Chapter 93

I went into the changing room and tried on each item as she told me. I hung the coat on a hanger and put it in the locker. As I took off the rest of my clothes, I suddenly thought it was fortunate that there was no one else in the changing room. I wasn't wearing any panties.

I took off my stockings and decided to put on my pants first in case someone came in. I held the panties that were handed to me along with the sports bra in my hand for a moment, but then I thought to myself that the old man told me not to wear panties today… so I put them in my locker and put on only my leggings.

With her dark gray leggings, she took off her top and unhooked her bra, and her large breasts seemed to have been liberated, growing slightly. Rather than growing, they felt like they had been held in place and then released.

I tried on sports bras one by one on top of that to check the feel.

Even those that don't look like bras have cups inside, so they can function as underwear, but what's unique is that, except for the light ones, none of them have hooks like bras. You wear them like clothes with crossed straps in an X shape, and if you put your hands inside to adjust the position of your chest, it feels a little tight and your chest looks smaller. Shouldn't it be about that big? E? But it's still big.

It makes sense that as your breasts get bigger, you should avoid strenuous exercise. How can you exercise when it doesn't seem like it will hold them in place completely?

After trying on all the medium and high sizes, I chose the one I liked the most and wore the medium. It was a black bra with an X shape on the back that held the chest in place and a zipper in the front. Maybe it was because the shoulder straps were wide, but I felt like it held the chest better than other bras.

What's more, I liked that inside the zipper it looked like I was only wearing a bra, but when I zipped it up it looked like I was just wearing a bra top. But what exactly is the difference between a bra top and a sports bra?

After I finished putting on my training jacket and went out of the locker room, the eyes of the men in the gym immediately turned towards me. As if they had been waiting for me to come out, I saw them turn their heads as soon as the locker room door opened.

Whether you're bench pressing or butterfly, you're all doing the same movements. A little heavier or a little faster... It's a little funny to see them appealing to you like an animal courting you, but it makes sense what the trainer said.

If we did this every time we saw a woman with a nice body, it would help the gym. Customers would come more often, work out harder, and come in more often… .

With that in mind, I opened the door to the PT room and went in, and was surprised from the entrance. This was because instructor Baek A-young and trainer Koh Hyeok-soo were in strange poses inside.

Like a cat… To be honest, standing on her knees next to instructor Baek A-young, who was lying face down like a dog, one hand on her cheek and the other on her chest… It was embarrassing, but I was bewildered because I didn't feel awkward at all with the two of them. I thought, "No way would they do that in a place like this," and after thinking about it for a bit, I thought that it was more like they were correcting her posture, so I closed the door to the PT room and went in, and the trainer's hand was taken away from her.

"You understand? The most important thing in maintaining balance is that your perineum, navel, and pubic bone are aligned like this."

"But if you don't explain it properly, you'll be in big trouble."

"So, I usually put my hand on the tailbone or lower abdomen, but if you really want to see it properly, there's no other way. You have to explain it properly or have good technique."

"Honestly, there are people whose backs slightly twist when you touch their lower abdomen…."

I wonder if she was asking something she didn't know, but even though I came in, Instructor Baek A-young stood up and continued talking. She came towards me as if she was going to leave because I was there, did some stretching, and then looked at me at the entrance and said,

"It suits you well. But you don't have to wear a jacket indoors except when you're taking a short break from exercising."

"Oh… but it's underwear."

"I told you, it's okay. The ones sold here are no different from bra tops. They're bra tops, but the owner doesn't know if they can be worn like sports bras, so he labels them as sports bras."

Is that so? I thought that I didn't know, but since it was a woman saying it, it must be right, so I thought that it sounded like she was telling me to take off my jacket, and when I took it off, she let out an exclamation like a man.

"Wow~ Seriously, you're so sexy. Hyuksoo, are you having a hard time?"

"Huh? Why a trainer?"

"That's it…."

"Oh my, hurry up. I have to do PT!"

The trainer interrupted her and stopped her from saying what she was about to say. But she glared at trainer Koh Hyuk-soo as if to say, "Do you think you can stop me?" and then came closer as if to whisper in his ear.

"After all, I'm a man, so even if I'm a trainer, I can't help but react in some ways."

"Oh, come on!"

It was something that I could understand well enough to understand, and even though she was whispering, she wasn't speaking softly at all, so the trainer heard what she was saying. He came up to me as I was laughing awkwardly, grabbed her shoulder, and pushed her out of the PT room.

