Chapter 90

"If you register as a member and come twice a week, we can pay you 100,000 won at our gym. You can use all the gym facilities for free, and if you come for a month, we'll give you the sportswear you just wore, a hairband, and sneakers for free, and if you come for two weeks, we'll sell it to you for half price."

"Huh? Now, wait a minute. I don't understand what you're saying."

I can't understand what they're talking about. They said they'd give me free clothes and money, but then they suddenly asked me to sign up for membership...? And they said it'd cost 100,000 won if I showed up twice a week. What the hell is that?

"Ah… Honestly, if you look at me now, honestly, I'm not just talking nonsense. You're really pretty, right? Did you see the other members' gazes focused on you earlier?"

"Oh, no."

"In fact, as soon as you came out wearing your sportswear earlier, all the members' eyes were focused on you! What this means is that if a customer says they work out at our gym... just by working out, a rumor about our gym starts. There's a really pretty girl at this gym. When a pretty girl works out, all eyes are drawn to her. If this happens..."

… So, instead of using them as models for gym advertisements, you're saying that you give them free gym passes, money, and even clothes?

You think you can make money this easily just by going to the gym twice a week and working out a little?

Now that I hear it, I understand. Wow, this is something that can make a lot of money.

"So… in fact, this is like bait to bring in other customers, but if there's a problem there, the trainers will take responsibility and handle it, and although personal training isn't normally allowed, if you want, I can keep it a secret from the other trainers."

"Personal PT?"

"You can think of it as just 1:1 personal training, such as body management, exercise schedule, diet management, correcting exercise posture, and massage to relieve muscle tension. This is my designated PT room. Since those receiving personal training really have goals, they work out in a room like this. That way, if the customer wants, they can work out outside only when they need equipment, and they can work out inside without worrying about people's eyes."

It seems a lot different from the gyms I knew. I wonder if they even give each trainer a personal training room to make them compete.

But honestly, I had no intention of going to the gym.

I came here because I was really curious about sports bras, and they told me I could try them on, so I tried them all on, but why did this happen?

Anyway, my body is not the type that needs exercise, and it doesn't seem to need it much… .

I tried to decline the trainer's offer by saying what I thought.

"Well, honestly… I don't really need to exercise."

"Ah… Excuse me, but could you unzip your jacket for a moment?"

"yes?"

"No, it's not that it has any other meaning, but when you look at it through the eyes of an expert, you can see what's lacking."

… Is that really so? While having doubts, I was certain that my body didn't need much exercise anyway, and since this guy was a pro at this, I obediently unzipped him, and the trainer let out an exclamation of admiration as he slowly licked my body with his gaze from my chest to my stomach, and then suddenly grabbed my pelvis with both hands.

"Wh, what are you doing…?!"

"If you look at it now… the center of the body is a little off, right? Here too…."

Then he grabs your shoulder and slightly leans your left shoulder forward. It's very subtle.

"Wow… Honestly, wow. I'll be completely honest with you. It's absolutely perfect. I can't find any fault with it other than the fact that it's a little off center. I wish I was a little healthier, so I could work out and gain some muscle, but I think right now is the perfect time for you."

"Right, right?"

"Seriously, you have the body that other female members want. You have big breasts, a slim waist, a heart-shaped butt, and a hip-up too, oh my… You're amazing."

… Is this really pure admiration? At some point, I thought that I was starting to feel a little sticky, and then the trainer suddenly sat down on the sit-up stand in the room and said.

"But honestly, there's nothing wrong with your body. You take care of it too perfectly… If there's anything lacking, it's your sense of balance and your lower body's center of gravity?"

"Lower body centered?"

"Yes, it seems like your body doesn't know its own center very well. It would be hard to wear high heels like this…."

…Huh? How did you know?

It's a bit strange. I would think that women would usually wear high heels, but how did they know that I'm not good at wearing high heels?

As I was wondering, the trainer started explaining in his own way.

