But after hearing the previous places' quotes, this one feels like a steal. Online research said about 50,000 won per session is standard... so yeah, this spot's offering a fair, rational deal.
I don't agonize over it long. This place seems right? Then sign me up on the spot.
"Yes, let's go with that."
"Ah, sure! I'll help you with payment right away~"
The staff's friendly and cute, too. Of course, I'm prettier with bigger boobs, but objectively, she's in the pretty category. That's why they stationed her at the counter, huh? Makes sense.
"Um, ma'am?"
"Huh? Yes?"
"How would you like to proceed with payment?"
I must've zoned out with other thoughts and missed it. Payment, huh... What am I right now? A retired rich kid. I need to watch my spending a bit, but I've saved enough to coast for about two years without working, and this amount won't dent it much—anyway, it's fine to swipe right away. So I puff out my chest a little proudly, hand over my card, and say,
"I'll pay in full."
"Got it! Card received."
Kuh... Did I just look kinda cool there? Who am I? The dream of modern folks: a rich NEET. Sure, it's only for about two years, but whatever. Live in the moment.
"All paid up! You got the usage rundown from the other staff earlier, right?"
"Yep."
"So, hitting a workout today?"
"No."
The staffer looks a bit thrown by my sharp reply. But no way am I exercising today. Sure, I've decided to get fit, but I've been out and about way too much already. Starting today feels off. Plus, all that walking counts as cardio, right?
"Ahaha... Okay, then your PT trainer will reach out later to schedule."
"Thanks! Have a good one."
I ignore her awkward glance and bolt. That wraps up today's to-do list. Home for some gaming.
"Ahhh..."
The second I get home, a sudden wave of dirty thoughts and horniness hits me. I end up indulging in some rare backdoor dildo play for a good long while. Even though I just signed up for the gym, my unchanged stamina crashes me out flat, and I pass out for the night.
"Early bird rising!"
I wake up feeling surprisingly refreshed and climb out of bed. Sunlight floods my room through the window, bright as you'd expect for summer. Growl—
My stomach picks the perfect moment to remind me it's empty, like it was waiting. What time did I crash last night? Hmm... Got home, went hard on masturbation, collapsed around 6 PM without dinner. So, at least an 18-hour fast.
What time is it now? I fish my phone out of my hoodie pocket—still buried there since I got home.
[10:23]
Hmm, yeah, definitely early bird status. Slept 16 hours after crashing at 6, so morning rise after deep sleep.
"Ugh..."
My gut's cramping hard now—no food, no mercy. Delivery for brunch seems too slow. Time for the modern solo liver's essential: instant ramen.
"Can't resist ramen."
Honestly, ramen's basically a staple in every household, not just for loners. Big corp PhDs engineered this convenient, tasty meal. Today, I marvel at their genius while boiling some up. Dump water, noodles, and powder all in at once.
If you ask what goes in first for ramen, I'd say everything, no hesitation. That's the true man's way. Not anymore, though.
A short wait, and the tiny kitchen fills with that spicy, appetite-whetting chemical savoriness. I hold back from the tempting aroma, grab my phone. Classic ramen ritual: scroll while it cooks.
Haven't checked since getting home—nearly 18 hours. Normally, my phone's dead silent except spam, but today, there's a notification in messenger.
"Ah..."
I can tell from the profile pic and preview it's gonna be annoyingly energetic. The pic shows a buff woman with tanned skin and visible striations flexing proudly even in thumbnail size. Message starts with...
The greeting alone screams extreme outdoor type.
"Already feels energy-draining..."
Growl—
Eat first, think later. I set the pot holder on the table, bring over the pot. Slurp— Noodles fill the room with wet sounds. Chewy strands pack my mouth, followed by that umami hit. Savoring it briefly, I pick up the phone again—time to face reality.
Just a standard availability check. But the timestamp...
Around dinner time yesterday... when I was, uh, busy masturbating hard. My face flushes with vague guilt. Late reply, but she's probably off work by now. I shoot back politely—first contact and all.
That should be fine? Send, slurp another bite—and the notification vanishes instantly.
Huh? Read right away? Reply pings back quick.
...Today? Wasn't on my agenda. PT's inevitable soon, but still. Can't bail on day one after signing up. Super annoying, but gotta go.
Thud-thud—
Not really for me. But whatever, gotta. Another quick reply flies in.
...Does she ever use periods? Mixed feelings of dread and annoyance as I finish the ramen. Pre-workout ramen hits different—deliciously evil.
...Then, the moment I arrive at Happy Gym today, a barrage of awkward questions rains down.
"Member, what'd you have for breakfast and lunch today?"
"Uh... ramen."
Super embarrassing, but what can I do? I was starving, nothing else in the house.
Let's rewind a bit.
"Haaah..."
The weather's that awkward late-spring-early-summer warmth starting to kick in. Shielding my eyes from the relentless sun, I trudge to Happy Gym. Won't die or anything— With that mindset, I dawdle and suddenly I'm there.
Elevator to 5, door opens—there's the trainer from the profile, waiting at the counter. She spots me, her near-blank face blooming into a bright smile and warm greeting.
...How'd she recognize my face?
"Welcome! Ah, Kim Seyeon, right?"
"Ah, yes. Hi. That's me."
"Nice to meet you! I'm Lee Hyunju, your trainer starting today."
Awkward handshake, then I follow her lead to the counter chairs. In person, she looks less intimidating than the pic—still no delicate frame or zero muscle, but feminine build? Profile must've been peak flex mode.
"Today we'll do a quick consult and some basic moves to start."
First day mercy with consult included—best news yet. We chat goals, daily routine, etc. Then comes the dreaded question.
"Member, what'd you have for breakfast and lunch today?"
"Uh... ramen."
She pauses.
"Ahaha, that's really not great for your body."
"Sorry."
Oof. Just a beat of silence, and her aura crushes me—apology slips out on reflex. Luckily, she softens.
"No need to apologize. But like you said, for body maintenance, best to cut back on that stuff!"
When you say it with a build like hers, who can argue? Yes, trainer. Will do. Nodding inwardly, the consult rolls on.