Chapter 132
Chapter 132
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 132
Chapter Title: The Age Where I Want to Brag Like Crazy
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One day, I wondered if I might just die trapped under the heavy blanket, unable to crawl out.
That fear kicked off my survival-style workouts.
I'm not getting any personal training, but Seol-yun takes care of all the details and teaches me everything, so I'm somehow sticking with it.
Just when I start getting used to it, she ups the weight.
Just when I start getting used to it, she increases the reps.
I even suspected once that this way, I'd never escape the pain for the rest of my life.
Honestly, there are still days when it feels like I'm about to die, but I don't want to show weakness in front of my little sister.
One day, I asked Seol-yun about it.
If exercise is supposed to be this torturous, how do people even enjoy it?
But she casually said it was nothing compared to the pain she felt as a kid when she was sick, and that she's just gotten used to the agony.
Hearing that terrifying line so nonchalantly made it hard for me to keep whining.
Anyway, that's not what I wanted to say.
What I mean is, the workouts seem to finally be paying off.
'Has my body line changed a bit?'
Breast tissue itself doesn't have muscle, so exercise won't make it bigger or smaller.
But the pectorals it's attached to can grow, so with the right training, you get a subtle lift and some shaping effect.
Not that I looked it up because I cared or anything—Seol-yun's the one who told me.
The point is, my pecs seem a little bigger.
My chest looks perkier, the lines are prettier.
My butt's firmer too.
Fitness folks love calling it an "eye-body."
Short for InBody scan done with your eyes.
At the end of the day, working out is all about sculpting your body's lines, so nothing beats an eye-body in importance.
'I want to show it off.'
Of course, my mind's still that of a guy, and I haven't turned into a full-on girly girl deep down.
But I'm not about to shave my head or go around shirtless either.
Might as well look as good as possible, right?
This has absolutely nothing to do with any "female" nonsense.
'To who, though?'
But here's the problem.
Who the hell do I show it to?
You might think Seol-yun, who's been teaching me and checking my form, would be perfect.
But at the gym, every uncle we pass stares with eyes bulging at the weights she's handling—terrifying loads—while she struts in skin-tight leggings and a sports bra, her body on full predatory display like she's about to devour any weakling in sight.
No, that's too harsh on my sister.
She's got this wild mare crossed with lion vibe, and bragging to her about my chlorella-level body feels a bit embarrassing.
So, Seol-yun's off the list for now.
And then it hits me.
I have exactly zero girl friends!
My social circle is a hopeless wasteland!
Is this why people do SNS?
To sneak in brags whenever the urge strikes?
If I turned on a stream and showed the viewers, they'd lose their minds in delight,
but flashing it to a faceless crowd feels off.
To show off my pec gains, I'd have to zoom right in there.
Forget the embarrassment—wouldn't that violate stream rules against emphasizing sexual areas and get me banned?
Argh! I want to brag!
No one to brag to!
But I still want to brag!
After agonizing over it, I decided to brag to Wild.
💬 Messenger — Legender <Hey> — Legender <Hey> — Legender <Heyyy> — Legender <Heyyyyaheyyahey> — Lee Jun — Legender <Don't get the wrong idea, just listen> — Legender — Legender — Legender <So you're gonna have to check it out> He declared he'd take responsibility for me (as a friend), so he's got a duty to look at stuff like this.
Take it or leave it.
— Lee Jun <Yeah, send it over> — Legender <(Mirror selfie standing tall, chest puffed out; wearing just a sports bra)> Unlike confident Seol-yun, I stick to long-sleeved training gear at the gym to stay modest.
But then you can't observe pec development, so for an eye-body shot, this is unavoidable.
No other intentions whatsoever.
— Legender <FYI, this is what I looked like week one at the gym> — Legender <Eye-body from my newbie days> Only after sending them did I think, Is this kinda weird?
But do our relationship need to fit into society's gaze, people's prejudices, or societal norms by force?
Doesn't the world have room for at least one friendship like this?
— Lee Jun <You've been working hard> — Lee Jun <Looks good seeing you work out> — Lee Jun <Keep it up!> — Legender <Not a macro response, right?> — Lee Jun <You're the best, Jeon Jeonseol!> — Lee Jun <Amazing!> — Lee Jun <So respectable!> — Lee Jun <Always be happy^^> — Lee Jun <(@)))))))) Leaving a kimbap line, that's 20,000> "Ahem."
It was a bit teasing, but letting someone know about my steady efforts and getting their approval quieted the approval monster inside me a little.
For reference, the photo I sent Wild was the tame version.
To really capture an eye-body properly, you take it naked right after a shower.
No weird intentions—it's just the best way to track body changes accurately.
Ask any gym rat.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Lee Jun was utterly flustered when he got Seol-a's message.
She's showing off her workout progress—fine, but what was with all that lengthy disclaimer?
Sure, it would be neat if female trainers only taught women and males only taught men, but sometimes guys train women.
No need for such a preamble if you approach it that way.
Poor Legender, so friendless...
And then the two photos he received.
You really had to squint and examine them slowly to even tell before from after.
She's barely been at it for half a year anyway.
But squint hard and compare carefully, and you could kinda-sorta see it: her pitifully skinny frame had a bit more color, a hint of muscle filling out.
Body recomposition is a long-term project anyway—you don't see quick results like that.
Still, Lee Jun praised her sincerely.
Can't kill a newbie's spirit.
Water the sprout.
After showering her with praise until Seol-a was satisfied, Lee Jun thought,
If anyone ever found this photo in his messenger history, it'd be a massive scandal.
Someone else might not resist saving it to their gallery, but he had the rationality to weigh the risks if caught.
She was gorgeous, sure—but not his type.
She was gorgeous, sure.
Gorgeous enough to warp normal tastes, but knowing her personality quirks...
As he zoomed in to delete the photo Seol-a sent, something caught Lee Jun's eye.
Seol-yun, accidentally captured in the corner of the mirror while Seol-a was snapping the shot.
Tiny in the frame, but modern cameras are sharp—even zoomed, it was clear as day.
"Begone, foul demon!"
Lee Jun shrieked and deleted the photo.
Otherwise, he might've hit save without thinking.
Thus, world peace was preserved once more.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The distance with viewers is always tricky.
They're a huge, vague multitude, so sharing intimate secrets is out of the question.
But not even being able to share something you really want to brag about? Kinda sad.
Even though the fandom's called Legend's Friends, Legend Keepers.
The shooting was traumatic, the stalker incident too recent.
I want to rise above it all coolly, but that's scary and hard.
The world has good and bad, obviously.
Wars rage across the globe, people kill people.
I know better than to fear everything or think I can hide from it all.
I want to get closer.
But it's tough.
I want to pull away too.
Honestly, I hate that.
Even introverts don't want total isolation.
I just get shy around people a lot.
That's when Teamfight Arena's developer and operator, Infinity Games, made an offer.
They want me as a special commentator for the Korean tournament finals.
An official event should have solid security.
Just like zoo bars separate internet from reality, maybe safety fences exist between realities too?