Chapter 92

Although it was clothes I had worn once, it wasn't that long ago and I hadn't worn them for a long time, so I thought it would be okay. I wore the skirt that I had worn the day the old man bought me the clothes, which was a bit like an office skirt, and on top of that, I wore a white bra and a white shirt that I was wearing for the first time since I bought them. Even though it was white, it would be less see-through since the colors matched, right?

The shoes are suede loafers. I bought them because they looked the most similar to men's shoes, and they are as comfortable as I thought. It seems like they don't go well with a skirt, but after wearing pantyhose with a slightly higher denier and wearing a skirt again, they looked pretty good.

Here's a white shirt, and a coat I'm wearing for the first time.

"You're pretty. You look pretty no matter what you wear."

I turns my body sideways in front of the vanity, engrossed in self-praise. I'm really pretty. I have a great body and a face, so I look pretty no matter what i wear, but when i dress up in high-end clothes, I really looks like a model, someone from the upper class. It looks so natural, maybe because I'm pretty even without makeup.

By the way, pantyhose are something I feel every time I wear them, but they are really so different from what I imagined, and it's hard to wear them sexily. If you want to wear them without wrinkles, you have to put your hand inside and rub them while putting them on, and it's embarrassing, so I think it would be hard to wear them when someone is watching.

Even though it says no panties, he didn't say pantyhose were not allowed... so it should be okay, right? Thinking that it should be okay, I lifted up my skirt, spread my legs, and prepared a picture to send to the old man, but he had already replied to the video I had sent earlier.

{I want to quit my job and just have sex with Heeyeon all day long…]

[No!}

I sent the photo right away, and the man told me that since it was my first time, he would let it slide, but that from the next time, if I said no panties, I wouldn't be able to wear pantyhose either.

After sending a message saying that I'm going to the gym to have fun, I prepare to leave by putting my things in my handbag without waiting for a reply.

Actually, even if you say you're going to bring it, there's not much to it. Money, a cell phone, tissues, TS stone. You can leave it at the motel, but... I think it's less unsettling to carry it around yourself.

As I was leaving the motel, I remembered that I had asked the trainer to contact me the day before before he came, so I took out my phone and opened up Messenger. As soon as I wrote, "Can I come today?" and sent the message, a read mark appeared and a reply came right away.

{Yes, that's fine! What time do you plan on coming?]

[I'm thinking of going now, is that okay?]

{Of course it's okay! Please contact me when you arrive in front of the store.]

I checked the route on my phone and it seems like it would take at most 20 minutes to walk slowly. I was a little concerned about the gazes as I walked past the street I had driven past yesterday.

It's the same gaze as usual, but somehow it feels like he's looking at me a little more closely… I feel like touching my buttocks with my hand without realizing it. Could it be that they can tell I'm not wearing any panties…?

Even though I don't think that's possible, for some reason my gaze keeps going to her lower body. As her gait becomes a little awkward, she slightly covers her butt with her handbag.

… Now that I think about it, even though the skirt is long, it feels a bit clingy because my butt is big, so it was clothes that showed my underwear line. But now that it's not visible, I guess I'm paying more attention to it.

Rather, I keep worrying about it, even though I think people will look at my underwear line.

I tried my best not to pay attention to the gazes and held my phone in my hand. I continued to browse various sites and tried my best not to be conscious of the gazes and before I knew it, I had arrived. I arrived comfortably without getting lost.

It's nice not having to worry about what other people think. It may be a little dangerous, but I don't have to worry about falling because I'm not wearing high heels.

It's a good thing I wore pantyhose. Because of the fit, I felt like I was wearing something, and I even thought I might forget that I wasn't wearing anything, but I'm sure no one would notice that I wasn't wearing panties, even when I was going up stairs or something.

"How much is this?"