"If you get personal training from me, I'll start by improving your flexibility and balance, and I'll help you correct your posture by doing yoga or pilates. I'll also focus on the course. I'll just do simple exercises for your lower body, stomach, and back, so your body won't change much, but you'll just supplement some muscle strength. If you do lower body exercises and maintain your center of gravity like this, it's good for your body and your man. I can teach you everything so that you can make your boyfriend die of love."

I was just listening to it once, thinking I'd give it a listen, and then I suddenly felt interested. It's good for men? So, it must be about sex, right...?

It was clearly sexual harassment, but it didn't feel like it because he said it so lightly. By the time I realized it was sexual harassment, my mind was already full of having sex with the old man and making him feel so good.

Now that I think about it, I definitely wasn't satisfied when I asked her to climb on top of me before, and it could definitely be because of her lower body... Now that I've turned into a woman, I still lose my balance sometimes.

"Don't think of it as working out, just coming to have fun! It's easier to think of it that way. I would normally keep in touch through messenger and manage my diet, but my customers are already so thorough in managing themselves that I don't think that's necessary. To be honest, honestly, if I get a customer right now, I'm sure the gym will give me an incentive, right? If you really sign up as a customer, I'll give you 100,000 won on top of my share of the money! It's good for me and the customer, right?"

"Uh, um…."

I'm a little worried. Now that I think about it, I feel like I gain weight even if I eat whatever I want, so I'm also curious if there will be any changes to my body if I exercise.

I think it would be good to find the center, and… .

"Can i think about it?"

"Oh, of course! Thank you. You can think about it carefully and come back. Oh, could you give me your contact information?"

I fumbled to remember my iPhone phone number and told the trainer my phone number. He checked the added messenger profile to confirm that it was me. He slowly read the three letters of the name written on the profile, then put his phone in the corner of the room and said.

"If you're not busy right now, would you like to receive some?"

"yes?"

"You can just go and play. It's not difficult, but it's about what a personal trainer is like, and how to do simple exercises that you can do alone properly. As for the clothes, don't worry about them, just put them on and give them to me afterward. I'll do the group laundry, and I'll wash them together with you."

I heard it as, "I'll wash it for you, so you can't sell it anymore. Come back later." But I changed my mind a little more positively, and since it was already my size and I didn't think I could sell it, I was planning to buy it, so it was actually welcome news to me. Instead, he said he'd wash it for me.

Since it has come to this, and there is still a lot of time left, I think I should just do as you said and go and do some exercise…

I nodded, thinking that since I had nowhere else to go, it would be good.

Then the trainer chuckled and started laying out several yoga mats on the floor.

"Then, should we start by loosening up our bodies?"

Right away, I started doing some really simple stretches. A neck stretch where I lift one hand and then fold it over and grab the opposite side of my head and pull it up, and a biceps stretch where I stretch one arm out in the opposite direction and pull in the direction that the other arm is stretched.

"Hey, weren't you only doing the lower body? Why the upper body…."

"Originally, stretching should loosen up your entire body. Okay, this is loosening up your triceps. Here, this muscle is your triceps. Be conscious of this and hold it like this. Keep it up~."

"Uh, uh…."

The trainer touches each one and stretches them. When you do a triceps stretch by folding your arm and putting it behind your head and pulling your elbow with the other arm, your chest is greatly emphasized.

Next, I have them do chest stretches, turning their arms back, lowering their shoulders, and holding their hands to push their chests forward as much as possible. Even though I know it's a stretch, I feel a little embarrassed, so I look at the trainer, and he's checking to see if I'm stretching properly by looking at my arms, not my chest.

Next, stretch your arms forward while emphasizing the feeling of pushing out your shoulder blades, then stretch both arms up and tilt your upper body to the side.

Next, stretch your waist by bending forward with your back straight, as in the side stretch position.

"Butt, as far back as possible, like this."

"Ugh…."

From behind, he grabs my pelvis with both hands as I lean forward. Even though it's just a little, the trainer's body touches my buttocks, and I can imagine that this is a very awkward position.

As I kept trying to push my hips forward, I kept getting pulled back, and the recoil caused me to touch the trainer's body several times. Eventually, I gave up and stayed still, and only then did the trainer place his hands on my pelvis and hold still. This time, he moved his hands to my waist while keeping my lower body still, and made me turn my upper body left and right. As a result, my hips came into contact with the trainer's body several times, although I couldn't tell exactly where.

