episode_0046

CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.

Black hair flew, the treadmill belt clanking loudly.

Haeyeon began running on the treadmill, accompanied by a thumping sound.

Her black hair whipped around, her large breasts bouncing up and down.

Defined abs were visible beneath her slightly-lifted white t-shirt.

Beads of sweat began to form. Her clothes gradually became damp, and her black bra started to show through.

“Huu…”

After about an hour, Haeyeon stopped the treadmill and caught her breath. White puffs of air seemed to escape her lips.

Each deep breath caused her large breasts to rise and fall repeatedly.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a white towel draped over her shoulder.

“…Ugh…”

As she wiped her sweat and looked around, she saw Laila pressed against a metal bar. It seemed she had been doing bench presses with a 5kg weight plate on each side.

“Ugh…Ah, th-thank you…”

“How many did you do?”

“Uh…about 3…?”

“Do two more, then take a break. 5 reps make 1 set… 3 sets. How does that sound?”

“…Yes, good.”

Lifting the resistance bar that had been pressing against Laila’s chest, I spoke to her.

Standing behind Laila, I leaned down and reached out. I placed my hand under the resistance bar to catch it if she dropped it.

“Huuugh…!”

“Good. One.”

“Huuugh…”

“Two. Okay, let’s rest for a bit.”

Laila finished the first set with the final two reps. I wiped her sweat with a towel.

“Ah…thank you.”

“Are you rested?”

“Yeees.”

Laila grabbed the resistance bar again. Her thin arms tensed as she lifted the bar. The 30kg resistance bar moved slowly up and down.

Soft moans and the metallic sound of the bar blended together, filling the space.

After the second set, a total of 10 repetitions, Laila placed the resistance bar on the catch bar and let out a long breath.

“Haaaugh…”

Laila, her arms trembling, got off the bench and lay down on the mat. Her skin showed slightly through her sweat-soaked clothes.

While Laila rested, I decided to continue my workout. After removing the 5kg weight plates from the resistance bar, I added 25kg plates. I lay down on the bench and lifted the bar, and it began to bend.

I adjusted my posture and lifted the bar.

CLANG-!

A heavy metallic sound echoed, drawing everyone’s attention.

A weighty sound filled the gym. The eyes drawn to the source of the sound soon turned to shock and awe.

“Uh…?”

“Wow…”

“Crazy…what…?”

A shocking sight I’d never seen before. I began to question whether it was even possible for a human to do this.

A resistance bar with ten 25kg weight plates on each side. A total weight of 520kg floated in the air.

I wondered if I would even see something like this at a powerlifting competition. The weight of a small truck rose into the air and slowly descended.

The heavy bar wasn’t resting on the trapezius muscle or the floor. It was a simple bench press machine with a catch bar. Those around couldn’t take their eyes off the sight, but the person involved calmly lifted and lowered the bar repeatedly.

Muscles, beautifully sculpted as if carved, appeared—muscles that weren’t too large or small, but just right. There was visible separation in the thinner muscle fibres..

CLANG!

“Ah, isn’t it heavy…?”

“Nah. It’s perfect.”

“…Oh, really…”

I set the resistance bar on the catch bar to rest for a moment, and Laila approached, her eyes full of wonder.

She blinked, gazing alternately at me and the resistance bar.

After a brief rest, I lifted the resistance bar again.

CLANG-!

Laila let out an admiring gasp as she watched me effortlessly lift the weight of a small truck. From Laila’s perspective, who could barely lift 30kg, 520kg was unimaginable. And how amazing must I seem to her, easily lifting such a weight? From the viewpoint of someone as curious as she is, it’s only natural to be fascinated.

“Even Martin couldn’t do that…”

The name Martin slipped from Laila’s lips.

She must be referring to ‘Martin Crown,’ a fellow actor. A futanari actor who usually plays the ‘prince’ type in movies and dramas. Even for a futanari, he’s known for a clean sex life and good personality, making him a top star actor beloved by men and women alike.

“Haeyeon…is also a futanari, right? Are all futanaris…like that?”

“Like what?”

“Th-that…are they all as strong as Haeyeon?”

Laila asked with curious expression.

Her expression clearly showed it was simple curiosity.

“No. Absolutely not.”

Are all futanaris as strong as me? No. That’s impossible.

I’ll emphasize this again; there’s an insurmountable wall between alphas and betas.

Just as men and women cannot defeat futanaris, no matter how hard a beta tries, they cannot surpass an alpha. It’s an invisible status and a defeat-instinct ingrained in their genes.

Alphas reign supreme, and the rest merely flaunt their meaningless status under those alphas.

“I’m special.”

“…I, see…?”

Laila had a slightly dubious expression.

She probably didn’t expect me to be so blunt.