The trainer closed the door and started laying out yoga mats on the floor. He then told us to forget what had just happened and act as if nothing had happened.

"Then… first of all, do you have any kind of goal?"

"What's your goal?"

"Yes, usually when exercising, everyone sets a goal. In the case of women, they usually want to lose weight, manage their figure, lift their hips, get bigger breasts, have a thinner waist, etc... There are also many who want to focus on lower body exercise. In the case of these people, they are people who have a separate goal."

"Any other purpose?"

"Um… but in your case, you're looking to do some light exercise, so if there's anything you're concerned about or would like to be managed a little, please let me know."

To be honest, ever since I heard the old man tell me to practice the female superior position last night, I've been feeling like I lack strength and have a hard time moving around myself. Since I'm already working out at the gym, I thought it would be good to work out my lower body and build some strength in my arms.

Among them, I felt like my legs were particularly weak. I didn't feel it much normally, but when I got on top of him, I could definitely feel it. More than anything, it was hard because I felt like I would lose strength if I put in my weight.

I thought it might seem too perverted to say that I was working out just to have more enjoyable, but I told him honestly because I thought that no one would know my true intentions since I just wanted to work out my lower body.

"I wish I had gained some strength, especially in my lower body…."

"Um… Do you want to lift your hips and make your legs look prettier? Not dieting, but building muscle?"

"yes."

I don't know for sure, but I thought the trainer would understand, so I said. He seemed to think to himself for a moment before speaking.

"By any chance, do you want to do some waist and pelvic exercises?"

"Waist and hips?"

"Yes, waist, hips, butt, thighs, and a little bit of the abdomen. Is this what you want?"

After listening to the story and thinking about it, I nodded because it seemed right. If you only exercise the lower body, it won't be balanced, so do you also exercise the waist and pelvis? I don't know since I have no knowledge about this, but after listening to the story, it seemed like you need to exercise the waist and pelvis to properly support your body.

"Aha~ah, then let's do some stretching and some easy, basic exercises while I give you a massage. Even though they're basic, if you do them correctly, they're poses that are very effective. I'm planning on creating a course that includes a massage and posture correction. What do you think?"

"Yes, I'm…okay."

Even though I said it was okay, I remembered the stretching I had the day before. I remember the feeling of a light touch, like lifting a feather, but also the feeling of pressing down while occasionally correcting my posture.

If you look at what he did to Instructor Baek A-young earlier, and his reaction, I think it's natural, and it's not at all what I think. Even if you look at it earlier, he put his hand on his boobs and chest, but she really seemed like she didn't care.

While I was thinking about that, all the yoga mats were laid out and the trainer started stretching. I was still sensitive to the touch of hands on my body, but I tried my best to ignore them. I remembered the sight of instructor Baek A-young's hands on my vagina and chest, and I thought that it would be wrong to react strangely since it was natural.

I stretched just like the day before, and the same contact continued in the same position. I thought it was natural, but when my hands finally reached my buttocks, I became tense.

"huh?"

At that moment, the trainer put his hand on my butt and started caressing it as if he really thought something was strange. I was startled, my heart started beating faster, and my body got hot. Did he catch me without my underwear?

"Why, why?"

"…No, I will continue."

Luckily, I didn't seem to get caught. The trainer just grabbed my waist and started stretching my waist.

Slowly, with your arms crossed, you lean forward. Spread your legs shoulder-width apart and bend your waist forward. The trainer is right behind you, holding your waist tightly with both hands, so close that your thighs are pressed against each other. If there were only a wall in front of you and you just placed your hands on the wall, it would be an extremely obscene position that would make you feel like you could start having sex at any moment.

The trainer moves the waist from side to side. Maybe because I've already done it once, it doesn't feel as awkward or strange as the first time. Rather, it feels like a normal stretch, although there is a lot of contact.

As I was about to straighten my back and get into the next pose, the trainer put his hand on my back to prevent me from getting up.

"Wait a minute, if you look at me now, your posture is getting weirder. Could you please lean back a little more?"

"Huh? Uh, how is it?"

"Um… I feel like you're pushing your butt back a bit more. Your upper body is too far forward, so I'm holding your waist to help you balance it. But that means your posture isn't right."

"Then… like this? Whoa!"

