Chapter 16 - At the Gym (3)

'Alright. I'll time it right soon and escape within a week.' This is the judgment I've mulled over for so long.

Sensing a chill from behind, I glance back and smack my lips at the sight of the woman masturbating while staring at me. My face scrunches up involuntarily. I need to get away from this bitch as soon as possible.

Ugh, disgusting slut... The double-cunt named Min Eunjeong has her hand shoved in her pussy, using the sight of my ass and calves as side dishes while she fingers herself furiously. Unfortunately, in my current frail state, there's no way to fight back against this ridiculous voyeuristic pervert.

At least I won't have to see that shit once I escape soon.

The reason I'm grinning inwardly with such confidence about escaping is none other than the unique ability I drew right before coming to the gym, when she was groping my ass.

Not only is the new unique ability a whopping B-rank, but it's the all-in-one attack-and-defense power I've been craving.

With the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning, I check the ability again.

Status Window.

Muttering it casually in my mind, the status window summons before my eyes. Pop!—a square frame materializes.

On the floating status window, I click the 'Ivan 5' skill I got from the unique ability draw to check its details again. Honestly, I'm just clicking out of excitement, but there's also a worry I might have misunderstood it.

'Perfect.'

No need to explain—it's a cheat ability. My fist clenches involuntarily. Sure, a single B-rank ability proves its bullshit power, but let's break it down anyway.

'First, damage defense.' Just summoning one clone nullifies incoming damage. With a clone up, I'm invincible. Sure, lethal damage would destroy the clone, but I can just summon another.

'Second ability: item copying.' This is the real value. Humans are tool-using animals by nature. Weakened physical stats from clones? No problem with this. Give a kid a gun, and they can kill a MMA champ—that's reality. Buy a pistol from the villain shop, copy it with clones, and fire from all sides? No superhuman, no matter how strong, blocks bullets from every direction.

'And the first ability handles the headaches by offloading pain to clones.'

Now, the issue is timing the escape. She won't let me go easily, so I need the perfect opportunity.

But I need to hurry... as soon as possible. Staying with this woman will drive me insane for real.

It's a denial I keep telling myself, but deep down I know: if she keeps sucking the cum out of me, eventually I'll submit for real. Someone called this "male corruption," right? Even the handsome guys among my "brothers" fell to it sometimes... I don't want to become a body that can't live without pussy. If I keep getting crushed under her violent hips and ass, spurting my seed, that's exactly what'll happen.

Escape before then.

'Alright. For today, pretend to obey her every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠word.' Play along obediently, and maybe an escape chance pops up today. Better than pissing her off and getting locked away somewhere.

Stay cold, ice-cold, like a feverish flu patient cooling their head. Think. Don't see her as hated—see her as loved.

'Whew, anyway, craving a smoke.' That fresh pack from the convenience store girl is calling me. I was so busy plotting after seeing this woman that I haven't smoked a single one. Stress is building; my nose might bleed any second. Once this is over, I'll chain-smoke the whole pack.

"Hey, running's done. Lie down there and bench."

"Bench? Oh, got it..."

It's been less than 10 minutes of running. Already calling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it quits? Min Eunjeong's voice sounds urgent somehow... What is she plotting?

Come to think of it, she's stretching frantically like she's prepping for something. So intense and hurried. Her gray tank top darkens with sweat.

'Did she spray perfume?' For ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠some reason, a fragrant scent wafts from her body—lavender flowers? Must be expensive perfume. But she doesn't wear makeup, so perfume? Whatever. The smell's damn good. It oddly lifts my mood.

"Eight reps... hehe, gonna take eight loads."

"Pardon?"

"N-nothing! Hurry up and lie down there."

Decided to obey for now, so I comply meekly. First, I adjust the barbell weight on the bench—too weak for more than 5kg...

'But seriously, why would a beginner suddenly do bench press? It's weird.' Even if she started with bench on her first gym day, her body's stronger than a polar bear. She's worlds apart from me—why force this?

