Chapter 129: I Cup Women and E Cup Women, Part 2

As soon as they entered the women-only gym, a hush fell over the room.

Upbeat music was playing, but Hayoon sensed a distinct silence.

The women who had been chatting excitedly quieted down.

The reason was obvious: Hayoon and Jo A-yeong.

‘They have figures that make people feel inferior. What can I do?’

Hayoon felt a sense of superiority, noticing the envious glances.

This was why she chose a women-only gym.

Regular gyms meant enduring the leering gazes of men, but the envy in a women-only gym stemmed from pure inferiority.

Breasts, waist, hips, butt.

Hayoon, with her flawless figure, and Jo A-yeong, whose body was in the top 1% worldwide, were weapons of mass discouragement.

It was natural for other women to feel jealous, and Hayoon reveled in it, boosting her self-esteem.

‘I can’t wait for AGC at the end of the year. I’ll take lots of cosplay pictures.’

Her favorite part of cosplaying was the self-esteem boost.

The admiring gazes were intoxicating.

She had joined the gym for a similar reason, and she was satisfied.

It made her look forward to the upcoming AGC even more.

“Is the manager here?”

She peeked inside the counter area, looking for the gym manager to start their consultation.

“Yes, I’m coming… Whoa…”

The manager, rushing out of her office, gasped and covered her mouth.

Having experienced something similar at the dance academy, Hayoon wasn’t offended.

“Could you come into my office?”

“Sure, let’s go, Unnie.”

“Okay.”

They entered the manager’s office.

“Oh…”

The office walls were covered in pictures.

Pictures of the manager winning various bodybuilding and fitness competitions. Most of them featured her in a sports bra and panties, her skin tanned with some kind of lotion.

It seemed the manager was quite accomplished in this field…

“You… you came at the right time.”

As if reading Hayoon’s mind, the manager grabbed her hand and led her to a chair.

“You really did.”

“Yes…”

Then, she did the same for Jo A-yeong.

After seating them, the manager introduced herself.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Moon Gyu-seon, the manager of this gym.”

“Hello, I’m Min Hayoon.”

“Jo A-yeong.”

Hayoon wasn’t sure if this was the standard procedure for gym introductions, but she nodded along. The manager seemed enthusiastic, and despite looking young, she appeared to be in her late thirties.

Both Hayoon and Jo A-yeong decided to be polite.

“Who was it that called for a consultation?”

“Me.”

“Right, you said you and your friend were coming, and that you were concerned about others’ gazes because of your large breasts, so you were looking for a women-only gym.”

“Yes…”

“We have many clients like you.”

“Really?”

Moon Gyu-seon started the consultation in a friendly manner, like a cheerful high school teacher.

Of course…

“Most of them are all bark and no bite. So many women think their padded bras or implants are real…”

The content of her conversation wasn’t as friendly.

Gym trainers and managers were often said to be bullies…

Moon Gyu-seon, though not a full-blown bully, had that vibe.

“But you two are different. I can tell they’re natural.”

“Ahaha…”

“They’re natural, right? Haha…”

She wouldn’t have said such things to strangers otherwise.

She started with formalities, but quickly dropped them.

Hayoon and Jo A-yeong nodded, hiding their discomfort, and Moon Gyu-seon continued excitedly.

“I can’t stand women who wear padded bras to the gym or complain about their implants being uncomfortable. But I empathize with you two. It must be tough.”

Moon Gyu-seon’s own chest was far from large, but she claimed to empathize.

“It’s hard to work out when your breasts are large, right? It feels like your body is constantly being controlled by them.”

“Well…”

“I tried dancing recently, and I couldn’t control my breasts…”

“That’s because your core and shoulder strength are lacking. If you have strong support from above and below, your breasts won’t be as much of a problem, even if they jiggle.”

However, their skepticism only grew.

To Hayoon and Jo A-yeong, Moon Gyu-seon’s chest looked…

Small.

At best, a C or B cup. It was hard to take her empathy seriously when they were an E and an I cup.

“How do I know this? Because I’ve been through it. When I was in my twenties, people criticized me for showing off my body and flaunting my large breasts in competitions… so I got a reduction surgery out of frustration…”

As they listened to her lament, they realized that she might have been criticized for her large breasts during her bodybuilding days.

She eventually got a reduction surgery…

“But times have changed, right? Women with big breasts should be able to work out and do whatever they want. Don’t you think? I’ll take care of you two.”

They finally understood why she was being so honest.

However…

“Let’s sign up for three months of PT and see how it goes.”

There was a purpose behind her storytelling.

She had built rapport by sharing her experience, and now it was time for her sales pitch.

And Hayoon and Jo A-yeong…

“Okay, can we start working out right after we pay?”

“Yes, give me your card, I’ll process it.”

They knew they needed to work out.

Even though the conclusion of her long story was a sales pitch, they couldn’t back out.

They handed over their cards and started working out under Moon Gyu-seon’s guidance.

***

“Let’s start with running. You can maintain 6 km/h, right? Let’s run for ten minutes.”

Moon Gyu-seon’s personal training.

The first routine was the treadmill.

“So, to start…”

Hayoon, unfamiliar with treadmills, fumbled with the controls and pressed the start button, then the “6” button.

Immediately…

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

The speed increased rapidly, reaching 6 km/h.

“This is… okay…”

It wasn’t bad.

6 km/h was within the range of a brisk walk.

However…

“Huff… puff…”

Jo A-yeong started struggling after just three minutes.

“It’s okay, A-yeong. It might feel a bit… bouncy, but focus on your breathing, and you’ll get used to it. You can definitely run for ten minutes.”

Moon Gyu-seon stood next to Jo A-yeong, encouraging her.

However…

‘Is this even running speed?’

Hayoon had a fundamental question.

6 km/h.

Her calves were slightly sore, but it didn’t feel like running.

Hayoon thought she could manage ten minutes at this pace without much difficulty…

“I can’t… please… stop…”

“No! You can do it! Trust me! You won’t die from running for ten minutes!”

Groans came from beside her.

Jo A-yeong, with her large breasts, seemed to be experiencing much more fatigue than Hayoon, but with the instructor yelling encouragements next to her, she reluctantly continued.

“Ugh…”

As the treadmill stopped after ten minutes, she collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.

However…

“Now, let’s try some dumbbells. Let’s go to the dumbbell rack so I can check your strength.”

Moon Gyu-seon’s routine had just begun.

“Please… stop…”

Not just Jo A-yeong…

“Unnie, it’s not that bad. Let’s keep going. We paid for this, right?”

Even Hayoon, who had initially felt confident, was exhausted.

The hellish routine…

Had just begun.