Chapter 89

"What, what is it all of a sudden…."

"No, I wanted to kiss you because you were still there…."

"eww…."

We had sex, and even though we had oral sex, I kept on kissing, but it was taken away from me so absurdly.

But it was a little shocking that I didn't feel like I hated it. Seriously, rather than feeling like I hated it, I felt excited and wanted to do it more. It felt like the heat was filling both my ears and blocking my eardrums so it couldn't escape. I felt like if I kissed him like that, he would go down from my ears to my mouth.

Heat keeps rising from the inside of my throat to my stomach, as if a fire has been lit. My face turns red and I flinch at the hand that is covering me, and the old man grabs my face with one hand again, turns it around, and kisses me again.

"Whoa, ha... Whew, haa."

As soon as our lips parted briefly as if in regret, my mind became a jumble.

Seriously, what the heck is going on?

Just a moment ago, it seemed like the kiss was the final line of defense protecting my masculinity, but it seemed like it had collapsed in an instant.

Even though I did sex because it felt good, I thought of it as just entertainment and even a little bit of role-playing, but the final line of defense I had built up thinking that kissing was not a good idea disappeared in an instant as if it were not a wall of iron but an ice wall that would melt if I got angry.

"I put some pocket money in your handbag. After eating breakfast, go play wherever you want."

"Huh? Oh, yeah…."

"Then shall we see each other later?"

"Yes, yes."

I got out of the car with a very excited face, and the old man drove away.

People keep looking at me as I stand there quietly staring at the road. What on earth just happened?

It was as if a humidifier had been turned on in my head… no, as if a kettle or something had been boiling, it was filled with hot, humid steam.

I stood there blankly, holding my handbag. After a while, I came to my senses and walked down the street while washing my face dry.

"Wow…."

What the hell is that, really… .

What was I thinking about? I can't even remember. What the heck, this is... .

Once the heat passes through my head, it feels like my mind has gone blank and I can't think of anything.

… Seriously, it's as if my head is set up so that I can't think of anything else. The feeling of a tongue licking my mouth from just a moment ago remains in my mouth like an illusion and won't go away, and the slight smell of perfume and the warmth of my hands are all forcibly tied up and won't go away. It's as if the sensations that haven't gone away are constantly reminding me of what happened just now and preventing me from thinking of anything else. I really can't think of anything else. If this is also single-mindedness, then is it single-mindedness?

'Ugh... no, come to your senses.'

I ran one hand over my face as if I was washing it.

It seems like the heat is going away, just a little bit.

Only then did I look around the city where I had gotten off. The area around the station was a bit far from Kyungsoo's house, and whenever I met my uncle, we would meet at the meeting place and go straight to eat together or… do something else, so I had never really looked around.

Although it is different from a big city, it still feels like a developing city, so surprisingly, it has everything. Seeing as there is a Burger King, you can say that it really has everything that you don't find in the countryside.

I noticed while walking down the street that there are a lot more men who steal glances at me now than before. Some are blatant in their gaze, while others walk ahead and then look back.

One thing that was a little different from before was that the gaze didn't seem to be fixed solely on the chest. Some people looked at the legs or buttocks, some looked at the chest that swayed every time I walked, perhaps because I walked a little faster, and some looked at the skirt that swayed.

There are people who are completely lost in their own skin when they look at their faces from the softly curled hair... Well, to be honest, it's like a scene from a cartoon or a movie.

Honestly, it's not so much that it feels good or funny, but it's scary to this extent. It's not like it's some kind of magical charm or anything.

If there's a difference now compared to before, it's that I, who don't think I have a good sense of fashion, would just wear clothes that I bought carelessly, so they didn't show off my body well, and my hair would just be carelessly styled. But now, because of my uncle, I've become more interested in dressing up, and most of the clothes he buys me are pretty, and I've even done up my hair a little.

That alone made a difference, like a diamond and a piece of jewelry decorated with diamonds. Certainly, when I looked at my face or body in the car window parked on the road, I felt like I had become more feminine. I was pretty, but I felt like I had a rough, shaggy feeling. Should I say I was confident or haughty now? No, I wouldn't say haughty... I felt a bit more organized than before.

