Chapter 128: I Cup Women and E Cup Women, Part 1

Jo A-yeong was serious.

The Vtuber profession was appealing to her.

Having graduated from a commercial high school, she majored in accounting and joined a small, “family-like” company as an accountant.

Ah, correction.

Not a family-like company, but…

‘A company. I’ll never work at a place like that again.’

In contrast, BGG Company was…

A truly family-like company.

They covered her travel expenses to the 3D scanning studio and the dance academy. They bought her coffee whenever they met.

They paid for her vocal lessons, recording fees, and post-production costs.

‘I’m staying here forever.’

Jo A-yeong was fond of Hayoon.

Though Hayoon was young and faced limitations in business activities, she was an excellent businesswoman, aside from her age.

‘So, building a rapport with the CEO is essential.’

She was 24, relatively young, but older than Hayoon.

Hayoon, though bewildered by Jo A-yeong’s request to join her at the dance academy out of shyness, eventually agreed. That acceptance was part of Jo A-yeong’s plan.

Attending the same dance academy would give them more time together, allowing her to get closer to Hayoon, not just as her boss, but as a person.

A personal connection would give her leverage during contract renewals.

Everything was going according to plan.

She would build a rapport with Hayoon at the dance academy and use that connection to become a key figure in BGG Company.

It was a perfect plan.

“Now, try moving your body to the beat.”

“I’ll go first.”

Considerate of Hayoon’s shyness, Jo A-yeong confidently stepped forward.

It was time to assert her seniority.

Though she had never danced before, it was better to start confidently and make a good impression.

–Music starts.

The intro of a popular girl group song played from the laptop’s speakers.

She didn’t know the choreography, but what was dancing anyway?

Moving her hands, arms, and feet to the music, right?

‘Here I go…!’

Jo A-yeong took a wide stance and stepped forward.

Then, with one arm outstretched, she spun around twice.

A spin like in figure skating or ballet.

The spin generated centrifugal force, which had the greatest impact on her ample bosom.

“Ugh…”

A faint groan escaped her lips from the first move.

It was tiring.

Incredibly tiring.

Jo A-yeong was the type of person who would never run for a bus even if it was approaching her stop, enduring and waiting patiently due to others’ gazes.

Even on a flat indoor surface, this vigorous spinning motion was exhausting.

‘Next…’

She brought her outstretched arms towards her center, pointing at her reflection in the mirror, and slowly stepped backward.

She was randomly imitating dance moves she had seen on music shows.

And next…

‘I don’t know!’

Too tired to think, she simply jumped and spun around.

Her only dance references were idol dances and Olympic figure skating.

‘Ugh…’

The spinning made her dizzy, and her breasts jiggled uncontrollably.

Then…

Thud.

She collapsed onto the floor…

She felt like she looked incredibly awkward, so she kept her head down, her hair a mess.

“Ah…”

“Ah…”

Two short sighs echoed from above.

“Haa… that was… tiring… but I did well, right?”

Embarrassed by the sighs, Jo A-yeong tried to act tough.

However…

“Unnie.”

“Yes?”

“You danced for one minute and twelve seconds.”

“Huh…?”

Her attempt at bravado crumbled before Hayoon’s blunt statement.

“There’s nothing to evaluate…”

“Ah…”

“We need to work on your stamina…”

“I guess so…”

Hayoon’s small act of kindness was not criticizing her for collapsing after clumsily jiggling her breasts for a minute.

***

However, Hayoon wasn’t in a position to criticize Jo A-yeong.

She was also the type to sit at her desk all day, so her stamina was abysmal.

“Ugh…”

With the added debuff of her E-cup breasts, she collapsed after just over two minutes.

“I’m tired… Instructor…”

How did idols manage to perform concerts for hours?

She was grateful to be a virtual illustrator, not a virtual idol.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m dying…”

Jo A-yeong gently patted Hayoon’s head, realizing the gravity of the situation.

This wasn’t about learning how to dance.

Their stamina was the problem.

It was questionable whether they could even dance properly.

“Hmm… this is serious…”

Even the director, who saw them as potential cash cows, was concerned.

“Dancing requires a lot of stamina. If you’re already exhausted after a few simple turns and upper body movements…”

It was almost embarrassing to offer dance lessons in this state. How could she teach them if they collapsed after a few moves?

One had to learn to walk before running, and stand before walking.

But these two couldn’t even crawl, let alone stand.

“Honestly, you should consider personal training at a gym…”

The director had no choice but to say this.

She would be too frustrated to teach them if their stamina was this bad.

In the end…

“Unnie…”

“Yes?”

“I think we should… go to a gym first…”

Cough. Cough.

Hayoon, coughing as if she was hyperventilating after just two minutes of dancing, declared their retreat.

She had planned to pay monthly to prevent the academy from taking it easy on them, but that plan was too arrogant.

An accountant from a company and an illustrator who had worked from home for years.

They shouldn’t have worried about the quality of the lessons; they should have worried about whether they had the stamina to even learn.

It was only natural for Hayoon to give up.

“Then, please visit us again.”

“Okay…”

“Goodbye…?”

The two women, with nothing but their breasts to offer, left the academy dejectedly, like defeated soldiers.

However…

“I’ll find a gym quickly.”

“Yes, please find a good one that we can go to together.”

Their battle wasn’t over yet.

***

A few days later.

Hayoon waited for Jo A-yeong in front of a gym in Dongdaemun.

Her outfit was rather daring.

Black leggings that emphasized her ample butt, a white tank top, and a t-shirt over it.

She would be working out in just the tank top and leggings, a stark contrast to her all-black outfit at the dance academy.

“Hi.”

“Welcome, Unnie.”

Jo A-yeong wore white leggings with black stripes, a matching white tank top, and a black t-shirt over it.

It was a surprisingly revealing outfit for a gym visit. They usually dressed conservatively for workouts.

However…

“Is this it?”

“Yes.”

Today was different.

If it had been a regular gym, they would have bundled up and gone during off-peak hours to avoid being seen.

But…

“I never thought I’d go to a gym…”

“This is BGG Company’s employee benefit. And it’s a women-only gym, so we don’t have to worry about men.”

“You considered me?”

“Honestly, I don’t like the grunting sounds and stares from men at the gym…”

“Hehe, me neither.”

They were going to a women-only gym.

They could work out in their daring outfits without worrying about men.

However…

“Ugh…”

“Argh…”

“I’m dying…”

“I don’t want to run anymore…”

The groans of the two low-stamina women…

Were an inevitable outcome.