6. Physical Training Room 2
The sun had fully set, and it was late at night with the surroundings pitch black. I cautiously stepped into the hallway. My clothes weren't the problem—no reason to walk so carefully. I had my pants on properly, and even my underwear was fully in place underneath. Still, my heart kept pounding relentlessly.
Tomorrow was the official move-in day for the dorm, as announced by the school. Come morning, students would flood in all at once. I wanted to make the most of these final hours when no one was around yet. So, I planned to do something even more perverted than anything I'd tried before.
Luckily, the door to the physical training room wasn't locked even at night. Do they not bother managing it at all? I opened the door and flipped on the lights right away. The room, which had only faint moonlight filtering in from outside without a single streetlamp, lit up brightly. The glass walls on three sides turned into mirrors, reflecting my smooth form instead of the outside scenery. It felt like being alone in an empty room, that solitary vibe. But in reality, it was just plain glass—anyone outside could see everything. No, with me being the only one turning on the lights up here on this dark mountainside, it might draw even more attention.
Tension squeezed my chest tight. I loved that thrilling tension, the rising heat. "Haa... I'm really doing this."
I carefully stripped off my clothes one piece at a time. With each layer shed, the white skin reflected in the glass mirror expanded. Before long, a completely naked woman stared back from the glass. I really did it. I stripped naked in a space open to the outside... With glass walls on every side, anyone out there can see it all. Feels so good. Just taking off my clothes, and already sticky fluid was beading from my pussy. How can this feel so good? I'm such an irredeemable pervert.
For a fleeting moment, doubt crossed my mind—Is it really okay to do this?—but even that felt good. I'm a pervert, after all... Yeah, this is what perverts like me deserve. I'll exercise in a state no one could ever excuse. If someone comes, I'll beg them to watch. Watch me dripping pussy juice everywhere while I work out.
First, stretching. I stood in the wide open space where no equipment blocked the view, my entire body reflected in the glass mirror. Soft breasts, the pussy barely hidden by fuzz down below—nothing covered, just standing there raw. My skin flushed pink from the building heat. I crossed my arms overhead and stretched upward. The recoil made my breasts jiggle like pudding, perfectly captured in the glass.
"Ngh."
The sight hit my eyes unfiltered, drawing out a hot breath on its own. Slowly, I sat on the floor, legs extended, bending forward to grab my toes. My breasts naturally pressed against my thighs, squishing flat. The sideboob spilling out beside my legs looked obscene. I could feel the lewd juice leaking from my pussy trickling down my ass to the floor. The sensitive parts touching the same ground my shoes had grazed earlier? Didn't bother me at all. If anything, it felt too good to bear.
What comes next...? Oh, right. Light upper body warm-up done—now lower body. One knee on the floor, the other bent to stretch the thigh muscles taut. My legs naturally spread, exposing my soaked pussy wide in the glass mirror. Spread so far even the fuzz couldn't hide it, pink inner flesh gleaming plain as day. "Hah!" The hole between my legs is totally visible. I didn't mean to show this much. Unlike my dry skin elsewhere, my pussy looked drenched like I'd hosed it down—impossible to miss. I half-assed the stretch and scrambled to my feet. Too embarrassing. What right do I have to complain, standing naked in the training room? But showing my hole is too much. Naked's fine, but not the insides...? What kind of logic is that? Both are equally shameful.
Absurd thoughts spiraled into excuses. Ngh, please just look once. I'll work out naked as payment... Mumbling apologies to no one in particular, I hurried to a machine. Arms spread wide, pulling the handles forward—a chest exercise whose name I didn't know, but I'd used it a few times. It required both hands, so no covering my breasts. Breasts... I'll show them all.
"Eut!"
The handles bore heavy weight—I'd sat down without checking. Arms splayed, I couldn't pull them an inch. Each strain sent my stiff nipples quivering. Like my arms are bound, someone watching, making my tits react. The glass mirror reflected it all straight to my eyes. I stared blankly, arms pinned, at the mirror. So slutty. Total pervert... That's me? I shouldn't do this, shouldn't enjoy it. But compared to stripping in some corner, this gaze—even if it's just mine—feels dizzyingly real. Better than nothing.
Carefully releasing the handles, I got off the too-heavy machine. I could adjust the weight and keep going, but I wanted to try others. Not here for real exercise—just fiddling with whatever caught my eye. Standing up, I saw the leather seat slick white where my pussy had touched. Pussy, you're soaked... Want to touch the hole and clit right now, but no. Last day—gotta try everything. Can't waste it.
Glancing around restlessly, afraid my hands would wander on their own if I didn't hurry. My eyes landed on the bench press. Small bench for lying back, barbell overhead. Lining up my shoulders, I lay down cautiously. Ah, a bit short? My legs dangled awkwardly in the air. The bench ended midway up my thighs past my ass. This means I have to spread my legs... And then... It'll all show again.
The mirror showed an awkward pose even to me—knees barely 30cm apart. Yet that hole I'd fled from earlier gleamed clear in the reflection. But... too embarrassing to spread more. Eyes off the mirror, I grabbed the bar quick. Plan: a few reps, then flee to something else. I lifted it from the rack.
"Hup."
Heavier than expected, though empty. Arms trembled. Spread legs a little more, and it'd stabilize... Faint shame still blocked me. But it's the last day—here for the most perverted stuff. A tiny devil whispered in my mind. Yeah. No one's around—spreading a bit won't hurt. Time to exercise, Ha-yoon.
Slowly parting my legs, offering my pussy to the glass mirror. Posture stabilized; shaky arms steadied. Naturally, the hole between hid no longer, gaping open. Lewd drops rolling from it reflected crystal-clear into my eyes. This is exercise—no helping it. Proper form makes it easy. Finish a set before racking. No quitting early.
Lowering the bar bit by bit, then up slow. Heavy but manageable empty bar, even spread wide. All of it, watch it all. Perverted girl working out with pussy spread wide—watch every bit. "Haa..." After several reps, I carefully racked it. Didn't expect an empty bar to feel so heavy. Wasn't planning real workout... Arms actually hurt. Next, find something less taxing.
Legs still splayed, I sat up on the bench and glanced at the mirror. Juice from my inner thighs soaked the leather fully. Sweat-slick skin in the reflection reeked of sex. A naked woman leaving pussy stains on every seat, standing alone amid the machines. Just watching from the mirror's other side made my pussy quiver thrillingly. The woman in the glass smirked in satisfaction. Muscles loose from the workout—or maybe the nudity—had me feeling great.