Weightlifting Kdrama Novels & Stories

(BJ Sunny) “Is it?…let me try them…..hold on…it really is, it’s a fake weight everyone~..look!!..”. (BJ Kyung) BJ Kyung although she shows a very sexualize way to lifts the weight, she had actually proven that the weight is fake, as she only lifted them up easily with her right hand, despite at the weight plate the weight were shown 100 KG and there is actually 2 plates on the bar. Her actions has exposed BJ Max, who’s been boasting about himself by stating that he was strong and also his entire body were natural. Right at that moment, the entire comment sections were filled with curses, sarcasm and laughter from the viewers.

Nadia's face looks like a drunken person. "Absolutely.. maybe Kim joongkok is lost to his muscle !" She whispered with a dreamy face. Beth wanted to reply to that misleading comment. Because Logan's muscles aren't as big as Kim Joong Kook's what she said. His muscles are only bigger in the abdomen, chest, and thighs, his arm muscles are not too big, nor are his calf muscles. He often exercises his stomach, chest, and thighs because to support their bed activities, so that they are strong and last long, so he could satisfy his wives. Uh... What the hell! Why am I being Perverted?!

I pointed at the ends. She listened to me intently, moving a few 20lb weights onto each peg. I cocked an eyebrow. No way could lift that much; the bar itself was 45lbs, and another 65 on top made my disbelief in her abilities worse. I’m glad I said nothing, however. Because I would have eaten those words. She squatted, grabbed it in the exact spots I told her to, and lifted the weight with ease. The shock that wrote itself on her face matched the bewilderment I felt in my chest, and she dropped the weight with a resounding crash.

Everything is built for real strength, real punishment, not show. But what truly amazes me are the women using all this equipment. Girls who look smaller than me, more delicate, are lifting weights that should be impossible for their size. A petite blonde who can't weigh more than a hundred and ten pounds is deadlifting what looks like twice her body weight, her form perfect, not even breathing hard. Sweat beads on her forehead, but her expression is one of fierce concentration, not strain. Another woman, this one with intricate tattoos covering her arms in what looks like Celtic knotwork, works a wooden training dummy with moves I've only seen in martial arts movies.

JESSICA Liam lifted me again, carrying my dripping body back to the bed like I weighed nothing. My skin was still damp from the bath, tiny goosebumps blooming everywhere, but his body — his arms, his chest, his breath was warm. He laid me down gently, his gaze locked on me like I was the only thing in the world he saw. That stare of his — dark, steady, possessive — made my pulse pound so hard I could feel it between my legs.

“This is for tonight only. A promise of what’s to come. The permanent one will be heavier, more fitting for my boy.” “Lady…” His voice cracked with emotion. I fastened it around his throat, buckling it securely. The sight of it against his skin sent a thrill through me. I stepped back, admiring him, then closed the distance again. Without warning, I slid one arm under his knees and the other behind his back, lifting him effortlessly. He was heavy with muscle, but I had trained for this strength. Years of discipline and control had made my body capable of carrying what was mine.

None of the guys used the gym this early. I found her at the barbells, with wrapped hands and chalked palms, her sweat making her sports bra stick to her skin. Controlled pulls. Warm-up reps. Waking her muscles as if she had made a habit of fighting herself into calm. She dead-lifted like she was dragging the past off her back and refusing to drop it gently. I stood there watching her. God, she is so fucking sexy. Built like a goddess. My cock was starting to get hard.

How awesome is that? Turning right, I head out of the kitchen, and along a grey corridor. Music and sexy groans echo out of a room to the right, so I follow the sounds to see what is going on. Turning the corner, it turns out to be a gym. The steel machinery of different contraptions all seem to point to the middle of the room where none other then Alex is lifting weights probably the equivalent to the weight of six of me. Damn. Where's the popcorn? I could sit back and enjoy this show. His muscles flex and stretch with each little movement, causing me to drawl, and the baggy tank he is wearing is so drenched in sweat that it is practically see through, sticking to his skin. How I would love

:No need to be insulting. Rhychard leaned down, slid a hand under the woman's back and one under her knees, and then lifted. Her lack of any real weight surprised him. The bumps of her spine dug into his forearm, and her legs were chopsticks. He held her so that her head rested on his chest and started the walk back to his condo, her weight almost negligible. Tryna said she'd meet them there and then poofed out of sight with her musical accompaniment. Kree stood and followed him, padding silently beside him.

I whispered Zetta both agreed, and she nodded. We started running, I'm not very athletic, also Zetta was. We ran at the last row while gossiping about the Korean Drama couple who had broken up. This is our distraction! Instead of thinking about being hot, tired, and embarrassed to be watched by many students and other school residents because we ran around an open field. "I ship Nam Joo Hyuk the most, I didn't know his face was like that... ugh," I said and she giggled. The others already had two rounds, we were still half the round.