Chapter 41: Ye-seul vs. Heo Da-young
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 41: Ye-seul vs. Heo Da-young
“Excuse me.”
Ye-seul stepped inside, glancing around the interior.
“The gym feels like it’s gotten a bit bigger, hasn't it?” she asked, looking toward the workout area.
“I expanded the space while remodeling the locker room.”
It was a nonsensical explanation, but...
“I see.”
Ye-seul nodded, accepting the absurd excuse.
As she did, her eyes looked slightly glazed. The hypnosis regarding the gym was clearly in full effect.
“Well, why don’t you go get ready?”
“Ah… okay.”
Ye-seul seemed to snap out of it for a moment and hurried into the locker room.
When she emerged after changing, she spoke with a hint of surprise in her voice.
“The locker room really did get a lot bigger! There are even private lockers now. Are you planning on doing this for real now, Oppa?”
“The members’ reactions have been good, so I’m thinking of taking it seriously.”
“You definitely have the talent for it, so I’m sure you’ll do great.”
Once Ye-seul finished stretching, I had her sit on the sit-up board.
“Today, we’re going to focus on the upper body.”
“Where do we start?”
“Shoulders.”
I placed a dumbbell in each of her hands.
“Let’s start simple with the dumbbells.”
“Okay.”
Ye-seul smiled and lifted the dumbbells above her shoulders.
“Hup!”
Inhaling deeply, she extended her arms and pressed the dumbbells upward.
“Phew…”
Exhaling, she lowered her arms until the dumbbells were level with her face.
Every time she raised and lowered the weights, the muscles revealed by her short gym wear rippled. I could clearly see the shape of her breasts shifting with her movements.
“Huff, huff.”
As the workout continued, sweat began to bead on Ye-seul’s body.
“How is it? Is the weight okay?”
“Yes, it’s good. Phew~.”
The room grew increasingly hot as Ye-seul focused on her breathing and the exercise. However, throughout the set, she kept glancing around as if something were bothering her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, it’s just… I’m wondering if this is the right way to work out.”
“Why?”
Ye-seul, unable to meet my eyes, whispered, “I’m… I’m wearing clothes.”
Ah.
Ye-seul was under the hypnosis that she had to be naked whenever she exercised. Because I had started the session without giving her time to strip, she found it strange.
She was blushing and acting shy, unable to look at me.
“I want to take them off… would that be okay?”
“Do whatever makes you comfortable.”
I couldn't afford to look flustered here. I had to remain calm, acting as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
At my words, Ye-seul beamed and began to strip. She pulled her clothes off hurriedly, as if they had been a major hindrance.
As she shed her sweat-soaked gym wear, the stunning, completely naked body of the famous SNS star was revealed before my eyes.
Transparent beads of sweat clung to her porcelain skin. Her skin looked as smooth and fresh as a piece of luscious fruit washed in water.
“Phew, I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.”
Only after she was naked did her expression relax into one of relief.
“Senior, can you help me with my form? This movement is a bit difficult…”
It was a natural touch under the pretext of correcting her posture. Ye-seul’s skin was incredibly soft. I felt a dull ache beginning in my crotch.
Just as I was teaching Ye-seul her exercises—
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang.
“Who… could that be?”
It was late. 10:00 PM. There shouldn't be anyone ringing the bell at this hour.
Reflexively, I looked at Ye-seul, who was working out in the nude.
I can’t let her be seen.
There was a woman exercising naked in my house. Wouldn't anyone else find that bizarre?
Wait, no. This is my house, and Ye-seul is working out of her own volition. Why should I feel intimidated?
I decided to be bold. I checked the intercom to see who was at the door.
“…Huh?”
Heo Da-young, wearing carefully applied makeup and a neat professional suit, was standing at the door.
Was today her PT day?
No, it wasn't.
Her PT was definitely scheduled for tomorrow. What was she doing here without calling?
Rather than agonizing over it, it was better to go out and ask. I opened the door to greet her.
Da-young, who had been standing there with a bored expression, brightened the moment she saw me.
“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting.”
“Member Da-young, what brings you here?”
“You should call me Noona.”
“Da-young Noona, wasn't your PT schedule yesterday?”
The title 'Noona' still felt awkward.
“It was, but… I kept thinking about it and couldn't help myself, so I came over.”
The heavy makeup. The way the corners of her mouth curled into a smirk as she looked at me. Even the way her body leaned toward mine.
I had a feeling I knew what she wanted. It wasn't just for the exercise.
“Whenever I work out with Jae-ho, my fatigue just melts away. It makes me want to keep doing it.”
Da-young leaned her face against my chest.
“Is that okay?”
Normally, I would have let her in. If only Ye-seul weren't currently working out completely naked.
However, looking down at Da-young as she pleaded earnestly, I felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of sending her away.
After a brief moment of deliberation, I made my choice.
“Come on in.”
I couldn't turn away someone who had dressed up so much just to see me. I made the choice trusting in the power of the System.
As she followed me inside, Da-young’s expression momentarily froze. Ye-seul was right there in the living room, exercising.
“Who is this…?”
Ye-seul was the first to ask. Seeing Da-young enter with me, she looked puzzled.
“She’s someone who takes PT from me, just like you, Ye-seul.”
“Aha. Hello.”
“Nice to meet you. I see there was a guest here already.”
The air turned awkward in an instant.
“But working out with your clothes off… you’re quite the eccentric, aren't you?”
“Huh? What do you mean by that?”
“Hmm?”
Ah.
Heo Da-young was not under the hypnosis that required her to work out naked.
“You’re supposed to work out naked. Don’t tell me you work out with your clothes on?”
Before I could say anything, Ye-seul blurted it out.
