Chapter 7: Her Cleavage Peeking Through the Slipping Clothes
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 7: Her Cleavage Peeking Through the Slipping Clothes
Thump, thump.
My heart wouldn't stop racing.
Calm down, heart. Don't get ahead of yourself.
Everything was ready. I had practiced the workout routine over and over for Miju’s training session—how to transition between exercises and how to actually teach them.
Of course, I was just a fitness newbie myself. But I had the System on my side.
Between yesterday and today, I had earned another 20 points just by finishing my basic workouts. The exercise was still grueling, but at least my hands didn't tremble anymore from just five-kilogram dumbbells.
'That’s what you call progress.'
It was all thanks to the System. I had the upgraded equipment, and there were quite a few other machines as well. While it was a far cry from a professional gym, it had a lot more than your average household.
It was almost time for our appointment. She should be here any—
Ding-dong.
"Oppa, I'm here."
It was Miju.
"Whew."
Don't be nervous. Just stay calm.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
Click.
Miju was standing at the door. She didn't look overly dressed up, but she hadn't just thrown on random clothes either. It was a style that prioritized mobility.
"How do I look? I tried to go for a healthy vibe since I’m heading to the gym today."
"Oh, it... it looks good on you."
"Are you ready, Oppa? You said you’d show me the gym."
"Ah, well, about that..."
I forced my mouth to open, the words feeling heavy. I just had to say it. One sentence: This is the gym I was talking about. My house.
"It’s... it’s here."
"Huh?"
"This is the gym I mentioned."
"Your... house, Oppa? This is a gym?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, Miju looked bewildered. And then—
[Starting Trainer Program.]
The System message appeared, and Miju’s eyes lost focus for a split second. After staring at me blankly for a moment, the life returned to her eyes.
"Oh, right! You did say this was the gym! Why am I acting like this? Of course it's a gym. Haha."
Without a hint of suspicion, she now perceived my house as a gym.
"Come on in. Let's start with a consultation."
"Ah, yes. Sounds good."
Miju stepped inside.
"The gym isn't as big as I thought?"
"R-right? It's a One-Person Gym. It's still in the works, so there isn't much equipment yet."
"A One-Person Gym? Those exist?"
"Y-yeah. It's a new concept. It's a place that focuses on caring for one person at a time."
"Aha..."
A One-Person Gym? What kind of ridiculous excuse was that? It was such a stupid thing to say that I wanted to curse at myself. And yet, Miju...
"I see. Focusing on just one person must make it really effective!"
She clapped her hands in agreement. She looked like she had finally solved a great mystery, though I had no idea what she thought she’d figured out.
[Satisfaction has increased.]
Huh? What did I do to make her satisfaction go up?
I didn't get it.
"Anyway, why don't you come further in?"
"Oh, okay!"
Miju took off her shoes and stepped inside.
Whew.
This was her second visit, but I still wasn't used to having a woman in my house.
"But where is the trainer?"
"Ah, well..."
Ahem. I cleared my throat.
"I... I'm the trainer."
"You, Jae-ho Oppa? What about the person who manages you?"
"Oh, that person..."
I couldn't exactly say it was a System.
"Circumstances arose, so they decided to let me handle things."
"Aha. So you'll be the one in charge of me, Oppa?"
"That's right."
I nodded. The logic was full of holes, but Miju just nodded along. This was the power of the System. Every time the System's influence took hold, Miju’s eyes would briefly lose focus.
"I see."
"Then shall we begin the consultation? What kind of workout are you looking for?"
"Oh, yes."
I pulled out a chair and had Miju sit down.
"Where would you like to focus your training?"
...I asked, but I already knew the answer.
[Kang Mi-ju]
[Member Level – 2]
[Follows Trainer Jae-ho’s words without suspicion.]
[Concern 1 – Belly fat that’s starting to show]
[Concern 2 – Body correction to match her large breasts]
[Recommended Exercise – Abdominal exercises, body correction massage]
[Recommended Equipment – Sit-up board, yoga mat]
[Satisfaction: 10/100]
This was the status window that had appeared the moment Miju entered my house. From the start, the status window told me exactly what her condition was and what exercises would suit her.
"Wait, let me try to guess."
"Is... is that possible?"
"O-of course. I have a pretty good eye for these things."
I narrowed my eyes, pretending to examine her for a moment.
"It's your belly fat, right? And you want some body correction as well."
"Gasp!"
Miju’s eyes went wide, and she reflexively covered her stomach with both hands. She hunched over slightly and looked up at me.
