#Chapter45
The Ambaram
He wipes the sweat covering his body like second skin using the loose cotton shirt he wore in the morning. As he did so, the females surrounding the training area drooled hungrily. Their desperate eyes drank in his brawny body packed with tight muscles. The counters of his abs, glistening under the thick layer of dripping sweat, sent their heart to a new thrill, and filled their minds with no so innocent images. They licked their lips, imagining themselves licking those stoned bars of his torso. The biceps on his shoulders flexed as he rubbed the cloth around his neck and chest. His cheeks turned red under the heat of the scorching sun, glaring right above his head. It was noon, the time of lunch.
