Giant Onsen Hotel Yu-Topia Chapter 6-2　Weightlifting in Kumagai Hajime

On the second basement floor is the Yutopia Fitness and Training Gym.

Steam in the training gym. The steam from the men got thicker the more they walked and the further they went. The only thing I could see was the muscular men groaning while all outlines were nothing but black shadows.

"Hmmm!　Hmmm!" "......nnnnn!

As I made my way towards the louder voices, the steam and smell became more and more intense.

The steam and smell became more and more intense.

Or rather, how could I forget?

The other day, when I went to the pool with Mr. Ohyama, he was showing off his body, exposing his crotch, and playing a ridiculous game to see who was bigger or tougher.

"Nuh-uh. ...... Huh!　Hmm?　What is it, is it you from some time ago?

I'm not sure what to make of it.
It's a good idea to take a look at the website and see if you can find anything that might help you.

(Oh ...... this is ......)
The sight left me speechless.

Mr. Kumagai grabbed a huge barbell firmly with both hands and raised it above his shoulders like a mass of muscles.

It was a little different from a deadlift. That size, that posture, this is not training. It's called weightlifting, or powerlifting.

His well-trained arms, strong shoulders, and legs as thick as stone pillars were trembling as if he was in the middle of a battle.

It was not an exaggeration, but it had the power of a character in a myth.

(But no, ....... Oh, I wonder if it's too late for him, too. ......)

Despite this posture, Ms. Kumagai had a huge meat stick protruding from her tight-fitting singlet.

A long, thick, magnificent rod was biting into the brightly colored fabric. Juices that were obviously not sweat were staining the tip as if to make the place stand out.

"Oh, you're training, too?　Hmph!　It's a good idea. ...... If you want to have a body like mine, you'd better keep working out.

The tone of the argument is that he is a bit of a hot and bothered gymnast father, but the erection in the singlet is still twitching while he is saying that.

Even though he is in such an extreme state, just by being proud of himself, his crotch is erect, preening, and about to ejaculate.

There was no doubt that Mr. Kumagai was in an abnormal state.

"Huh ...... Mmmmmmm!

Mr. Kumagai was snarling in his throat like a beast, his face muscles tensed as if he was angry about something.

He had a gentleman's haircut, a gentleman's beard trimmed, and yet he had the fierceness of a violent animal wearing a singlet.

"Mr. Kumagai, you don't look right. Even though this is not a hotel, it is a public place. I don't think it's appropriate for you to train with that ...... erection exposed.

I tried to identify the problems one by one, as if trying to improve my communication skills.

However, Mr. Kumagai was neither ashamed nor angry.

"You're a hard-headed bastard, didn't you ask the trainer or the person in charge here?　It's good for testosterone. I've heard that if you use your muscles while doing this ...... thing with a man, sucking a man, and working out while making a man look good, it will have a tremendous effect on the man inside me - my muscles, my dick, and so on.

As he spoke, Mr. Kumagai's face returned to a smile.

He seemed to have become very excited by the "masculinity" of his story. I could see the stain in the middle of the singlet dripping ...... in the shape of a rod.

This is the first time that I've ever seen such a thing.

I wonder if the original culprit is the hotel staff after all.

"Mr. Kumagai. Excuse me, but you've been deceived. All the other users of this hotel are also .......

"What's wrong with that? Look at the weight!　It's a new record!　It's a new record! I can hold this stupid big thing. I'm so full of energy, I feel so good, I'm not fooled!　No, I don't care if I'm being cheated, wow!

Mr. Kumagai shouted violently and raised the barbell high as he did so.

He muttered something like, "Another new record,......," and looked entranced and ecstatic.

As if in response to his joy, his crotch bounced once and a ...... streak of juice dripped from it.

A white stain appeared clearly on the wrestling singlet, emitting a fishy smell different from sweat.

His behavior was all kinds of crazy, but he was also a mess as a powerlifter.

I didn't know much about it, but there was no rack and no trainer present to assist him. It looked too dangerous.

For such a luxurious facility, the equipment was very uncoordinated. --It's as if the man who trains his muscles here is saying that there is no such thing as failure, anxiety, or limits.

"Whoo!　Mmm-hmm!　Mmm-hmm!　Nnnnngh!

Such a strange hypothesis is actually unfolding in front of my eyes.

The muscles that make the blood vessels come to life continue to lift the heavy barbell as if there is no pain.

