Shuichi chuckled lightly and reluctantly got up to begin his fourth set of push-up training.
This time, it was truly tough. His arms were shaking even more than yesterday, and beads of sweat dripped onto Sayuki's face, making her a little worried—was the workout intensity too much?
Another round of intimate and ambiguous training.
It took almost twice as long as the previous set, but he finally managed to complete all four sets of push-ups.
Shuichi lay on the floor, gasping for air, his arms practically useless.
Sitting cross-legged beside him, Sayuki reminisced about the forty slightly salty kisses and chuckled, "Going all out, huh? Do you really want to kiss me that badly?"
"Yeah, Sayuki-san's lips are soft, taste great, and feel amazing to kiss. But honestly, more than kissing, I'd rather bite back." Shuichi replied, still panting.
Sayuki's lips curled into a slight smile. "Are you still good? From here on, every exercise set will double. Can your body handle it?"
"You're underestimating me, Sayuki-san." Shuichi said with unwavering determination.
Sayuki couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like when it comes to these kinds of things, boys really do have endless motivation. I honestly thought, given your stamina, two sets would've been your limit."
"If Sayuki-san lets me bite back, I can do another set!" Shuichi raised a trembling finger.
Sayuki rolled her eyes. "Don't push yourself too hard, and let's not double the reps anymore."
"Sayuki-san, you're such a bad woman! You're going back on your word!" Shuichi complained dramatically.
"Talk about being ungrateful. I'm just worried you'll overwork yourself and end up with rhabdomyolysis." Sayuki shot back, exasperated. [A breakdown of muscle tissue that releases a damaging protein into the blood.]
"Then how about being a little kinder, Sayuki-san? No doubling the reps, but maybe a little reward instead?" Shuichi shamelessly pushed his luck.
"Hmph, keep dreaming." Sayuki scoffed. "Men are all the same. Once they get everything they want, they lose interest."
"I won't."
"Men and their sweet lies. You think I'd be as foolish as my sister to believe you?" Sayuki shot him a sidelong glance.
"Alright then, I guess talking won't convince you. I'll just have to show you with my actions in the future." Shuichi didn't argue further.
Sayuki remained indifferent. "From now on, I'll only help you with one exercise per day. Don't even think about more."
"Then my rewards for Sayuki-san don't count toward that limit, right?" Shuichi immediately latched onto the loophole.
Sayuki raised an eyebrow at his words, then reached out and pinched the inside of his thigh. "Of course, me getting handsy with you doesn't count."
"Hiss… That's seriously unfair." Shuichi sucked in a sharp breath.
"Don't like it?"
"Give me more!"
Sayuki couldn't decide whether to be amused or annoyed. She nudged him with her foot. "Get up already."
"Eh? I haven't rested enough yet. Sayuki-san, aren't you going to take advantage of my weakness and keep touching me a little longer?" Shuichi kept running his mouth.
"I'm not talking about the next exercise. I meant the photos we talked about earlier. I told you to take off your shirt and pants for physique shots—to track your muscle progress. Did you forget?" Sayuki got up and picked up her phone.
"Ah… right." Shuichi finally remembered.
Just this morning, he had clicked photos for those kinds of photos for the pervy student council president, and now, at night, he was the one being photographed again.
Something about this felt really weird…
Was this some kind of karmic cycle?
"Hurry up." Sayuki urged.
"…" Shuichi didn't move, looking genuinely conflicted.
"Didn't you just say that a weak little boy like you couldn't resist a strong, dominant onee-san?" Sayuki teased, nudging him again with her foot. "What now? Having second thoughts?"
"Uh… well, since we agreed to test the bridge pose today, I… learned from yesterday's mistakes and, uh… didn't wear anything under my workout pants." Shuichi spread his hands helplessly.
"…" Sayuki froze for a moment—she hadn't expected that twist.
"So, do we still continue? If it's just for Sayuki-san to see, I guess I don't mind." Shuichi blinked innocently at her.
"It's not a problem. I have a new pair of yoga pants here. Just put those on." Sayuki ignored his antics and offered a practical solution.
Shuichi's expression twitched slightly. He knew the dorm management office was just across the hall—going back to change wouldn't be a hassle at all. Yet, she didn't even mention that option.
She was definitely doing this on purpose.
"You only have women's yoga pants here, right, Sayuki-san?"
"So?" Sayuki looked at him with a playful smirk.
"If it's a pair you've already worn—like the one you're wearing now—and you take it off and give it to me, then I might consider it." Shuichi counterattacked boldly, going all in.
There was no way she'd agree to that!
What if she actually agreed…?
Cough. Crossdressing was absolutely not an option. Guess it was time to head back to the dorm and grab some underwear.
Sayuki's eyelid twitched slightly, but in the end, she didn't go all in for mutual destruction. "I picked up a pair of men's athletic shorts for you when I was shopping earlier. Go change."
"Alright, alright…" Shuichi put on a deeply regretful expression, stealing one last glance at her tight-fitting yoga pants.
…
Changing clothes wasn't a hassle. Before long, Shuichi stepped out of the locker room, now wearing loose athletic shorts and nothing on top.
"Perfect fit. Sayuki-san, I'm impressed—you even knew my size."
"When the three of us went out for dinner and a movie, I measured with my hands and feet." Sayuki said with a teasing smirk.
Measured… with her feet…?
Shuichi suddenly had a newfound respect for her. Impressive. She was already planning this far ahead back then? Never underestimate a mature woman…
Click—
Sayuki snapped a front-facing photo and commented, "Your body's too thin. You need to train properly. Raise your arms and flex—I need to document your muscle condition."
Shuichi's eyelid twitched. This felt way too familiar. But in the end, he complied. After all, tracking progress in fitness was a pretty normal thing.
"Not bad. With someone as slim as you, the fat layer is thin. A little training will easily bring out muscle definition."
As Sayuki spoke, she stepped closer and started running her hands over Shuichi's body, carefully assessing the condition of his muscles.
"Sayuki-san, this is totally just an excuse to get a feel, right? It has to be." Shuichi squirmed under her touch, feeling ticklish—both physically and mentally.
"I'm merely verifying your muscle condition." Sayuki pressed her palm firmly against his chest.
"Then I should also…" Shuichi's hand moved toward her chest.
Target: Boobs.
Smack—
Mission failed. Intercepted mid-action.
Sayuki swatted Shuichi's hand away, then swiftly pinned him against the wall. With her knee pressing firmly between his thighs, she cupped his face dominantly and stole a kiss.
"Your rewards for today are used up. From now on, only I get to touch you. Understood?"
Before he could respond, she grabbed both of his wrists with one hand, pinning them above his head against the wall, and resumed kissing him.
Her free hand? Oh, it stayed busy—wandering all over his body, under the noble excuse of checking his muscle condition.
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