Ra-hee Noona's Erection Relief Workout
After that chaotic breakfast, I changed into my gym clothes in my room.
"Mom, I'm heading to the gym."
"When will you be back?"
"Probably before lunch."
On days I didn't have my part-time job, I usually hit the gym early in the morning. I didn't particularly love working out, but my friend's family ran the place and gave me a discount, so I'd started going about a month ago. Sure, it helped me get fit and saved on membership fees, but the real reason I kept showing up was something else.
There's a ton of hot girls there.
It was famous for having a top female fitness model doing personal training, so it attracted a huge crowd of women members—especially the hottest ones in the mornings. And on top of that, my friend's older sister worked there as a trainer. She was insanely gorgeous.
I wonder if the gym's common sense has twisted too? I still wasn't sure. I'd have to see it with my own eyes. Honestly, checking out how the gym had changed was a bigger motivator than actually exercising.
"Phew... nice weather."
The sky was crystal clear, not a speck of fine dust in sight. My steps felt lighter than usual.
Thud! Thud!
As I reached the gym entrance, the familiar sweltering heat and metallic clangs hit me. Peeking inside, I saw tons of people grinding away at their workouts, just like always. The atmosphere was as intense as ever.
But there was a noticeable change that jumped out immediately—their outfits.
...Super revealing.
Most guys were just shirtless, but the women were in embarrassingly skimpy sports bras or leggings plastered to their lower halves. Whatever they wore seemed designed to minimally cover or secure their chests and privates without getting in the way of the workout.
I swallowed hard, scanning the room.
"Oh. Ohhh...."
Something had definitely changed. The women's outfits were straight-up slutty, a feast for the eyes just watching. Back in the old world, anyone dressing like that would've been called out as a nuisance, but now? No one batted an eye. Everyone just focused on their own routines like it was the most normal thing ever.
Was this the twisted common sense? It felt like any shame or wariness about exposure had vanished, replaced by pure freedom.
The occasional guy's bulging crotch fashion was a bit off-putting, but luckily, there were way more women here at this hour, so it was eye candy heaven.
But...
...Aside from that, it's pretty normal.
The women's sexy clothes were a treat, but it wasn't the level of change I'd hoped for. Everyone was just lifting dumbbells, squatting, or pounding treadmills—same as any old gym. Even with twisted common sense, the core of the place hadn't revolutionized.
...Guess I'll start with cardio.
I hopped on a treadmill like usual, did some light stretching, then started running.
Tat-tat-tat-tat—
"Huff, heek......"
Just five minutes in, and I was already gasping for air. My stamina had never been great. That's why my gym buddy had advised starting slow with cardio to build it up before heavy lifting.
And yet, here I was, premature-ejaculating my endurance.
"Haa...... time for a break."
I stopped the machine to catch my breath. That's when I sensed someone approaching from behind.
"Se-hyeon, how's the workout going?"
I turned at the familiar voice. There stood a stunning blonde with her hair tied back in a ponytail, dressed in skin-tight leggings and a sports bra.
"Oh, Ra-hee Noona?"
Kwon Ra-hee, the gym's hottest trainer with the best body by far. She was also my friend's older sister. Truth be told, seeing her was a huge reason I came at this time. Her parents ran the gym together with my friend, and she handled the morning shifts.
She's gorgeous today too.
Her beauty was so unreal, it was hard to believe she was related to my buddy. Most guys probably showed up mornings just to ogle her.
Though... she does have a boyfriend.
Ra-hee Noona had been dating the same guy since middle school—over ten years. With her looks, it'd be weirder if she were single. Still, hearing about him back then had crushed me.
Ancient history now. And I knew my place. If she weren't my close friend's sister, I'd never have gotten within talking distance of a babe like her.
"Hey, Noona."
I bowed my head slightly, and she flashed a warm eye-smile, waving.
"Coming early these days?"
"Yeah. Best time to work out."
"Really? I saw you panting like crazy on the treadmill earlier, though?"
She grinned as she said it. Thinking about her seeing my wimpy ass huffing after a light jog made me flush, so I scrambled for an excuse.
"Haven't been at it long enough yet."
"Two months in, right? You should be seeing some results by now."
"...Yeah, but my muscles just aren't sticking."
She chuckled at my lack of confidence.
"Keep at it, and it'll pay off eventually. That's how training works."
"Yep. You working out too, Noona?"
"Yeah, just some light stuff."
As she spoke, her eyes scanned me up and down.
"Perfect timing. Want me to show you some moves?"
"Uh, sure?"
I panicked a bit. I'd eagerly accepted her training offer once before, only to suffer through hellish PT. The all-day muscle agony that followed was still PTSD.
After that, I'd sworn never to train with her again, no matter what.
No way!
