Episode 27 - Ian's Secret Waist Exercise

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After a night filled with passion, I opened my eyes to the sunlight piercing my eyes.

As I took a deep breath, the room was filled with the pungent smell of semen, as if to tell me of the intensity of the previous night.

I looked up at the ceiling, laid my languid body on the slightly damp bed, and stretched.

"Keueueuung."

I let out a pleasant groan as my whole body felt like it was loosening, and got up from the bed.

As I looked around the room bathed in sunlight, I saw my father sleeping soundly on the floor wearing a chastity belt, and my mother was unconscious, with her butt raised high next to my father.

Below my mother's butt, there was a sticky-looking pile of semen, giving off a male smell, and for some reason, Mr. Muzak, who had poured the semen, was nowhere to be seen.

I looked out the window furtively, and the sun that had risen slightly beyond the village was quietly illuminating the village still covered in morning dew.

'Where did you go?'

I tilted my head and left the room, wondering where he had gone at this early hour when the sun was just rising.

I blushed as I left the room naked, thinking about the rough sex from last night that was left all over my body.

I went out to the living room, wrapped a towel around my body, and as I was walking to the shower room, I realized that I heard a rough banging sound from the front door.

Thinking it strange, I went straight to the front door, grabbed the doorknob, and opened it without hesitation.

As I came out into the yard, I saw Mr. Muzak naked, swinging his two-handed axe, which seemed to be his weapon, here and there.

The steel-like muscles covering his entire body were warmed by the cold morning air, squirming dynamically while releasing a light fog.

The light beads of sweat, fluttering as if dancing, caught the sunlight broken by the axe and fell to the floor, and the wild and strong impression of the axe was swinging here and there inside the yard, flashing and breaking the sunlight that faintly illuminated the yard.

I was distracted by that beautiful scene and ended up staring blankly at Muzak's movements.

How long had I been staring at it? The axe stopped.

Only then did I come to my senses, feeling slightly embarrassed at the fact that I had made such a foolish face, and I turned to face Mr. Muzak, who was looking at me with a slightly red face and heavy breathing.

"Wow..... You're doing great."

"Hahaha, it's still not enough. If the old lady in our village saw me, she'd probably pat me on the head and say it was pathetic."

Muzak, who blushed and laughed heartily as if embarrassed by my compliment, thought for a moment as if he missed someone, but came to his senses under my passionate gaze.

"I have a favor to ask."

"Um... Tell me."

"Please tell me."

"Hmm, do you know that it's rude to just watch me train right now?"

Muzak, who turned serious at my request, glared at me with vicious eyes and lowered his voice.

I held my breath for a moment due to the invisible pressure, but I almost lowered my eyes due to the fear that suddenly rose up.

'... Damn it.'

I realized that I almost lowered my head for a moment, and I trembled with unbearable humiliation.

I don't care if you have sex with another man and submit.

But

But I absolutely hate submitting to someone else's coercion without any of my consent.

Just thinking about it made my stomach churn with disgust.

Unbearable anger made my heart beat wildly.

The more I recalled the fact that I almost gave in to Muzak without even fighting for a moment, the hotter my blood was, the more my whole body burned with anger.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down as much as I could, then knelt down on one knee and looked up at Muzak with burning eyes.

"Yes, but I want to be strong. If you teach me, I will never forget this favor."

He raised an eyebrow at my polite yet confident appearance and began to glare at me.

As if the intense anger I felt from Muzak was making me want to bow my head and apologize, the surrounding magic power shook, and a stinging pain covered my whole body as if each magic particle had a thorn in it.

I wanted to tell them to stop right away because the pain felt like sharp thorns were stabbing my internal organs and my whole body, but my pride wouldn't allow it.

I've already experienced surrender so many times in my past life that my teeth would grind.

If I surrender, everything about me would lose its value.

If I surrender, my freedom would disappear.

If I surrender, I would become a slave.

My past life was a series of surrenders.

I surrendered to violence, to my parents, to my classmates, and to society.

The feeling of despair that I felt the moment I surrendered, like falling off a cliff, was something I never got used to no matter how many times I experienced it.

I want to be strong.

