episode_0004

I stared at the tightly closed shower room.

Splash!

The sound of water pouring down hit my ears.

My heart raced.

Thump thump.

Has a woman ever come to my house to shower?

No, never.

It was the first time a woman had come over, let alone showered.

“Phew, phew.”

Calm down.

Stay calm.

Just because she’s showering doesn’t mean everything is happening.

But why do I keep feeling nervous?

Splash!

Every time the sound of water entered my ears, my heart kept pounding.

“Phew, phew.”

Just imagining things made all the muscles in my body tense up.

And then.

“Ah!”

Feeling the pressure from below, I awkwardly adjusted my posture.

“I feel like I’m going to explode for real.”

Stay calm.

While silently singing the national anthem up to the third verse.

Creak.

The door opened.

Steam rose from the open door.

The woman came out still wet from the shower.

With a firm body, graceful curves, and water droplets clinging to her chest as she showered.

She looked at me with her hair wrapped in a towel.

“Excuse me, Trainer.”

“Yes?”

As I admired the woman’s perfect body, I stupidly asked, “Where is the hairdryer? I can’t seem to find it anywhere.”

“Oh, yes. Just a moment.”

I quickly took out the hairdryer from the drawer above the sink.

I tried not to look.

While looking for the hairdryer, my gaze wandered.

“Where did it go?”

Pretending not to see the hairdryer right in front of me, I looked at the woman’s naked body.

Her chest, which seemed like it could fit perfectly in one hand, kept tempting me with its natural beauty.

The well-toned muscles from regular exercise and the neatly trimmed pubic hair.

“Wow, she must take really good care of herself.”

I tried to hide my urge to sigh as I handed her the hairdryer.

“Here you go.”

“Oh, thank you.”

I looked at her body while handing her the hairdryer.

I had long forgotten about whether this was a hidden camera prank or not.

Wee-ee-ing!

The woman stood in front of the mirror in the living room, drying her hair with the hairdryer.

As if I wasn’t there.

No, as if it was natural for me to be there.

Every time she moved her hand to dry her hair, her chest swayed back and forth.

Oh, is this really an exercise?

That’s gravity at work.

Haha, it looks good.

Just watching made me smile.

I struggled to keep my mouth from curling up into a grin.

My head was spinning.

“Um, can I help you?”

I blurted out without realizing it.

Why did I say that?

I must have been captivated by those swaying breasts.

“Yes? What do you mean by help?”

“Uh, drying your hair.”

“Why would the trainer do that for you?”

“Well, that’s…”

Gulp.

“Um, it’s common sense for trainers at the gym to offer hair drying services.”

I said it.

I regretted it.

It was an absurd thing to say, even to myself.

To think that offering hair drying services was common sense.

Who would believe that?

The woman looked at me with a puzzled expression.

Am I going to get scolded?

I braced myself for a slap.

But then, the woman, who had been flicking her eyes, nodded.

“That’s right. I like it that way.”

“Uh…”

It’s fine.

I don’t know what just happened, but it’s fine.

My heart felt like it was going to burst.

My face turned red and it hurt.

Am I going to die of a heart attack at this rate?

I took the trembling hairdryer with my shaky hands.

I inserted my fingers into the still-damp hair and turned on the hairdryer.

Whoosh!

Every time my hand moved, the woman’s chest shook.

Something fluttered in my chest.

“Are you, are you okay?”

“Yes, you’re doing well.”

With her eyes closed, the woman felt my touch on her head.

As I dried her hair, I pressed down as if massaging her head.

“Hmm….”

A soft, low moan echoed in the living room.

No matter how sweet that voice was, I found myself holding my breath.

I applied more pressure with the massage.

Tap, tap, tap.

Before long, her hair was completely dry.

Every time I saw it dry, I felt a sense of regret.

“Thank you. Your service is excellent.”

After drying her hair, the woman headed to the changing room – originally intended for a game room.

That was the end of it.

“Phew, phew.”

I exhaled the breath I had been holding.

I was afraid of being labeled a pervert if my breathing became rough.

“Although that line was crossed a long time ago.”

I heard the sound of her getting dressed beyond the door.

And not long after.

The door opened.

When the woman first came to my house, she emerged into the living room in her attire.

As if wearing X-ray glasses, her naked body caught my eye.

“Today was good. Trainer. There was something a bit disappointing though.”

“Yes, well, goodbye.”

Thud.

The door closed.

“Wow, this is insane.”

The gym.

The woman who had come to my house clearly perceived it as a gym.

And she thought of me as a trainer, accepting my words without any resistance.

When I followed what I called common sense, I almost cheered.

“Haa, haa.”

I wiped my chest.

The scent of the woman’s shampoo lingered.

‘It smells good.’

I discreetly lifted my pants.

Due to my repeated erections and excitement, my underwear was damp with pre-cum.