"You... you could tell?"
Miju’s face turned red as she spoke. She looked like someone who had been caught red-handed.
"I can see it sometimes."
"My... my fat?"
"No. It's more like, 'Ah, this person needs this kind of exercise.' That sort of thing."
"Aha... That's amazing. I thought you were someone who stayed far away from exercise, Oppa."
"I know, right? I was surprised too. To find out I had this kind of talent."
I laughed awkwardly. If the System counted as talent, then I guess I had talent.
"So you can see things like that. Honestly, I'm impressed. Then, what kind of workout do you think I need?"
Miju showed genuine interest. Getting it right the first time seemed to have earned me a deep level of trust. She blinked her eyes and licked her lips expectantly.
[Satisfaction has increased.]
"Hmm."
I paused, pretending to be deep in thought. In truth, Miju’s workout plan was already set.
Sit-ups using the sit-up board.
Barbell squats for lower body correction.
And finally, a massage on the yoga mat.
This would help with the abdominal workout and body correction she wanted. The massage, however, was purely for my own personal desire.
"Today, we'll go from sit-ups to squats, and then finish with a massage."
"Then should I call you 'Trainer' for now?"
"Just... call me whatever's comfortable."
"Okay, Jae-ho Oppa. I'm in your hands."
Miju gave me a bright, innocent smile. It was a smile as radiant as sunshine.
"Wear this, and the changing room is over there."
"Got it."
I handed her the yellow gym wear I had prepared. Just like Yoo Han-ah before her, Miju walked into the game room without a single doubt.
'Good job.'
The conversation had gone smoothly. I was worried I might stutter or mess up while introducing the place, but I had cleared that hurdle. The biggest obstacle was behind me.
Rustle.
I could hear the sound of her changing.
"Oppa! Is this outfit really okay?" Miju called out from inside the "changing room."
"Is there a problem?"
"Well... the clothes are a bit big."
Big? How big could they be?
The moment that question crossed my mind, Miju stepped out of the room.
The yellow gym wear was baggy. Miju, wearing the short-sleeved gym clothes I had prepared, twisted her body shyly.
Why? The answer didn't take long to find. Just as she said, the gym wear was too large. It was definitely big. It was slipping down so much that her shoulders were exposed. I thought I had picked a decent size, but the Medium was way too loose on her.
"Sorry. I don't have many sizes available yet."
"It's okay. If you just opened, it can't be helped."
Even though the clothes were big, she didn't change out of them. Because I told her to wear them, she wouldn't take them off.
[Satisfaction has decreased.]
Ouch.
That stung. Every bit of satisfaction was crucial right now.
"W-well, since it can't be helped, let's start the workout."
"Okay."
"Wear these sneakers. You're my first guest, so I'm giving them to you as a service."
"Oh, really?"
Miju’s face lit up when she saw the running shoes. The frown from the gym wear issue vanished instantly.
"Try them on. They should fit."
I knew her shoe size perfectly. I had seen it several times while working part-time with her. I should have checked her clothing size then, too. I was starting to regret it.
"Wow, they're perfect!"
Miju smiled brightly as she moved her legs around to check the shoes.
"I was actually planning on just wearing my sneakers. Wow, thank you so much, Oppa."
"Ahem, well, shall we start with some light stretching?"
"Ah, yes, yes!"
Stretching was essential to prevent injury.
"Watch me and follow along. Ask if there's anything you're unsure of."
"Okay."
I began to loosen my muscles. I pulled my arms, gently pressed on my knees, and bent my waist to stretch my whole body. Miju followed my lead. She pulled her arms, pressed her knees, and bent her waist...
"Gulp."
Without realizing it, I stared at Miju as she stretched. As she bent forward, the baggy clothes slipped down, revealing her cleavage. Two large "peaches" that had been hidden inside the shirt were now visible.
'Beige?'
For a split second, I had the illusion that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. In that brief moment, my gaze was completely sucked into the valley of her chest. Even though she was wearing a sports bra, her cleavage was clearly exposed. If I took that sports bra off, just how big would they—
Slap!
I slapped my own cheek to chase away the intrusive thoughts.
Get it together.
I didn't bring her here for this. This was Miju. The Miju I worked with at the barbecue joint. This wasn't right. I needed to focus.
After slapping myself, I looked back at Miju.
Slap!
Miju, who had been following my lead, slapped her own cheek as well. She had a slightly dazed expression on her face.
"Wait..."
She only did that because I told her to follow everything I did, right?