Seora Noona's Massage
The next morning.
After showering, we gathered up the clothes we'd tossed aside haphazardly and got dressed.
"So your Trickster nickname is 'Jeongmi,' nuna?"
"Yeah, you didn't know?"
I had absolutely no idea.
I'd simply assumed Mina nuna was Bback-sa.
"...I was just asking to confirm. You made your nickname pretty similar to your real name."
She took the first two syllables of her real name, Jeong Mi-na, and made that her nickname. It was only natural she'd assumed I had figured out her identity.
"Kind of obvious, right? I was too lazy to come up with a nickname so I just went with that, but I'm thinking of changing it."
I had perfectly valid reasons to believe Mina nuna was Bback-sa.
First was her body type.
Her relatively small chest and large butt struck me as similar to Bback-sa's.
Of course, her chest was a little bigger than in the photos, and her butt seemed a bit less substantial... but things can get distorted when taking pictures. And honestly, what woman these days uploads photos as-is without any photoshopping? I naturally assumed there'd been some degree of touching up on the butt too.
The second reason was that nuna had said the exact same thing as Bback-sa.
- Hey, is it Kkang-cheol because you're Kang Cheol-jin? Or is it Kkang-cheol because you're a Steel fanboy?
That was the message Bback-sa had sent.
'Is it Kkang-cheol because you're Kang Cheol-jin? Or is it Kkang-cheol because you like the Steel Alchemist?'
That was what Mina nuna had said.
When someone says something that similar, how could I not think Mina nuna was Bback-sa? That was the point where I'd become about halfway convinced.
The third reason was that nuna had brought up 'Trickster' first. With me already half-convinced, and then Trickster coming up in conversation, what more was there to see? The conversation had flowed naturally — how my tone on Trickster was rough, how she'd sent me weird photos, and so on.
And the decisive factor — the mole on her butt. That was the moment I'd become completely certain.
'But she's not Bback-sa? Unbelievable.'
The similar-sounding question was just a coincidence.
The difference between the photos and her real body was simply because she was a different person.
The conversation flowing naturally into Trickster topics wasn't because she was Bback-sa — it was because she was Hana, one of the countless perverts who'd sent me lewd illustrations.
"Well, go on in then."
"Yeah. You get home safe too. And, um, it was really good."
Maybe because she'd been so satisfied last night, nuna's face was slightly flushed. That had to be one of those moments of pride you feel as a man, right? It felt like my self-esteem was being replenished.
After parting ways with nuna, I scratched my head as I headed home. In the end, this meant the person I'd fucked wasn't Bback-sa.
Was it a problem that I'd fucked Mina nuna instead of Bback-sa? No, not at all.
'Not that it really matters either way.'
It just made me even more curious about Bback-sa's identity, which had now become a complete mystery.
- (Photo)
- Morning jack-off material lol
Who the hell are you.
I let out a hollow laugh as I looked at the photo of Bback-sa's ass, sent first thing in the morning.
*
A large ass moved up and down before my eyes.
Pelvis curved like a jar.
A firm, lifted glutes, unlike most women's.
Just looking at it, you could clearly tell the elasticity of that ass would be tremendous.
Cheolkeodeong!
"Hoo! So, did you get a good look?"
The owner of that extraordinary ass asked as she wiped off her sweat.
"Cheol-jin-ah?"
"Ah, yes! I think I've got it!"
Honestly, I hadn't gotten it at all, but I nodded for now. I couldn't exactly say I'd been spacing out staring at her ass, could I?
'At this level, isn't Seora noona Bback-sa?'
I was at the gym right now.
I'd come out to work out as promised yesterday. Today was my PT session with Seora noona.
"Alright, now let's try it yourself. Get in there."
"Yes."
She'd already shown me the demonstration twice — if I asked her to show me again, I'd get chewed out, right? For someone as timid as me, even asking multiple questions took courage.
In the end, I stepped into the squat rack without having fully understood.
"You support it with your traps, not your bones. This is called a high bar."
Fortunately, she kept explaining even once we got into the actual exercise.
Following nuna's instructions, I rested the center of the bar on my traps.
"Resting it on the rear delts below the scapula is called a low bar — don't do that unless you absolutely have to. It's bad for your lower back. Okay, grip the bar and unrack."
"Hup!"
It was an empty bar with no plates, so I lifted it easily.
"That's it. Slowly step back. Spread your legs and set your stance, take a breath in, tighten your core, and when you're ready, squat."
"Hup!"
Descend lightly.
"Stop. Right there — be conscious of the tension in your glutes and quads and slowly come back up."
Following Seora noona's words, I felt the muscles engage. It definitely felt like the force wasn't just going into my thighs but into my glutes too.
"Squeeze your glutes as you come up. Good job."
"Was that okay?"
"Yeah. You did well for someone doing it for the first time."
That was a relief. The movement had felt so simple I'd wondered if I was doing something wrong.
"Just spread your legs a little wider and be mindful of your knees tracking out. Your toes and knees need to point in the same direction. If they collapse inward or flare out too much, you could get injured."
"Ah, yes."
I answered briskly.