I was about to go up to the gym when I saw that they were selling hair ties at the clothing store, so I bought one. 2,000 won... It may seem expensive for one hair tie, but I thought it would be a lot more comfortable to tie my hair up while working out, so I bought it and went up to the gym. As soon as I opened the door and went in, a trainer saw me and approached me.

"When did you come? If you had called from downstairs, I would have gone down."

"Ahaha… You don't have to go that far."

As I answered with an awkward smile, remembering what had happened the day before, the trainer immediately got to the point.

"What do you think? Have you thought about it? Would you like to register?"

"Um…yes, I…told my boyfriend about it and he said it was okay and told me to give it a try."

I thought that it would be better to say that I had a man rather than not, so I could block the possibility of something strange happening, so I told him that he was my boyfriend and that since I had gotten his permission, I could leave right away if there was a problem.

Then, the trainer took me straight into the PT room, as if he didn't care about what I said and only cared about whether I would register or not.

Even though it was morning, there were people exercising… Today, there were only men, and they were all stealing glances in my direction. I was also self-conscious about not wearing any underwear, so I avoided eye contact for a while, and then by chance, I made eye contact with a woman who was organizing her tools in what seemed to be a space set up for yoga or Pilates.

I didn't see you yesterday, yoga instructor? Is that the employee who said you didn't show up yesterday?

As I followed him to the PT room with that thought in mind, the loud music that had been playing in the gym suddenly became quiet.

The trainer immediately brought over the file that was on the window sill, took out a pen and some paper from inside the file, adjusted the height of the sit-up machine, and placed it on top.

"It's a really good idea. If you exercise alone, you can have an accident, and if your body is strained, there's no one to advise you or stop you, so it only has negative effects. But if you come to the gym and do some light exercise like this, your boyfriend will like it, and your current customer will be satisfied seeing his body getting better, and when his body gets better, we will get closer, and when you are healthy, you will be less tired, and if you have any muscle tension, I will manage it and loosen it up. It's good because I have a management member. Plus, the member doesn't even pay to come, we pay to come. There is absolutely no negative point."

"Oh, um, right?"

I answered appropriately and looked at the gym registration form. I was a bit worried, but fortunately, there was no section for writing down my resident registration number. There was a section for writing down my cell phone number, but I think it was for personal information protection.

Let's simply write down our name, age, phone number, where we live, and the period of our gym membership. This time, they gave us a piece of paper called a personal trainer application form. It said "Trainer Koh Hyuk-soo" and there was a blank space for the cost. We were asked to write our desired goals while working out, but there were a lot of things written like diet and rehabilitation treatment, but we didn't really have a specific goal so we were worried, and then the trainer told us to just write the date and signature at the bottom and he would write it for us.

After I finished writing everything down and handed it over to him, he took out a red pen and wrote 'special member' in all the items I had left blank.

"Yes, so now you've registered at the gym. Would you like to start working out today?"

"Um…yes."

"Oh, then let me introduce you to someone else first. There's a female instructor here today who didn't come to work yesterday. I wasn't able to explain it properly yesterday, but she'll explain everything you don't know."

He was quite friendly. I nodded and left the PT room and went into a room where I could see signs written in English that said yoga and pilates. Although it was called a room, the walls and doors were all made of glass, so I could see inside where the men were working out. What should I call this place? Yoga room? Fitness room?

"Instructor Baek A-young, you know the person I mentioned earlier? She's here now, so let me introduce you. This is Instructor Baek A-young, she teaches yoga and pilates, she's 27 years old, and this is our member Kim Hee-yeon, she's 22 years old, doesn't really think about working out, and would like to become a special member."

"Oh, hello, have you finished registering as a member?"

"Yes, I just finished it inside."

My eyes automatically move up and down, scanning the instructor's body as if they were looking at me. Instructor Baek A-young... You have a really nice body. To be honest, it's not as nice as mine, but my body is my body after all, and other people's bodies are other people's bodies!