I forced an awkward smile. "I, uh, wanna rest a bit first..."
"You've rested plenty. Come on."
She headed off without waiting, her tone brooking no argument. I sighed and followed.
Is she messing with me on purpose?
I flashed back to YouTube and Insta vids of trainers tormenting clients. People dying during sets while buff trainers laughed and pushed for "one more."
I couldn't even bench 40kg...
Wait a sec.
The world's common sense was twisted now. So maybe... training with Ra-hee Noona could turn lewd?
Suddenly, the situation felt way more exciting.
"N-Noona! Coming!"
Thud—!!
"Heek! Heek!!"
"Come on, a guy who can't even handle this?"
"M-My shoulders are gonna explode!"
I dropped the dumbbells with a yell, and Ra-hee Noona gave me a look like I was ridiculous.
"For real? You barely did any."
"I'm seriously dying here..."
Ten minutes into training with her. It wasn't heavy lifts like bench press or deadlifts, but no slouch exercises either. Holding dumbbells and raising/lowering them diagonally for shoulders burned like fire after a few reps.
Gonna be sore as hell tomorrow...
I'd hoped for some twisted lewd "sex training," but her straight-laced workout teaching left me disappointed.
Where's the lewd common sense?!
Why stick to normal training? Glancing around, everyone was just exercising normally, if a bit sluttily dressed. Even in a twisted world, gyms were for building muscle?
My shoulders are ripping apart...
I wanna run...
"What, can't even do this?"
Ra-hee Noona smirked, clearly enjoying my pain. She looked like a demon from hell today.
"Ugh......"
Is she seriously torturing me on purpose?
"Be grateful. You know how much PT with me costs?"
"Yeah, your rates are insane."
"Exactly. So two more sets? Let's kill it today, Se-hyeon."
Smiling while saying something so terrifying... I'd picked the wrong fight.
"Can't you go easy?"
"Nope."
Her bright smile sealed it. I lifted the dumbbells again.
My form kept collapsing, so I checked the front mirror—and saw myself flopping like a squid.
"Elbows dropping. Push all the way."
"N-Noona, seriously... I got no feel for it...!"
She ignored my whiny screams, stepping right behind me to fix my posture.
"I'll help."
"Ah, ah...?"
She pressed close against my back, her chest brushing tantalizingly against me. Her sweaty scent hit my nose—sweeter than the gym's usual musk, her thin, damp workout clothes transmitting her hot body heat directly.
"Focus. Use it here."
Her pale, slender hand on my arm. I knew distractions during lifts were dangerous, but with a beauty like her correcting me, how could I not notice?
No wonder people pay big for hot trainers.
Ra-hee Noona specialized in Pilates-mixed body-sculpting for women only, though.
But she was too close. The soft press of her breasts against my back was driving me nuts. Her serious face kept me from showing it.
Swish—
"Look in the mirror. That's perfect form."
I glanced at our reflection—and froze.
When the hell did I get hard!?
Too focused on the workout to notice, but her body heat and scent had my dick pitching a massive tent through my pants. And since they were thin training pants, it was obvious.
She hadn't spotted it yet, fixated on my form, but it was only a matter of time.
"N-Noona, hold on..."
"Hm? What's up?"
Sensing something off, she glanced at the mirror. Her eyes traveled down my reflection—to my crotch.
"......Huh?"
A soft, surprised noise. She blinked at my bulging pants for about two seconds of silence.
Then, a sly smile as she turned to me.
"What’s this? You got hard?"
Her voice was clear and bright. As I stammered in shock, she swept back her damp blonde hair clinging to her neck and stepped closer.
"Did I make your dick hard?"
"Y-Yeah... sorry. Your boobs brushed my back, and I just..."
I admitted it straight. In this twisted world, owning my instincts seemed smarter than lame excuses.
And I was right.
"Oh? Then you should've said something."
Swish—
"There are tons of exercises to fix an erection."
"R-Right? Haha......"
I nodded casually, but my heart pounded harder than on the treadmill.
Ra-hee Noona saying that......
We hung out often since she was my friend's sister, but she was an influencer trainer with 50k Insta followers and brand sponsorships. Hooking up with her was pure fantasy.
Yet...
"What exercise first?"
"Uh, w-well... I don't know what's good. What do you usually do for erections?"
I stuttered, and she laughed, staring right into my eyes. Her stunning face, framed by blonde, loomed close—my mind went blank.
"Sex is the best workout, usually."
As expected. Gym common sense was twisted too...
"Beeeeeh♡"
Suddenly, something hot and wet slithered up my neck, leaving sticky saliva trailing down. I whipped around to see Ra-hee Noona with her tongue out, smirking.
"Wanna do some other exercises with Noona?"
"......Yes."
No reason to refuse this time.