The Squat
I couldn't take my eyes off Su-a. Good heavens, seriously... Her workout gear wasn't exactly revealing, but it was more than enough to make the lust of a man trying to keep his composure stir and writhe. This was the moment I finally understood the saying that being clothed is sexier than being completely naked. The leggings, clinging to her like a second skin, laid her physique bare. Her firm, lifted glutes. The rounded, feminine curve of her hips. Her legs were long for her petite frame, and her calves were as slender and sleek as a Westerner's. If I had to describe her appearance in one word right now, it would be: incredibly hot.
"It's leg day today, right?"
As I stood there spacing out, staring at her hips, Su-a tilted her upper body toward me and looked up. A different kind of feminine allure was thrust into my line of sight. A pair of soft mounds. The symbol of motherhood. She was already wearing a bra top that showcased the deep, rounded valley of her cleavage, but by layering a bolero sweatshirt over it, the effect was only amplified. So that was the purpose of a bolero sweatshirt. Every time I’d seen them while browsing online, I’d wondered why anyone would wear something that looked neither fully on nor fully off, but it turned out to be the ultimate garment for highlighting a woman's appeal. It looked almost like an invitation to press my face against her chest, as if to say, "Please put your dick in here."
-Gulp.
Independent of my will, my mouth watered. I finally understood why people used the phrase "looking delicious" in moments like this.
"Aren't you staring a bit too openly?" Su-a covered her chest with both hands.
"Ah, ah... I, I'm sorry...!"
"Pervert." Su-a giggled like a mischievous child.
"Let's, let's work out! Exercise!"
"Y-yeah, sure."
I nodded like a rusty tin robot. As I stood there creaking, Su-a grabbed my wrist and headed toward the Smith machine. Her hand, small as a baby's, gripped my wrist. I could feel the softness of her palm.
"But how did you know it was leg day today?"
Distracted as I was, I suddenly felt something strange about her words. At my question, Su-a’s shoulders flinched.
"...It just felt like that kind of vibe."
"A 'leg day' vibe?"
"I don't just get looked at by people; I have to know how to look at them, too."
She was right. To be seen well by others, an idol must also be good at observing them. Changes in expression. Changes in gaze. Changes in atmosphere. Idols grasp these things to effectively highlight their own charm.
"It's a special ability that only idols have, I guess?"
"Hey...!"
I reached out and hurriedly covered Su-a's mouth. I scanned our surroundings. Thanks to the music blasting through the gym, it didn't seem like anyone had heard our conversation. Thank goodness. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Phew... you have to be careful."
I carefully pulled my hand away. Su-a bowed her head low. Behind her mask, a strange, muffled sound—hauuu—was leaking out.
"Ahaha... I'm sorry."
It was a good thing no one heard. If someone had found out she was an idol, the gym would have been in an uproar. I could vividly imagine the "wolves" who were sneaking glances at us flocking toward this adorable rabbit.
We started our stretches.
"By the way, you can really tell things like that?"
"Tell what?"
"That today was leg day."
I knew, honestly, that it was an absurd thing to ask. But she was an idol! I didn't view her as some kind of psychic, but compared to the average person, she did have a special sense.
"I thought you’d even done a background check on my workout routine."
Even if she had a history of stalking, I didn't think it went that far. Su-a wasn't exactly a person with time to kill. There was no way she’d followed me around enough to figure out my weekly workout schedule. I laughed, "Ahaha," and looked to my side. Su-a had frozen in her stretching position. I couldn't see her expression because of her hat, but I felt like I could see exactly what kind of face she was making.
"...No way."
Su-a started moving again. I blinked, staring at her profile. Su-a was loosening up her body while staring straight ahead, like a private fresh out of boot camp.
"Don't tell me..."
Su-a was sweating bullets. Had she been stalking me more seriously than I’d thought?
"Oppa, please check my squat form!"
Su-a crossed her arms over her chest, pushed her hips back, and lowered herself. She was telling me to drop the subject. The questions that had been rising to the tip of my tongue withered away the moment I saw her plump backside.
"Got it."
Yeah, what did it matter? I’d already forgiven her. I didn't know how much she’d investigated me, but I knew Su-a wasn't the type to use that information for anything twisted. We hadn't known each other long, but to me, Su-a had a credit score of 100.
I stood beside her.
"Give it a try."
"Watch closely."
Su-a slowly pushed her hips back. And then.
The white leggings stretched taut, turning translucent. That wasn't all. The color of her underwear was clearly visible through the fabric. Black. It was a mature color that contrasted with her youthful appearance. She was wearing that? I hadn't noticed because I’d been distracted by other thoughts.
"Wait...!"
I grabbed Su-a's waist to make her lift her hips.
"Hyaat...!"
Su-a jumped like a startled cat and straightened her back. A scream echoed through the gym. The gazes of the people working out turned toward us. Envious stares. To everyone else, it must have looked like a couple getting cozy while pretending to teach each other how to exercise.
"Ahem!"
A trainer in the distance cleared his throat, giving us a look. I bowed my head, apologizing.
"...Su-a."
I whispered quietly into her ear.
"Hic...!"
Su-a twitched as if her back had been shocked, letting out a moan. I was so startled I stepped back significantly. Su-a pressed both hands against her left ear and glared at me. Beneath the deep brim of her hat, I could see her eyes narrowed sharply.
"...My ears are sensitive, so please be careful."
"Sorry."
