A few years after marrying my wife, Ran, she recently started worrying about her figure, saying, 'Have I gotten fat...?' Even though she's naturally thin and I tried to reassure her, she wouldn't listen. Eventually, we decided to try out a personal gym together. As expected, since I'm not good at exercising, I quit soon after, leaving only my wife to continue going to the gym. Just thinking about her being alone with the muscular trainer makes me anxious, and Ran's workout clothes are getting more revealing by the day. So, being the suspicious type, I secretly planted an IC recorder in her bag...