'Whatever, she's just gonna do something lewd to me again.'

Sighing at the pathetic future ahead, I lie on the bench and grip the bar overhead with both hands.

"Hup!"

I lift it to my chest, exhale, and press up. Even at minimal 5kg plus bar weight, it's a burden on this frail body.

Ugh!

Groaning inwardly, I lower and raise it repeatedly. At first, searing arm pain hits, but it fades into familiarity.

'Eight reps a set, right?'

I dredge up buried workout memories. An acquaintance from my past life was a gym rat; even back then, they pushed dead culture workouts on dying artists. I refused—too lazy to build myself when I could just make goons. Now I realize my past body was naturally strong; no gym needed... Bittersweet reality.

"Oh, form's pretty good for a first-timer."

"Huff, huff..."

"Guess I'll do my real workout too. Hup!"

Finishing her stretches, Min Eunjeong approaches and plants her heavy ass right on my lower body. Sweet fragrance assaults my nose— so intense and thick, my head glitches out, losing reality for a second.

'Wh-what was that just now? Ah! The bar!'

Snapping back, I nearly drop the bar from her sudden move.

"Wh-why the hell suddenly—"

"Hnn, hnn... Stay still. And rack the bar—dangerous if you drop it."

I obediently press it up and rack it. Watching, she lifts her ass slightly and slides my shorts down smooth.

"Hehe, no more resisting... Sis's pussy felt that good? Wanna creampie her womb and knock her up, right?"

"No, I don't really want—"

"Then what's this boner? Huh? You want to get fucked."

She's right—for a normal me, her ass wouldn't stiffen me up. But somehow, I'm rock-hard already. Am I getting dominated by her body bit by bit? No, I hate that... But rebelling means that breeding press bullshit again, frying my brain with childish positions. Better to stay still?

Head's not working right since sniffing her scent.

"Hnn, time to slide this dick... into my pussy?"

Min Eunjeong sways her hips lewdly, slow and seductive. Each motion drips like dew from wind-kissed leaves.

"Ah, no way..."

My head swims. Weird. Yesterday and this morning, no issue. Why this feeling now...?

"Wanna switch positions this time?"

"P-position...?"

"Holding hands, sloppy kissing during sex is nice, but sometimes... turn around like this..."

From cowgirl facing me, she reverses to reverse cowgirl, back to me. Her jutting tits catch my eye.

"Like this."

Schluuuurp—slowly, her ass sways down, engulfing me. The flesh-rending sound echoes through the empty gym.

"Haaaaah!"

Like an angry cat, her whole ass quivers. Can't see her face from behind, but I imagine the expression.

"Dick's too biiiig, haa, haa, gonna go craaaazy...!"

Not even halfway in, yet she trembles like it's fully buried, moaning insanely.

If I had my past life's body, she'd be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠under me now. Regrettable, but this small frame means lifelong fucktoy status.

'Wait, lifelong?' No, that's not right. Why am I thinking weird shit? Fine moments ago. Did some unknown unique ability hit me? Otherwise, no dumb fantasies like this.

Strange, so strange. Body hot, that fucking scent messing my head.

"Hnn, hnn, hnn! Haa, the diiiick..."

While I spiral in idiot thoughts, she swallows two-thirds of my cock. Gulping this monster in reverse cowgirl must strain her; she stops short, fists clenched.

"Haa, haa, haa. Fucking amaaazing, dick's amaaazing, brain turning dumb retard, haaaaa..."

"Ugh, urgh!"

Her slender arms tremble. From below, I see only her massive ass cheeks and muscled back. Her face must be pleasure-smeared woman bliss. Sadly, same for me. The insane pleasure climbs my tiny body, devouring it.

"Heek, heeeh..."

I start leaking vulgar moans I'd never make before.

"Then, I'll move for real now? Cum hard watching sis's ass."

And so, hellish pleasure hell begins.