Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Walking Around with Something That Huge Means You've Long Been Disqualified as an Ordinary Woman
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I'd felt this even while playing the game, but the villains in Academia were seriously underhanded.
They had no concept of a fair fight.
"Welcome, rookies! In this room, you're gonna have a marathon showdown with us!"
The concept of the first room was the "Room of Stamina."
The twins, Johnny Mount and Rick Mount, were heroes who'd once been marathon runners.
"If we hadn't become heroes, we'd have been marathon gold medalists! So don't wear yourselves out—just lose gracefully! Hahaha!"
"……."
Who gave these guys the right to act so smug when they were pitting themselves against regular folks?
"Woooah! Taeyang! I'm confident in my running!! I'm Rebel Nam...! I was on the track team until elementary school!!"
"Hey, Rebel Nam. Don't get cocky."
"Okey-dokey!"
Sorry, Hang-nam.
You're our discard card, so no playing time for you….
"Hey, sow duo!"
The elite marathoner brothers.
Our secret weapon to beat them? None other than Seol Harin and Cloé.
"You two step up."
"Tch. I didn't wanna run with senpai anyway."
"Speak for yourself?!"
The two sows bickered as they lined up at the starting line.
The Mount brothers were already grinning sleazily, like they'd won.
"The first one lapped by a full lap is out! The one who lasts longest wins! No need for more explanation, right?"
A contest of both speed and endurance.
It was obvious the Mount brothers, whose main gig used to be marathons, would win.
But.
No matter how they flew or dashed, the Mounts were just extras.
Seol Harin and Cloé, on the other hand, were legit main characters.
The gap in their talents was worlds apart…!
"Hey, sows!! Time to show off your training results!! Hnnngh!!! Let everyone see the power of the sows!!!"
They'd stuck with me through grueling sessions—
Thud thud thud thud…!!
"?!"
Not just slapping marathon runners across the face, but beating them senseless and tossing them into the Han River—that level of skill now!!!
Uma Musume, step aside!!!!
Now the sows run!!!!!!
"N-No way?!"
"What the hell is that speed…?!!"
The Mount brothers couldn't close the gap from the start; the distance just kept growing.
"Guh…! We gotta catch up!! Full speed ahead, bro!!"
"Bro! I'm already at full speed!!"
"What…?"
Long-distance was their specialty.
They couldn't keep up with the sows' sprint.
"About to get passed!!"
"Bro! My legs are going numb…?!"
"No!! Pull it together!!! If you drop here, we're done for!!!!"
The brother's desperate cry.
The younger one just flashed a sad smile.
"Sorry, bro…. This is as far as I go…."
Splat────!
Leg cramp, maybe? The brother went down.
"Jeeeennyyyyyyyyy!!!!!! Vengeance for my brother!!!!!!"
The fully erect older Mount brother shed tears as he poured on the speed.
'…Are they filming a movie?'
Anyway, time to end this lame game.
"Hey, sows!! You're slower than on the treadmill?!! If you don't run right, I'll free you from slavery?!!! Huh?!!!!"
"Stop saying that so much! It really hurts my feelings…!"
"Anti-Sow Liberation Society!! Master, push for full-time sow status!!!"
Seol Harin and Cloé had so much spare energy they bantered with me.
Shocked, the older Mount finally—
Thud-!
Gave up the race.
"Hey! See? All that hard training paid off?!"
Sweet, easy win get~☆
Now, straight to the next room.
But a problem arose.
"Hah? Sow duo! Why won't you stop?!!"
Seol Harin and Cloé kept running.
"Because we haven't decided first place yet!"
"This brat keeps provoking me?!!"
The two kept racing, trading leads.
Why are you two fighting each other…?!!
"When did I provoke you? Aren't you just imagining it, senpai?"
"You sly fox…! Your real delusion is thinking the sun's your husband!!!"
"Invalid~ Call it a tie and come back already???"
The two sows blew off my words.
"……."
A master ignored by his own sows…!
Something's seriously off!! Hey!!!!
*
Seol Harin and Cloé.
They hadn't planned to compete from the start.
But when Cloé fell slightly behind.
That "chilling smile" from Seol Harin was the trigger.
A look that screamed, "As expected of the second-place sow, Harin…."
'This cheeky bitch…?!'
Her competitive fire ignited.
"Give up already, Harin-senpai!"
"Who're you calling Harin?! After I lapped you three times?!!"
"I was just cutting corners, so I lost some momentum? Don't get cocky if you don't know anything…!"
"You too—don't act all high and mighty just 'cause you started a few weeks earlier!!!"
A clash of sow pride…!
Believe it or not, both were dead serious about fitness!
…Two hours passed like that.
"Guh…."
Thud…!
Seol Harin collapsed first.
Cloé sat down right after.
"Heh, heh…. Who's Harin now…?"
"It's basically a win for me? My boobs are bigger!"
"What do boobs have to do with it…?"
"Do you know how heavy these are?"
Fuming, Cloé hefted her chest and yelled.
"Th-Those things are what, a few grams?!!"
