episode_0099

Kwon Young-soo arrived first and waited at the filming site, handing me over to the female trainer (she was from a different center, not ours) who had come to support us. I followed the female trainer to the dressing room.

“First, we’ll be filming in leggings and a sports bra. After that, we’ll proceed with another round of filming in just underwear. Have you done your hair removal?”

She asked me a truly embarrassing question with an attitude that seemed to imply it was a given. But well, I guess it’s natural for her since it’s part of her job.

As expected, I have no body hair due to my alopecia. But I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should mention it first, before deciding to just nod my head.

“Yes. Haha.”

We soon arrived at the dressing room, and I left her waiting outside as I went in to change my clothes.

“Ah, finally trying this on.”

When working out at the center, more than half of the women in their 20s and 30s usually wore their own workout clothes instead of the ones provided by the center. The design of the generic leggings and sports bra was a bit boring, but that’s how it usually was.

Anyway, I had always seen those outfits from the sidelines, but actually wearing them myself was another level of embarrassment.

I thought to myself, “Do people really wear these clothes to work out?” But once I put them on, I couldn’t help but feel a newfound respect for those people.

After changing into the clothes and standing in front of the mirror, that feeling only intensified.

“Wow… this is insane. How can I work out in this?”

Of course, my abnormally large chest was a big factor, but it was inevitable to feel embarrassed on a physiological level.

Touching around my belly, I felt proud of the effort I had put in. Seeing the muscles of my rectus abdominis split into an 11-pack made me feel quite happy.

Achieving something through hard work is definitely exhilarating, especially when it shows physically.

Moreover, with my waist looking so slim, my already large chest seemed even bigger, to the point where it was hard to tell if it was real or CGI. As the saying goes, “the bigger, the better,” but maybe it’s more like “if it overflows, it’s not lacking…”

Not at all.

As a man myself, I don’t dislike big things. In fact, I quite like them.

“Well… it’s fine.”

It definitely felt different from seeing myself while showering. At this rate, I could just wear leggings and work out…

“Cough. Um, excuse me, Ms. Jung Do-yeon?”

Was I too caught up in my own thoughts? Without warning, the female trainer opened the dressing room door and entered, looking at me with a curious gaze.

Our eyes met, and I tried to hide my embarrassment with a big smile, but it only made things more awkward. I stopped laughing and quietly approached her.

“Oh, I’ll just go…”

“Just a moment. I need to apply oil before you leave. Can you do it yourself?”

Looking at body profile pictures, models often have shiny skin, and it seems like it’s all thanks to the oil.

“Um… where should I apply it?”

She smiled and approached me, lightly massaging my back.

“Here, let me do it for you. Let’s go inside.”

Pushed by her, I entered the dressing room again.

*Squish!*

She squeezed the oil into her hands and rubbed it on me.

“Turn around. I’ll apply it to your back.”

Being touched by a stranger like this, what a bizarre situation.

However, there was no other way but to obediently turn around and stick out my back.

*Squish, squish.*

“Ah!”

As her hand touched my back, a chill quickly ran up my spine and resonated in my frontal lobe.

“It’s a bit cold, isn’t it? My hands tend to be cold… Please bear with it for a bit. I’ll apply it quickly.”

“Uh… Y-yes.”

And so, she meticulously began applying oil from my back to my waist. When she moved from my back to my stomach, I was startled and shivered, but she continued to apply the oil as if it were nothing.

“Wow… Your abs are really well-defined. Of course, it’s partly due to Trainer Kwon’s skill, but you must be naturally gifted for this.”

Despite her praise, I struggled to endure her rough touch and simply suppressed my groans. With my mouth clenched shut, I inadvertently found her hand on my shoulder.

While my back and stomach were extremely sensitive and difficult to endure, thankfully, my shoulders and arms were more tolerable.

“Eek!”

Just when I was starting to relax, her hand suddenly slipped into my armpit, catching me off guard and causing me to involuntarily groan. I felt embarrassed by this fact, so I blushed and looked at her, but she just met my gaze with a mischievous expression.

Was she doing this on purpose?

“Hehe, I was just trying to loosen you up a bit.”

She said with a smile, but I couldn’t bring myself to spit on her smiling face, so I just let out a helpless laugh.

She then squeezed a generous amount of oil into her hand again and, with a sly smile on her face, she moistened her palm and said, “I’ll have to apply more when you’re only wearing underwear for the shoot later, but for now, I’ll stick to your current attire.”

Saying so, her hand unhesitatingly headed towards…

*Squelch!*

“Ouch! Uh! Ugh!”

It was directly on my sternum. No, to put it bluntly, she was freely massaging my chest.

“Wow! M-Member, what size is this… I-Is this a 75G? H?”

“S-stop… Eek! Not there!”

“N-No, how is it shaped like this…”

Like Columbus’s bold strides towards the American continent, her hand began to move not only to the exposed parts of my body but also to deeper, more intimate areas.

“P-please stop…!”

I barely managed to regain my fading composure and stop her before she reached the point of no return.

“Ah, I-I’m sorry. I got too excited. It’s not easy to see a size like this… I-I’m sorry.”

What’s going on? Why is she so interested in a man’s body like this? Could it be…?!

I quickly covered my chest with both hands and glared at her.

Realizing the intent of my gaze, she hurriedly raised her hands in defense, claiming that she wasn’t like that, and I was finally able to withdraw my suspicious gaze from her.

As she finished applying the oil, she reached out her hand to me again, but I pushed it away and decided to apply the remaining oil myself. She had committed a sin, so I didn’t say anything and just watched as I finished the task.

After an awkward moment passed, before stepping out of the dressing room, she apologized once again.

“Um, Member. I went too far with the joke, didn’t I? I’m sorry. I have a tendency to get distracted when I see people with good figures… Oh! I’m definitely not like that. It’s just purely academic curiosity… Anyway, I apologize once again. I’m sorry.”

Her rough touch was teasing, and I hesitated for a moment on whether to forgive her or not. But considering that I look much older than I actually am… well, maybe around 10 years older, I decided to just let it go.

“Phew… let’s not play such pranks next time, okay?”

“Yes, yes! Of course.”

She may see me as a fellow man, but in reality, it was nothing short of teasing for a young girl to mock a middle-aged man just because he was in good shape.

Of course, I didn’t say that out loud, so I quietly headed to the dressing room for the shoot.

“Oh, you’re here…?”

Yoon, who was busy setting up the camera, turned around to greet me but froze in place, his expression stiff.

“Wow…”

Naturally, his gaze was fixed on my chest.

“Um, Yoon?”

Similarly overwhelmed by my chest, Kwun Young-soo quickly regained his composure and urgently called out to Yoon, bringing her escaped soul back.

“Oh, right. Get a hold of yourself. If you’re ready, come over here and have a seat, okay?”

In the middle of the set, a stand-up chair was placed on the white chroma key. Following the photographer Yoon’s instructions, I sat on the chair.

Then, following her directions, I posed in various ways – lifting one leg and pulling it towards my chest, turning around and resting one knee while facing the camera, or simply sitting back slightly with my forehead in my hand and flipping my hair.

“Hmm… with your tall stature and good proportions, just sitting there creates a beautiful picture. Alright, let’s start shooting. Everyone, get ready!”

With her charismatic command, the shooting finally began.