Chapter 172: Afterstory 4
Chapter 172: Afterstory 4
A feast for the eyes, I guess you could say.
There were tons of hot women with killer bodies everywhere,
so just watching them was a decent mood lifter.
"So, do I work out with this?"
"Yes, hold your posture just like that."
A huge pair of tits jiggling right next to my face.
She hovered around me, claiming she was fixing my form.
what the viewers would actually see wasn't her chest—
"Um, you're really okay with this, right?"
"I said I don't care."
—it was my thick thighs squatting on the leg press machine.
This broadcasting tour started as an excuse to go on a date with Han Ye-ji.
These were shows filmed at the Academy, so how special could they really be?
Just posture-correction segments for male and female workout methods at the gym,
or competing for high scores on shooting practice programs at the range.
Magic and psychic powers weren't something amateurs could just barge into,
so those two activities were all we had.
But that alone was enough.
"Now, just a little more so you don't strain your legs... wait, you're an avatar, so does it even matter?"
"Like this... there's no way this is the actual weight? Is it because you're a Constellation?"
Just like pretty girls were used as broadcasting cheat codes in my past life,
a handsome guy in short shorts and a muscle-hugging shirt
was a sufficient cheat code for this world.
A video of a hot Constellation just working out.
Not that I cared about the broadcast's success in the slightest.
What mattered was Han Ye-ji, stuck right up against me.
"A little more from the shoulders here... yes, just like that."
Han Ye-ji's junior who always tagged along with us, Namgung Hui.
She was the Incarnation of Impregnable Wall, a Knight-class Constellation.
Maybe because she had more experience, Han Ye-ji
adjusted my posture even more precisely than the Academy cadet did.
"Brace it against your shoulder here, and when you pull the trigger, don't tense your wrist... yes, like that."
Gym, shooting range, then back to the gym.
A constant, easy flow of skinship as we hopped across various broadcasts.
Wrapping an arm around my shoulder, cradling my hand in hers, placing a hand on my thigh or calf.
Whether it was fitness or shooting, the format required fixing my form,
so the two of us—a man and a woman—getting stuck together was the obvious outcome.
'I know damn well how to shoot a gun.'
I was a guy who used to land 19 out of 20 shots.
Mandatory military service meant you couldn't help but learn how to fire a rifle.
But at times like this, I had to play dumb and stand there looking clueless.
"Uh, so, this part goes like this..."
The Academy cadet couldn't bring herself to touch a Constellation's body on their first meeting.
Taking her place, Han Ye-ji strode right up and placed her hand over the back of mine.
The cadet shot her an envious glance at that unabashed display.
It wasn't the envy of a woman itching to do something lewd to a man,
but more like she was jealous of having a one-on-one date with a Constellation and wandering around together all day.
The date, filled with the gratitude of the broadcasters,
naturally extended into dinnertime.
We even crashed a final broadcast reviewing the Academy cafeteria food.
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On the table sat a cup of steaming hot wine.
It wasn't even a cold winter, but we received it as a gift after appearing on a restaurant review show;
they said they made it themselves as thanks.
They mentioned the alcohol was almost gone after boiling it with cinnamon and lemon.
No way I'd get drunk on a drink that had less alcohol than beer.
Still, the reason Han Ye-ji's cheeks were flushing pink
wasn't the alcohol in the wine, but the date we'd had today.
"Wow, our faces are all over the videos, aren't they?"
Pink dolphin shorts and a white string tank top.
She lay in bed in her usual loungewear,
rolling around while staring at her smartphone.
Was it because of the room's cozy warmth, kept at a comfortable temperature for relaxing?
Her pale skin looked visibly tinted a rosy pink.
"Didn't I let them film us for exactly that reason?"
"Well, yeah, but seeing my own face there too makes me feel really weird."
"Sure, since you were always on the watching side."
This was Han Ye-ji, who used to donate tens of thousands of won to her favorite streamers.
She'd had her voice featured in viewer-participation games before,
but appearing on the thumbnails of a video site was probably a first.
And not just in one or two, but nearly ten videos, too.
As she lay on her stomach in bed playing the videos,
I pressed myself right up next to her and looked at the smartphone screen.
The first thing that caught the eye was my boldly emphasized thighs.
'No matter how I look at it, isn't this basically gym thirst-trap fluff?'
A man's thighs clad in black shorts.
The muscles were so defined you could call them thunder thighs.
this wasn't a body I built through exercise,
but a body created as a Dream Demon by reading women's desires,
but had that only served to excite their hearts more?
"Wow, this video has the most views."
"Really? What's there to see?"
There wasn't exactly any nudity.
It was just a form-fitting shirt and shorts.
The only skin exposed was just above the knees and the forearms.
But was it because of the triple threat: Dream Demon, Constellation, and handsome face?
The first gym video we filmed
was boasting an overwhelmingly high view count.
Conversely, the shooting range videos had the lowest views.
