After some time, Jason took an afternoon shower, preparing to head to the nearest gym. When he reached for his clothes, a deep frown formed on his face, and he clenched his fists so tightly that he nearly drew blood. His eyes narrowed, and a low growl escaped his throat.
What he saw genuinely angered him. The original Jason owned nothing but a collection of sweatshirts and sweatpants in varying colours. He rummaged through the entire closet like a mad dog, hoping to find at least one distinctive outfit.
"Bloody hell! I give up, damn this bastard!" Jason shouted in fury, delivering a sharp kick to the closet.
To his shock, a loud crack spread across the wood, and it splintered apart.
His eyes widened, his mouth fell open, and he could only stare in disbelief at the raw strength he had just displayed. Suddenly, Marinette's voice drifted up from downstairs, laced with worry.
"Jason, is everything all right up there?"
Jason glanced at the door with a trembling expression, then quickly replied, his voice unsteady before he managed to compose himself.
"..Yes, Mum. Yeah, I just... umm... Oh, everything's perfectly fine!"
"Uh? All right then."
Marinette looked towards the stairs for a moment before turning her attention back to the television, easing her concern. She had not clearly heard what he said, but she was reassured that he was fine.
Meanwhile, Jason remained stunned by his strength. It was almost inhuman. Perhaps his increased stamina had also enhanced his physical power. A moment later, a slow grin formed on his face. This was, in fact, a rather promising development.
Of course, he knew he could not allow anyone to see the damage, so he would either have to come up with a convincing lie or find an excuse to cover it up and repair it. Or better still, he could simply redecorate his room. But everything had to be done step by step. He could not begin spending large sums so suddenly, even if he planned to attribute it to cryptocurrency or forex profits. There was a limit to every deceit, as not everyone would be foolish enough to believe such a tale.
He picked up his phone and checked the time. It was already nearing evening, and by six o'clock, the gym would close, so he needed to get there before then to register and start the following day. Although his current clothes were still wearable, he had wanted to change into something better until he met the disappointment.
Earlier that morning, he had not noticed the lack of variety because he had simply grabbed whatever his hand touched — the blue sweatpants and sweatshirt he was now wearing. After a moment of thought, Jason abandoned the idea of changing. Everything was practically the same anyway, differing only in colour.
He scowled, picked up his phone, and stepped out of his room.
'Fuck! It just keeps on annoying me.'
The reason Jason was so irritated by the situation was that, in his past life, he had been someone who adored fashion deeply. Yet, because of financial constraints and his reluctance to spend on such luxuries due to countless other pressing expenses, he had never been able to indulge in it. But now, everything was different. He could afford it all, and he was determined to change his wardrobe completely and fill it with the finest designer clothing, shedding his old title and embracing a life of luxury.
..Step by step. The more Milfs he fucks, the more wealth he gained. It was a simple rule, and fortunately, he was surrounded by pussies he needed to make it happen.
Before leaving home, Jason informed Marinette of where he was going, and she was rather surprised to hear that her son intended to join a gym. He had never done anything of the sort in his life. However, not wanting to discourage him, she kept her thoughts to herself and instead offered a few cheerful words of support.
'Perhaps he woke up with a new mindset. I'm surprised. Or did he actually hit his head when I heard that loud sound earlier? Anyway…' she thought, watching Jason step out through the front door.
At that moment, she noticed something different about him. He seemed somehow more alluring, his features sharper, his build more defined, and his overall presence unexpectedly striking. She blinked in mild disbelief before shrugging it off and returning her attention to the television, where the latest episode of the trending high school romance K-drama 'Flowers on the Moon' was playing.
It was the most popular release among romance enthusiasts, and though Jason also enjoyed K-dramas, he preferred high school action series that featured delinquent students, fierce fights, and skilful martial arts scenes. That was more his style. He would rather watch porn than romantic films, as each time he tried the latter, he only ended up feeling indirectly rejected by the world of love and relationships.
Though, that was all in the past. He now had a new world, a new body, and a beauty that everyone would want a piece of, and he intended to give them exactly that.
***
Jason strolled casually down the street towards the gym, unwilling to rush himself now that he was already on the road. Besides, there were still two hours left before the gym closed. During this leisurely walk, he came to realise with his own eyes just how much this town was dominated by women. Every car that passed was driven by a woman, and every passerby he saw was female. Many of them greeted him with warm smiles, and some even reached out to hold his hand in passing.
Jason was rather popular, being the only man in town, and that alone gave him a tremendous advantage beyond his looks. His eyes met countless curvaceous figures, so many mature women that he could hardly decide where to focus. It almost seemed as though this town was populated solely by Milfs.
Even with perverted thoughts, he purposefully touched the ass of one woman who wanted to hug him and thank him for his assistance a week ago. Of course, that was done by the original occupier of the body, not him. Nonetheless, he received the prize, and this woman had no idea Jason had fiddled with her ass a little during the hug, because he did not make it obvious by going overboard, but rather moderately.
"That was a nice ass on my hand. I wonder how it would taste on my dick." He murmured to himself, taking one final look at the ass beneath a tight office skirt before moving further. The Milf appeared to have just left work.
A few minutes later, Jason arrived at the gym with his hands tucked in his pockets. The building stood at the far end of the street, its wide glass windows gleaming beneath the afternoon light, and a clean blue sign above the entrance read IronFit Centre. Through the transparent panes, the neatly arranged rows of equipment could be seen, everything orderly and polished.
When he stepped inside, the atmosphere was still. The machines were untouched, the mirrors reflected an empty floor, and the overhead lights hummed faintly. Near the entrance stood the reception desk, but apart from that, there was no one else in sight.