“You’re a pervert.”
Ye-seul looked genuinely disgusted. Seeing her scowl, Da-young looked utterly dumbfounded.
“You’re the pervert. Who in the world works out with their clothes off?”
“I’m the pervert? You’re the weird one for even thinking about working out with clothes on.”
Ye-seul spoke of the absurd as if it were common sense. Da-young seemed somewhat flustered by her reality-defying logic.
She shifted her gaze from Ye-seul to me. Her expression seemed to ask, What is going on here?
Should I place a new hypnosis on Da-young? What if the existing hypnosis breaks? That would be a problem.
As I hesitated, Da-young’s next words settled my mind.
“Jae-ho, you must have a hard time. Having to give PT to a pervert like this…”
Her reaction felt off. Was this also the influence of the hypnosis?
Da-young, looking at me with pity, then glared at Ye-seul.
“You weren't trying to seduce our Jae-ho by working out naked, were you?”
“Our Jae-ho? Who are you to call Jae-ho Senior ‘ours,’ Ajumma?”
“What? Ajumma?!”
“Yes, Ajumma. You clearly look way older than me, so stop making a scene.”
“You perverted little bitch, how dare you!”
The atmosphere in the living room turned lethal as the two women clashed.
This is driving me crazy.
I knew Da-young had a strong personality, but I didn't expect this kind of reaction from Ye-seul, whom I thought was shy. I guess she’s the type to speak her mind when she dislikes someone.
“Now, now, everyone calm down.”
I stepped between the two women.
“What are you doing instead of working out in the gym?”
I shouldn't have said that. I realized too late that I’d blurted out something unnecessary while trying to stop them.
Why?
“Working out?”
“Working out…”
Because the moment I mentioned 'working out,' the expressions on both women’s faces changed.
*
And that led to this.
“Aerobic exercise is the best for recovering from fatigue, isn't it?”
Da-young climbed on top of me, sucking on my chest.
“Senior, how is it? Compared to this old lady, my body is much softer, right?”
Ye-seul asked as she rubbed her ass against my cock.
The two women were on top of me, caressing me as if they were in a competition.
Da-young, because of the hypnosis that sex was exercise. Ye-seul, because of her memories from the movie theater. Both women took it for granted that sex was a form of working out.
“It’s gotten so hard, Senior.”
Ye-seul’s voice tickled my ear.
“It’s because my tongue work is so good, right?”
Da-young asked, sucking my nipple while her fingers teased my stomach.
“It’s standing up because my ass feels so good. Isn't that right?”
Neither Da-young nor Ye-seul showed any sign of backing down.
“That’s why I’m the one going first with Senior.”
“Oh? And what is that supposed to mean?”
Da-young narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t you know the order of seniority?”
“Don’t you know I was getting my PT first today? You only care about age at times like this, Ajumma.”
“What? I’m still in my twenties!”
“Twenty-nine is basically thirty.”
The word 'Ajumma' was practically a finishing move. Every time she said it, Da-young’s body trembled with rage.
At this rate, it was just going to be a constant fight.
“Then let’s have a contest.”
I couldn't let them take all the initiative. It felt good, but I was the trainer, after all. At the very least, I had to be the one leading the members in this situation.
Otherwise…
I don’t know how much more exhausting this will get.
I thought for a moment about what kind of contest would be best. Since this was a gym, shouldn't it be an exercise?
My conclusion was to drain their stamina through an exercise disguised as a bet.
“A contest to see who can hold a squat position the longest. How about it?”
The two women glared at each other and then nodded.
“I’m fine with that. I’m confident.”
“It’s embarrassing to do it naked, but since you said so, Jae-ho…”
“Spoken like a pervert who works out with clothes on.”
“I can’t even with you.”
The tension was still murderous.
“Alright, then take a squat position right here. Spread your legs shoulder-width apart and bend your knees. Like you’re sitting on an invisible chair.”
Da-young and Ye-seul followed my instructions and took the squat position.
The sight of two naked women standing in front of me in a half-crouch as if sitting on invisible chairs was quite a spectacle.
Their legs were spread shoulder-width apart. From that naturally open stance, their pussies were revealed in plain sight.
Ye-seul’s pussy had thick, fleshy lips, matching her wide hips and large ass.
Da-young’s pussy was relatively less fleshy, but the way her labia minora peeked out slightly was incredibly seductive.
On the other hand, Da-young’s breasts were relatively larger. Ye-seul’s shape was prettier, but if asked which breasts I wanted to suck more…
I’d have to give my vote to Da-young’s breasts, which looked to be at least an F-cup.
Each woman’s body radiated its own unique charm.
Meanwhile, they were…
“Nnnngh…”
“Haaah…”
They gritted their teeth, doing their absolute best to win.
The first to reach her limit was Da-young. As her body began to tremble, her large breasts shook in unison.
Ye-seul also seemed to be reaching her limit, her eyes squeezed shut.
I hoped one of them would lose soon. My cock was starting to ache. Once it had stood up fully, it showed no intention of going down.
Should I just fuck them like this?
Just as that thought crossed my mind—
“Haaah!”
Da-young collapsed to the floor first.
Between her thighs as she sat there, a thick trail of arousal, not sweat, flowed down.
It seemed that performing squats while naked had caused her a significant amount of shame. The combination of physical pain and mental humiliation had exhausted her more quickly.
“Huff, huff… I won.”
Ye-seul, breathing heavily, approached me with a victorious smile.
“Accept your defeat and just sit there. A-jum-ma.”
“Tch…”
Then Ye-seul looked at me and said, “Since I won, do me first.”
Of course.
I pulled Ye-seul into my arms.
“Let’s start the real PT.”