I was looking at my face from different angles in the car when suddenly a light burst out from inside the tinted window.

What's going on all of a sudden? I frowned slightly and looked closely at the window. There was a man in the car leaning towards the passenger seat and taking a picture of me.

And then, realizing that he had caught me filming, he opened the window and said:

"Want to get out?"

"…yes?"

"Are you interested in cars? I could make it really fun for you."

… What kind of new shit is this?

I ignored him because I thought he wasn't worth dealing with, and the man got out of the car in a hurry, stopped for a moment, and then got back in.

I've been hunted often in the past, but I think this is the first time I've been hunted so absurdly. Is this also hunting?

But why on earth do we hunt? No, even if we do, why would the dialogue be like that?

But even after that, I was just walking around wondering where I could go and play until my uncle's work was over, and people approached me several times.

It wasn't that big of a deal. The old man said he put some money in his handbag, so I went to the convenience store to get something simple like a triangle kimbap and a drink, and the clerk asked me to wait a moment, and then smiled while giving me a chocolate milk that I hadn't even paid for.

But, the money the old man gave me as allowance was more than I thought. As soon as I opened my handbag, there were this many 50,000 won bills... It seemed like more than 10, so it should be 20.

The convenience store part-timer tried to say something while giving me chocolate milk, but when I opened my handbag and took out a 50,000 won bill, she quietly gave me change. Even while paying, she deliberately held my hand as if to give me change or something.

After that, there were also times when I didn't really need to go down the stairs, but he would ask me if I wanted him to hold my hand, and when I was going up, he would follow me closely from below... I thought he was a pickpocket, but it seemed like he was looking up from the bottom of the stairs and trying to steal my panties.

Only then did I realize that I was wearing a skirt and I felt extremely embarrassed. My stride became shorter and I felt extremely embarrassed and ashamed because I thought that someone who wasn't an old man was looking at me wearing a skirt and exposing my legs.

Some people even asked for my number, but these people were true gentlemen.

"Excuse me… I'm Kim Dong-woo from D University. I saw you earlier, and you were so pretty that I fell in love with you at first sight, so I gathered up my courage… Could you give me your number?"

Even though I was embarrassed, I didn't feel any resistance when I handed over my phone, so I was polite enough to think that it was really just my number.

But I went back with my shoulders hunched over because I wasn't taught.

There was a guy who was a bit weird and would bump into me on purpose and then apologize and offer to buy me a cup of coffee as an apology. My immediate thought was, 'What the heck is this crazy guy?'

More than that, there are many people who talk to me even when I'm just walking by. This is already the 4th time. In the past, I thought they were really pretty when I first saw them, but now, is there a difference where I turn around and look at them even when I just pass by?

I just got dressed properly, put on a skirt, and did my hair a little bit… .

Somehow, I feel so much gaze, so I feel a little scared. My gait becomes stiffer and I become more and more conscious of my surroundings.

It feels like someone is watching me even when I raise my hand.

I didn't want to look pretty in front of the old man... but I wore it properly because I thought it was polite to wear it since he bought me the clothes, but I think I should be a little more modest next time.

Should I wear sunglasses?

First of all, I thought it would be better to go inside, so I went into a shopping center building that happened to be right in front of me. A clothing complex? When I went in, it was clean, but it didn't have the luxurious feel of a department store that specializes in this kind of thing.

'…Why did I come here?'

I think I saw a PC room sign right nearby, but at some point I looked and found myself naturally inside.

When I think about my usual self, it doesn't seem like a place where I would come in alone and play without a purpose. I wasn't really interested in clothes to begin with, and now I'm somewhat interested in women's clothes, but it's so hard to find clothes that fit, so at some point I gave up halfway. If I find them, I'm lucky, but if I don't, I don't have any.

First of all, at least in domestic medical stores, there are hardly any clothes that fit. Still, I looked around a bit just in case, but it was the same as expected, and I was even refused to try on.

If the waist is too tight, it feels like my chest will burst, so I feel like the clothes will stretch, so of course it's natural that I can't wear clothes that aren't even sold.