'True, the guys in my past life were exactly this predictable.'
Didn't some YouTuber's views multiply dozens of times just because she wore a cleavage-baring dress while playing the piano?
It really drives home that people are the same everywhere.
"We didn't go to the alchemy district, but over there—"
She turned to look at me while casually scrolling down the screen.
Then, seeing my face much closer than she'd realized,
she froze stock-still, as if she'd just seen Medusa.
If Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun treated dreams and reality as the same
and maintained the exact same attitude in both,
then Han Ye-ji was the type to distinguish between them.
In dreams, she was used to clinging to me and acting spoiled,
but in reality, she would get awkward, trying to stay somewhat formal.
I knew that, which is exactly why I called her into the bedroom on purpose.
'Still, she's the most comfortable one...'
Lee Ha-rin wore a dog collar as a symbol of submission,
and Kim Ha-eun wanted to discard her physical body because she'd messed up.
Those two were so extremely devoted they were a little chilling.
Thinking about that, Han Ye-ji was just adorable.
Han Ye-ji wanted a lover who'd welcome her home with a warm meal.
Lee Ha-rin wanted to make a clone to personally attend to my every meal, bath, and need.
Comparing their first dreams, the sheer weight of their desires was on a different level.
So, I simply drew out the fantasies in my heart as they were.
The kind of cringy, lovey-dovey stuff you want to try when you get a girlfriend.
Crouching underground in a world ruined by nuclear war,
I had run through a lot of fantasies in my head.
I stopped my thoughts from heading down a sudden depressive path
and simply pressed my lips to the pale cheek that had come right up to my nose.
I'd come to a comfortable world where I could laze around, eat, and live with women;
there was no reason to get depressed by chewing over the hardships of my past life.
I smiled faintly,
and a soft, moist sensation touched my cheek.
"Uh, so, I mean..."
"What are you trying to make excuses for?"
Was it because my tone had suddenly turned so casual it was almost cheap?
Han Ye-ji still wasn't totally used to this kind of human interaction.
I'd given her permission to speak comfortably and be casually by my side.
Seeming to have mustered her courage, she kissed me on the cheek.
Me? Why the hell would I be upset?
I kissed her back.
This time, not on the cheek, but on the lips.
—But since this is an avatar, does it even matter?
The video from the smartphone now abandoned on the bed
showed the Constellation avatar's abnormal physical abilities,
but it was rapidly shoved out of our sphere of attention.
Han Ye-ji pressed her lips forward with wet smacking sounds.
Was I seeing her through love-struck eyes? Even her clumsiness was cute.
Still, shouldn't she start getting used to sex in reality too?
Without even looking, she fumbled her hand out and turned off the smartphone.
As the voices of the Academy cadet and Han Ye-ji chattering away inside the screen vanished,
a silence filled the room, a little awkward but not unpleasant.
"......"
Her lips approached me once more.
From my lips to my cheek, and from my cheek to my neck.
Her face slowly traveled down my body without a word.
Her warm touch, as it meandered down,
came to a subtle stop on my chest.
The usual Han Ye-ji would be
sneaking glances at me by now,
but had today's date given her courage?
"I love you. Really."
Instead of reading my face, she met my eyes and smiled softly.
Gently murmuring, she pulled my shirt inside out and stripped it off me.
Maybe a lean, slender hottie is less intimidating than a massive muscular hunk.
Instead of size, my body was sculpted with prettily defined, lean muscles.
As if wanting to feel that difference, her hands glided softly down my torso.
Her hot breath traveled down from my nape to my chest, then down to my lower stomach.
'The virgin who used to awkwardly undress me while checking my reaction now knows how to set the mood.'
But was the tension still unavoidable?
Her hands resting on my waistband,
she let out a ragged breath near my lower stomach.
It wasn't some perverted huffing and puffing,
but rather a deep, tense sigh—a "Hoooo."
We'd spent so many nights together,
so why did she have to take a deep breath every time she pulled down my pants?
That bumbling attitude naturally brought a smile to my face.
Gaining courage from that smile, she pulled my pants down.
There it was, my cock still standing upright despite the pressure of my underwear.
The width of my torso might've shrunk significantly compared to the muscular giant look,
but there was absolutely no reason for things down below to have shrunk.
When you think of a sexy, muscular beauty,
or a sexy cutie with a bit of love-handle,
it all just boils down to imagining a busty woman.
Whether it's a slight fold of puppy fat or an 11-line set of abs,
when people imagine "sexy," they first picture a big, full chest,
so when you imagine a sexy man, you picture heavy muscles and a huge cock.
Anyway, that's how women in this world worked.
"Oh... as, as impressive as ever."
"Well, yeah, no reason for it to change, is there?"
Maybe I'd flustered her with the sudden reveal of my dick right before her eyes?
At her strange comment, I couldn't hold back my laughter and burst into a loud, "Pff-haha."