"Grams…? Pfft. Yeah, grams for you, senpai…. Mine are kilograms."
"Hey! You measured them?!! You measured, didn't you?!!"
Cloé somehow felt like the loser despite winning.
Anyway.
What mattered was our team's victory.
*
Waiting in the second room was Yoo Young, the student council's brains.
The bespectacled smart girl was ready for us.
"This room's theme is quiz. Answer all five I give you correctly, and you pass!"
"Woooah!! Quiz…! I, Rebel Nam, used to love quiz shows as a kid!! My turn at last!!!"
"Hey, Rebel Nam. Shut it."
"Not me! Okey-dokey!"
This room's theme: quizzes.
Answer all five history questions right to pass.
But.
A curveball hit.
"The quiz category is science!"
Suddenly history to science?
Did the student council catch on and switch subjects?!!
"Hey, glasses nerd! You good at science too?"
Kim An-kyung turned to me.
Light glinted sharply off his lenses.
"Kim Taeyang. Like you said, I've found my own style. The style of a study elite…! Using my Guidance Committee connections, I snagged student council intel, spotted the subject change, and went all-in on science to reach expert level for today…."
He'd prepped in his own way, basically.
"So watch my moment of glory!! Show everyone how hard I've worked…! What my style really is!!!"
(Omitted)
Kim An-kyung won.
"K-Kim Taeyang? Feels like you skipped something important?"
"Ahh—good eye. Glasses nerd, you were pretty impressive."
"Wait! That's it?!! I worked so hard…!"
"Hey!! Stop bragging about your effort!!! You think you're the only one trying?!! Huh?!!!"
"……."
And so we moved to the third room.
The smallest of the three rooms.
A machine for the big three lifts sat in the center, with Kuma lounging on the bench.
"Whoa. Two wins already? Don't get cocky! This room's my guaranteed victory anyway!!"
The third floor's concept: "Room of Strength."
Beat Kuma in a powerlifting showdown.
"Woooah!! Powerlifting! This is where I, Rebel Nam…."
"Hey."
"Okey-dokey! I'll shut up!!"
Rebel Nam mimed zipping his lips.
You know better, so why keep showboating…?
Screen time farming…?!!
Anyway.
This stage, it's my turn.
"Steroid sow. Those muscles look unnatural no matter how you slice it…?"
"Wh-What?! You saying yours are natural?!!"
"Hah? Obviously? Unlike you, pumped full of drugs, this body's all natural!!!!"
Kuma was a real juicer.
Even for a superhuman, no woman builds a body like that clean.
"D-Don't make me laugh! That body's natural, huh?!! Bet you're a limp-dick eunuch!!!"
"Hah?"
Kuma Rodriguez, you bitch!
Daring to insult "Lord Dong"…?!
Then Seol Harin yelled from behind.
"That's absolutely not true! I can vouch it stands just fine!"
"?"
Kuma and the others coughed awkwardly.
They figured we banged like beasts every day.
Only Cloé and I had question marks over our heads.
"W-Wait…. Taeyang? What the hell's she talking about?"
"Hah? Nothing, mini sow!!"
"You two really did it?!! That's unfair!! We're equal sows!!! No discrimination!!"
"Told you before? I'm just a sow, you're a 'mini' sow… i.e., second-rate."
Harin….
You planning to brag about banging me to the neighborhood…?
That's dating violence…!
"Shut it, sows!! Don't rile up this body's spirit!!!"
I grumbled and headed straight for Kuma.
We locked eyes in a battle of wills.
"A sow eye-level with me…. Heh heh. Hilarious how huge you are for a female."
"Hey hey! That's sexist!!"
"Hah? You, a female? Walking around with muscles that huge means you've long been disqualified as an ordinary woman?"
"My body's beautiful!! No law says women can't have big muscles?!!!"
No such law.
But not a great hero choice.
The drugs Kuma took to maintain those muscles weakened her hero powers instead.
⚙ NTR SOLUTION ⚙ ◆ Kuma Rodriguez [Loyal Hero: Seol Ha-jeong] [Relationship with Loyal Hero: 92] [Traits: Exercise Addict, Gullible] ◆ Solution
+ Bond with hero too high for easy NTR…. + But stimulating trait 'Exercise Addict' might work! + Kuma craves a stronger body, greater power! + Reduce her drug dependency, teach hero-optimized training! + With solid exercise knowledge, her floppy ears will perk up—she'll revere you as her training master! In the original story, Kuma gradually loses her bulk.
From muscle monster to toned big-sis character.
Quitting drugs for true health and a sexy figure—that's her growth arc.
Normally a late-game thing, but….
As Kim Taeyang, maybe I can kick it off now?
"Hey, steroid sow. Females have muscles suited to females. Just big is creepy, that's all."
"I don't rely on drugs! They just helped me seize an even stronger body…!"
"Hah? What kinda anti-natural bullshit is that?"
"You'll see when you get crushed…!"
Clang-!
Kuma racked the barbell.
The metallic screech pierced eardrums.