But when you ask if you can try it on, even if you ask for the size, I wish you would stop checking your body by putting your hands under your chest and asking if it's real. Because of that, a man who seems to have come with his girlfriend or a male employee keeps following you around.

It's so hard to find clothes that fit... Seriously, if the shoulders fit, the chest doesn't, and if the chest fits, the waist and shoulders don't, and if you try to fit the waist, the clothes will stretch because of the chest, so it's forbidden to try them on. Actually, I could have just bought clothes that were too big, but I didn't want to buy clothes that were too big and comfortable to wear outside. They're comfortable, but they don't look pretty at all. For clothes that are comfortable to wear at home, I can just wear the clothes that are too big for a man, so I don't need them.

In the end, I just ended up just wandering around and shopping. What was surprising was that shopping for clothes was more fun than I thought. Ah, I would look pretty if I could wear these clothes.

… I really feel like I'm starting to think more and more like a woman.

"uh?"

As I was walking around, I went up to the top floor and there was something special. Should I say it was a gym and a sports equipment store? It was a place that sold sportswear, so I took a quick look at the sportswear, but for a moment I thought I was seeing something wrong, so when I looked again, there were still unbelievable words written there.

'Sports bra for E~H cups?'

I was wondering what this was, so I read it carefully, and it seemed to be a sports bra. Is it really a bra? I've heard of it somewhere.

Looking next to me, I saw something called a bra top. It was posed like a mannequin was wearing it and running. I definitely remember seeing this a lot on the internet or TV.

But at first glance, the two don't seem to be much different… What exactly is the difference?

As I was watching quietly, a male employee walked over from the checkout counter.

"Welcome, are you here to sign up for a gym membership?"

"Ah… I was just watching, but could you explain this to me? This is my first time doing something like this…."

When I asked the clerk, pointing to the bra top and sports bra, she was taken aback. What is this? Isn't this the clerk who sells these?

"I'm sorry… Well, the female employee isn't here today, so I don't know much about women's products, so it's hard for me to explain."

After hearing a little more about it, I found out that he runs a large gym and a sportswear shop together, and that he also has the gym employees sell items at the sportswear shop, so it seemed like he didn't know the specifics like a specialty store.

It was absurd that the staff didn't know much about the products they were selling, but it was true that the items looked a bit mixed up, with many different manufacturers mixed together.

"Uh, sorry. I think the coach would know better than me. Should I call him?"

"Coach?"

"Yes, Trainer…."

After saying that, he walked away without even listening to my answer, and then he approached a man who was bench pressing far away and started talking to him while pointing in my direction. He seemed very embarrassed because I asked him about women's clothing, and his face turned red, and the man, who I thought was probably his trainer, got up after finishing his workout, looked at me, and opened his eyes wide. Then he chatted with the employee next to him as if asking him something, and then quickly walked toward me.

"Welcome, are you curious to know the difference between a sports bra and a bra top?"

"Oh, yes."

It's kind of muscular. It's a macho body type that makes you think, "This is what it means to have a really good body." It's not a body type that I personally like, but it's kind of cool. It's cool as a man, not as a woman.

He was wearing tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and training pants, and his clothes were quite sweaty, but he didn't smell as much as I thought. Maybe he had sprayed some deodorant on beforehand since he was working out at the gym?

"Actually, I don't know the details because I've never worn women's sportswear myself. What I do know is that this sports bra is worn inside, and the bra top can also be worn by itself."

Looking at the name tag, it said Trainer Koh Hyuk-soo. He grabbed the towel around his neck with his hand, then took out a bra top and a sports bra with his sweaty hands and handed them to me.

"Touch it. It's different from what you usually wear. I also heard from my yoga instructor that this holds your chest in on the inside, so it's good for exercising. I don't know what she means, but do you have time?"

"Huh? What time is it?"

"If you have some time, I think it would be faster if you actually tried it on. Right now, our gym is only open to men, so there's no one who can explain it in detail."

