Apprentice Hero: Han Eunbyeol (1)
"Aigoo, seriously! Master, you're such an idiot?!"
Smack! Ohoo stepped out of the orthopedic clinic, getting a slap on the back from Miyang, who had been supporting him.
He had thick medical braces wrapped tightly around both knees and his right ankle.
"Ow! Hey! What the hell are you doing to a patient?!"
"That's why I'm hitting you! You said it didn't even hurt! I begged you not to push yourself, Master, but you wouldn't listen and now look at you!"
Miyang huffed and puffed, unleashing a torrent of nagging. Even she, who usually saw everything through rose-colored glasses when it came to him, was seriously pissed this time. Or rather, it was less anger and more heartache over her master's idiotic self-harm.
"I had no choice..."
Ohoo averted his gaze sheepishly and mumbled.
"Park Ayoung said it'd take a few days to set up that secret VVIP top-tier fitness center and personal trainer. I couldn't even wait for the paperwork. I wanted to tear apart this shitty lump of flesh even a day faster—no, a minute, a second faster."
Ohoo smacked his lips bitterly.
He had subjugated Ayoung, ordered her to track the loan shark and activate her information network, laying the groundwork for revenge. Everything was going smoothly. But his own body—the vessel of that revenge—was still a high-level obese wreck that struggled to even breathe. The intense self-loathing for this pathetic hunk of meat, which couldn't even flee if a villain showed up, made him desperate. So Ohoo couldn't wait the few days for Ayoung to arrange the premium facilities and went ahead with a reckless hardcore diet alone.
He'd headed to the residents-only gym in her luxury apartment complex at the crack of dawn. Standing before the empty gym's mirror, he glared at his grotesque body in disgust. A bug of a physique that had never exercised beyond breathing. The slightest movement tore at his lungs like they were ripping apart, his muscles screaming for surrender, his willpower frail. Ohoo tried to bulldoze through those limits with the cheat key of hypnosis.
He pulled out his smartphone and hypnotized himself.
> Command: I love exercising like crazy. The pain of sweating is the most enjoyable thing in the world.
> Command: From now on, my body feels no pain or fatigue from exercise.
Fwaaah! The flash burst, and hypnosis seized his mind the instant it hit.
"Hah! I wanna work out, fuck yeah!"
Ohoo's eyes turned into those of a gym bro.
Of course, he didn't start with stupidly heavy barbells. No pain didn't mean the muscles' physical limits vanished.
'Wipe out pain, and you'll tear muscles without knowing, snap ligaments. Gotta find the safety line first.'
Ohoo temporarily disabled the no-pain command. He approached the squat barbell and bench press, measuring the exact weights that made his body tremble and muscles scream, noting his limits meticulously. Only then did he set the weights to 60% of that max—safe enough to avoid physical rupture—before reactivating the second command to block pain and fatigue.
"Alright, let's start."
From there, he became a relentless machine. With pain gone, Ohoo pumped the machines like a maniac at the set weights. No agony from lactic acid burning his muscles. Gasping breaths? Just his brain mistaking it for refreshing oxygen. Cardio was the same. Wearing Ayoung's smartwatch, he hit the complex's walking path. To prevent cardiac arrest from endurance limits, he set max heart rate alerts.
Beep! Bee-bee-beep!
When the watch blared danger, he stopped for deep breaths. Once normalized, back to insane interval sprints on asphalt.
"Hahaha! Run! Run, you pig bastard!"
Drenched in hypnosis, Ohoo sliced through the dawn chill, running like a madman, again and again. Painless, tireless flesh was a perpetual motion machine.
'One month like this, burn off the 120kg fat blob, awaken Mom's genes!'
Ohoo's plan seemed perfect. Muscle tears? Controlled by weights. Heart attack? Watch-managed. Willpower? Hypnosis dragged it by the collar.
But one fatal physics law was missing from his perfect equation.
Snap.
"...Oh right."
While running, Ohoo heard a dull tear from his lower body. No pain, but his leg buckled wildly, balance collapsing.
Thud! His body slammed into the asphalt.
"What... why won't my leg move?"
He'd forgotten: nearly 120kg high-obesity deadweight. Ignored the load and shock on knee cartilage and ankle joints with every ground pound. No matter controlling muscles, heart, pain—decades-soft cartilage couldn't withstand that savage weight bombing.
Finally, after days of mad hardcore running, Ohoo's knee cartilage and ankle ligaments shattered.
Panicked, he yanked out his phone, disabling the no-pain command.
"Gaaaaahhhhh—!!!"
Blocked nerves reconnected, unleashing horrific agony from pulverized joints.
Before proper revenge on his mother's behalf, he'd wrecked his own body trying to fix it, landing in the hospital.
"Haa... My calculations fell short. Total idiot move."
Back to now. Limping from the clinic, Ohoo sighed deeply, reflecting bitterly on his stupidity.
"Good you know. If you get seriously sick, Master, I'll carry you, push your wheelchair, serve you forever."
Miyang pouted but slyly wrapped her slim, toned arm around his waist to support him.