The chest is… B size? It's voluminous but not big, so it really feels like a woman who works out, and her body looks like it would move well. She's wearing a gray bra top and white leggings, so her body is clearly visible. The hips are quite large, and the waist is firm rather than slender, so it feels like it's tight rather than soft.

"Um… Member Kim Hee-yeon, do you want to try yoga too?"

"Oh, no, I'm sorry."

She must have sensed my gaze as she smiled awkwardly and spoke, then suddenly came closer and touched my body with both hands.

I thought that if a woman touched me, I would react in a certain way, but surprisingly, I didn't react as sensitively as when a man touched me. I was just a little surprised, so I was surprised that I was even a little surprised.

Instructor Baek A-young's hands touched my shoulders, arms, waist, and pelvis, then she squatted down in front of me and touched my legs with both hands. I was startled and took a step back, worried that she might find out that I wasn't wearing any underwear, but she got up with a smile on her face and said,

"Are you a model by any chance?"

"Huh? No."

"Your body is in great shape. You must have been very thorough in taking care of it. But I think you took care of it through your diet rather than through exercise."

"Uh, how do you know that?"

I meant, "How do you know that by touching it?" but she took it as, "How did you know that?!" and said it as if it was obvious.

"Well, that's because that's the job. If you look at it now, your body is very well-balanced, but it's not just muscle, but also a moderate amount of fat. Well... to put it positively, it's a body that men would like, but to put it negatively, it's a body that's a little lacking in management. It's not that it's a bad thing that it's a bad thing, it's just that it's a very healthy and good body, but for those who want to have a resilient body through exercise, it's a body that's a little lacking."

"But in your case, since you don't want to build your body, I'm just trying to help you find your balance. Yoga seems like a good idea, too."

"That's great. You said you also do personal training, right? I'm a good trainer and I know a lot about yoga, so I'll take good care of you. Also, your breasts... um... are they really big? How big are they?"

"Huh?? Um, that's…."

Surprised by the sudden question, I looked at the trainer and expressed that it was difficult to talk here, but the instructor urged me on as if there was no need to do so.

"Anyway, since you're just starting to manage it, you need to know your physical condition, so it's information that a trainer needs to know. And I also need to know it to properly inform you about sports bras and bra tops, so it's okay."

I told her the size because she said it as if there was no need to hide it, and after thinking about it for a while, I felt more confident since it was a woman and not a man.

Then, both the instructor and the trainer were surprised and their eyes focused on my chest.

"Four, thirty-four? H in thirty-four?"

"…yes."

"What's the standard? Is it European size? Okay, can I touch it for a second?"

"Huh?? Huh? Th, that's it."

The instructor suddenly approached me and asked if she could touch my breasts, which surprised me, but I nodded, thinking that since I was a woman, it wouldn't mean anything to me. Then she reached out with both hands and grabbed my ribs under my chest, and while doing so, she felt my body over my clothes to check the underside of my breasts. Rather than following the line of my chest, she stroked it upwards to check its volume.

"Wow… You raised her by taking care of her? It must have been really hard, but eating habits are more important than exercise. What should I do? Don't you know better than me? Your body is so nice."

"Hey, uh, you're welcome too, Sister."

Wow, it's so embarrassing to call me sister!

I want to call her older sister. When I compliment her while she is very shy, she feels like I am really sincere and not just saying empty words. Instructor Baek A-young is really happy and approaches her like a close older sister to her younger sister and holds her hand.

"What do you think, you must be really popular with men. Is it because you don't exercise much to maintain your chest?"

"Uh, yes… that's right."

"Really, you just took care of yourself while exercising minimally?"

Since I don't know what she's talking about, I can't help but say that it's absolutely right. She's a pro, so she should know better than I do. While talking, she keeps touching my waist, but it's more like she's checking the texture than touching, so it's a little embarrassing. Then she looks at the trainer and gives a curtsy.

"Mr. Hyuk-soo, please do what you have to do for now. You will provide all the gym clothes for the members, right? I will call you after I prepare everything."

