Two weeks have passed since Kevin Swift was kidnapped by spandex-clad secret agents, rescued by Lilian, and they were both subsequently saved by Lilian's faithful maid-slash-bodyguard. Since then, Kevin has nabbed himself a foxy girlfriend-pun very...
"A strong body is a necessary component to becoming a balanced warrior. It doesn't matter how good your technique is, or how fast you can throw a punch,if you lack the strength needed to harm your opponent. A thousand punches at the speed of light will mean absolutely nothing if each punch has all the power of a fly. There are ways around this, of course, such as using weapons, but that's not always a viable option. You can't carry a sword or a knife everywhere you go, after all."
While Kiara spoke of warriors and swords and the necessity of being physically fit, Kevin Swift grunted and whimpered as he did push-ups. Doing a couple of push-ups normally wouldn't be too much of a problem for him, but several extenuating factors were currently making this exercise exceedingly difficult.
Kiara was making him do 200 hundred of them.
She was also standing on his back while he did them.
And there was a floorboard covered in nails directly underneath him.
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Kevin stared at the spiky floorboard, his eyes wide and his pupils dilated. Sweat dripped off his nose, splashing against a nail, making it glisten brightly and bringing a stark reminder of what would happen should his arms give out.
His arms shook from having exerted them so much. It felt like his triceps and chest were being ripped to shreds from the inside out, contracting and expanding painfully each time he completed a push-up. The only reason he hadn't fallen flat on his face yet was because he feared being impaled by the hundreds of tiny nails.
He was really beginning to regret asking Kiara to help train him.
"Please make me into a man!"
His words were met with an awkward silence. Sitting behind her desk,staring at him with unusually wide eyes, Kiara F. Kuyo looked like someone had just blindsided her. The moment soon passed, however, and the woman gave him a feral grin that caused chills to run down his spine.
"I could make you into a man if you want me to, but I don't think your mate would appreciate me taking away her chance to steal your chastity."
Kevin gave the woman a vacant stare for several seconds, the time it took for him to realize what she'd said and why.
His eyes promptly widened.
"Ah!"He squeaked like a rat trapped by a cat—or a small fox kit trapped by a great dane. "T-that'snot what I meant!"
"Ho?"Kiara's eyes glinted with an animalistic viscosity. "Then what did you mean, boya?"
"I-I m-m-m-meant that I wanted you to make me s-stronger!"
"Stronger,eh?"Kiara rubbed her chin and studied Kevin, who did his best not to look away,even though his face was about ready to explode. "Tell me, Boya, why do you want to become stronger?"
