The YouTuber's Melancholy
I decided to meet up with the rather gloomy fitness YouTuber known as Miss H. Since the conversation wasn’t exactly something we could have out in the open, I agreed to visit her officetel directly. Before heading over, I pulled up her YouTube channel to get a better sense of what kind of content she made. Sorting the videos by popularity made my eyes bulge.
“Whoa, this is…”
The thumbnail showed her in leggings that clung to her body like a second skin, performing squats. The fabric stretched taut, perfectly highlighting her explosive apple hips. As her knees moved up and down, the firm, smooth curve of her ass was laid completely bare. It was far more arousing than if she’d been naked.
“Incredible.”
I’d already noticed her figure at the competition, but seeing it through the camera lens with all the flattering angles and lighting made her look even sexier than in real life. Even though it was just an exercise video, I soon found myself sporting a very noticeable bulge in my pants. The clip was giving me more sexual stimulation than most straight-up porn.
I kept watching her videos, completely losing track of time, until Seria reminded me that I was about to be late. After subscribing and liking a few of her clips, I headed to the officetel address she’d given me. With a tiny spark of hope that I might get to see those same leggings or dolphin shorts in person, I knocked on her door.
I quickly realized that hope had been in vain.
“Kim Hyunjin…?”
“Ah, yes. Nice to meet you.”
“Haa… come in.”
Her eyes were ice cold. The atmosphere inside the apartment felt just as chilly. Instead of the revealing leggings or dolphin shorts I’d been fantasizing about, Han Gaeul was wearing an oversized hoodie and thick training pants. She stared at me warily, clearly sizing up whether I was really the guy from the competition.
“So… you’re the one who entered the arm-wrestling event, right?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
My ordinary-looking face must have made her doubt it at first. Only after hearing my voice did she seem convinced, and she led me over to the table.
“I’ll ask you straight. You didn’t team up with Nam Seokjin to rig it, did you?”
So the arm-wrestling ranker I’d faced was named Nam Seokjin. From what I’d heard, he’d fiercely denied any collusion at first, but once things blew up he’d gone completely silent and ghosted everyone. That was why she was looking at me with such suspicion.
If I simply said I wasn’t involved, would she even believe me? Sometimes actions spoke louder than a hundred words.
“You said you had a grip strength meter at home, right?”
“Yes, here it is.”
She handed me the device with clear skepticism. Of course, having a strong grip didn’t automatically mean you were good at arm-wrestling, so a high number alone wouldn’t prove anything. But what if I showed her overwhelming power?
I grabbed the grip meter and squeezed. The needle shot straight up to 100kg in an instant. The average man’s grip strength was around 50kg, and even professional athletes rarely broke 100kg. When an ordinary-looking guy like me calmly maxed it out on the first try, genuine shock spread across Han Gaeul’s face. She clearly hadn’t expected me to surpass 100kg.
What if I used a little Sex Power?
Grip Strength Overload
Crack!
I wrenched the meter to its absolute limit. The handle couldn’t withstand the force and shattered in my hand.
“This should be proof enough, right?”
“Th-this is…!”
Since she was the one who’d brought out the device, she couldn’t deny the overwhelming strength I’d just displayed. Han Gaeul touched the broken meter in disbelief and asked,
“You’re not taking some kind of suspicious drugs, are you?”
“Of course not. My sexual function is perfectly normal.”
I wasn’t entirely sure, but I’d heard that steroids and similar muscle-enhancing drugs often caused sexual dysfunction. I recalled that fact and tossed out the light joke. Apparently fascinated by my impossible grip strength, Han Gaeul reached out and touched my forearm.
The moment her soft hand made contact with my skin, the YouTube videos I’d watched earlier replayed automatically in my head. Thinking of her in those tight leggings made my cock swell so much that the front of my pants bulged obscenely.
“…It really does seem normal.”
“Ahem. Excuse me for a moment. I need to use the bathroom.”
It wasn’t fully hard yet, but the sheer size of my dick made its outline completely visible through my pants. I pressed it down with my hand and hurried into the bathroom, calming myself before coming back out.
Even though Han Gaeul had clearly noticed my reaction, she acted like nothing had happened and continued speaking.
“If you were to arm-wrestle, how many people do you think you could handle?”
Her tone, which had been quite cold when I first arrived, had softened considerably. It probably wasn’t because she’d seen my huge cock. More likely, she’d finally found a ray of hope in what had seemed like a hopeless situation.
“I could do it all day.”
I answered with the confidence of a movie superhero. Han Gaeul seemed to like my bold attitude; a pleasant smile spread across her face.
“Good. As you probably know, my situation right now is terrible. There are ridiculous rumors spreading that I rigged the match so you would win and I wouldn’t have to donate.”
“I see.”
“There’s only one way to shut down that nonsense. I have to show everyone the truth directly. Can you help me?”
I understood exactly what she was asking. She wanted to host another arm-wrestling tournament and have me participate to crush every single person spreading those lies. Given how big the controversy had become, it wouldn’t be a casual event anymore. Every self-proclaimed strongman would show up, along with professional arm-wrestlers trying to “prove” it was rigged. Even the world champion would struggle with that lineup.
And she was asking me to handle it all.
Her pupils trembled violently, clearly terrified I might refuse. I looked at her for a moment, then answered with complete confidence.
“Sure. Let’s do it.”
On a certain website that covered internet broadcasters. Normally the comment section was a chaotic battlefield of arguments and insults, but there were times when these users united with a single purpose. To an outsider it might look like a festival, but in reality a funeral was in full swing—a public burial of someone’s reputation.
Most people browsing the site had no idea who Han Gaeul was and didn’t care. A few had roughly figured out the situation and knew someone was orchestrating the whole thing. But nobody stepped up to defend her. They were simply enjoying the festival—no, the funeral—like kids playing with a fun new toy.
With Presel and IsshueLeka constantly throwing more fuel on the fire, the flames showed no sign of dying down. They were all eagerly waiting for Han Gaeul to release an official statement.
And soon enough, her statement finally dropped.
1. I never cheated. The regular participant won fair and square with pure skill.
2. I will host another arm-wrestling tournament with that same participant and a 5 million won prize pool.
3. If I fail, I will delete my channel. If I succeed, delete Presel’s and IsshueLeka’s channels.
Everyone had expected her to deny everything or at best apologize and go on hiatus. Instead, she came out swinging with a counterattack that completely flipped the script. The internet lost its mind in excitement.
What had started as a simple dispute had transformed into one of those once-in-a-year mega events.
The attention had completely shifted. Instead of focusing on Han Gaeul, everyone was now watching the two who had picked the fight in the first place.