Episode 27 – Waist Exercises Behind Ian’s Back

Grace SIDE

A night filled with ecstasy passed, and I opened my eyes to the sunlight piercing through.

As I took a deep breath, the room was filled with the smell of semen, as if to remind me of last night’s intensity.

I stared at the ceiling, letting my languid body sink into the slightly damp bed, and then stretched.

“Kkeueueung.”

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

Looking around the room bathed in sunlight, I saw Father wearing a chastity belt on the floor, sound asleep, and Mother, next to him, with her ass raised high, passed out.

Beneath Mother’s ass, a mountain of sticky-looking semen was piled up, reeking of male pheromones, but Muzak-ssi, who had poured out that semen, was nowhere to be seen.

I cautiously looked out the window and saw the sun, peeking over the village, serenely illuminating the village still holding the morning dew.

‘Where did he go?’

Wondering where he could have gone at such an early hour when the sun was just rising, I tilted my head and left the room.

As I left the room naked, I blushed, thinking about the rough lovemaking of last night that had left marks all over my body.

As I walked out into the living room, a towel around my body, heading towards the shower room, I realized I could hear a rough sound of something being swung from the front door.

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

My eyes fell upon Muzak-ssi in the yard, naked, wielding what appeared to be his weapon, a double-headed axe, swinging it around.

His steel-like muscles, covering his entire body, were heated by the cold morning air, emitting a faint mist and twitching dynamically.

The faint droplets of sweat, scattering like a dance, absorbed the sunlight shattered by the axe and shone as they fell to the ground, and the lines of the axe, giving off a wild and strong impression, stirred within the yard, shattering the sunlight that faintly illuminated the yard, causing it to sparkle.

I was unconsciously captivated by the beautiful scene and stared blankly at Muzak’s movements.

How long had I been staring like that? The axe stopped.

Only then did I come to my senses, feeling slightly embarrassed that I had been making such a dumbfounded face, and blushed slightly as I met Muzak-ssi’s gaze, who was breathing heavily and looking at me.

“Amazing… you are.”

“Hahaha, I’m still far from it. If the old folks in our village saw me, they’d probably knock me on the head for being pathetic.”

Muzak-ssi, blushing as if embarrassed by my compliment, laughed heartily and said, then seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, missing someone, before snapping back to reality by my passionate gaze.

“I have… a request.”

“Hmm… tell me.”

“Please teach me that.”

“Hmph, do you even realize it’s rude to watch me train like this?”

Muzak-ssi, taken aback by my request, glared at me with fierce eyes and lowered his voice.

I stopped breathing for a moment due to the invisible pressure, and almost lowered my eyes in the face of the sudden surge of fear.

‘… Damn it.’

Realizing that I had almost lowered my head for a moment, I shuddered with unbearable humiliation.

I don’t mind being dominated while having sex with other men.

But

But I absolutely hate being forced to submit without any say in the matter due to someone else’s coercion.

Just imagining it made me feel nauseous.

Unbearable anger made my heart beat wildly.

The more I recalled the fact that I had almost submitted to Muzak without even fighting back for a moment, the more the blood, burning hotly, was heating up my entire body with rage.

I calmed myself as much as possible, took a deep breath, knelt on one knee, and looked up at Muzak with burning eyes, saying confidently.

“Yes, but I want to become stronger. If you would bestow your teachings upon me, I will never forget this favor.”

At my respectful yet confident demeanor, he raised one eyebrow and began to glare at me.

The intense anger I felt from Muzak caused the surrounding magic to fluctuate as if demanding that I bow my head and beg for forgiveness, and the magic particles, each with thorns, covered my entire body with a stinging pain.

I wanted to beg him to stop the pain that felt like stabbing my internal organs and body with sharp thorns, but my pride wouldn’t allow it.

I had already experienced enough submission in my past life to grind my teeth over.

If I submit, everything I have becomes worthless.

If I submit, my freedom disappears.

If I submit, I become a slave.

My past life was a series of submissions.

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

The feeling of despair, like falling off a cliff, that I felt the moment I submitted never became familiar, no matter how many times I experienced it.

