Talent (1)
"...Huh?!"
I jolt awake from a deep sleep, the sunlight filtering through the window suddenly hitting my eyes. It feels just like those mornings when I've overslept and my eyes snap open on their own. But then I remember I'm a total shut-in with nowhere to be, so I relax and flop back down, reaching for my phone on the side table.
"...?"
Or at least, I try to. My hand fumbles around the usual spot by my head, but the phone isn't there. I flinch and start to flip over to check, then stop myself.
"Oh, right."
Memories from last night flash through my mind. The wild, frenzy-fueled masturbation session where I lost my damn mind in excitement. And a bit before that, shoving my phone—still playing porn—into the cabinet before diving headfirst into full-on wank mode. I crashed onto the bed without even cleaning up and passed out.
The phone must be in the bathroom.
Anyway, glancing at the window, it doesn't look like noon yet. Like always, I've woken up early like a healthy early bird. I try to get up and head to the bathroom, but a sharp muscle ache shoots through my legs, sending me straight back to bed.
"Groooan..."
It still hurts like hell. But thinking about it, it's no surprise. Two days ago, I basically did legs for the first time ever, so of course the DOMS is brutal. And on top of that, with my leg muscles already wrecked, I went even harder with the masturbation yesterday... Yeah, pretty sure that's the main culprit.
Whatever, not important right now. The silver lining is that today's soreness is a tad better than yesterday morning when I could barely move. Adapting to the pain bit by bit, I slowly shuffle toward the bathroom.
Whoosh—
"Whoa."
I'd half-expected it, but opening the door reveals a scene that's way more startling than I thought. Nothing majorly different, but there on the right wall, proudly displaying their presence, are two dildos stuck in place. The smaller one even still has a condom on it, just left there untouched.
11:26
I open the cabinet, and sure enough, my phone's right where I left it yesterday. I grab it first to check the time.
Phew, still morning. Guess that counts as an early bird rise for a healthy young... whatever I am these days. Lost in these pointless thoughts, I scan the bathroom again.
Damn, I really went nuts last night. Luckily, any other fluids or messes must've washed off in the shower. Time to tidy up my trusty partners from last night's fun. Oh, and I didn't forget to order delivery first. Food is serious business. Mmm-hmm.
After lunch, I pull out my [To-Do List].
If it feels like it's been forever since I last looked at this, that's just your imagination. I kicked off the "exercise" goal two days ago, so I'm making solid progress on my tasks. Don't hit me with facts about how I've been lounging at home for two straight days since starting. "The beginning is half the battle," right? Deciding and actually starting counts for a ton. No arguments.
Anyway, let's review the list.
1. Exercise
2. Practice singing
3. Prep for streaming
Number 1 is already underway. I've basically nailed 33% of my goals. So today, time for goal number 2.
Before, I'd make plans but blow all my time on masturbation, never actually stepping out. But today's me is different. Quitting masturbation entirely? Basically impossible for me. I mean, just looking at this body gets me horny. How do you fight that?
So I rethink it. My problem boils down to: [Can't resist wanking → No time left → Can't go out]. Solution? Flip the order. Instead of [Wank first → No time to go out], do [Go out and do stuff → Reward with wank]. Simple switcheroo.
But there's a catch: if I get horny before heading out, I'm screwed.
...Isn't that just the logic of a total masturbation addict? Quiet, that's exactly what I am.
Fix number two: Masturbate before bed, like last night. It's a fresh idea, but waking up post-wank, I'm way more rational than my old horn-dog self. I even stayed calm sorting those dildos by hand in the bathroom. That's like 10x more self-control than before.
Conclusion: Freshly post-wank and rested, time to tackle singing practice. I got this. Rational me can do it!
I fire up the internet for research and pick the closest vocal academy. Not laziness, promise. It just has the best location and all. For real.
The second I decide on an academy, I head straight there. True man of action: charge first, think later. Even if I'm not a man anymore and can't exactly "charge" these days.
Anyway, it's about three subway stops away. Can't deny the short distance was a big factor. But not the only reason.
First off:
"Ooh..."
Nice, clean building exterior. A rundown place just doesn't inspire confidence, you know? Sure, "old is gold," but this ain't some 30-year-old noodle joint with a heritage sign. Cleaner looks, closer location, better facilities? Rational choice.
Bzzz—
The elevator dings, and I see an automatic door to a pretty sizable academy taking up the whole floor. No turning back now—I push through without hesitation.
"Welcome."
A staffer at the counter gives a curt, formulaic greeting. Your standard average-joe handsome guy type. One quirky bit: he's built like he hits the gym hard. And... no big reaction to my face.
Not that I'm a princess or anything, but with looks like mine, people usually at least blink in surprise wherever I go. Maybe this place is full of stunners—like, idol-level beauties.
I greet back and cut to the chase.
"Hi~ I'm here for a consultation about enrolling."
"Consultation? Yes, one moment please."
He replies curtly and heads inside to fetch someone. Just a front-desk guy? Consultation with a teacher, maybe? As I wait, he returns with a woman in tow. Gotta be a vocal trainer. Even without context, her objectively pretty face, well-maintained body, flashy accessories scream "artsy performer type."
She spots me and breaks into a super warm smile, launching right in.
"Ah! Hellooo~ I heard you're here for enrollment consultation—is that right?"
"Y-yeah, hi..."
"Yesss~ Hello! I'm Choi Yeona, your vocal trainer here to help with your consultation todayyy!"
Yep, crystal clear after a few words. Total ultra-extrovert. Like my PT trainer Lee Hyunju from Happy Gym, same breed. Already feeling my energy drain in this short chat. This place might turn into another gym-level ordeal.
After some quick Q&A, her explanation drags oooon—
"First off, once you register~"
Why no skip or summary button in real life? I just sit there, nodding "Yes. Yup." on repeat like a broken response machine.
TL;DR: Level test, then trainer assignment. Free practice rooms anytime. Curriculum varies by teacher, billed monthly.
So, the price?
"~So with that plan, it's basically 395,000 won a month."
395,000 won monthly... For twice-weekly sessions, about 50,000 won each. Right on target. Similar to PT.
Guess one month to start...
"But we're running an event right now!"
There it is—the classic newbie promo. Longer commitment for discount, obvious stuff. But hey, saving money? Always a win. Especially since I'll keep going.
I fend off her devilish sales tongue trying to lock me into six months and snag a sweet two-month deal.
"Alright then! Shall we head to the test room first?"
Time to show off what I've got.