Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: An Extremely Unjust Death (1)
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'Beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep beep.'
Thwack!
Junho snatched the alarm clock that had rudely interrupted his precious sleep and hurled it away, rubbing his eyes.
He'd stayed late last night finishing all the gym cleaning that the owner's wife had ordered, and now a client wanted an early-morning PT session, forcing him to drag himself awake at the crack of dawn.
"Ha... I really don't wanna go to work..."
Exhausted as he was, every client was precious to him. With his face so ugly it bordered on grotesque, landing PT clients was like reaching for the stars. He had to sneak discounts behind the other trainers' backs just to scrape together enough income to get by.
And today's client? She was the one person he secretly adored, someone incredibly dear to him. He slapped his own cheeks to chase away the drowsiness, then forced himself out of bed.
"Man, it'd be nice to have just one day off for once... Sigh."
Born into poverty, Junho had lost both parents in high school, so college was nothing but a pipe dream.
After his military service, his high school PE teacher—who now owned the gym—had advised him to get a recreational sports instructor certification. He'd landed a job there and had been slaving away as a trainer for five years to make ends meet.
At first, hardly anyone wanted PT from an ugly guy with no experience. Scraping by on meager pay, he'd hustled side gigs unloading cargo on days off, scrimping every penny until he could finally buy a tiny villa of his own.
Since turning twenty, Junho had cursed his life nonstop. Now twenty-seven, ugly and broke—no girlfriend, no dreams of marriage.
He was still a virgin, relieving his urges with the occasional solo session. Sure, he could've hit up a brothel to change that, but even that cost too much. Instead, he worked on his body, hoping fate would bring him the one someday.
'Sigh... If your face is busted, at least make your body count... But hey, it's Yuria's PT day today—let's power through! If I teach her with all my heart, maybe she'll see how sincere I am someday.'
In his fantasies, Yuria was already his bride, bearing his daughter, living happily ever after. Lost in that sweet reverie, he arrived at the gym, flung open the door, and bellowed a greeting.
"Good morning!"
"Oh, Junho? Your client's already here warming up. Get ready quick."
"Whoa, why so early? And you're out bright and early too, boss."
"Try getting old. No more sleeping in! Now change and hustle!"
His old teacher, who ran the gym after quitting teaching over a school bullying scandal, had always been kind to his former student Junho.
In return, Junho handled every odd job around the place, pouring his heart into the work. The owner appreciated him all the more for it.
But the teacher's wife? She constantly picked on him, forcing overtime, even using him to cover her affairs.
She'd make him close up, then sneak off for a romp with her lover and lie to her husband that she'd done it.
Junho knew everything but kept quiet—telling the boss would shatter him. Still, his resentment was building.
'How'd such a good guy end up married to that nasty woman... Wonder if he knows she's messing around with that new punk... Sigh...'
Junho knew the owner had caught on somewhat—enough to lose all affection for her, sleep in separate rooms, and keep up appearances only until their kids married. But it still broke his heart to see the kind man suffer.
'Anyway, not the time for that! Yuria's waiting... Hurry up!!'
Lost in thought, he changed into his uniform and dashed to Yuria on the treadmill.
"Good morning, Yuria!"
"Morning, Coach. Sorry I made you come in so early again... I just can't do before work any other time."
"Aw, no worries! I'm grateful you're my PT client! Alright, let's crush today's workout!"
Her bright smile hit him like always, making his heart flip once more.
Even with his repulsive looks, Yuria always smiled warmly and treated him kindly.
Beautiful and sweet—she'd stolen his heart ages ago. But knowing how gross he looked, he never dreamed of confessing.
'Wow, she's stunning... Holding that beauty at forty-five... What kind of jerk dumps a woman like her?'
He snapped out of it and started guiding her workout as diligently as ever.
"Alright, member! Just five more!"
"I... I'm dying... Can't do it..."
"You got this! Okay, three then!"
"O... Okay... Three... Or I'll die..."
"One... Two... Two... Two..."
"Aaaah! Coach!!! You're too mean!!"
Yuria wheedled and pouted, begging for mercy. But Junho never slacked on training, even for his crush. She huffed and puffed through the session.
When the brutal PT finally ended, she collapsed. He approached gently and began massaging her.
"Mmm... Ahh, that feels good~ Coach~ Do my thighs too. Yesterday's squats left 'em knotted... Coach?"
He doubted his ears, but when she called again and offered her thigh, he blissfully kneaded the smooth, oiled skin.
'Don't go higher... Stay sharp, Shin Junho... No boners allowed!!'
Seeing him excited yet holding back, Yuria felt a twinge of regret.
'Jeez... If only he'd get bold and graze a little higher... Mmm, his hands feel amazing... Alright, Yi Yuria—be brave today!!'
She'd long noticed his crush and liked his upbeat, dedicated vibe.
His face was a hurdle at first, but he was past the age where looks defined a man, and his body was killer. No worries about cheating like her ex. It only made him more appealing.
'Pot calling kettle black—I'm a divorced mom of two... Can't judge him. Plus, he's around my daughters' age... Ugh, Yi Yuria, you crazy woman!! Crushing on a guy young enough to be my son!!'
She cursed herself, but feelings weren't rational. Feeling his touch, her affection swelled.
"All done, member."
Staring dreamily as he massaged, her session flew by. Regretfully, she headed to shower for work.
They'd both harbored feelings but lacked that one step of courage. Today, she took it.
'Heh heh... No washing this hand that touched Yuria's thigh... And tonight at home, jerking with it is gonna feel epic...'
At the counter, lost in nerdy bliss staring at his hand, Yuria called as she left.
"Hey, Junho?"
"Ah! Member! Heading out? Great workout today—when for next PT? Anytime works for me."
"Not that... You free tonight? Wanna come over for dinner? My daughters are free too..."
'W... Wait, is this real? Yuria inviting me for dinner? Does that mean...? Nah, daughters too... Still, jackpot!'
"Y-Yeah!! Absolutely!! I'd make time no matter what!!"
"Hee hee, I'll Kakao the address... Make it by 7?"
"You got it!! Won't be late!!"
'Yes!! Junho's coming over!! Early out today, cook up a storm... And tonight? Heh heh heh.'
She flashed a radiant smile, said see-you-later, and left.
"Yes!! Score!! Confession tonight!!"
The owner eyed his solo victory dance like he was nuts but just tsked, knowing how hard he worked.
Counting down to quitting time at 6, Junho bolted the second the clock hit.
"Junho! Where you going?! You gotta close up!!!"
The wife, subbing for the owner, snapped viciously as usual. But he'd worked from dawn past 6—no holding him.
'Grr, that punk always closes when I say! Ugly bastard—we hire him, he should slave away!! Quitting on time like he's hot shit!! Agh, gotta figure how to meet my hunk tonight... Screw it, dump closing on someone else!'
She knew her husband suspected, but she couldn't quit her lover. She pawned closing off sloppily and plotted her hot rendezvous.