He cast a brief glance around the room before speaking in a calm, almost uninterested tone:
"It looks empty. Am I too early, or is it just closed?"
"It's actually still open," a woman's voice replied from behind the counter. "Everyone's at the town plaza. There's an event going on right now, so no one's training this afternoon."
Jason turned towards her. She walked out from behind the counter, holding a clipboard in one hand. She appeared to be in her late twenties, tall and elegantly proportioned, her physique a harmonious blend of strength and soft curves. Her dark hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail, and her fitted gym attire accentuated her form with precision. She possessed the aura of someone seasoned in her craft, clearly experienced in the discipline, to the extent that his depraved mind could not help but wonder how skilled she might be in bed.
'Ugh. I rather love it too, though.'
She halted a few steps before him and inquired in a mellifluous tone:
"You're here to register, aren't you?"
"That's right. I just got up this morning and thought I'd get started."
"Splendid choice," she said warmly, offering a small smile. "Though I must admit, you're the first male ever to walk into this gym."
She paused, observed him once more, and gave a short laugh.
"Wait, actually no. You're the only male in this town. My mistake."
Well, it seemed the gym instructor also recognised him, giving further credit to his popularity.
Jason returned the faintest smile.
"Don't worry about it. I've heard that one a few times already."
She smiled back and placed the clipboard on the counter.
"Alright, let's get your registration done. Before that, I should tell you about the membership plans."
Jason folded his arms slightly and leaned forward.
"Hm. Let's hear them."
She flipped to the first page on her clipboard.
"We have three options. The first is a basic monthly plan for one hundred and fifty. That grants you access to all equipment and standard assistance from the trainers. The second is the standard plan at two hundred and twenty, which includes comprehensive training guidance, meal plans, and scheduled assessments. Then the premium plan costs three hundred and fifty. That encompasses everything from the standard plan together with access to advanced programmes and private sessions."
Jason's eyes twitched slightly as he flinched.
'Three hundred and fifty? For lifting weights and perspiring? Who runs this place, a bank?'
He gave a short nod, though his mind was already debating the expense, despite being able to afford it effortlessly. Yet it was not so simple to discard the habits of his past life, even after death and reincarnation. Budget Batman was back in business for a while.
'Alright, perhaps the basic one, but even that's a bit much. That's groceries, rent, and probably a quarter of my soul.'
He placed his hands on the counter and looked straight into her eyes with a smile.
"That's quite a range. You're sure this isn't a luxury spa?"
She gave a light laugh.
"No, that's simply how we operate. It's a private facility, not government-sponsored, so everything comes from our own budget. Besides, the training quality here is worth the cost."
Jason tilted his head slightly.
"Worth the cost. You say that as though everyone in town is wealthy."
She smiled a little wider, sensing where the conversation was heading.
"We've never had complaints."
"Probably because most of your members don't have to think twice about the price," he said calmly with a shrug. "But since I'm apparently the only man in town, shouldn't I get a welcome discount or something? You know, diversity appreciation?"
Her lips parted, and for a moment she stared at him, uncertain whether he was being serious.
'He really just said that with a straight face?' she wondered, tilting her head slightly to the side.
"Nice try," she said at last, folding her arms. "We don't offer discounts based on gender. Or rarity."
Jason gave a faint grin.
"Then how about practicality? I'm one in town, still getting settled, and I don't even know if I'll be here long enough to finish a whole month. Wouldn't it make more sense to offer a trial period first? I could take that at half the price of the basic plan. If I end up staying, I'll pay the full rate afterward."
She blinked twice.
'Half the price? He's bold.'
She straightened her posture, now slightly amused, then said,
"A trial period isn't part of our system. We operate on full-month plans only. It helps us keep track of usage and membership cycles."
"Or," Jason said calmly, "it helps you charge people for an entire month even if they only attend for a week. That's smart business, I'll give you that, though not very customer-friendly."
She opened her mouth but hesitated.
Jason continued evenly, "Look, I'm not asking for free access. I'm proposing a test run. I can pay seventy-five today. If I don't return after two weeks, you've still made a profit from a non-regular member. If I do, you gain a steady client who might even upgrade to a standard plan later. That's fair both ways."
She stayed silent for a moment, narrowing her eyes in thought.
Finally, she sighed.
"You're really not an easy one to push back against, are you?"
Jason's expression remained neutral.
"Only when the numbers don't add up."
She chuckled softly, shaking her head as she flipped through the registration pages once more.
"Fine. You win. Seventy-five for a two-week trial. But that's a one-time arrangement. Don't expect it again next month."
"Deal," Jason replied, without a hint of triumph in his tone.
She wrote a note beside his name, then turned the clipboard towards him.
"Alright. Sign here. Name, age, and contact number."
He filled it out neatly and handed the pen back.
"Perfect," she said. "You can start training anytime. Just remember, your two weeks begin today. After that, it returns to the regular rate."
Jason nodded once.
"Understood. Thanks for the flexibility."
'Hehehe. This bastard can really bargain. He's almost as good as my late mum.'
She gave him a brief smile, still partly surprised.
"Welcome to IronFit, Jason," she said at last. "You're officially our first and only male member."
He slipped his hands into his pockets and responded nonchalantly,
"Let's hope that comes with bragging rights."
She laughed softly.
"Perhaps. Just don't start demanding more discounts because of it."
"No promises," he replied evenly before turning towards the door.
She watched him leave, still reflecting on the exchange. The gym trainer felt a faint spark within her chest. He had bargained through logic rather than excuses. Most men would have relied on charm or humour. He used reasoning and composure instead.
As the door closed behind him, she leaned against the counter with a faint smile still on her lips. It had been quite some time since anyone had managed to talk her into lowering the price.