Chapter 8: There’s a Massage Good for Body Correction
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 8: There’s a Massage Good for Body Correction
I stared at Miju blankly for a moment.
It took a fair amount of time to process the situation in my head.
Miju was mirroring my movements, influenced by the power of this gym.
Reflexively, I bent my body forward.
"Exhale as you go..."
Whoosh.
As I bent at the waist to stretch, Miju followed suit without a hint of suspicion.
Her top slid down.
Not just her bra, but the round curves of her breasts were fully visible.
Gulp.
No matter how hard I tried to look away, my eyes kept drifting back.
It was a man's natural instinct.
"Phew. Okay, follow me closely."
"Yes, Oppa."
Her snow-white breasts and bra kept peeking through the loose fabric of her clothes.
It was as if they were swaying back and forth just for me to see.
The dizzying stretching session finally came to an end.
The problem is, I feel like a different part of me got stretched.
Regardless, it ended safely.
Her stiff body had loosened up, and Miju’s expression looked much brighter.
"Alright, now we’re going to do sit-ups using the sit-up board..."
I pointed to the sit-up board positioned at an angle.
It was a basic sit-up board I’d bought for a low price at the shop.
This was the equipment we’d be using today.
[How to use the Sit-up Board for Sit-ups]
The system kindly displayed the instructions.
I had already practiced it once before Miju arrived, just in case.
"What should I do?"
Miju’s eyes were full of motivation.
"First, hook your legs onto the sit-up bench."
I pointed to the two bars located at the top of the board.
"How should I hook them?"
"Why don't you try lying down on the board first? I'll help you find the right posture."
"Ah, okay!"
Miju lay down on the sit-up board as I instructed.
As she lay on the slanted board, her clothes slid down according to the laws of physics.
It was the first time I’d ever felt grateful for gravity.
I could see her navel and her stomach, where a bit of flesh peeked out.
Because the clothes were oversized, her breasts weren't fully exposed, but that "now you see it, now you don't" glimpse of her bra stimulated my imagination.
I started imagining what it looked like inside.
What would her breasts look like when the bra came off?
Would there be a mole on them?
Would they feel soft? I’d heard they were as soft as cotton candy.
What color would her nipples be?
My imagination ran wild, making my face flush.
Just then, Miju, lying on the board, asked a question.
"My clothes keep sliding down. Is that okay?"
"Of course it's okay. This is exercise. It's not like we're doing anything weird."
[Adjusting consciousness via the System.]
"I guess you're right. I was being too sensitive."
Miju replied nonchalantly at the same time the system alarm went off.
It was as if the doubt she just had had completely vanished.
"Alright, shall we set your posture?"
"How should I do it?"
"Lift your lower back slightly and keep your hands behind your head."
"Like this?"
Miju took an awkward stance.
"Let me help you a bit."
I touched Miju’s waist to adjust her posture.
As my hand brushed against her stomach—
"Hngh."
Miju flinched and trembled slightly, but there was no sign of rejection.
"Okay, now curl your back and lift your upper body."
Miju curled her back and rose up just as I said.
She finished her first sit-up with a decent, if slightly clumsy, form.
"Good, now go back down..."
"Phew."
"And up again."
"Phew."
Even though I’d only taught her once, she was doing quite well.
"Now, let me see if the muscles are being stimulated properly."
I casually gave Miju’s stomach a light touch.
I could feel the soft flesh and the muscles hidden beneath it at my fingertips.
Without realizing it, I applied a bit of pressure with my fingers.
Knead, knead.
It was almost unconscious.
"Ah, Oppa, that's a little embarrassing."
"Don't lose your focus."
"Hup!"
I taught Miju the exercise methods provided by the system.
"The strength is being applied correctly."
I smiled as I watched Miju’s stomach tighten.
Once Miju completed the set count, a new window popped up.
[Moving to the next stage.]
"Alright, shall we move on to the next thing?"
"Ah, yes!"
I picked up a barbell and handed it to Miju.
"We’re going to do barbell squats. Don't feel pressured; just take your time and find your stance."
"Okay. I know this one. I've seen it a lot in videos."
Perhaps because it was a piece of equipment she recognized, Miju smiled brightly as she took the barbell.
"Then do you want to give it a try?"
"Yes!"
Miju confidently took her stance.
It was a bit precarious, but her form was actually quite good.
Her feet were shoulder-width apart, and with her knees and back fixed, her hips pushed straight back.
"Ho-oh."
"How is it? Pretty good, right?"
"It's good. But there's one small thing that's a bit off."
I touched Miju’s thighs, just above the knees, while she was holding the barbell.
"If you do it like this, your thigh muscles will get bulky."
"Ah, bulky?"
"It wouldn't look very pretty, would it?"
Miju nodded.
"For a better physique, you need to hold the posture a bit longer. So, in this case..."
I fumbled and touched her from her knees to her thighs, guiding her into the correct posture.
"Since today is your first day, let's try exercising with these light dumbbells here."
It was a schedule that involved working both the upper and lower body at once.
Since it was her first visit and I lacked equipment, I had no choice.
"I understand."
Miju completed her workout, going through several sets of squats, sit-ups on the board, and dumbbell exercises.
It’s a secret that her breasts danced every time she moved her body.
Due to the repeated sets and continuous exercise, beads of sweat formed on Miju’s forehead.