The moment I slightly pushed my butt back at the trainer's words, I felt a surprisingly hot heat through one of my leggings. My waist fluttered as if it was on fire, and I lost my balance and was about to fall forward, but the trainer grabbed my body with both hands and pulled it toward him.

"oh…!!"

"Oh my… Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes…."

I managed to stop myself from falling, but thanks to that, my lower body was pressed much more properly than before, and I could feel the trainer's dick. As if trying to regain my balance, I tried to regain my posture as I saw him still, pressed against me without moving, but the heat I felt on my buttocks became increasingly noticeable, and as my nerves became focused, I could even feel the vibration of my pulse, and I started to flinch and tremble.

Earlier, Instructor Baek A-young also said this, but this is natural… I understand. And the trainer is trying his best not to show that he has an erection, so I try to understand.

Apart from that, my posture keeps getting messed up because my lower body is in such an awkward position and is so close to me.

Eventually, I gave up trying to strike a pose and spoke to the trainer in a trembling voice.

"I, I'm reaching there…."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Please don't mind it."

How can I not care? It's really huge. It's really hot, so I keep focusing on it.

I try to ignore the hands that are tightly holding my waist as if to prevent me from running away in case I lose my balance again, and the trainer's hot cock that is pressed against my buttocks and showing its presence, and I barely manage to get into a position, and only then does he let go of both hands.

Eventually, I lost my composure and continued stretching while being very conscious of the trainer's body. As I sat in the air with my thighs spread wide and my knees bent at 90 degrees, the thought of not wearing panties crossed my mind for a moment, and I worried that my cleavage might be clearly visible above my leggings. I tried to look down while feeling extremely embarrassed, but it was hidden by my large breasts.

I spread my legs wide, praying that I wouldn't be seen, and slowly move my body up and down. I couldn't tell where the trainer was looking, but the two hands stretched out from behind me were resting on my legs.

As I began to slowly close my legs, concerned about my legs becoming more and more spread apart, the trainer suddenly came in front of me, sighed, grabbed my knees, and forcibly spread my legs apart.

"Spread your legs a little more. More, more, right? Up and down, one, two, three, four…."

"Ugh, uh, yeah, huh."

Where on earth are you looking at? I can't see the trainer's face because it's blocked by his chest.

The trainer squats down in front of me and spreads my thighs with both hands, making me continuously shake my body up and down. My mind fills with the thought that invisible gazes might be directed at my vagina, which is clearly visible in the leggings I am wearing, and my body gradually becomes hotter.

If there was a mirror, I could at least see the situation, and if I were to do this pose, I could at least see if the shape of my vagina is really visible, but since there is no mirror in the PT room, I have no choice but to follow what the trainer tells me.

I had just finished stretching, but the trainer suddenly stopped with a bad expression. I exhaled, wondering if I could calm my embarrassed feelings while not showing me the next pose, but then I was a little embarrassed by what the trainer said after a while.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"yes?"

"I'm stretching you right now, but you keep getting tense. If you're like this, there's no need to stretch. I'm trying to loosen up your muscles, but if you keep getting tense, they won't loosen up. Are you embarrassed about me correcting your posture?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Suddenly, I feel guilty when I hear those words. This person is really doing his job faithfully without thinking about anything else, but I don't wear panties because the old man told me not to, and I feel embarrassed because of that and get nervous every time we touch…

Somehow I really feel like I'm the only one acting like a pervert and tiring out the hard-working people. I felt sorry and kept my mouth shut, but when I apologized, the trainer said as he sat down on the sit-up stand.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. In fact, when you first receive such intensive posture correction and management, you might feel like this… To be honest, it's a little embarrassing, right?"

Nodding, nodding, the trainer continued talking while scratching the back of his head.

"Honestly… um, it was my fault too. I caught you earlier because you were afraid you'd fall, but when we touched, you got really nervous after that. Right?"

"yes."

"First of all… I'm sorry about that."

I bow my head and apologize. Rather than feeling better, I feel like I did something wrong.

"Did you see Ms. Baek A-young teaching you the posture earlier? If you teach this and hold the posture, you can't help but touch some embarrassing parts. When maintaining balance, like before, you have to make sure that the perineum, navel, and center of the chest are exactly 1, but if you try to hold that and check if it's held properly... That's why there are separate PT rooms like this."

"Oh, yes."

Is that true? I guess that's why they do it separately... but I can understand why they put their hands on embarrassing places. To align the center line of the body.

