Chapter 143: Seo Ji Woo in Seoul, Part 2

Seo Ji-woo often thought:

‘It’s okay that I’m flat-chested.’

She rationalized that Hayoon’s ample bosom compensated for her own lack thereof.

This demonstrated her trust in and reliance on Hayoon, but it also betrayed her insecurity.

Despite their close friendship, her breasts remained a source of anxiety. However…

“Whoa… holy…”

Seo Ji-woo gaped at Jo A-yeong, who emerged in a form-fitting workout shirt.

Were those even real? While Hayoon’s figure occasionally triggered feelings of inadequacy, the sheer scale of Jo A-yeong’s I-cup bust was overwhelming.

“Ahaha… it’s embarrassing when you stare…”

“No, but, wow…”

Seo Ji-woo’s only previous encounter with Jo A-yeong had been during the briefing, where a baggy hoodie had concealed her figure.

“What are you staring at?”

“Woooow…”

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

Speechless, she could only stammer in astonishment.

“Amazing, right? Honestly, I still can’t believe it.”

“Miss Moon! Don’t say that.”

“But seriously, it’s amazing. I still can’t get used to it.”

“Ugh…”

Moon Gyu-seon joined the conversation, adding to the praise for Jo A-yeong’s impressive bust.

Jo A-yeong sighed, but seemed to tolerate the teasing from Moon Gyu-seon, with whom she had grown friendly.

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

It was time for their routine. Hayoon and Jo A-yeong stepped onto the treadmills, and Seo Ji-woo took the one next to Hayoon.

“Okay, 8 kph today. We’ll take it easy since we have a beginner. But we’ll make up for it with time, so hang in there.”

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

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

Their individual challenges began.

“Huff… puff…”

Even with her large chest, Jo A-yeong, a seasoned gym-goer, could manage 8 kph.

“Hmm…”

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

“Haam…”

Seo Ji-woo was unfazed.

“Wow, you’re a natural.”

“This is barely a warm-up…”

Perhaps her island upbringing, with its limited entertainment, had given her a different level of stamina compared to the city-bred Hayoon and Jo A-yeong.

“Miss Moon, I think I can go faster.”

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

“Okay.”

“Uwaaaah!”

“…”

They increased the speed. Hayoon effortlessly maintained the pace, while Jo A-yeong shrieked and struggled, unable to sustain 10 kph for even a minute.

“Ugh, still can’t do it…”

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

“Okay, take a break. Sorry.”

Jo A-yeong gave up. Hayoon glanced at Seo Ji-woo.

“Huff… puff…”

Perhaps due to reduced wind resistance, Seo Ji-woo easily completed the sprint, then slowed back down to recover.

Despite being a gym newbie, she had natural athleticism.

“You’re a good runner.”

“It’s nothing.”

Seo Ji-woo, her ego boosted by Hayoon’s compliment, grinned.

‘Who needs big breasts?’

She knew her smaller chest was an advantage in running.

‘I like myself this way!’

Hayoon’s praise had bolstered her self-esteem, lessening her insecurity.

She felt invincible, like she could finally look at other women without envy.

But then…

“Huff… puff… I’m tired… haa…”

“…”

After the treadmill session, Hayoon leaned forward, hands on the console, catching her breath.

The sight of her breasts, heaving beneath her shirt, had an unexpected effect on Seo Ji-woo.

“Hayoon…”

“Yeah?”

“Never mind…”

Her confidence evaporated, replaced by a familiar wave of insecurity.

‘Big breasts are better…’

Seo Ji-woo touched her own chest, self-consciously, and stepped off the treadmill, pouting.

A simple run wouldn’t erase her complex.

She felt dejected, especially surrounded by two well-endowed women.

‘This sucks…’

Overcoming her insecurity would take time.

Seo Ji-woo adapted to the gym quickly.

She was a natural athlete.

While Hayoon and Jo A-yeong struggled with different aspects of training, Seo Ji-woo excelled at everything.

“You’re Ji-woo, right?”

“Yes.”

“Have you… considered competing? You have a great physique. Being short is a disadvantage, but the judges like smaller chests, so…”

“Are you mocking me?”

“Uh, n-no! Sorry…”

Moon Gyu-seon had even suggested a competition, but quickly retracted the offer after receiving a death glare.

The atmosphere turned icy, but…

“Aww, Ji-woo, don’t be angry.”

“Who’s angry?”

“You’re scary.”

“I’m not angry… Stop it…”

Hayoon hugged Seo Ji-woo from behind, her breasts pressing against her back.

Seo Ji-woo giggled, flustered.

Perhaps due to her streaming experience, Hayoon excelled at diffusing tense situations.

“S-sorry. I overreacted.”

“No, it’s okay. I have a bad habit of saying insensitive things about small chests… oh,…”

Seo Ji-woo, her mood lifting, apologized.

But Moon Gyu-seon, oblivious, made another gaffe.

Hayoon, still clinging to Seo Ji-woo, refrained from speaking, but glared daggers at Moon Gyu-seon.

It seemed like it would take a while for Seo Ji-woo and Moon Gyu-seon to become friends.

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

“Shower? Here?”

“Of course. Miss Moon has a great shower room. Plenty of hot water.”

Hayoon’s soothing tone mollified Seo Ji-woo, who smiled at her. However…

“Huff, haa… Good work today, Unnie.”

“It feels good to sweat. I even increased my bench press weight.”

“That’s the point of working out, right?”

“Ah…”

As Hayoon and Jo A-yeong headed for the showers, Seo Ji-woo’s insecurity resurfaced.

‘Their breasts are so huge.’

E-cup and I-cup.

‘Their hips and butts are amazing too.’

Both had incredible figures.

‘Why don’t I have any of that?’

Being constantly reminded of her perceived shortcomings was taking a toll.

“What are you doing, Ji-woo? Hurry up. Not this again.”

“Huh?”

“Seriously, do I have to bathe you?”

“N-no, it’s okay…”

“Ugh, whatever. Your fault for making me wait.”

“H-Hayoon…”

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

The care and physical intimacy banished Seo Ji-woo’s negative thoughts, replaced by flustered embarrassment.

“Don’t touch my breasts!”

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

“That’s the same thing!”

“Hush.”

“Hmph…”

However, it felt like Hayoon’s influence on Seo Ji-woo’s life was steadily increasing.