Chapter 23: It Started with Stretching, but the End Was...
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 23: It Started with Stretching, but the End Was...
"Uh, wait—"
"You should change inside there..."
I pointed toward the changing room.
"Oh, come on. Why are you acting like this, Trainer? It’s not like you haven't seen me before. We’ve already had an 'incident' like that. Besides..."
Heo Da-young glanced at my current state—barely covered by a single towel wrapped around my privates.
"You’re already practically naked yourself, Trainer."
Da-young laughed as she shed her clothes.
The sight of her black lace underwear made my head spin. Both the bra and the panties were pitch black. The intricate lace and flamboyant patterns made it look as if she had dressed specifically to seduce someone.
To seduce someone...
Could it be me?
Da-young undressed slowly. It felt intentional, as if she were flaunting her naked body, taking her time to take things off and put others back on. She was clearly aware that I was staring intently at her.
She swayed her hips from side to side as she pulled on a pair of skin-tight leggings. Today, her outfit consisted of a loose-fitting gym top and those tight leggings.
Da-young shot me a sidelong glance and licked her lips. Her gaze had changed. She seemed fine just a moment ago—or was she? Had I just missed the signs because I was flustered?
Whatever the case, the gym's hypnosis effect had her completely in heat.
I need to stay focused.
Ultimately, the goal was to remove her fatigue. As long as she was under the suggestion that exercise—not sex—would clear those fatigue substances, the right choice was to focus on the workout, even if she was trying to seduce me.
"Then, I’ll go change as well."
"No, it’s fine."
"Pardon?"
"It’s not like you’ll be moving around violently, Trainer, so isn't it okay? It’s not like there’s anyone else here to see."
Her soft smile reminded me of a succubus.
Right.
"If you're finished changing, shall we begin today's PT?"
"I'd love to."
I had to lead this well. This was a gym, not a brothel. I concentrated with all my might, despite being naked with nothing but a towel around my waist.
"What are you going to teach me today, Trainer?"
Da-young poked my chest with her finger.
"Yo—Yoga."
"Yoga?"
"We’re going to flush out fatigue through muscle contraction and relaxation. Office workers always have heavy shoulders, right? Today, we’ll focus on releasing that tension."
"Aha."
I rolled out a yoga mat and guided her over. She stood on the mat.
"First, we’ll start with some light stretching."
"Okay."
"Please sit on your knees."
Da-young knelt down. I instructed her to stretch her arms behind her back.
"Reach both hands behind you and interlace your fingers."
Da-young extended her arms back.
"Now, open up your shoulders. Once they're open, tilt your neck slightly forward."
Da-young followed my instructions. As she bowed her head, her hair fell to the side, revealing the smooth line of her neck. I reflexively averted my eyes.
"I’ll count to ten. Please hold that pose."
"Ngh... This is actually quite tough."
"One, two... ten. All right, you can stop."
"Whew."
Da-young released her hands and let out a sigh of relief.
"Now, let’s loosen up a bit more. Stay seated..."
While keeping her shoulders fixed, she tilted her head side to side to relax her neck and shoulder muscles.
"Next, we’re going to move into a Table Pose."
"Table Pose?"
"It leads into the Downward-Facing Dog. I’ll show you an example. Place your wrists under your shoulders and your knees under your hips. Keep your toes tucked and press your palms firmly into the mat."
I got down on all fours to demonstrate the position.
"Ah."
"You know this one, right?"
"Yes, I know it."
"Open your shoulders as much as possible, press your navel down gently, and lift your head to look at the ceiling."
"Aha, I see."
Da-young smiled brightly and took the Downward-Facing Dog position. I thought the stretching was going smoothly.
However...
"Trainer, I can't seem to get the form right... I don't really understand what you mean by 'opening' my shoulders."
Da-young looked at me with a pained expression, almost as if she were about to cry.
"You can't do it?"
"Yes. Could you help me adjust my posture?"
"Then I'll show you the example again—"
"No. Please adjust my body directly."
"Ah..."
Gulp.
Right, this was a member's request. Ignoring a request would negatively impact satisfaction levels. Therefore...
"Understood."
Still wearing nothing but the towel, I approached Da-young.
"Now, to open your shoulders..."
I grabbed Da-young’s shoulders and pulled them back. Her chest opened up, and her back straightened out completely.
"Haa-ah!"
"Huh?"
"Oh, Trainer... if you grab me so suddenly like that... it’s a bit much."
"Ha, haha. My apologies."
Maybe I was too enthusiastic. I must have put too much strength into my fingers.
"Well then, shall we try the pose again?"
"The thing is..."
"Yes?"