As the trainer moves his hands, he slowly straightens his waist and says something that may or may not be a compliment.

"Your hip-up has become incredibly sexy, man…."

He says it's a thigh stretch and this time he clasps his hands together and bends his upper body so that it touches the tops of his feet.

The trainer was still right behind her, standing so close that if he moved even slightly, their lower bodies would touch.

"Ouch, uh, uh, ah, uh."

"One, two, three, four."

He covers me from behind as if he was attacking me, puts his hand on my back, and presses it repeatedly.

After doing 8 reps on each side, I felt a little out of breath and sighed deeply. Then the trainer immediately pushed my body against him again from behind, placed his hands on my legs, and spoke.

"Okay, spread your legs. A little more, a little more. Just sit there in the air, so that the inside of your thighs are properly spread apart."

He makes me bend my legs at 90 degrees, twist my upper body as if I were sitting in the air, and presses left and right. While I was wearing leggings and spreading my legs apart, the trainer put both hands on my inner thighs without permission and made excuses.

"I'll check your muscles to see if you're stretching properly. Please continue."

"…eww."

I raised my head because I thought this wasn't right, and looked at the trainer's face. He had such a serious expression on his face that I couldn't help but keep my mouth shut.

Something makes me think that it's more embarrassing than I thought, but the trainer has a serious expression on his face, so I wonder if I'm being too lewd. Am I too concerned about contact?

As if he had read my mind, the trainer told me to do hamstring stretches.

"There may be a lot of contact, but since it is a personal training, it is an inevitable process to properly correct your posture. You may be embarrassed at first, but it is natural, and you will quickly get used to it as you keep doing it."

Cross both legs and bend at the waist so that your hands reach up to the top of your feet as if you were doing a thigh stretch. The trainer holds your waist again to help you not fall backwards, and holds your lower body close to him as if he were supporting your body.

Seriously, I think it's a strange posture that would be embarrassing if someone else saw it, but I also think that this is why a personal PT room is necessary.

Since I had never received anything like this before, I wasn't sure if I was doing it right, so after I finished stretching as the trainer told me to, this time I had him sit on the yoga mat.

This time, I was asked to stretch while sitting and crossing my legs. It was said to be a stretch to loosen up the pelvis and legs, and since there was no significant contact, I wondered if I was overreacting, so I took it seriously.

But, no matter what, I couldn't help but be shaken by the last movement.

"Okay, then, would you like to spread your legs as wide as possible?"

"Um, this…like this?"

While sitting, keep your upper body straight and spread your legs as wide as possible to the left and right. Then, the trainer, who is sitting opposite you, holds your legs with his leg and makes you spread them wide.

Looking at the legs stretched almost straight, the trainer continued to do his work while being amazed at his flexibility. I was also amazed at my own flexibility. I didn't know my body was this flexible.

At that moment, the trainer grabbed my two arms, which were slightly curious about my legs being spread wide open, and pulled them towards his body.

"Oh, uh, uh, wait a minute... Huh?!"

Her large breasts are clearly touching the inside of the trainer's thighs, and she is pulling hard, causing her face to be buried in his groin.

At that moment, I knew it through the heat of the part that touched my face, through its shape and its unforgettable smell, even though I didn't want to.

'… he got an erection… It's huge, huge… .'

The smell of a horny, horny male… and a huge, curious thing that makes your heart race just by touching your face.

The moment I lifted my blushing face and saw the trainer's face still pulling my arm, the moment my eyes met his, I thought.

… he was showing off his big dick and solid muscles to me, pretending it wasn't intentional.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're too flexible, so I put in the wrong amount of force."

He speaks as if it were a mistake, but he doesn't think about hiding his erection, or mention the fact that it clearly touched me, or my flushed face.

As if making fun of my flustered body, the trainer made me lie down on the mat, grabbed my legs and pushed them up over my head, forcing me into a position where my vagina was clearly visible from above.

