Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

The private gym occupied an entire wing of the apartment’s lower level, tucked behind a frosted glass door.

The moment Sophie stepped inside, she realized it wasn’t the kind of home gym designed for appearances. Everything about the space reflected practicality and routine, the setup of someone who genuinely trained, not someone who merely liked the image of training.

One wall held a full rack of free weights arranged with meticulous precision. Nearby stood a power cage, two adjustable benches, and a professional cable system. A treadmill and stationary bike had been positioned near the windows where the natural light spilled cleanly across the floor during the day.

Nothing was excessive.

Everything looked used.

Sophie moved slowly through the room, taking it all in. She found an open area perfect for yoga, noticed the mounted mirrors along one side, and paused beside a small storage cabinet.

Stan opened it for her.

Inside were neatly stacked yoga mats, resistance bands, mobility rollers, and other training accessories organized with the same understated orderliness as the rest of the apartment.

Sophie stared at the cabinet for a moment before looking back at him.

”This is your personal gym,” she said slowly, almost accusingly. ”And it has better equipment than most public gyms.”

Stan shrugged lightly.

”It’s practical.”

She laughed under her breath, shaking her head as she looked around again.

”This is incredible.” Her eyes were bright now, openly delighted in a way she rarely bothered concealing. ”I would actually become disciplined if I had access to a space like this.”

”You have access to it now,” Stan said easily. ”You can come here anytime.”

The words landed with such casual certainty that Sophie didn’t immediately respond.

There had been no hesitation in the statement. No careful phrasing. No sense that he was making a grand gesture.

To him, it had simply been true.

Sophie looked at him quietly for a long moment.

”You mean that,” she said at last.

”I meant every word.”

Silence settled briefly between them.

Then Sophie crossed the room, rose slightly onto her toes, and kissed the corner of his mouth once, soft, brief, but deeply intentional.

When she pulled back, there was a small, unmistakably pleased composure about her, like someone privately storing the moment away for later.

”I’ll take it,” she said simply.

Then her smile turned lighter.

”Now let’s actually use this thing.”

They changed together in his bedroom. Sophie slipped into tight black yoga leggings and a cropped sports bra that hugged her curves beautifully. Stan couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he put on his tank top and shorts.

”God, you look incredible,” he said, pulling her close for a deep kiss before they headed to the gym. ”I might get distracted today.”

”That’s the plan,” she teased with a wink.

They started with a gentle warm-up together, light stretching and some jumping jacks.

Stan then moved to his weights while Sophie hopped on the treadmill for cardio. For the first twenty minutes, the room filled with the rhythmic sound of her feet on the belt and the clink of Stan’s dumbbells. ... He kept stealing glances at her in the mirror, his eyes tracing the hypnotic sway of her body as she flowed through her yoga routine. The way her tight workout top clung to her full, bouncing chest with every movement, the subtle jiggle of her breasts, and the intense, flushed focus on her beautiful face, it was driving him wild.

Trying to stay disciplined, Stan loaded more plates onto the heavy barbell, the metal clanging loudly. He gripped it firmly and began his next set of deadlifts, muscles straining, veins popping. But Sophie had other plans.

She stepped right in front of him, turned her back, and slowly lowered into Cow Pose.

Her hands planted firmly on the mat, she arched her spine deeply, pushing her chest forward and down. Her massive, heavy breasts hung and swayed pendulously in that low-cut sports bra, the deep cleavage spilling out like an invitation.

The thin fabric stretched tight across her nipples, which had grown visibly hard from the stretch. Stan gulped hard, his grip tightening on the barbell as he fought to finish his reps.

Sophie glanced up, catching his reflection, and let out a soft gasp.

”Stan... you’re really strong. It’s almost inhumane the way you handle that barbell. That’s close to 400 kg...” Her voice was breathy with genuine awe. ”99.9% of men couldn’t even dream of lifting that.”

Stan shrugged modestly, but his eyes betrayed him. As she transitioned fluidly into the next pose, he drank in every detail.

Sophie flowed into Downward Dog, arching her back like a cat in heat. Her round, juicy ass rose high into the air, the thin yoga pants stretched obscenely tight across her cheeks, outlining the perfect heart shape and the faint outline of her pussy lips.

Her thick thighs trembled slightly from the stretch, and her heavy tits swung freely beneath her, brushing against her arms with every breath. The arch in her lower back made her ass pop even more, practically begging to be grabbed.

Stan’s eyes were locked on her through the mirror as he powered through another rep, sweat dripping down his chest. Every time he lifted, his gaze returned to the way her voluptuous body glistened, the slow, sensual roll of her hips as she deepened the pose, pushing her ass higher and spreading her legs just a little wider.

He could feel his cock twitching in his shorts, growing thicker with every second he watched her.

She shifted into Child’s Pose for a moment, then pushed back up into a deep Cobra, lifting her upper body while keeping her hips pressed to the mat.

Her chest thrust forward dramatically, those massive breasts nearly spilling out completely as she looked over her shoulder at him with a small, knowing smile.

A/N:

Please what do you guys think of the series of Chapters so far, do you want more Chapters like this? Or should I focus more on the plot