“This is crazy.”

I regretted not being more aggressive.

‘If she comes again next time.’

I would be more daring.

At that moment.

[Gym – Trial period has ended.]

[Customer Satisfaction Survey.]

[Customer Name: Yoo Hana]

[Rating 1: Trainer was not professional.]

[Rating 2: Lack of equipment.]

[Rating 3: Liked the massage service. Feeling of stress relief?]

[Revisit Rate – 12%]

A revisit rate of 12%?

“I didn’t know this existed.”

Satisfaction.

Even if a customer comes with difficulty, if the satisfaction rate is low, they won’t visit again.

It seems like a system that even takes satisfaction into account.

Don’t even dream of a revisit.

Tsk.

“How can I know when I don’t know anything.”

The woman seemed to be working out diligently.

Meanwhile, I was a newbie who had just started working out today.

There was nothing I could teach her.

Perhaps this high-level woman came to our house for a trial.

My level was still 0.

That’s why.

“Let’s start with me first. This must be it.”

And.

[Basic Quest – A good meal makes a great body.]

[Insufficient basic nutrients. Mix protein, carbohydrates, and fats evenly for a good meal.]

[Required Calories – 2500 calories]

[Success Reward: Health Points (HP) 10]

The next quest appeared.

I wasn’t confident in eating.

***

It was a series of strange events.

[Gym Level: 0]

Why isn’t the status window appearing?

-Is this the gym?

A beautiful woman came looking for me and called me a trainer.

-It’s common sense to go from the dressing room to the shower room naked.

She walked around shamelessly naked.

-It’s common sense.

She followed my words without hesitation.

“Sigh….”

My head hurt from the sudden flood of situations.

“What’s going on.”

I wrote down each event I experienced yesterday, one by one.

“The gym has levels.”

“The gym’s program aims to develop me into a trainer.”

“There are HP points, which can be used to buy things and promote, for some reason, the women who come to my house think it’s a gym.”

“Whatever I say, they listen and follow – is it because it’s a trial version?”

In addition to that, I made notes of satisfaction and the quests I received one after another.

And there it was.

“What are cumulative points?”

[Jae-ho Choi]

[Novice Trainer]

[Cumulative Health Points (HP): 10]

Even if I spent the points I earned from quests, the cumulative points did not disappear.

“Is it like experience points?”

There were still many things I needed to learn.

So.

“I guess I have to finish this.”

I put the food I bought for the quest in my mouth.

[Quest completed.]

[Received 10 Health Points (HP).]

I managed to eat 2500 calories in just three meals.

Anyway, I got the points.

“Should I give it a try?”

Text promotion with a success rate of 20 percent.

I used 10 HP points to purchase text promotion.

[Proceeding with text promotion. Success rate 20%.]

[Sending a text to someone suitable for the gym level.]

[Loading…….]

[Failed.]

As expected, 20 percent is low.

I thought it would work.

Darn it.

***

“Jae-ho, can you handle this too?”

“Yes, I understand.”

The boss handed me a stack of greasy pans.

The greasy pans spilled onto the sink.

I vigorously scrubbed the pans.

“Scrub, scrub.”

I cleaned the pans much harder than usual.

Why am I putting in so much effort?

[You need to build stamina even in your work. People who are dedicated to their work can take care of their bodies.]

[Scrubbing Pans – 177/200]

[Success Reward: 10 Health Points (HP)]

It was because of the quest.

“This seems to be coming to an end too.”

I wiped the sweat off while looking at the clean pans.

It felt like I was exercising.

Work and exercise, killing two birds with one stone.

I felt twice as proud.

With the quest in sight, short-term goals were visible.

I felt a sense of accomplishment.

“Nice. This.”

I smiled as I scrubbed the pans.

“Phew, it seems like we’re finishing a bit early today?”

It was the last pan.

Normally, it would take a while after cleaning up the table of the last customer before I could clean the last pan.

But today, as soon as I finished cleaning the last customer’s table, it was over.

I scrubbed off all the grease stuck to the pan.

I even cleaned off the burnt seasoning.

“Phew.”

All done.

It was 10 minutes faster than usual.

“What, you’re already done?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Hey, Jae-ho, did your dishwashing skills improve?”

I scratched the back of my head at the boss’s words.

While doing so, I saw the quest completion window in front of me.

[Quest completed.]

[Received 10 Health Points (HP).]

The rewards are certain.

“You worked hard. I’ll take care of the rest, so take a break outside.”

“No, I’ll help out with the serving team.”

“Really? Thank you.”

I left alone.

The part-timers who were in charge of serving were still cleaning.

I grabbed the remaining mop and started cleaning the floor.

I felt more energetic than usual.

At that moment, I locked eyes with Mi-ju, who was wiping the tables.

“Jae-ho oppa.”

“Uh, yes?”

“Oppa, have you started working out?”