Chapter 143: Seo Ji Woo in Seoul, Part 2

Seo Ji-woo had always thought:

‘It’s okay that I’m flat-chested.’

She reasoned that what she lacked in bust size, Hayoon made up for.

This demonstrated her trust and reliance on Hayoon, but it also highlighted her deep-seated insecurity about her chest.

No matter how close they were, her breasts remained a long-standing complex.

However…

“Whoa… holy…”

Seo Ji-woo was stunned by Jo A-yeong, who wore a form-fitting t-shirt for the workout.

Were those even human breasts? While Hayoon’s figure occasionally triggered feelings of inadequacy, Jo A-yeong’s I-cup bust was on another level, evoking both awe and shock.

“Ahaha… It’s embarrassing when you stare like that…”

“No, but, wow…”

Seo Ji-woo had only seen Jo A-yeong once before, during the briefing, where she had worn a baggy hoodie, concealing her figure.

“What’s with the staring?”

“Woooow…”

Jo A-yeong’s chest made even Hayoon’s, which Seo Ji-woo had previously considered ample, seem small.

She could only gape in amazement.

“Amazing, right? Honestly, I’m still amazed myself.”

“Miss Moon, don’t say that. What about my chest?”

“No, but seriously, it’s amazing. I still can’t get used to it.”

“Ugh, honestly…”

Moon Gyu-seon joined in, praising Jo A-yeong’s impressive bust.

Jo A-yeong sighed at her teasing, but such banter seemed permissible between them, having become friendly during their workouts.

“Okay, let’s start the workout. As always, we begin with running! Running time!”

It was time for their routine.

Hayoon and Jo A-yeong stepped onto treadmills, and Seo Ji-woo naturally took the one next to Hayoon.

“Okay, 8 kilometers per hour today. Since we have a beginner, we’ll take it easy on the speed. But we’ll make up for it with time, so hang in there.”

Following Moon Gyu-seon’s instructions, they gradually increased the speed to 8 kph.

“Okay, 10 minutes. We’ll check in after 10 minutes of running.”

Their battle against themselves began.

“Huff, puff…”

Despite her large chest, Jo A-yeong, now over 100 days into her fitness journey, could handle 8 kph.

“Hmm…”

Hayoon, as always, excelled at running. She glanced at Jo A-yeong, checking her pace, then turned to Seo Ji-woo.

“Haam…”

Seo Ji-woo was unfazed.

“Wow, you’re a good runner.”

“Honestly, this isn’t even running…”

Perhaps due to her island upbringing, with its limited entertainment options, she possessed a different mindset from the “soft” city dwellers, Hayoon and Jo A-yeong.

“Miss Moon, I think I can go a bit faster.”

“Really? Then let’s try a 1-minute sprint at 10 kph.”

“Okay.”

“Uwaaaah!”

“…”

They increased the speed.

Hayoon kept up effortlessly, while Jo A-yeong shrieked and pushed herself, struggling to maintain 10 kph for even a minute.

It was beyond her current capabilities.

“Ugh, still can’t do it…”

“It hurts! At this speed, my chest bounces uncontrollably. It just… I can’t control it…”

“Okay, take a break. I’m sorry.”

Jo A-yeong gave up.

Hayoon watched her walk away and glanced at the other treadmill.

“Huff, puff…”

Perhaps due to her physique offering less wind resistance, Seo Ji-woo easily completed the 1-minute sprint at 10 kph.

She then reduced the speed back to 8 kph to recover.

Despite being new to the gym, she had a natural aptitude for exercise.

“You’re a good runner.”

“This much is nothing.”

Seo Ji-woo, her pride boosted by Hayoon’s praise, grinned.

‘So what if I’m flat-chested?’

She knew her smaller chest contributed to her running prowess.

‘I like myself this way!’

Perhaps it was Hayoon’s compliment, but her insecurity about her chest lessened, boosting her self-esteem.

She felt like she could finally look at other women’s chests without feeling envious.

However…

“Huff, puff… I’m tired. Haa…”

“…”

After completing the treadmill warm-up, Hayoon leaned forward, hands on the console, her back arched and chest heaving with each breath.

The sight of her bouncing breasts, even through her sports bra and t-shirt, had a profound effect on Seo Ji-woo.

“Hayoon.”

“Yeah?”

“Never mind…”

Seo Ji-woo’s newfound confidence crumbled, and a wave of insecurity washed over her.

‘Big breasts are better…’

She touched her own chest, clad in a sports bra under her t-shirt, pouted, and stepped off the treadmill.

A complex wouldn’t be a complex if it could be resolved with a bit of running.

She was just feeling down, especially surrounded by two women with exceptionally large breasts.

‘So annoying…’

It seemed like it would take a while for her complex to fully disappear.

Seo Ji-woo adapted to the gym remarkably well.

She was a natural athlete.

When they first started, Hayoon struggled with anaerobic exercises, and Jo A-yeong struggled with aerobic exercises, but Seo Ji-woo excelled at both.

“You’re Ji-woo, right?”

“Yes.”

“Have you… considered competing? You have a great physique. You’re a bit short, but the judges love it when smaller-chested women pose, so…”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Uh, n-no! Sorry…”

Moon Gyu-seon had even considered inviting Seo Ji-woo to compete, but quickly backtracked after receiving a death glare.

The atmosphere grew tense, but…

“Aww, Ji-woo, don’t be mad.”

“W-who’s mad?”

“You’re scary.”

“I’m not mad… stop it…”

Hayoon hugged Seo Ji-woo from behind, her breasts pressing against Seo Ji-woo’s back. Seo Ji-woo giggled, flustered.

Perhaps it was her streaming experience, but Hayoon was exceptionally skilled at sensing and diffusing tense situations.

“I-I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

“No, it’s okay. I have a bad habit of commenting on smaller chests… oh,
…”

Seo Ji-woo, feeling better, apologized, but Moon Gyu-seon, oblivious, made another insensitive remark.

However…

“Let’s shower and go home for dinner, Ji-woo.”

“Shower? Here?”

“Of course, here. Miss Moon has a nice, spacious shower room. Plenty of hot water.”

Hayoon’s soothing tone, like one used with a child, calmed Seo Ji-woo, who smiled at her.

But…

“Huff, haa… good work today, Unnie.”

“It feels good to sweat. I even increased my bench press by 2 kilos. Feels good.”

“That’s why we work out. For the sense of accomplishment.”

“Ah…”

Watching Hayoon and Jo A-yeong enter the shower room, Seo Ji-woo’s insecurity returned.

‘Their breasts are so huge.’

E-cup on one side, I-cup on the other.

‘Their hips and butts are amazing too.’

Both of them had incredible figures.

‘Why don’t I have any of that?’

Being constantly confronted with her insecurities, embodied by the two women around her, took its toll on Seo Ji-woo’s mental state.

But…

“What are you doing, Ji-woo? Come on. Not again.”

“Huh?”

“Seriously, do I have to bathe you too?”

“N-no, it’s o-okay…”

“Ugh, whatever. It’s your fault for making me wait.”

“H-Hayoon…”

Hayoon, sensing Seo Ji-woo’s insecurity, lathered her body wash and began washing Seo Ji-woo.

The physical intimacy and care dispelled Seo Ji-woo’s negative thoughts, replacing them with embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t touch my breasts!”

“I’m not touching them, I’m washing you.”

“That’s touching!”

“Hush.”

“Hmph…”

However, it felt like Hayoon’s presence in Seo Ji-woo’s life was growing larger by the day.