I grabbed the resistance bar again and lifted it, and Laila’s gaze shifted once more—to my clearly visible abs and the sculpted muscles that appeared and disappeared.

“…Ugh.”

Laila’s fingertips touched me gingerly, then retreated. Her eyes widened, and I heard her swallow.

“…So firm…”

“Want to touch it?”

“E-uh…N-no…?”!

Laila blushed and quickly turned her head.

Unable to keep her hands still, she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fists, trying to look away.

THUNK-!

I placed the resistance bar on the catch bar and returned the plates to their place.

I lightly rotated my shoulders and wiped my sweat with a towel.

I felt a gaze constantly glancing my way. I slightly turned my head and saw Laila staring intently at my lower body.

She swallowed, fidgeting with her fingers while looking at my thighs. My penis was partially erect due to the blood flow from the exercise.

The outline of my penis was visible through my rather tight clothing. There were furtive glances before, but none had become so blatant as Laila’s.

“Um… would it be alright for a moment?”

“..Huh? Sure.”

“Th-then, over here…”

Just as I was pondering what to do with Laila, a brown-haired woman cautiously approached. Her face looked flushed, and her legs were intertwined. I knew what she wanted, yet my libido was high, so I casually followed her.

I felt Laila’s gaze burning into my back.

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Huff- huff- huff-

I watched Haeyeon walk away, catching my breath heavily.

‘I, I hope she didn’t see…?’

My saliva kept overflowing, much like when delicious food was in front of me.

It was a sensation of something deep within me boiling over.

“…Wh-what the…huu…”

Laila.

Laila Roan. She’s an actress. A famous one, in fact, so famous that people say her body is worth her price tag. However, she certainly had an unknown period and times when she took whatever roles she could get.

Naturally, for a pretty though not yet famous actress, the roles often involved bad scenes. Although nothing ever made it to the final broadcast, she’d seen many men’s genitals.

She knew that a large body didn’t necessarily mean a large penis, and a small body could hold a surprisingly large one. With Martin, a close futanari actor friend, as a reference… she was somewhat used to seeing penises.

“…But…there’s something called decency, right…?”

But the glimpse of Haeyeon’s member had been beyond her imagination.

Even if it appeared to be flaccid, it seemed comparable in size to her slender arm. From what she had seen briefly, it was certainly larger than Martin’s.

It was the moment the top spot in her secret ‘penis ranking’ changed.

She sat on the bench where Haeyeon had been, trying to gauge the size of Haeyeon’s penis.

“…Would it go… this far?”

She touched her stomach above her navel, trying to imagine the size. Her hand moved higher and higher, eventually reaching her sternum.

“…It can’t be that big… right. Martin…wasn’t this big either…”

As she estimated its size, her heart beat faster. She felt as if she had done something bad. A sense of guilt? No…it was slightly different.

“…If I were to be penetrated by something like that… huuugh…”

Her face reddened, her chest throbbing rapidly. The pounding of her heart wouldn’t subside.

“Uuugh…I’m… I’m so sorry…”

She felt terribly apologetic for having such thoughts about Haeyeon, with whom she’d just begun to become friendly. But contrary to that feeling, various fantasies began to unfold in her mind.

Laila’s face reddened like a child experiencing first love.

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Genki Nahito was the manager and trainer at Golden Gym.

She’d worked there for five years, easily rising to her current position—where her work was light and her salary high—thanks to her connections with the Golden Gym CEO.

With her beauty, cheerful personality, and vast network, she had nothing to envy in life. Yet, she couldn’t understand the current situation.

Obscene sounds emanated from a disused locker room in a corner of the gym. The sounds were so vulgar, they could be mistaken for animal cries if not listened carefully.

Cautiously opening the locker room door, she saw the futanari she’d seen earlier having sex with a junior trainer.

Initially, she thought it was rape. Futanaris were known for their high libido, often resulting in rape cases. But…it didn’t seem like rape; the junior trainer’s expression was too blissful.

Violent, primal…sex lacking any semblance of love. She unconsciously began to masturbate, drawn in by the primal pleasure it provided.

Leering from the slightly opened door, she threw off her pants and inserted her fingers into her vagina.

The junior trainer being used as an onaholes, suspended in the air, penetrated by the futanari’s penis without any compassion. Genki masturbated whilst observing their coupling.

“….Ah.”

BANG!

Perhaps she’d leaned too heavily against the slightly ajar door; it swung open, throwing her into the locker room.

“…Ha.”

“….S-se-senior…?”

The futanari looked down at her.

“Interesting.”

The eyes of a predator.

“I’ve been wondering when I’d get to eat you. You came right to me?”

The gaze of a superior, a dominatrix, looked down upon her.

“What are you doing? Take your clothes off.”

“…Ye, yes…”