But in her slit cat pupils, gripping his waist tight, a naughty, secret greed flickered as she glanced around, then whispered hotly in his ear.
"But, Master..."
"What."
"Knees and ankle are busted, got it... but your waist is fine, right?"
"Waist?"
"Yesss. You were squatting heavy at the gym earlier—worried that sturdy waist of yours might've tweaked. Waist is life, nya."
Her fingers trailed his waistband lewdly.
She was genuinely upset and worried about his injuries. But also, cat-in-heat greed prayed the key spot tied to her ultimate pleasure stayed intact.
"And cardio... no need to smash joints running outside like an idiot."
Her red tongue slicked her lips.
"Just hot sex with me every night burns plenty of sweat and calories, right? Way safer for your joints, great for me—win-win, nya?"
She tossed temptation, tail swishing. Ohoo's massive knuckle sandwich nailed her forehead mercilessly.
Thwack!
"Owiiie! Why hit me?!"
"That's what comes out of your mouth right now? Your head's full of that?"
Ohoo guffawed in disbelief, scolding her.
"You were just at the OB-GYN, legs spread wide whining your pussy hurt. Lucky no high inflammation or big issues—you almost got a bad infection."
Miyang's face flushed beet red at his words.
Yeah. Today's hospital tour started with her OB-GYN, not his ortho.
After enslaving Park Ayoung, Ohoo and Miyang's sticky bond exploded uncontrollably every night. Days: insane gym sweat. Nights: beastly bed tangles with his sole guardian, another workout.
"B-but thanks to that, you've slimmed down so much, Master!"
Miyang took his rough love full-body nightly, squirting and passing out repeatedly. But the brutal frequency taxed her delicate mucosa. His beyond-imagination huge cock eroded her walls nightly, endless juices swelling and stinging her entrance.
This morning, fed up with her clutching her crotch groaning, Ohoo dragged her to the OB-GYN.
"A-and why's it my fault?!"
Embarrassed, tail tucked between legs, she pummeled his chest with cotton fists.
"Y-you started it, Master, every night calling it 'diet exercise' and pouncing like a beast! You pounded so hard my pussy's raw and soaked nonstop... I just gave what you wanted!"
"Who just 'gave'? You loved it more, riding on top, grinding your hips."
"Argh! Can't say anything nice! I hate you, Master!"
Ohoo smirked mischievously at her blushing tantrum.
Future revenge aside, this moment felt like ordinary 20s lovers' bickering—peaceful, sweet air wrapping them.
But the sweetness faded quick.
"Haa..."
Ohoo glanced at his swollen, braced knees, sighing heavily.
"What now? Knees and ankle this wrecked—no gym running or walking cardio for a while."
Hypnosis blocked muscle pain, but couldn't force shattered joints.
Revenge demanded trimming this trash flesh ASAP, but top calorie-burner banned. One alternative flashed: joint-safe, massive burn.
"..."
His face twisted in despair.
"Haa... Guess I gotta do it. Hated it so much I rather die."
Rubbing his dry face, Ohoo muttered. Curious Miyang tilted her head.
"Nya? Do what? Joint-safe fat-burner?"
Gritting teeth, he slapped his hated gut.
"Get in the water. Pool or aqua aerobics—underwater walking with buoyancy cutting weight load. Only way."
Pool. The word dropped from his lips.
"...Ah."
Miyang's steps halted beside him. Pupils ballooned full moon in 0.1 seconds, hidden ears and tail sparking upright like electrocuted.
"P-pool? U-under, water, train-ing?!"
Her voice jumped an octave.
"Yeah. Only way without joint damage. Tell Ayoung to rent a private members-only pool—empty, privacy guaranteed."
Exposing his grotesque, jiggling obese nakedness in a bright public pool? Stressful for Ohoo. But no time for pride or shame—he yielded.
But.
"Yesssss!!"
Miyang leaped, cheering victory.
"F-finally! Finally show Master my swimsuits! Nya!"
She yanked his arm into her cleavage hug, bouncing uncontrollably.
"I got tons of cute ones! Bikinis, monokinis, micro bikinis! What style you like, Master? Innocent? Sexy? Or barely-there?!"
Pool sparked only cozy water dates and body flaunting for her.
Ohoo forehead-palmed at the kimchi soup-guzzling Miyang.
"Hey. No fantasizing."
He drew a firm line.
"Not playtime. No pool date—don't expect it."
"Chii... Why!"
"Zero fun. I'll just grit teeth, gasp in water, pace back and forth."
Pure rehab and survival slimming. But Miyang shrugged it off zero damage, squeezing his arm tighter, beaming.
"Hehe, doesn't matter!"
Head on his shoulder, she hummed.
"You gasp-walking or not, I'll rock a cute bikini, float beside on a tube, watch you! Nya!"
"Haa... Do what you want."
Ohoo surrendered all limbs, chuckling, shaking his head.
Joints wrecked, knees braced—yet leaning on chattering Miyang's warmth, the walk home wasn't bad.
Noon sun stretched their leaning shadows long, dyeing the peaceful street.