"And, I'm a man too, so I'll be honest with you. There are times when I react… Don't worry about it. I'm not crazy and there won't be any problems. Rather, in the situation just now, if we both fell, I was much heavier than you and you might get hurt more if you got underneath me, so I held on tighter, but I think that made you too nervous. I'm sorry."

"Oh, no."

When I explained clearly what really happened and why and apologized, the tension eased a little and I realized it was just a misunderstanding, so my guard was lowered. However, the trainer seemed to think that it was more important to become closer to me than to stretch right now, as if he was telling me to sit down, by tapping the seat right next to him with his hand.

I did as he told and sat down on the sit-up table. Then the trainer reached out his hand towards me, but stopped mid-stretch and said,

"First of all, it's not really stretching, but can I put my hands on it?"

"yes?"

"You seem so tense in my hands, so I thought it would be a good idea for you to get used to it a little. You're also touching me. Is that okay?"

As he says that, he grabs my wrist and slowly places it on his leg. I can feel the trainer's muscles through the hand that is naturally placed on my thigh. It's very firm, and somehow the touch… feels good. Why is it, is it because I'm a woman?

"Oh, if you want to touch it, you can."

"Is that okay?"

"I work out like this because I want to be like this. I want to see women being amazed and amazed when they touch my legs."

When I clenched his hand a few times in response to those words, I felt muscles that were as hard as rock. It seemed as if he was deliberately applying force to make me feel it.

Meanwhile, the trainer's hand also rests on my leg. I flinch at the hand that goes straight to my inner thigh, but I try to remain calm, thinking that it's just for the sake of getting used to it.

We started talking to the trainer while still placing our hands on each other's legs.

"You shouldn't do this kind of thing with members, but since you're so nervous right now, please don't tell me separately."

"Oh, yes."

"By the way, is there any reason why you want to work out your lower body? You said you have a boyfriend, right? Is it to impress your boyfriend?"

"That? Well, that's…."

"Ah, as expected. The lower body is very important for women too. I'm so jealous of your boyfriend~."

As I relaxed a little, I really felt okay having a hand on my leg. I thought that I was putting my hand on it and that it was just there without me moving it, so later on, even if I moved it a little, my body stopped flinching.

After I calmed down, I felt the absurdity of the current situation. I'm not even a woman, and I'm so nervous around a man. Why would I flinch so much when a man's hand touches me? We're not even having sex.

From the middle, I tried to relax while maintaining the mindset of dealing with a same-sex person, and really, after a while, the feeling of the hand on the trainer's leg did not feel good rationally, but rather just felt good. When the trainer's hand started to gently squeeze my leg, I thought it was just a massage, but when I saw my face, which seemed completely calm and relaxed as usual, the trainer changed the position of his hand and placed it on my back with a look that said, "Is this okay now?" When his hand continued to move towards my waist and stroked it, my face blushed because it was a little embarrassing, but I didn't react as sensitively as before.

"By the way, Trainer, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes? Why me?"

"No, I was wondering if you were dating Instructor Baek A-young…."

"Ah~ No, no, just a close older sister or younger sister? A really close older sister or younger sister? We drink together and go on trips together, but we're not dating."

… They're so close, but are they really just like siblings? I was thinking that they didn't seem to be just colleagues, but then the trainer said something a little explicit.

"And I'm not very good at finding girlfriends. I wish I was born a girl."

"Huh? Why?"

"Um… I know it's a bit dirty to say this, but we're all adults anyway. I'm a bit used to it."

He pointed with his finger and spoke, then brushed it off as if it were a light conversation. As a person of the same sex, I felt envious and not bothered, but as a person of the opposite sex, I felt a little nervous, and the two feelings were mixed together, giving me a strange feeling that was hard to put into words.

"That's why, usually, when a woman starts dating and tries to sleep with a man after a while, she does one of two things. She either can't forget him or she avoids him completely. But when a woman grows up, men only like her and that won't happen, right?"

"Right…?"

Then, he pointed at my chest, and I unconsciously lowered my gaze. Certainly… But what does it mean to avoid it altogether when the penis is big? Is it because it feels like I really won't be able to put it in…?

I'm a little curious. It's really a huge dick... I wonder what it feels like to be that big...

"Okay, shall we continue then?"

"Oh, yes."

The trainer said as he stood up, thinking that I had relaxed a little. I felt much better than before, so I assumed the poses the trainer told me to take, and even when he touched me, I thought it was just to correct my posture.