"Now let's load some weight and try it. We'll go up slowly, so don't worry."
"How many kilos should we put on?"
"I'll load it for you, so rest up. We'll start with just 10kg. That's 40kg including the bar."
40kg, so about one Areum? Nice, from now on 40kg equals 1 Areum.
'Wow....'
I watched nuna's back as she loaded the plates and inwardly marveled. I swear it wasn't because of the tank top and leggings that showed off her figure. I was marveling because Seora noona looked so damn cool doing her actual job.
'The whole atmosphere is different from yesterday.'
I'd always thought she was cool. I took lessons from nuna twice a week. Today was my fourth session.
But maybe because I'd seen her having so much fun yesterday, Seora noona looked especially cool today. Was this the contrast effect?
People often say a man looks cool when he's focused, but from a guy's perspective, a woman seriously engaged in her work was incredibly attractive too.
The reason Seora noona looked particularly sexy today surely wasn't just because of the clearly defined washboard abs visible under her tank top.
"Alright, 40kg squat!"
"Hup!"
That day, I worked my way up to a final squat of 90kg.
"That's it for today."
"Hoo. How's my weight? Is it at least average?"
I asked as I caught my breath.
Seora noona let out a hollow laugh.
"If you say that anywhere else, you'll get pelted with rocks. A guy who just learned squat form today hitting 90kg is a genetic freak."
"R-really?"
I'd honestly thought I'd be lucky to hit somewhere near average, and here she was calling me a genetic freak.
Seora noona looked at my thighs and continued.
"These days, a lot of people have zero relationship with exercise, so even 60kg is about average. And you... honestly, if you wore gear, I feel like you could push past 100kg right now."
"Oh, then should we try it?"
Getting praised for doing well had me fired up too. Honestly, I still had a little left in the tank.
But Seora noona shook her head firmly.
"You can't push too hard from the start. Safety first, safety second, safety third."
"Yes...."
"No need to rush. It's just muscles you haven't been using, so it's at this level — once your neuromuscular system activates, the weight will shoot up fast."
Having said that, Seora noona clapped her hands together.
"Alright, what do you do before and after a workout?"
"Always stretch."
"Correct. Let's head to the stretching room. I'll help loosen up any knots."
The 'Science Gym' I went to was the largest gym in the area. Thanks to that, not only did it have plenty of equipment including power racks, but it also had a separate stretching room.
'Though it's expensive to match.'
I'd agreed to compete in an amateur competition with Seora noona and gotten a 50% discount on my PT fees. The original price wasn't really a burden on my finances anyway, but I'd jumped at the idea of saving money.
'Kind of regretting it now.'
The problem was that I'd been obsessing over saving money while living on my own. Thinking back on it now, I had no idea what kind of confidence made me accept. Standing in front of people wearing nothing but underwear and striking poses to show off my muscles — in the past, I wouldn't have agreed even if they offered to pay me.
...So why didn't it feel as daunting as I'd expected now? Was it because I'd gone up on stage for the talent show during the MT trip?
'Did I always have attention-seeking tendencies?'
I seemed to remember enjoying being in the spotlight a very long time ago. Though that was back in elementary school.
The training room was completely empty.
Seora noona always emphasized stretching before and after workouts, but for all that emphasis, people rarely actually stretched. To the point where you'd wonder if the room had any reason to exist.
"Sigh. Nobody here again today. Stretching is how you finish a workout."
"Honestly, it's a hassle. I probably would've skipped it too if it weren't for you, nuna."
"And then you get injured and regret it too late, and you're the only one who loses out. Safety first!"
"Safety second, safety third."
I shrugged as I answered, and nuna nodded with satisfaction. I was practically being brainwashed with safety training.
If she drilled it into people this hard, you'd think everyone taking lessons from Seora noona would use the stretching room — so why was it always empty?
"Everyone only does it during my sessions. When they work out alone, they seem to skip it. Though there are some who do it while glancing around nervously."
"I see."
"You are not allowed to skip, got it? We go to the same school, so you can't run away. I'll storm the clubroom."
"Yes...."
Apparently, Seora noona really did visit the clubroom from time to time. She was a former club president, and she was also the one who'd dragged Bam nuna into the club, so she felt bad about it too, she said.
That mystery power rack in the clubroom was also Seora noona's doing. She'd whined about wanting to work out, and Bam nuna bought it for her or something?
'Just how much money does that nuna have?'
Was she seriously the daughter of some chaebol family?
"What are you thinking about that's got you so spaced out? Why aren't you following along properly?"
"I-I'm doing it diligently."
Seriously, her perceptiveness was supernatural.
I followed Seora noona's movements reflected in the front mirror and loosened up various muscles.
Soon, most of the stretches were done.
"Okay, now lie face down. I'll give you a massage."
"A massage... last time I checked, you didn't do this for anyone else."
"It's a special service for acquaintances — you don't want it? I learned sports massage, you know."
"No, that's not it. I'm grateful, of course."
I'd only asked because I was curious, since she didn't do it for anyone else.
'Honestly, if I'm being real, it's the part I look forward to the most.'
I subtly adjusted my junk so it wouldn't get crushed and lay face down on the mat.