After he let go of my hand without even putting up a fight at the stretching movements that were performed without me even saying anything, I wondered if I had been too flustered to hear the name of the stretch.

"Okay, lastly, let's do the cat pose, and then I'll teach you how to do squats."

He made me bend my knees and stretch out both my arms so that they were touching the floor. He continued to touch my hands, legs, and the inside of my thighs. Then, he placed both hands on my upper back and lower stomach and started stroking them.

"Okay, as you inhale... look down, up. Lift your butt a little more."

"Ugh, huh."

Move the hand that was placed under the stomach a little further inward, and press down while placing the hand just above the pubic bone. Then, press the back with the other hand, and without removing the hand that was placed on the pubic bone, lift the chin with the hand that was placed on the back.

"As you exhale, bend your back as much as possible, then arch your butt and chest again."

He corrects her posture by freely touching her body with his hands. Eventually, he says that her butt is too protruding and he even strokes her butt with one hand and puts it back in.

But the voice was so calm that I kept wondering if I was being too self-conscious. After repeating the pose to some extent, he placed his hand on my buttocks and continued stroking them in time with his breathing, making sure that the position of my buttocks was fixed.

Is this the normal level of contact for stretching and simple yoga? Or… .

I couldn't tell. Was it a natural contact, a mistake, an erection that couldn't be helped physiologically, was he really being sincere or had dark intentions?

One thing I could tell was that it felt like a touch that was too lewd and full of obscene intentions for me to accept, at least. While I was holding back, thinking, "No, no," my body was reacting to the embarrassing touch, my breathing was getting faster, and I was getting hotter.

"Then now squats…."

"Hey, hey. Stop it now."

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I exhaled heavily the moment the cat pose ended and asked for it to end. Maybe it was because my body was too sensitive, but I reacted to every touch that I couldn't figure out the intention of, so it was hard to hold back. My head was filled with more and more dirty thoughts, so I couldn't stand it anymore, so I asked for it to end, and the trainer said as if he knew it would happen.

"It's harder than you think, right? If you do it with the correct posture and receive personal training, even something that seemed simple can have a really good exercise effect."

"yes…."

"So today was just an experience, so should we stop here?"

"thank you."

He took a deep breath and said, catching his breath.

For some reason, my body felt more and more sensitive from the middle. To the point where I flinched even at the sound of the wind.

As I watch the trainer tidying up the yoga mat as if nothing happened, a question suddenly arises. Was it really an unavoidable touch or was it an intentional, secret, dark caress? Am I imagining it…?

While I was wondering about this, the trainer removed all the yoga mats except the one I was sitting on, and then suddenly, as if it were a natural thing to do, he grabbed my two legs and spread them apart.

"Oh, wait, wait?!"

"I just focused on the inside of your thighs, but since you said it was difficult, I'll give you a quick massage and check for you."

"Uh…uh…yes…."

Since you keep talking so seriously, I feel like I'm thinking wrong. Really, am I being too sensitive and making a mistake? To someone who's just working hard and being normal.

The moment I was thinking that, the trainer started giving me a massage. He gently pressed the inside of my thighs, and it was a skillful massage, as if he knew that this area would naturally get tired.

"Ugh…sigh…."

At the same time, my vagina suddenly feels hot. My insides feel tingly and my vagina tenses slightly. I think of the massage from the masseuse that my uncle invited me the night before, and the afterimage of the pleasure I felt at that time reflexively plays out.

"Uh, ah, ah…."

"Does it feel good to press here?"

"Ugh… Th, that… W, what…."

"Isn't it great that you're so relaxed?"

My face turns red on its own. What on earth is it, is it really on purpose or am I mistaken and feeling this way?

Regardless of the confusion in my mind, the trainer's hands move without rest. He freely kneads the inside of my thighs, and I can feel the heat of the heated area with the back of his hand.

"Oh, you're hot because you exercised? Are you sweating?"

"Ugh… huh…."

I felt where the trainer's gaze was directed, so I couldn't answer, so I bit my lips and held back the sounds that were about to escape.

Because I couldn't tell whether what he was seeing was really sweat.