I thought I knew her well, but I hadn't realized she was so ticklish because of her sensitive ears. Some people had a near-seizure-like reaction to having someone whisper in their ear. It seemed Su-a was one of them.
"So. Why did you suddenly touch my waist?"
Su-a leaned in, questioning me like a lawyer cross-examining a suspect. Ah, right. There was something more important.
"Hey...! You...! D-do you know your underwear is showing through?"
Her leggings were already skin-tight. It was bad enough that they were white and translucent, but wearing black underwear underneath made it impossible not to see. A mismatch. It was shocking that Su-a, who dressed so well in her private life, would make such a huge mistake. Unless she’d done it on purpose to show off her panties. She wasn't a pervert, after all.
"Put this back on."
I draped the windbreaker she’d taken off to exercise back over her shoulders.
"It's uncomfortable, how am I supposed to wear this?"
Su-a shook her shoulders, letting the windbreaker slide off.
"What do you mean, uncomfortable?"
It was a Nike windbreaker; there was no way it was uncomfortable for working out. It was literally designed for exercise.
"Cover up. You're going to cause a scene."
"What kind of scene?"
"See those beasts over there? They're going to be having all sorts of dirty fantasies looking at you. They’re already staring at you with such sticky gazes."
This was... well. I couldn't say much, considering I was being a hypocrite. But I couldn't let those guys over there look at Su-a's butt and have lewd thoughts.
"What about you, Oppa?"
An unexpected counter-attack.
"Me... me?"
As I just said, I was being a hypocrite. While I was growling at the other guys for having lewd thoughts, I was doing the exact same thing, like a beast. How could I resist looking at those plump buttocks? Especially when her panties were faintly visible underneath.
When Su-a pushed her hips back during her squats, I’d briefly thought about grabbing her pelvis and rubbing my dick between her cheeks. Just for a second! It was instinctive—my male desire overriding my fan-boy heart.
"...I don't look at you with those kinds of eyes."
I lied.
"Really?"
Su-a's eyes curved beautifully like half-moons.
"Then, Oppa, you cover me up."
"Huh?"
"Yeah! While I exercise, you can just stand behind me and block the view."
As if it were a brilliant idea, Su-a clapped her hands together.
"Oppa doesn't have weird thoughts when he looks at my body, right?"
"Th... That's right."
I’m sorry. Sometimes when I masturbate, I think of you. The frequency has increased quite a bit lately, too... I keep saying "protect our idol," but maybe I’m the one dirtying her the most? Even if it’s just in my head.
"Then cover me well, Su-a-kong-tteok-ssi."
With a wink, Su-a got into her squat position. She crossed her arms over her chest and spread her legs to shoulder-width.
"Count for me."
Su-a slowly lowered her hips. The view from where I stood right behind her was absolutely breathtaking. Every time she bent her knees and lowered her hips, the leggings stretched, turning the fabric into a peach-like hue. On top of that, the triangle line of her panties was clearly revealed, like ink spreading across white cloth. Her plump buttocks jiggled every time she rose.
...This was torture. My eyes were having a feast. As if jealous, my lower half was acting up, demanding its own feast. A massive tent, like a 24-person camping setup, had formed in my loose gym shorts. I shoved my hands into my pockets to hide my rock-hard erection. I tried singing the national anthem in my head to calm down, but it wasn't easy. The sight was so stimulating that my dick was responding with pure instinct. Looking at her form, it would be perfect to grab her hips right now and slam my waist into those perky, wanton buttocks in a doggy-style position. Not that I’d ever done it before...
I could solve this by looking elsewhere, but as a heterosexual man with a healthy sex drive, it was impossible to tear my eyes away from such a bewitching sight. Even when I forced myself to look away, my gaze drifted right back.
"Ten."
Every time she lowered and raised her hips, the leggings and panties were swallowed into the crevice of her buttocks. Looking at the panty line alone, it looked like they’d rolled up into a thong. A peach overflowing with juice. A sumildo so ripe it felt like it would burst if I bit into it.
"Huuup...! Huuup...!"
Su-a pushed her hips further back toward me. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but the distance seemed to be closing, and I felt like I was about to brush against my stiff, throbbing dick.
"Twenty."
The first set was over. Su-a pulled her waist back and caught her breath. Then, she lifted one leg slightly and tugged at her leggings to pull them out from where they’d been wedged between her cheeks. She did this right in front of me. I was going to go insane. If we were a stupid couple, I wouldn't have been able to hold back the lust; I would have dragged her into the locker room and fucked her right then and there.
"Now it's Oppa's turn."
"Ah, no. I'll pass."
"What are you talking about? If you came to the gym, you have to exercise."
Su-a turned around. Were the 20 squats too much? She was wearing a mask, so she seemed out of breath. Su-a tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear. Her earlobe was flushed red.
"This time, I'll count for you."
"No, I really have to pass."
"Oppa."
"Fine, let's do it later. Not right now."
"Why?"
Su-a tilted her head.
I couldn't exactly say, "Because you made my cock rock-hard!" If I did squats in this state, it would definitely lead to an awkward situation.
"Th... well... anyway, I have my reasons."
What would Su-a think if she saw my erection? She’d despise me as a pervert. She might be disappointed that I’d had "weird thoughts" even though I’d promised I wouldn't.
"You go first."
"Huuuuum..."
Su-a looked up at me with suspicious eyes.
"Okay. Then watch me well."
"Y-yeah!"
Su-a started her squats again. I had to endure this ecstatic torture for three more sets.