The soaked parts of her gym wear clung tightly to her body.
"Haah, haah... this is really exhausting."
"Well, you did pretty well for someone who's struggling."
Miju panted with her hands on her knees.
Her chest was moving up and down repeatedly.
"La-later, when the treadmill arrives, let's try adding some cardio."
"Yes! I got it. Haah, haah. But you're a really good teacher, Jae-ho Oppa."
"R-really?"
"There's a certain weight to your words that's different from other people."
Miju didn't know.
She didn't know that she was currently being half-controlled by the power of the system.
"There's something even better for body correction. Do you want to try it?"
"You mean... the massage?"
"Right. Is it... not for you?"
"No! I'd love to!"
"I'll get ready, so why don't you wipe off your sweat first?"
"Ah, thank you."
While Miju wiped her sweat, I laid out a yoga mat.
A massage...
It was an act where I would personally knead Miju’s body and loosen her muscles with my own hands.
Skin against skin.
Don't get nervous. Stay calm.
"Oppa."
As I was laying out the mat in a state of confusion, Miju asked.
"Y-yes?"
"It's probably better to have thin clothes on when getting a body correction massage, right?"
"Eh? Y-yeah, I guess?"
"Then should I just take off my top? The pants are fine, but the shirt is a bit big, so I think it'll get in the way."
What?
I almost asked her to repeat herself.
I struggled to hold back the words that were right on the tip of my tongue.
I was afraid that if I overreacted, the system's effect might wear off.
"I-is that so? Y-yeah, I guess that would be better."
I hadn't expected this at all.
To think Miju would be the one to suggest taking off her clothes!
I was so flustered I could barely speak.
"Okay. Just a moment."
Slide.
Miju took off her top without hesitation.
The beige sports bra I’d seen during the stretching was revealed along with her bare skin.
"He-hehe, it is a little embarrassing."
Wearing only her bra on top and her gym pants, she laughed awkwardly.
I had absolutely no idea where to look.
"Oppa, aren't you being too shy for someone giving a massage?"
"Right? Ha, haha. A-a massage is nothing to be embarrassed about."
I pointed to the mat.
"Do you want to lie down now?"
"Ah, yes!"
Miju lay face down.
The line from her shoulders to her waist as she lay there showing her back was beautiful.
The way Miju’s breasts, pressed against the floor, peeked out slightly to the sides also kept catching my eye.
"Phew. I'll start lightly."
"Okay."
Thump, thump.
My heart was pounding wildly.
It was different from when I was simply teaching her exercises.
Of course, there had been light touches then too, but I had the justification of "teaching" her.
But this felt different.
Even though I hadn't exercised, my palms were sweaty.
After calming my racing heart, I climbed over Miju.
I kneaded her shoulders.
I could feel Miju’s soft skin against my fingers.
I began to massage her shoulders, shoulder blades, and the spine and muscles leading down to her waist.
Every time I massaged the tightly packed muscles—
"Hngh..."
Miju let out a faint moan.
"You're... you're good at this, Oppa."
"Ha, haha. Is it okay? This kind of massage helps a lot with body correction."
"Yes, it feels so refreshing. Your grip is amazing."
"Maybe it's because I do the dishes so often?"
I made a light joke while continuing to massage Miju’s skin, which was damp with sweat.
Every time my fingers fumbled here and there—
"Haah, haah, hngh!"
Miju’s feverish moans could be heard intermittently.
This is driving me crazy. Seriously.
It was starting to hurt down there.
Countless temptations and desires swam through my head at once.
Is this what a woman's body feels like?
I felt the softness of the female form with my entire body.
I gently massaged and pressed down on her spine and back muscles.
"...please."
"E-eh? What did you say?"
"...please do it."
"Do... what?"
"Please massage me a little harder. It feels so good."
Hearing Miju’s dazed voice, I nodded.
"O-okay."
"Ha-ahhh."
It was just as my hands, which had been massaging her back muscles, were heading toward her buttocks.
[Gym Level 1 usage time has expired.]
The message popped up.
"Ah, Oppa. I think I have to go now."
Miju, who had been receiving the massage, suddenly sat up.
"Eh? You're going now?"
"Yes, I just remembered I had an appointment. I'm sorry."
When she stood up and met my eyes, Miju’s pupils were hazy.
It was the same look in her eyes she’d had whenever she followed my instructions until now.
The power of the system had been at work.
"I want to wash up before I go. Where is the shower?"
"Ah, over there."
I pointed to the bathroom.
"Thank you."
Miju staggered toward the bathroom.
Slide.
Standing in front of the bathroom, she took off her clothes as if she didn't even care that I was there.
I turned my head away without realizing it.
It really was involuntary.
I rolled my eyes to steal a glance at Miju, who should have been standing in front of the bathroom.
However, she had already gone inside.
"What a shame."
I meant it.
Truly.
[First Customer – Kang Mi-ju’s PT has ended.]
[Surveying satisfaction.]
[Customer Name: Kang Mi-ju]
[Evaluation 1: It was reliable how he identified my concerns at a glance.]
[Evaluation 2: The gym wear is a bit disappointing.]
[Evaluation 3: I liked the massage service. I can trust him for body correction, right?]
[Re-visit Rate – 78%]
78 percent.
It was a huge success.