"Oh, yes, instructor. I guess I got in the way of the beauties becoming friends."

"You kept doing it knowing that? Who would call you a pervert?"

"Now that you are my member, don't say things like that…."

Instructor Baek A-young bursts out laughing at the sight of her pretending to zip up her mouth as if to ask him to stop. The two of them seem to be close on a personal level, but the look in her eyes seemed to be telling her not to worry and to leave it to him. When she looked at the trainer, she saw him nod and leave.

As I watched the trainer walk around the other male members to correct their exercise postures, as if it were his usual job, instructor Baek A-young grabbed my arm and led me out of the yoga room, where there were lots of exercise clothes like sports bras.

"You two seem to get along well."

"You see? Since Hyuk-soo is kind and friendly, we became close. When we met outside, we called each other sisters. Huh? Is that a connection?"

"yes?"

She spoke as if she was not dating him, and quickly took out a tape measure and measured her body size. His hand movements were so familiar that it almost felt like we were in a clothing store. He then measured her hip size past her waist, and I was so surprised by what he said that I held my breath.

"You really like to dress up. Or is it your boyfriend's style? Well, it's embarrassing to show your lines in a skirt this tight, right?"

"Oh, yes… right?"

"But with these big breasts, it'll be hard to choose underwear... Oh, and what's the shape? I can see that they're protruding when I look underneath... But since I have to capture this dynamic, the bigger the breasts, the more important the shape is. I don't know the root, but depending on the type, whether it's a top or bottom is also a bit important."

Root? Protrusion? Bottom…? No, top bottom? I've heard that word somewhere, but I don't remember it being a word that would come out here.

I have no idea what you're talking about. Are you talking about bras?

Since I don't know anything every time I buy something, I just leave it to the clerk, have the clerk check it for me, try it on, and if it's comfortable and I like it, I just buy it. So I don't think I can understand a single thing that women would understand.

She spoke to me with a look of wonder on her face as if she was wondering why I wasn't answering her as I was struggling to figure out what to say.

"Um… It's a bit of an awkward topic, but you have to tell me anyway. This is a really important issue for women, right? Unlike men, when you exercise, you have to change your clothes depending on whether the exercise is intense or not. If you don't, your shape will deteriorate, and your Cooper's ligaments will stretch and sag, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"There are only two of us here right now anyway, so what if we're girls?"

In the end, I was worried and realized that even if I tried to hide it, I would have to know something to hide it, but since I had no choice, I told the truth.

"That's… I actually don't know what that means."

"…yes?"

"Actually, my breasts suddenly grew bigger and I didn't know what to buy, so I just asked the clerk to choose for me."

… Should I believe it? While thinking about it, I made up my words appropriately, and she made a subtle expression. While thinking if this made sense, she looked at her chest and made an expression that said, "Maybe so." If it's this big, it would be really hard to choose, so wouldn't she just leave it all up to the clerk? Since she's an employee, she has a lot of knowledge, so she'll choose properly.

Her eyes, which had been quietly looking up and down my body, suddenly turned to my handbag and widened. My eyes also turned to my handbag of their own accord, and for a moment I wondered why she was doing that. Her eyes quickly scanned my body up and down. To be exact, she was looking at my clothes.

Then, she nodded on her own with an expression of understanding and started picking out sports bras, bra tops, and leggings on her own.

"…hey?"

"Ah, it's okay. I think I know what you're talking about. Let me explain it to you briefly."

For some reason, his attitude has changed subtly. Until just a moment ago, he was treating me like a close friend, but now he seems to be cautious. What on earth is this difference… .

"I told you earlier that there are different types of sports bras, right? Do you see the one I'm wearing? The shoulder straps are thin and the overall look is comfortable. It's light, and it holds your breasts in place rather than shaking them around, making it easier to breathe. Hmm... To put it in simple terms, it's like a comfortable sleep bra, but it's good for exercising."

"Hey…what's a sleep bra?"