He looked my body up and down with a good-natured smile that didn't match his size. He touched my chin as if to say that he was just checking my body as a trainer without any ulterior motives. He nodded to himself and looked into my eyes as he examined my body.

"You said this is your first time wearing clothes like this, but I guess you like to exercise regularly? I can't tell the details because of the clothes you're wearing, but just looking at your legs... wow~ I'm really impressed."

Even slightly sexually harassing comments feel less like sexual harassment when you think of them as just an evaluation of your body. Rather, when you think of them as something a health trainer would say, they sound like compliments.

"What I'm saying is, if you wear underwear that you normally wear, your breasts will shake around a lot and it'll hurt or something, but if you wear this, there'll be less shaking, and if that shaking happens, it'll put a strain on your ligaments, so it prevents your breasts from sagging later on... Ah, I don't know any more than that, so I can't explain it to you. Just try it on!"

"Oh, is that okay?"

"Yes, yes, it's okay. Coach Kim! Can you bring me the key to the women's locker?"

As trainer Koh Hyuk-soo shouted, the man who had called him earlier went to the counter and brought out a locker key. Then the trainer gave me the key, and as if telling me not to feel burdened, he naturally put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me into the sportswear store.

"Okay, choose a size and try it on. Oh, it might be hard to move around in a skirt right now. We have underwear that is part of the sportswear below, so choose from here, and on top, here. Would you like to try on a bra top? Our gym is properly heated and air-conditioned, so you don't have to worry about being cold. It generates heat when you move around, and since you only need to wear this, everyone says it's comfortable. Oh, and if you're a little embarrassed, the gym has training jackets you can rent; I can lend you one secretly. And leggings are popular these days, right? Would you like to choose one of these in your size?"

"Uh, um, ah, yes."

Something suddenly became so incessant that it became natural for me to try it on.

I wanted to try it on, and if it was good, I was thinking of buying it, so it was good for me, but I felt burdened by the excessive kindness.

I was looking for my size and choosing it, thinking that I would just try it on anyway, when for some reason the trainer next to me let out a breathy sound. I looked over to see why he was suddenly acting that way, and his two eyes were turned slightly downwards, looking towards me.

…what?

I didn't know why he was doing that, but he was wearing something, so I ignored him and chose all the leggings. Then I looked at the trainer and asked him, and he stuttered and answered.

"Excuse me, where is the changing room?"

"Ah, ah. Did you choose everything? Do you see the sign that says "Women's Changing Room" over there? Go over there and hold the locker key with the number on it against the sensor. The door will open."

I went to where the trainer told me to go and did as he told me, and the door opened.

By the way, isn't this the second time I've been in a women's locker room?!

I remember when I went to the hotel pool with David. Before, there were only a lot of middle-aged women, but this time, I wondered if there would be any pretty girls?

I suddenly felt nervous and opened the locker room door with a trembling heart and went inside.

But there was no one inside… Well, there weren't many people inside the gym, and since it was quite early, there didn't seem to be any office workers, students, newlyweds, or anything like that on their way to work at this hour.

From what I saw earlier, the only people in the gym right now were a few men who looked like they were either unemployed or working out hard.

Maybe the female employees haven't arrived yet since it's that time.

Thinking that it would be better to have my illusions about the women's locker room shattered than to have them look at the bodies of the middle-aged women, I opened the locker with the matching number, took off my clothes, hung them on the hangers provided inside, put my handbag inside, and changed into the sportswear I had brought.

"Ugh…."

What is this…is this called a bra top? It's different from how you wear a bra, so I don't know how to wear it… .

Because it's big, it's a little hard to put it in. It's a bit tight and holds my chest, which is probably the original type of clothing, but it's a little more stuffy than I thought, but it's not that stuffy, just a little bit of pressure?

I worked hard to organize my chest inside the bra top, then changed into panties that said "sports women's innerwear panties" and put on gray leggings.

Something, I had a feeling.

Oh, this has stretched out… This is definitely something no one else can wear except me.

The moment I pulled it up to my butt, I felt the clothes stretching out and clinging to my body. I thought, I have to buy this…

And the bra top too, I guess I should buy this too?

