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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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The next morning.
After showering, we got dressed, grabbing the clothes we had carelessly thrown off.
“So, noona, your Trictor nickname is ‘Jungmi’?”
“Yeah, didn’t you know?”
I had no idea.
I had been convinced that Mina noona was Backside.
“…I just asked to make sure. You made your nickname similar to your name.”
She took the first two syllables of her name, Jung Mina, to make her nickname. It was natural for her to think I had figured out her identity.
“Is it a bit obvious? I was too lazy to come up with a nickname, so I did that, but I’m thinking of changing it.”
There were legitimate reasons why I was so sure Mina noona was Backside.
First, her body type.
Her relatively small breasts and large hips felt similar to Backside’s.
Of course, her breasts were a bit bigger than they appeared in the photos, and her hips seemed somewhat smaller… but those things could be distorted to some extent in the process of taking pictures. And these days, what woman posts unedited original photos? I naturally assumed there was some photoshopping involved with her butt.
The second reason was that noona said the exact same thing as Backside.
Hey, is your nickname Kang-Cheol because your name is Kang Cheol-jin? Or are you a Fullmetal Alchemist fanatic?
This was the message Backside sent.
‘Is your nickname Kang-Cheol because your name is Kang Cheol-jin? Or because you like Fullmetal Alchemist?’
This was what Mina noona said.
With such similar remarks, it was only natural to think Mina noona was Backside, right? I was half convinced at this point.
The third reason was that noona brought up “Trictor” first. Already half convinced, and then she brought up Trictor, so what more was there to consider? The conversation flowed naturally, with her mentioning how my language was rough on Trictor and how she had sent me strange pictures.
And finally, the mole on her butt. That was the moment I became completely convinced.
‘But she’s not Backside? This is ridiculous.’
The similar question was just a coincidence.
The slight difference between the photos and her actual body type was because they were different people.
The conversation about Trictor flowed naturally not because she was Backside, but because she was one of the many perverts who sent me lewd pictures.
“Then I’ll get going.”
“Yeah, you too. That, that was really nice.”
Perhaps because she was satisfied with last night, noona’s face was slightly flushed. This was another rewarding feeling as a man. It boosted my self-esteem.
After parting with noona, I scratched my head as I walked home. So, I hadn’t slept with Backside after all.
Was sleeping with Mina noona instead of Backside a problem? Not really.
‘It doesn’t really matter.’
However, I became even more curious about Backside’s now even more mysterious identity.
(Photo)
Side dish for morning fap lol
Who are you?
I chuckled, looking at the picture of Backside’s butt she sent me first thing in the morning.
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A large butt moved up and down in front of my eyes.
Hips curved like a jar.
Firm, toned glutes unlike other women’s.
Just by looking, I could clearly tell how elastic her butt must be.
Clang!
“Huu! How was it? Did you get a good look?”
The owner of the remarkable butt asked, wiping away sweat.
“Cheol-jin?”
“Ah, yes! I think I get it!”
Actually, I had no idea, but I nodded anyway. I couldn’t say I was lost in thought staring at her butt, could I?
‘Could Seora noona be Backside?’
I was currently at the gym.
I came to work out as promised yesterday. Today was the day I received personal training from Seora noona.
“Now, let’s try it yourself. Get in.”
“Yes.”
She had already demonstrated twice, so she would probably get mad if I asked her to show me again, right? For a timid person like me, even asking multiple questions required courage.
In the end, I stepped into the squat rack without fully understanding.
“Support it with your traps, not your bones. This is called a high bar.”
Thankfully, she continued to explain even as we started the practical exercise.
I followed her instructions and placed the center of the bar on my trapezius muscles.
“Placing it on the deltoids below the scapula is called a low bar, but don’t do that if you can help it. It’s bad for your back. Okay, grab the bar and lift.”
“Heave!”
It lifted easily since it was just the empty bar without any plates.
“That’s right. Slowly step back. Spread your legs, get into position, inhale, tighten your core, and when you’re ready, squat.”
“Heave!”
I went down smoothly.
“Stop. From there, be conscious of the strength in your glutes and thighs, and slowly come back up.”
I followed Seora noona’s instructions and felt the muscles engage. It definitely felt like my glutes were working as well as my thighs.
“Squeeze your glutes as you come up. Good job.”
“Is it okay?”
“Yeah. You’re doing well for a beginner.”
That was a relief. The movement felt so easy that I wondered if I was doing something wrong.
“But spread your legs a bit more and be mindful of your knees tracking outwards. Your toes and knees should be aligned. If they point too far in or out, you could get injured.”
“Ah, yes.”
I replied quickly.
“Now let’s try adding some weight. I’ll load it slowly, so don’t worry.”
“How much weight should we add?”
