“One, two, three, four.”
“…One, two, three, four.”
The stretching itself wasn’t much different from what I knew.
I mean, just because this world only has women doesn’t mean their body structures are completely different.
But still.
“Miro, focus when you’re stretching.”
Jiggle—.
“…Yes.”
The problem was that Eugene’s body was so overwhelming…violent that it kept stealing my gaze.
When she stretched her body out, her large chest bounced—how the hell was I supposed to not look…
“Alright. Let’s move on to the next exercise.”
“There’s more!?”
I had barely made it through what I thought were basic stretches, just starting to catch my breath, but Eugene wasn’t stopping.
She was coming right at me.
“Miro, you have to stretch properly. You came here to work out, and you don’t want to get hurt, right?”
“…That’s an absolutely valid point.”
In the end, I had no choice but to move on to the next stage with Eugene—partner stretching, where we had to touch each other’s bodies to help loosen up.
Press, press.
Eugene’s hands were pressing down on my back as I lay face down.
Under the pressure of her firm strength, my body was being pushed so far that my hands were nearly touching my feet.
“Miro, you’re really flexible. Did you train for this?”
“Ah, no…”
Actually, I’m not flexible at all.
This really fucking hurts.
I wanted to be honest, but another factor was keeping my mouth shut.
Press, press.
Every time Eugene applied pressure, her chest pressed against my back.
Her thin shirt barely concealed the soft sensation, sending my brain into a whirl.
It had already been over a decade since I was reborn as a woman, but my mind was still tangled with memories of my past life as a man.
That made the impact even worse.
Sure, this world was more touchy-feely on average, but I had been a loner.
I never experienced that kind of physical contact, and even Seoyoon only hugged me—she wasn’t overly clingy or anything.
So.
This was the first time I had ever felt the direct sensation of another woman’s bare chest.
Other than my own, of course.
“Alright. That’s enough for now.”
“…Heh.”
By the time Eugene finally let go, I was so sore I could barely move.
Still…
It was a moment worth enduring.
“Now, it’s your turn to press down on me.”
“Oh, got it…”
Gulp—.
The way she sat with her back turned toward me was so damn seductive that I swallowed instinctively.
…Get it together, Han Miro.
Eugene is helping me out with pure intentions.
If I start having dirty thoughts, what the hell does that make me?
I really should have…handled things last night after parting ways with Seoyoon.
But we ended up texting all night, and I missed my chance…
Press—.
“Mm…”
…Huh?
Press, press—.
“Ugh… mm…”
“Eugene… are you okay? Does it hurt?”
“Ah, no… it’s fine. Keep going.”
“…Yes.”
Every time I pressed down, Eugene let out a sensual moan.
Watching her from behind as she covered her mouth with one hand, her body trembling slightly, I could feel the suppressed lust inside me slowly creeping out.
Why the hell was this woman so damn erotic?
She looked so strong, her actions were confident and cool—so why was she acting so damn cute?
“…Haah!”
It hadn’t even been two real minutes since I started pressing on her back, but it felt like an eternity.
Press—.
Her body was even more flexible than mine when I was being stretched earlier.
She easily folded until her torso touched the floor.
And when her body pressed against the ground like that, her soft, large breasts spread out to the sides, putting on a seductive display right in front of me.
I bet they’d feel ridiculously soft if I pressed them…
Just one squeeze.
Clench.
I was doing my best to suppress my dirty thoughts as I applied pressure, but my mind was gradually getting drowned in pink fantasies, clouding my judgment.
Biting my tongue was barely keeping me in check, but I was reaching my limit.
“Haah… Alright, let’s stop stretching here.”
Just as I was about to lose control, Eugene lifted herself up, giving me a much-needed escape.
“Miro, let’s start with light exercises today. You’re still young, and your muscles aren’t fully developed yet, so it’s best to build a solid foundation first.”
“Foundation…? Like sit-ups and push-ups?”
“Yeah. You practice at home too, right? If you keep this up for another month or two, you’ll be ready for the next level in no time.”
A bad feeling crept up my spine.
“Proper sit-ups require the right form. Come on, move your body a little more—big movements.”
Why was I never wrong about these things?
“I can do it on my own…”
“Your form is still off. And your movements are way too stiff. Miro, are you nervous? You can relax.”
“…Y-yeah.”
Eugene kindly offered to help by holding my feet down.
That, however, was precisely what was ruining my workout.
Her large, soft breasts were pressing against my knees, their warmth and plushness sinking into me.
At the same time, her sweet scent filled my nose, making my head spin.
My body continued to go through the motions of the sit-ups out of sheer habit, but my mind was completely overrun with thoughts of Eugene’s chest.
When I opened my eyes, I was met with her focused, beautiful face staring at me intently—and those same soft breasts, squished against my knees, their shape slightly deformed by the pressure.