"I don't feel enough pressure. I'd like you to give me a good, firm push."
"Ahem, alright."
I stood beside Da-young and pressed down lightly on her lower back.
"Hnghh~."
A sweet moan escaped her lips.
"I-I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. Press harder."
I applied a bit more pressure with my hand.
"Ha-ah."
She pushed her buttocks up high.
Thump.
"Huh?"
"Oh my?"
Her rear end brushed against my member hidden beneath the towel.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I would touch you."
"No, it's my fault."
"It's... quite large, isn't it?"
It was obvious to anyone that it was intentional. There was no way she could have touched me from that distance otherwise. Her gaze was terrifying—as sharp and predatory as a hunter eyeing its prey.
"Ahem, well, since you seem loosened up, shall we move to the next pose?"
"What's the next one?"
"It’s the Cat Pose, which follows the Downward-Facing Dog. It’s a famous one, so I’m sure you know it."
"Oh, I know that. Like this, right?"
Da-young stretched her arms forward and pressed her head down while keeping her hips raised. My eyes naturally drifted to her upturned rear. At the same time, her panty line became visible.
Any man would know—something subtly visible is far more provocative than blatant exposure. The panty line showing through the leggings felt much more erotic than the lace underwear itself.
Bulge.
'Ah.'
I was screwed. My guard must have dropped. My member twitched and throbbed, becoming prominent enough to almost peek out from under the loosely draped towel.
'Calm down. Calm down, little friend!'
If I got caught with an erection in this situation...
"Phew."
I tried not to focus on the subtle panty line, but my eyes kept drifting back. She definitely had a great body. It wasn't a perfectly sculpted athlete's physique, but she had just the right amount of flesh, and her glutes were surprisingly well-lifted. Even accounting for the shaping effect of the leggings, her body lines were incredibly smooth.
The fact that a woman with a body like that was acting slightly prickly while simultaneously pushing herself onto me...
I couldn't stop getting excited. This wasn't right. How could I stay calm when a woman was right next to me, smiling and trying to seduce me every time our eyes met?
Once it had been triggered, it wasn't going to settle down easily.
Twitch.
It jerked once. I could see the towel heave.
"How is it?"
Just then, Da-young turned her head to look at me. Her eyes landed right on the twitching towel.
"Were you looking at my butt?"
"N-no, I wasn't."
I turned my head away, my face flushing red.
"It's okay. You can look. You really are a trainer, after all. You're just checking to see if I'm using the right muscles, right?"
Hehe.
Her words and her expression didn't match. She said it was okay, but she bit her lower lip as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.
"Trainer, could you guide me more specifically?"
"Pardon?"
"I want you to look closer to see if my form is correct."
"I... Understood."
Despite my unease, I stepped closer. I moved in to adjust Da-young’s posture. Just as I got close enough to feel the warmth of her skin...
"Wait a second."
As Da-young shifted her position, the tip of her foot brushed against my groin. The towel that had been precariously covering my privates fell to the floor with a soft thud.
"Ah..."
"I'm sorry, Trainer..."
Sorry, my foot! Who wouldn't know she did that on purpose?
My "privates," already fully aroused by the tense situation, were now fully exposed. The "tent" I had been pitching under the towel was now out in the open.
"Wow..."
A low exclamation escaped her. Da-young covered her mouth with both hands as she stared at me. More specifically, at my dick.
"It... really got big, didn't it?"
"T-that... I'm sorry."
"It's because of me, right?"
"What?"
"You got hard while watching me exercise. Isn't that right?"
Da-young began to crawl toward me on all fours. Her hand reached out and snatched my member. Her soft fingers wrapped around my throbbing dick. I could feel it vividly—the sensation of each finger dancing over my shaft.
"M-Member, you can't do this."
"What can't I do? My heart beats faster when I look at you, Trainer, and you're clearly excited looking at me, so..."
"The thing is, Member..."
"Don't call me 'Member.' Call me Da-young Noona."
"Da-young... Member, this is a gym. It's a place for exercise. So..."
"Call me Noona."
"Da-Da-young Noona, doing this here is..."
"What does it matter?"
"Pardon?"
Da-young pulled my hand toward her chest and spoke.
"Sex is exercise, too."
Ah, I felt like I had already crossed the point of no return. To hell with it.
I slid my hand inside Da-young’s clothes and replied.
"Fine. Let's exercise together."
"Your touch is so rough. Hehe. If you were a new recruit at my company, Trainer..."
Da-young pushed me over and climbed on top of me, whispering into my ear.
"I would have taken you aside for a very private interview."
My ear tingled. My dick grew even harder.