“Just rest; I’ll load it. We’ll start with 10kg on each side. That’s 40 kg including the bar.”
40kg is about A-reum’s weight, right? Okay, from now on, 40kg is 1 A-reum.
‘Wow…’
I watched noona’s back as she loaded the plates and admired her inwardly. I swear I wasn’t admiring her because of the form-fitting tank top and leggings. I was admiring Seora noona’s appearance as she focused on her work.
‘The atmosphere is completely different from yesterday.’
I always thought she was cool. I had lessons with her twice a week. Today was my fourth session.
But maybe because I saw her having fun yesterday, Seora noona seemed even cooler today. Was this a contrast effect?
They say women find men attractive when they’re focused, and from a man’s perspective, a woman seriously engaged in her work is also very attractive.
The reason Seora noona looked especially sexy today wasn’t just because of her defined abs visible under her tank top.
“Okay, 40kg squat!”
“Heave!”
That day, I eventually worked my way up to a 90kg squat.
“Let’s stop here for today.”
“Huu. How is my weight compared to others? Am I average?”
I asked as I caught my breath.
Seora noona chuckled.
“You’ll get hit if you say that anywhere else. Someone squatting 90kg after learning the form for the first time is a beast.”
“R, really?”
I was hoping I’d at least be close to average, but to be called a beast…
Seora noona looked at my thighs and continued.
“These days, many people avoid exercise, so even 60kg is considered average. And you… honestly, if you wore gear, I think you could lift over 100kg right now.”
“Oh, should we try it then?”
I was excited to be praised. Honestly, I still had some energy left.
But Seora noona firmly shook her head.
“You shouldn’t push yourself too hard from the beginning. Safety first, safety second, safety third.”
“Yes…”
“There’s no need to rush. It’s like this because you haven’t used these muscles, but once your neuromuscular system is activated, your weight will increase quickly.”
Having said that, Seora noona clapped her hands.
“So, before and after exercising?”
“Always stretch.”
“Correct. Let’s go to the stretching room. I’ll help you loosen up.”
The “Science Gym” I went to was the largest gym in the area. Thanks to that, not only did it have plenty of equipment, including power racks, but it also had a separate stretching room.
‘It’s expensive though.’
I had promised Seora noona that I would participate in an amateur competition and received a 50% discount on personal training fees. The original price wasn’t too burdensome for my finances, but I readily accepted the offer, thinking I would save some money.
‘I kind of regret it now.’
The problem was that I kept telling myself I needed to save money while living alone. Thinking about it now, I didn’t know what kind of confidence I had to accept the offer. Wearing only underwear and posing in front of people to show off my muscles, I wouldn’t have agreed even if they offered to do it for free in the past.
…But why didn’t it feel as burdensome as I thought it would now? Was it because I went on stage for the talent show during the MT?
‘Did I have an exhibitionist side to me?’
I think I liked to show off a long time ago. Even if it was only in elementary school.
The stretching room was empty.
Seora noona always emphasized stretching before and after exercise, but despite that, few people actually stretched. It made me question the room’s purpose.
“Sigh. No one’s here again today. Stretching is the most important part of finishing a workout.”
“Honestly, it’s a hassle. I would have skipped it if it weren’t for you, noona.”
“And then you’ll get injured and regret it later, which is only harmful to you. Safety first!”
“Safety second, safety third, right?”
I shrugged and replied, and noona nodded with satisfaction. I was practically being brainwashed with safety education.
If she emphasized it this much, the people who took lessons from Seora noona should be using the stretching room, so why was it always empty?
“They all only do it during my lessons. They seem to skip it when they work out alone. Some people do it occasionally, while looking around cautiously.”
“I see.”
“You can’t skip it, okay? We go to the same school, so you can’t run away. I’ll storm the club room.”
“Yes…”
Apparently, Seora noona visited the club room occasionally. She said it was partly because she was the former club president and partly because she felt bad for dragging Yoo Bam noona into it.
The mysterious power rack in the club room was also Seora noona’s doing. She said Yoo Bam noona bought it for her after she complained about needing to work out?
‘Just how rich is that noona?’
Was she really from some chaebol family?
“What are you thinking about, spacing out? Are you even following along?”
“Y, yes, I’m working hard.”
She’s incredibly perceptive.
I followed Seora noona’s movements reflected in the full-length mirror, stretching various muscles.
After finishing most of the stretches,
“Okay, now lie face down. I’ll give you a massage.”
“A massage… I noticed you don’t give them to other people.”
“It’s a special service for acquaintances. Don’t you want one? I learned sports massage.”
“No, it’s not that. I’m grateful.”
I was just curious because she didn’t offer them to others.
‘To be honest, it’s a time I look forward to.’
I discreetly adjusted my position so my penis wouldn’t be squashed and lay face down on the mat.
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