I want to become stronger.

I want to become so strong that no one can touch me.

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

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

Only that thought supported my body.

My hands and feet trembled from the pain that pierced my entire body, and I couldn’t breathe properly, but I struggled to continue breathing and mustered all my strength to look up at Muzak with confidence.

And suddenly, all the pain disappeared.

“Haa!! Haa… Haa… Haa… Uweeek.”

I breathed out roughly, placed both hands on the ground, and poured out everything that was in my stomach.

Feeling the sweat pouring down like rain, I roughly wiped it away with my hand and looked at Muzak with an exhausted face.

Muzak, who was looking down at me with a playful smile, reached out his hand to me.

I took his hand and stood up with trembling legs.

“Heh heh heh, you’ve got guts. Originally, it wouldn’t be allowed, but well, if it’s you, even that old man wouldn’t say anything.”

Muzak, supporting my body as I breathed heavily, said.

“Alright, I’ll teach you. Originally, I was only planning to stay here for about a month to teach Ian and you combat skills, but… seeing you, I’ll change my mind. I’ll extend the period to two months, and I’ll teach you everything I know.”

“Haa… Haa… Is that… really?”

I looked up at Muzak with a dazed mind, as if I couldn’t believe it.

Muzak, smiling cheerfully at my bewildered expression, continued.

“Of course it’s real, but what can you learn in just two months? Well, try your best. You’ll learn as much as you put in the effort.”

“Haa… Haa… Don’t… Hoo… worry. No matter what you say, I’ll learn everything from you.”

“Hahaha, that’s right! A person should have that much spirit! You hardly look like Eron’s daughter! Hahaha!”

Muzak, laughing heartily, patted me on the back.

Of course, I couldn’t withstand his touch and collapsed, fainting.

* * *

And Ian came home.

I felt that a lot had changed in just one week.

‘But it’s a relief that I felt affection for Ian as soon as I saw him.’

Ian seemed to know Muzak.

It seemed that Father had treated Muzak on this trip.

As soon as Ian saw Muzak, they greeted each other happily and then prepared to train with me.

Muzak kept his promise.

He poured out everything he had and began to teach Ian and me passionately.

He told us that the dance-like training he had shown us was a martial art passed down through the shaman lineage of the Orc tribe.

He told us that the Orc god himself had created it before ascending and bestowed it upon his most loyal warrior.

The warriors who inherited that martial art had lived as shamans, pledging their loyalty to their god.

After hearing the general history, I asked a question with unbearable curiosity.

“Why are you teaching us such a martial art?”

“Heh heh, our god isn’t that petty. We welcome anyone with courage as a friend, regardless of their race. If those courageous people inherit our martial art and become our friends, then martial art is nothing special.”

This way of thinking is said to be common among Orcs.

They are those who revere courage. No matter how weak they may be, they acknowledge those who bravely face threats like a tidal wave.

After saying that, Muzak began to talk about the abilities of the martial art of struggle.

The martial art of struggle was focused on only one function.

Simple physical ability enhancement.

It slowly but steadily increases all abilities related to the body, such as muscle strength, dynamic visual acuity, agility, regeneration, and immunity.

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

And he went on to tell us that he had become strong enough to defeat a troll single-handedly with just these two things.

After saying that, Muzak slowly began to teach us his martial art.

It was the same dance-like movement I had seen in the morning.

The dynamic movement of the muscles, the graceful movement of the axe, I suddenly realized that this was no ordinary physical training.

I didn’t know why I thought so.

It was just that the moment I saw those movements, each and every action came to me as if it contained some kind of meaning.

The blade of the axe extending from the bottom to the top, cutting through the air, the muscles emitting a faint steam, the sight of the hot blood vessels throbbing, even from a slight distance, I could only feel a vague intuition from everything.

I blankly pondered and began to cram that 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 once, he looked at me with doubtful eyes and readily nodded.

I held Muzak’s double-headed axe in my hands, closed my eyes, and calmly breathed in and out.

And I carefully opened my eyes.