It is possible that the users in this situation have their physical abilities and muscle strength raised to an abnormal state along with their rampant sexual desires.

"What, you're just looking at me? Or is that so? Well, you've got a ...... crush on me, haven't you?

Mr.Kumagai smiled even more proudly than before, and thrust out his crotch to rub against the Singlet.

"Heh, okay, I'll show you how it's done. You're going to want to see it. It's amazing. I'm going to finish.

Finish.

In this situation, that word could mean only one thing.

"Are you sure you're okay? I think it's dangerous.

"Don't be scared, asshole, you're a man!　Yes, man, man, man. If you're a man, you've fallen in love with me, and you're going to see me through to the end.

Mr. Kumagai did not stop.

He couldn't do anything about it, he could only watch and pray as he went wild. That was really the only way to rely on his 'man'.

"Now, for the count, what man can hold this much weight in his ...... guts?　Ohhhh .........Ten!

He opened his bearded mouth wide and started the countdown.

"Ninnnne! eeeeeeeight!　Sevennnnnnnnnn!　Siiiiiiiiix!

A long and deliberate count began, deviating greatly from the original rules of the competition.

Not only did the numbers advance. Every time the count went up by one, he lifted that heavy barbell as if he was training.

The impact was tormenting my arms, destroying my trapezius muscles, and putting a terrible strain on the soles of my feet. It must have been.

But still, Mr. Kumagai was smiling as he was drenched in sweat. The meat stick in her singlet was jiggling as if she was having a violent orgasm.

"Oh, five!　Oh!　Mmm-hmm!　 foooour!　Threeeeee......!　Ooh!　Oooohhhh, too much man!

The pleasure burns him.

Contrary to Kumagai-san's heroic upper body, his lower body started to turn like a soft pervert. It was the kind of movement a man would make when he was feeling too good.

A whirlpool formed around his cock. Each time the rod swung violently to the left and right in the narrow singlet, Ms. Kumagai let out a sensual cry.

I'm going to get it, I'm going to get it, I'm going to get it.　I'm going to get it, I'm going to get it, I'm going to get it, I'm going to get it, I'm going to get it!　Man oh man oh man oh man!

The meaning of the countdown flew away and vanished somewhere else.

At the same time, the endurance of Kumaya-san's cock was blown away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!　I'm getting it!　Up, up, up, up!　I can't lose, man!　Ohhhhhh!

It was different from any ejaculation I had ever had. It was different from the ejaculation that had been contained within the singlet. The semen came out of the singlet with a violent force.

His face contorted from the pleasure, his sweat popped, and he let out a tremendous, unintelligent ......, no, literal scream.

Her muscles moved the barbell up and down with even more intensity, obliterating any fears that she might become weak.

"Oh!　Ooohhh!　Oodoooooooooooooooooooo!

Every time he moved up and down, semen spurted out, like a pumping motion.

He continued to lift his ejaculate in a series of the same movements like a crazy statue. It went on until the floor was white and all the steam seemed to be coming from his semen.

'Ho-oh-oh ........., ho-oh-oh ...... ho-hiiiii ......... ....... I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.

When he had expelled all of his semen, Mr. Kumagai finally quieted down.

He was still holding the barbell up in the aftermath, as if after an intense sex session.

That monstrous strength, it's not uncommon after all.

The feeling of anxiety was gone.

I would probably be able to continue in this position for hours to come.

I knew this intuitively.

He would continue in that position for hours, and when the semen had built up again, he would start proving his "manhood".

Communication is impossible.

Unable to find any words to say to the distant, drooling Mr. Kumagai, I left the corner and rejoined the search for Mr. Ohyama.

My interactions with the two people I had met at the gym had not been in vain. There were a few things I learned from their remarks.

If he was still normal, he would have to ask ...... Ohyama-san for his opinion and help.

We need to release the people trapped in this hotel, as soon as possible. It's not just the mind. At this rate, his body will become more and more extreme, and he will become a ...... man.

Mr.Ohyama, I hope you're safe.

I wonder if he will be able to stay sane in this situation.

To be honest, I couldn't find the right balance between my hopes, fears, ...... and desires.

Before my mind could come to a conclusion, a strong odor wafted from the gym. This particular thick and stinky odor that was as strong as the other men's odor. The smell of feet. This strength that I could feel even when I held my nose.

As I continued in the direction of the thickening smell, I eventually saw a reflection of light. Probably a mirror.

--The black shadow standing there was definitely Mr.Ohyama himself.