I want to be strong enough that no one can touch me.

I want to be strong so that no one can infringe on my freedom.

I want to be strong so that no one can interfere with my happiness.

Only that thought supported my body.

My hands and feet were shaking from the pain that stabbed my whole body and I couldn't breathe properly, but I tried my best to continue breathing and squeezed out all my strength to look up at Muzak confidently.

And then all of a sudden, all the pain disappeared.

"Haa!! Haa... Haa... Haa... Uweek."

I exhaled roughly and put my hands on the floor and poured out everything that was in my stomach.

I felt the sweat pouring down like rain, so I roughly wiped it off with my hands and looked at Muzak with an exhausted face.

Muzak, who was looking down at me with a smile as if he found it amusing, reached out his hand to me.

I grabbed his hand and stood up on trembling legs.

"Heh heh heh you have the spirit. Originally it wasn't possible, but if it was you, even that old lady wouldn't say anything."

Muzak, who supported my body that was breathing heavily, said.

"Okay, I'll teach you. Originally, I was only planning to stay here for about a month and teach you and Ian fighting techniques.... But after seeing you, I'll change my mind. I'll extend the period to two months and teach you everything I have."

"Haa... haa.. Really?"

I looked up at Muzak in a dazed state, as if I couldn't believe it.

Muzak smiled cheerfully at my naive expression and continued.

"Really, but what can you learn in just two months? Try hard. The more you try, the more you'll learn."

"Haa... haa... Don't worry... hoo... Don't worry. No matter what you say, I'll learn everything from you."

"Hahaha, yes, yes! A person should have that much spirit! It's hard to believe she's Eren's daughter! Hahaha"

Muzak laughed heartily and slapped me on the back.

Of course, I couldn't stand his gesture and fell over and fainted,

............….

And then Ian came home.

I felt that a lot had changed even though it was only a week.

'Still, I was glad that I felt affection as soon as I saw Ian'

Ian seemed to know Muzak.

It seemed that his father had treated Muzak during this trip.

As soon as Ian saw Muzak, we greeted each other warmly and prepared for training together.

Muzak kept his promise.

He poured everything he had into teaching me and Ian passionately.

He told me that the dance-like training he showed me then was a martial art passed down in the lineage of the shamans of the Orc clan.

He told us that the god of the orcs had personally created it before ascending and bestowed it on his most loyal warriors.

The warriors who learned that martial arts lived as shamans, dedicating themselves to their gods.

After hearing the general history, I asked a question that I couldn't stand.

"Why did you tell us that martial arts?"

"Hahaha, our god is not that petty. We welcome those with courage, no matter what race, as our friends. If those with courage learn our martial arts and become our friends, martial arts are nothing special."

This way of thinking is said to be common among the orcs.

They respect those who worship courage, no matter how weak they are, and they recognize those who dare to bravely step into the tidal wave of threats.

After saying that, Muzak then began to talk about the ability of the martial arts of struggle.

The martial arts of struggle were focused on only one function.

Simple physical ability enhancement

Slowly but steadily increases all physical abilities related to the body, including physical strength, dynamic vision, agility, regeneration, and immunity.

He said that all he would teach us was this martial art and the combat techniques he had created based on his numerous combat experiences.

He then told us that he had become strong enough to defeat a troll alone with just these two techniques.

Muzak, who had said that, slowly began to teach us both his martial arts.

It was the same movement as the dance moves I had seen this morning.

The dynamic movement of the muscles, the graceful movement of the axe. I suddenly realized that this was not an ordinary physical training technique.

I didn't know why I thought that.

The moment I saw those movements, every single movement came to me as if it had some kind of meaning.

The blade of the axe extending from below to the sky, the muscles emitting a faint steam, the hot veins pulsing slightly here, everything felt like an ambiguous intuition.

I started to think blankly and force the dance into my head.

Fortunately, my memory was excellent, so I checked the ambiguous parts separately and asked Muzak enthusiastically.

When I said I would try it, he looked at me with puzzled eyes and nodded coolly.

I held Muzak's two-handed axe in my hand, closed my eyes, and took a calm breath in and out.

Then I carefully opened my eyes.

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