Closing my eyes only made it worse.
Her scent, her warmth, and the sensation became even more vivid.
I was trapped with no escape, my sanity crumbling with every repetition.
‘This… this is torture…’
“Just thirty more, and then we’ll take a break. You’re almost there, keep it up.”
Unlike her usual charismatic tone, her voice was now gentle and encouraging, melting me from the inside out.
So, seeing another side of someone you admired could be this damn exhilarating…
“Good job, Miro! You really worked hard.”
“Haa… Haa…”
By the time I finished, I was so exhausted I could barely move a finger.
Not because the workout was physically demanding—no, this was mental exhaustion from an entirely different kind of struggle.
If this kind of training continued, I wouldn’t be strengthening my body—I’d be training my willpower.
At this rate, if I kept this up for just a week, I’d be able to resist any woman, no matter how seductive she was.
“Here, drink this.”
As I lay sprawled on the floor, panting, Eugene handed me a thermos.
Carefully opening the lid, I took a whiff.
A faint scent of peaches drifted up to my nose.
“It’s a drink that helps after exercising. Drink it all in one go.”
…This thing is glowing slightly.
Is it really safe to drink?
I’ve never seen a drink shine like this before.
“Uh, can I ask what’s in it?”
“Hm? Nothing special. Just broccoli, protein powder, chicken breast, and various supplements.”
Various supplements…
That part bothers me, but it should be fine, right?
If Eugene had any bad intentions toward me, I’d already be stripped and pinned beneath her by now.
Gulp, gulp.
“…It’s good.”
“Right?”
Surprisingly, the drink went down smoothly and tasted nice.
It was almost eerie how this faintly glowing pink liquid could have such a pleasant flavor.
“Alright, break time’s over. Next, let’s try some dumbbell curls. We’re focusing on upper body training today.”
“Wait, break time is already over…? Aside from drinking this, I didn’t even get to rest.”
“You came all the way here, so let’s push just a little more. Come on, follow me.”
Eugene grabbed my hand and pulled me up, her smile radiating excitement.
She really seemed to love working out—she even lit up when I first asked her to teach me.
“Miro, let’s do two more sets like this. If you start struggling, I’ll cheer you on.”
“Haa… Haa…!”
This is hell.
After starting with dumbbell curls, I had been dragged through various exercises for over two hours.
My body had already reached its limit, crying out for mercy, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
If I truly couldn’t do it anymore, I’d have just given up, but that damn mystery drink kept replenishing my energy.
What kind of insane effects does this thing have?
“Raise your arms a little higher. Like this.”
Soft.
“Ah…!”
What was torturing me even more than the physical exhaustion was the psychological torment.
Every time Eugene assisted me with an exercise, she would inevitably make physical contact, wearing down my self-control bit by bit.
If she were doing this on purpose, I could at least tell her to stop.
But with how earnestly she was teaching me, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, how the hell was I supposed to complain?
‘Tired… Happy… Tired… Happy…’
Five hours into this cycle of alternating torment and bliss.
“Alright! That’s enough. Any more, and you’ll risk muscle damage.”
At last, I heard the words I had been waiting for.
My workout clothes were drenched in sweat, clinging tightly to my body, but I was too drained to even care.
Does Eugene train at this intensity every day…?
“Miro, you did great today. Here, have another drink.”
“Thank you!”
Gulp, gulp—.
I need to learn how to make this drink.
If I had it at home, I could recover quickly after training.
“So, how was it today? Did you enjoy it?”
Eugene sat down next to me, handing me a towel.
Her scent was even stronger now, probably because of the sweat, and having her so close was making my heart pound wildly.
“It… was fine…”
I managed to force out a reply, but my heartbeat was out of control, heat rushing through my entire body.
Why am I this worked up?
Sure, I’m weak to physical contact, but I’ve never reacted this badly before, even around other women…
…Is it because the situation itself is turning me on?
Ah, no.
My thoughts are shifting back to how they were when I was a guy.
“I’m glad. Then next week, let’s try something a little more intense.”
“…What?”
Before I could stop myself, I turned to stare at Eugene.
I barely survived today, and she’s saying there’s an even harder course?!
“Hm? What’s wrong, Miro?”
“N-nothing! I’ll be looking forward to next week!”
…No, I won’t run away.
The harder it is, the stronger I’ll get.
Training with Eugene is at least a hundred times more effective than working out alone.
Next time, I’ll just make sure to relieve myself beforehand. Yeah.
“Good! That’s the spirit.”
“Hehehe…”
Rustle, pat.
The moment Eugene patted my head, a deep sense of satisfaction spread through my whole body.
If I can get head pats like this every time I finish a workout, I think I can endure it.
“Alright, let’s go take a bath. Follow me.”
“Ah.”
…Looks like my trial isn’t over yet.