Transformation [2]

After an hour of rigorous workout, when Siddharth stood in front of the mirror and saw his reflection, he was stunned.

"It... worked!" He exclaimed, feeling a cocktail of emotions. He was excited, relieved and... emotional.

In the reflection, he could see he had completely transformed. There wasn't an ounce of unhealthy fat left on his body. His pot belly, his sagging chest and plump cheeks were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a flat stomach, a muscled chest and a chiselled face with a clear jawline.

If you ignored the fact that he was a bit too much sweaty, wore an old, oversized t-shirt, and joggers that made him look like a homeless person and most important of all, the layer of black, sticky and smelly substance that covered his sweat drenched clothes and exposed arms, neck, face and even his hair, he would look... well, you can't ignore it because he looked just too horrible. It was as though he had crawled out of a gutter.

"Ack! Such disgusting stench!" He covered his nose and wrinkled his brows. Thanks to the knowledge he got from reading all those novels, he knew this black, slimy stuff must be the impurities.

Glancing around to see no one was looking, he rushed toward the men's washrooms. His luck was on his side because the washroom was empty. 

Quickly, he took off his clothes and dumped them into the trash bin before walking over to stand under a shower and started cleaning the filth off his body.

It took him over 20 minutes to clean himself. First, he scrubbed his body a few times to get rid of all the slimy filth, and then used the aromatic soap a few times to get rid of the stench.

Drying himself with a clean towel available in the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror, fascinated. Currently, not only he had a fit body with defined muscles, he also looked handsome and younger, too.

'It seems the latest reward worked really well, huh?' He thought, tracing his jawline. 'I should be able to score an easy 8 on the scale of attractiveness, shouldn't I?'

After appreciating his improved self for a while, he snapped out of it and muttered, "Those 'impurities' have ruined my clothes. What should I wear now?" 

He looked around to see if there were any spare clothes lying around, but there was none. 

'Should I try calling the gym service?' He wondered, glancing at the gym service number plastered on the wall.

'I hope they can help.' Sighing, he walked over to the trash bin, gingerly pulled out his joggers, and took out his phone from the pocket. Thankfully, it wasn't covered in too much filth. After cleaning it, he dialled the number.

Tring! Tring!

The bell rang for a moment before someone picked the call.

[Hello, Mr. Siddharth. How may I help you?] 

A woman's voice was heard and Siddharth realised it was the beautiful receptionist, Divya.

Siddharth wasn't surprised she knew it was him calling since his information was already on their data, including his phone number.

"Hello, miss Divya. I was wondering if you could bring a t-shirt and pants. Mine... are no longer usable." He asked, feeling a little awkward.

[Eh? Of course, sir. Please wait a minute.] Divya sounded surprised at his request but quickly agreed and cut the call.

"Hm, I didn't tell her where I was," He muttered, then shrugged. "Since I need clothes, it shouldn't be difficult for her to guess where I am."

Like she said, just a minute later, Divya's voice sounded from outside the bathroom.

"Um, hello, Mr. Siddharth. You here?"

Thinking that she wouldn't be comfortable entering men's bathroom, Siddharth walked to the entrance, peeked his head out and saw her standing there, just a meter away from him with a packed cloth package with the 'Night Gym' printed on it.

When she saw him, her eyes shone, and he heard her think:

[Oh? Who is this handsome?! How come I've never seen him?]

A pleased smile appeared on Siddharth's face when he heard this. He then sized her up. Previously, he hadn't paid much attention to her because he was insecure about himself. But right now, things were different, and he was brimming with confidence.

She was in her receptionist dress—a white shirt and pencil skirt that tightly hugged her slim figure. She was 150 CM tall, over 30 CM shorter than him, and had a light brown skin tone, brown eyes, vibrant complexion and waist length black hair tied into a ponytail. 

Her cheeks were so adorable that you want would want to kiss, caress and pinch them while her pink lips were tempting enough to drive any man crazy with the desire to kiss them. She had a very slim, huggable waist and C cup breasts, thick hips and long legs.

All in all, she was an object of desire.

Just then, a system panel popped up in front of him and when he read its contents, he almost stumbled and fell.

[After observing the host until now, the system understands that the host is a pervert.]

[Development path will be adjusted.]

'Fuck you! Who are you calling a pervert? Wasn't it you who gave me a mission to seduce Shweta?' Siddharth cried injustice in his heart.

Noticing him staring at her in a daze, Divya felt awkward and said, "H-Hello, sir. Can you call Mr. Siddharth? He must be inside."

Her voice brought him back to his senses. 

He felt nervous, not knowing how to explain he was Siddharth. 

Then he mentally shrugged and smiled at her. "Nice joke, Divya. I know I lost some weight, but you don't need to pretend to not recognise me to make me feel better."

Saying this, he exposed the rest of his body to her, leaned forward, bringing his face in front of hers and grinned, "If you really want to make me feel better, how about you go to dinner with me?"

"Ah... what?!" Divya got flustered, her eyes widened, and her face turned red. She then took a hasty step backward.

Then, realising she might come off as rude, she stopped, took a breath to calm down and said, "I'm sorry, sir. But I don't know you. I'm sure I never saw you before. Maybe you joined the gym when it wasn't my shift."

"You really don't remember?" Siddharth acted surprised and then pointed at the package in her hands. "I joined the gym an hour ago, and I just called you to ask me to bring those clothes."

Divya frowned, thinking the man was weird. She clearly didn't... 

Suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise because she noticed his deep black eyes were the same as Mr. Siddharth she met a while ago.

"Y-You are really Mr. Siddharth? How is this possible?"

Siddharth grinned. "I just lost some weight." He then took a step forward, leaned his head down so he was face to face her once again, and asked, "Why? Do I look completely different and more handsome?"

"Yeah. You do." Divya unconsciously nodded, looking into his eyes. When she realised what she said, she blushed and quickly stuffed the package in his hands. 

"Here. Take these. I-I'm going."

Finish saying this, she gave a glance at his exposed body, blushed again and ran away like a frightened rabbit.

Siddharth watched her hips sway as she disappeared and unconsciously licked his lips, a grin appearing on his face.

"Isn't she cute?"

Just then, a voice sounded from the side, bringing him to his senses. When he looked over, he saw a well built and tall man walking toward him with narrowed eyes and an angry face.

"Hm?" Siddharth raised his brows in surprise when he saw him, but it wasn't because he seemed angry but because of the words floating above his head.

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*Also, the character reference pictures for Siddharth and Divya (and others) are in the auxiliary chapter.