Oh, that was a mistake. She looks at me as if she really can't believe what I'm saying. I was just asking because I was really curious...

"Do you know the difference between the one with wires and the one without?"

"…Uh, yes."

"Really?"

… I actually don't know.

But I avoided answering because I thought it would be strange if I said I didn't know anymore. Then, she sighed softly and muttered, as if she had taken it in her own way.

"I'm really jealous…."

"yes?"

"No, that's not it. You'll be more comfortable wearing a sleep bra when you sleep, so look for one later. And a sports bra... In your case, since you're big, if it's light like this... the holding power might be weak, right? So I'll choose a run bra, a mega support, a zip-up, and a light one for you. If you want to just do yoga today, you can wear these later. The chest types are capsule and mixed... I'll go with the mixed type. For now, we have medium this, this, and this, and high this, this, and this, so try them on and choose the one you like the most."

"Okay, just a minute. Medium and high… huh?"

"Yes, so, light is yoga, pilates, ballet. Medium is weight training, cycling, and high is exercise that involves a lot of movement, like running, boxing, or jumping rope. Got it?"

"So, you're saying I should change my clothes for each type of exercise?"

"Right?"

… Really?!

Was it this annoying for a woman to exercise?!

I had no idea. I thought I just had to exercise like men… I thought I just had to wear something called a sports bra, but there were so many different types.

"I chose it for you based on size 85... but for sports, sizes like S, M, L vary by company, so if you buy it separately next time, you can choose by size. And in your case, we will provide clothing support, right? So don't worry about it and just try them all on."

"Yes? But then I can't sell it…."

"I think it won't even take a month for the tuition fees that increase as members come and exercise to cover the cost of clothing support?"

… Are you saying that I can really make that much money just by going to the gym?

I don't believe it. Well, if I heard that there was a woman like this at the gym, I would stop by at least once just out of curiosity.

"Well… but actually, there aren't many people who do strenuous exercise as their size increases."

"why?"

"I heard that there is a limit to how much you can hold onto. Even a famous tennis player overseas had a hard time because of her large breasts, but after having breast reduction surgery, she immediately became number one. It's a hardship that only women can understand."

Actually, I tried running a little, but the more I walked, the more the shaking became like a rebound, so even though it was okay for a short distance, it started to hurt more and more as I ran for a long time. It's the most comfortable position to hold your chest with both hands and run.

Adidas, Nike… she gave me all the clothes from various brands, and then she gave me the panties and leggings I had worn before and put a training jacket that I could rent at the gym on top of them. In no time, I had both hands full of clothes.

"Have you chosen everything?"

"Oh my? What are you doing? Are you spying on a woman choosing a bra?"

"Hey, what's wrong? These are clothes I wear when I exercise."

Then he hands over the key he remembers seeing to instructor Baek A-young. It was the key to the locker in the women's locker room.

After handing over the key, she went back to where he was, looked at me, and when our eyes met, he smiled brightly. Seeing this, Instructor Baek A-young pretended to hit him with her fist, and he pretended to get hit by the punch from a distance.

The instructor guided me to the locker room, opened the door for me, and spoke as I went inside.

"I took out the ones you wore before because they didn't fit your size. Try them all on and you can wear the medium size today."

"Oh, over there, that bra top…."

"Ah, don't worry about it. The only thing they sell here is something that you can wear like a bra top, rather than a sports bra to wear underneath, right? So it's okay to just wear one. Don't worry about it and come out. I'll tell Hyuksoo, so go straight to the PT room and listen to his explanation."

"Oh, yes. Thank you."

When I bowed my head and greeted her, she waved her hand as if it were something natural.

"It's okay. If there's anything else that's uncomfortable or you don't know about, just let me know. Even on days when I don't go to work in the morning, if you talk to Hyuk-soo, he'll give you my contact information. Since there are no female customers inside right now, take your time trying them on. If there's anything that doesn't fit, give it to Hyuk-soo after you're done working out and he'll take care of it."