I tried it on because they told me to just wear it, and since it was sportswear, I thought it would be more flexible and resilient, but suddenly I started to think that might not be the case.

Wouldn't it be possible that cutting-edge technology has been applied that allows it to remember its shape once it is fitted to the human body?

First, I wanted to see what I looked like wearing it, so I put on the gym membership training jacket that the trainer gave me and went out of the locker room.

Then, the trainer, who had been waiting in front of the locker room, opened his mouth wide as soon as I came out.

I was looking at my body in the gym mirror in my own way.

"…This seems a bit racy."

It's much wilder than I thought.

I thought it was a bit revealing when I saw the mannequin wearing leggings and a bra top, but I didn't think it would be this racy. It's a lot racy than I thought.

The leggings were stuck to her lower body, and… I unzipped the training jacket and opened the front, and her large breasts were barely covered, and her cleavage was gathered above the bra top, making her cleavage look thick.

For some reason, I thought I was wearing a tracksuit, so I wanted to tie my hair up, so I gathered some curls and held them back with my hands, and it turned out pretty well… um… .

She looks like an AV actress with a very sexy athlete style concept.

Something, it's so different from what I thought. Maybe it's because my body is so wild... And I also don't think I can hold on to it that well.

I guess I should buy it since it must have grown because of me, but I was disappointed because it was much worse than I expected.

First, I thought I had to see what it was like in reality, so I tried jumping rope in place, and suddenly my thoughts completely changed.

"Huh? Wow?"

The more I run, the more amazed I become. My heart, my heart really doesn't shake at all.

What is this? How can it not shake like this? Maybe it's because the sensitivity is weak, but it didn't really hurt like hell even when I jumped or something, but it did hurt, but this is, uh... I can feel it, but it's not painful? Seriously, this is what stability is.

At this point, I think I could just run. No, if I really ran like I was sprinting, I might not be able to hold out.

Even if I jumped rope-like and stopped, it was fine. The cups weren't tailored to the shape of my chest, but rather, they felt like they were gathering it tightly, and they didn't move out of place much.

Is this the power of sportswear and ergonomics?

"Well, what do you think? Once you try it on and actually move around in it?"

"Wow, this… I like this! Wow, this is amazing."

My chest is somehow restrained, but instead, my entire body feels more liberated. Wow, my chest is so harmful! Even if it's big, it can move like this!

I was looking at my chest in the mirror, excited, and observing what kind of bra top it was that could do that, when I felt something strange about my reflection in the mirror.

When I looked closely, all the men in the gym were looking at me. To be exact, the entire gym was looking at me because there were only men there at the moment.

I turn my head and look behind me, and suddenly everyone is pretending to do what they want to do. But somehow their movements seem big and strong. As if they are showing off.

First, I have to buy this. I was thinking about buying it and going somewhere else, so I looked at the trainer with a smiling face, and the trainer suddenly put his hand on my shoulder, brought his face close to mine, and spoke in a small voice.

"Excuse me… Could you come for a moment?"

"yes?"

"I have something to recommend, so come to the PT room for a moment…."

"…A recommendation?"

"Oh, it's not that it's weird… I know it's weird to say this here, but I'm giving you all these clothes for free, and I'm even giving you money at the gym… Just a minute."

… They say it's not strange, but the more I hear about it, the more strange and suspicious it seems.

Still, there was no way something would happen in a place like this, and they even explained the clothes to me quite kindly… .

And honestly, I was a little tempted to go along because they said they would give me money for free, but I realized that my thoughts about what a PT room is and what a gym office is called were wrong.

What should I say, it felt like a personal gym.

A small room with a mat or something like a yoga mat on the floor and simple exercise equipment like dumbbells and sit-up bars.

Even the entrance was a glass door, but the glass was opaque.

As soon as I entered, the music that was playing throughout the gym was greatly reduced, as if there was some kind of soundproofing equipment. I felt like I was being dragged into a private room, and I was starting to get suspicious and was thinking whether I should run away or scream, but then the trainer spoke to me, his voice louder than before.

"…Would you like to sign up for a gym membership?"

"yes?"