"Simple rules! Squat, deadlift, bench—total max weight. Heavier total wins!"
"Squat first?"
"I'll go first! Bodybuilding and powerlifting are different—watch and learn, rookie!!"
Clang! Clang!
Her minions loaded plates.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The plates kept coming.
"H-How much are they loading?"
"Over 200kg already…?"
Whispers from Rebel Nam and Kim An-kyung.
Impressive for normies, sure.
"Squatting 220kg for my first set…! No complaints?!"
"Heh heh. Too light for warmup?"
Not pure bluff.
Spanking-enhanced strength.
"Hng…!"
Clang-!!
Kuma nailed perfect squat form.
"Rookie! Top me at 220kg or more!!"
My turn.
"Yaaawn. So sleepy…."
"Tch. Dial back the bravado."
…No, really sleepy.
The sows' pointless rivalry in room one wasted two hours waiting.
So I'll end this boring matchup in one go.
"Steroid sow. Your squat PR?"
"Hah? Squat's 910kg."
910kg.
Piece of cake.
"Hey, sows!! What're you doing?!! Hurry and load those plates?!!!"
"……!"
Seol Harin and Cloé rushed over to load.
"220kg. Add another?"
"Hah? What nonsense? Keep loading!!!!"
"But… cold muscles could mean injury…."
"This body's fine!!!!!"
Seol Harin loaded with a worried look.
Clang! Clang…!
Plates clanging nonstop.
"400kg. How far you going?"
"Keep going! Till I say stop!!"
"……."
Plates piled on.
The flexing bar looked dangerously bent.
Kuma sneered at me.
"Hey, rookie! Push too hard and snap your back? Wanna quit lifting forever?"
But her sneer faded fast.
Passed "just bluff" territory.
"Why aren't you saying stop…?"
"'Cause it's still too light?!!"
"900kg already! How much more?!! Nobody lifts this!!"
Current: 900kg.
Nearing her PR.
"Hey. Target's one ton."
"I-Impossible! Even you can't lift that!!"
"Hey!! I set my limits!!! Just move plates, weak-muscle sow!!!!"
"I can't!!! Better lose this than see you hurt!!! I'd rather move to the next room!!!!"
Seol Harin teared up.
This girl's overprotective….
"Hey, mini sow! Drag her out!!"
"…Taeyang. I think you should stop too."
"Finish and I'll do deep tissue massage after."
"Hehe. We're sows, so we obey Taeyang~"
Cloé's so easy to handle.
I loaded the rest myself.
Total: exactly one ton.
Kuma watched with shaky eyes.
"Hey…. You really doing this? Break anything, not my fault?"
"Won't take responsibility if yours breaks either."
"What?"
"If this body's insane prowess shatters your pride, not my problem. Got it?"
"Hah. Fine. Annoying bluff…. Here, lifting belt."
Offering gear.
First and last courtesy as a fellow lifter?
Surprisingly sweet side.
"Hah? Weaklings use that shit!!!!!"
"Ugh…."
Pass on gear.
Prove raw strength!
Grip-!
Grab bar tight,
Bar to rear delts.
"Hng-!"
Brace core for max intra-abdominal pressure.
Clank-!
Unrack easy.
"H-He lifted it!"
"One ton on his back!! God of Thugs indeed!!"
"No fuss! Just unracked!!"
She's right.
Unrack's easy.
Down and up's the killer.
Step by step.
Slowly forward, squat setup.
'Squat……!!!!'
Absorb full weight, fold hips and knees.
"……!!"
All eyes on me.
Seol Harin hand over mouth in shock,
Cloé shocked beside her,
Rebel Nam and Kim An-kyung jaw-dropped,
And Kuma, teeth gritted in tension.
"You can do it! Come up!! Up!! Up!!!"
"Taeyang! Up!! Light as nothing!!! You got it!!! Up!!!!"
"Thug God! God of Thugs Kim Taeyang! Up!!! Up!!! Up!!!!!"
"Up!!! Up!!! Up!!!!"
"Up!!! Up!!! Up!!!!!"
"Up!!! Up!!! Up!!!!!!!!"
One voice chanting "Up."
I grinned at them.
"Hah? What bullshit?"
"?"
"This ain't a regular squat!"
"Not regular…?"
Every muscle fiber in quads and glutes firing…!
Explode off the floor…!
"It's a 'jump squat'!!!!!!"
Unlike normal squats,
Jump on the way up...!
"J-Jump…?!!!"
"One-ton jump squat?!!"
"No!! Your knees'll shatter!!!"
"Taeyang! Too much!!! Who'll massage if you get hurt?!!!"
"Hey hey! You'll actually die!!!"
Dying? Not me.
Your pride, Kuma.
"Hnnnghhhh!!!!!!!!!!"
BAAAAAAAAAAM─────────!!!!!!!!!!!!
Defying all worries,
I launched barbell and all skyward.
One-ton jump squat executed…!!!!
See the overwhelming power gap?!!!! Huh?!!!!!!!
…But I jumped way higher than expected!!!!!!!!!!
Save meeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!