You Look Like a Man, Member – 5

It wasn’t an empty compliment. Boss Inho, with his neatly cut shaggy hair, really did look great.

Was it because we were at opposite ends of the salon, so I couldn’t see the process?

I couldn’t help but be surprised when I saw Boss Inho in front of the counter.

For a moment, I even wondered if it was really Boss Inho.

Just like a woman’s transformation, a man’s transformation is quite impressive too.

On the other hand, I don’t know if mine turned out well. Boss Inho says it suits me…

But it feels like a polite compliment. The designers at the salon seem prettier, so I’m a little embarrassed.

We took the elevator down to the basement, and now we’re driving back to the center.

Boss’s car looked quite nice from the outside, and when I asked the name, it was one I’d heard before.

Even I, who doesn’t know much about cars, knew it was definitely an expensive one.

But why is Boss being so nice to me?

Like the Boss’s employee said last time, is he really interested in me?

I keep thinking about this lately.

While working out, and when I’m lying down trying to sleep, I think about Boss Inho more than three times a day.

Well, he’s helped me a lot in many ways, so it’s only natural that I think about him.

“…Garam.”

Huh?

“Garam.”

While I was lost in thought, it seems Boss called me.

The streets on a Sunday afternoon are packed with people out for a stroll.

Even Boss’s expensive car was no exception, inching forward like a turtle.

“Huh? What is it?”

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

Boss asked, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers.

Boss Inho’s face is facing forward. He’s still a bit puffy, but not as unpleasantly bumpy as when I first saw him.

It’s the result of losing a lot of swelling through diet and exercise.

“I was thinking about what workout to do on Monday.”

If he loses a little more weight, he might look even better…

I answer Boss’s question, thinking about this and that.

Boss flinched at my words and chuckled.

“Would you like to see this?”

When the light turned red and the car stopped again, Boss handed me his phone.

“What’s this?”

My playlist?

It’s a YouTube personal playlist with four videos.

“Take a look.”

Following Boss’s words, I play one of the videos.

The first video.

[Kya-ho! Welcome to PepeTV, gays!]

A man with bizarre makeup shouts.

“Huh?”

[Today’s content! Drinking 10 bottles of 1.5L cola without stopping!]

Like inserting a water bottle into a water purifier, he sticks a cola bottle into his mouth and starts drinking.

In the middle, it regurgitated from his stomach and spewed out of his mouth, but he managed to drink all the cola while suffering, and as proof, he burped incessantly.

“Boss? What on earth is this…?”

Is this the internet broadcasting Boss is talking about?

Am I supposed to do a broadcast of eating 10 packs of chicken breast?

“Watch the next one.”

The second video.

[Oppa, today’s Momo-chan has prepared a cute bunny dance~]

A petite woman with a lisp. She’s wearing bunny pajamas and doing a cute dance.

I turned it off immediately.

Cute doesn’t suit me.

The third video.

[Okay, today we’re going to do exercises to lose belly fat. So, first of all, the supplement we’re selling…]

What is this scam video?

“Have you seen them all?”

After watching a few internet broadcasting videos like that, my head becomes more complicated.

What kind of broadcast are we supposed to do?

I’m a bit confused.

“Um… what kind of broadcast should I do? Among these videos, it’s either dancing or exercise broadcasts. “

Am I supposed to strip? But I only have a lot of muscle, my breasts aren’t that big, and I can’t do sexy dances either?

“We’re going to do a broadcast that’s not on there.”

Boss said smoothly, making a right turn.

“What does that mean?”

“To be exact, it’s somewhere between an exercise video and a Broadcasting Jockeys broadcast, shall we say?”

The light changes again, and the car stops.

Boss looks at me with a serious face.

“I don’t think Garam has much of a sense of humor.”

That’s true. Making people laugh is really hard.

“Then what about exercise tips?”

“The efficiency isn’t that good compared to the effort. I was thinking about it as content for later, but it’s a bit weak as a topic to create a buzz right now. Exercise broadcasts are already a red ocean.”

To be exact, YouTube is saturated. Boss adds.

The light turns green again, and Boss drives the car while reciting the internet broadcasting – Oceania TV? – and YouTube trends he’s grasped.

Did he study somewhere? Boss looks cool, talking without hesitation.

“So, we need to extract video material from Garam’s daily routine. Without putting much effort into editing. To the extent that the broadcast content can be uploaded directly to YouTube.”

“Is that possible? I don’t know much about this, but don’t you have to add subtitles and stuff?”

“No, the broadcast content we’re going to do is ‘Lonely Iron Pumping’ content.”

“Lonely Iron Pumping?”

Iron pumping is originally lonely, isn’t it?

“Garam, you work out before and after the center opens, right?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll turn on the broadcast then.”

“Huh? And then?”

“That’s all. Whether they chat or donate, you don’t react, just do your workout according to your routine. The camera angle needs to be set up in advance, though.”

“Uh…? Will people come if I do that?”

I ask, not understanding, and Boss scratches his head and avoids my gaze.

“It’s a bit much to say this, but you need to put on at least basic makeup when you broadcast.”

“Why makeup?”

“Because a broadcast of a woman working out is more popular than a broadcast of a man working out, and a broadcast of a pretty woman working out is more popular than a broadcast of a woman working out.”

Ah… I see.

But… am I pretty?

“Am I pretty?”

Then Boss avoided my gaze as if he was even more embarrassed.

“Um… you’re attractive.”

That feels a bit bad.

“You’re saying I’m not pretty.”

“Ah… this is hard to explain… sigh… that’s right. To be honest, Garam isn’t as pretty as Broadcasting Jockeys. There’s also the difference in lighting and makeup.”

I know that to some extent, but hearing it directly from Boss makes me feel bad.

“Ah, don’t make that face. I don’t mean you’re ugly. Anyway, Garam, you’re attractive enough. But I don’t mean you’re as pretty as a celebrity.”

Seeing my gloomy expression, Boss continues quickly.

“We’re going to push the concept of sexy healthiness.”

Let’s talk more about the details when we get to the center. Boss said.

-Vroom

The traffic jam cleared, and the car started moving again.

When we were not far from the center, I asked Boss what I was curious about.

“Boss.”

“Hey, that jerk should put on his blinker before cutting in… yes?”

“But we need to decide on a broadcast ID, right?”

“That’s right? Do you have anything you want to do? I haven’t thought about that yet.”

“How about ‘Garam’s Workout Broadcast’?”

“Rejected.”

Hmph. That’s too much.