A few hours later, Armstrong's shoe scattered its blinding brilliance on the lush trees sprawled about the surface of the hanging gardens.
Birds chirped the rhythms of nature, twiddling upon various branches of the evergreen trees, and cute tiny squirrels plucked fruit from the saplings and scurried into the bush.
This was nature in all her humble brilliance, a mesmerizing sight only visible in this unique place, the hanging gardens of Rash.
In the center of such a lively garden, two people could be seen standing adoring training gear. One of them, frantically swinging a sword while the girl beside him was counting each of his swings, the scowl on her face indicating that she was in a very very bad mood.
"380, you can do it" Alora spoke with a loud voice.
"399, change your posture, study your opponent, and find their wickedness"
However, it seemed like he had seriously underestimated how angry she was.
"422, I know you can do better...so come on, swing harder... "
Still, he didn't stop charging his posture as he continued swinging his sword to the perfect rhythm of the sword form.
He had to try his best, for he knew more than anyone else, that this world wasn't just some happy dream with him being a merchant son.
"550, your swings were too weak. It doesn't count. Do it again..... come on"
The inhumane and torturous swings continued for about 30 more minutes.
"980, Just twenty more, and your fourth set of 1000 swings will end"
His arms felt like they would fall off at any moment. Still, he didn't stop and gave his all to perfectly perform the finishing swing. "And 1000"
Those sweet words of release reverberated in his heart like the melodious voice of heaven forgiving a sinner to their eternal damnation.
*Huff* *Huff* *Huff*
He stood shaking as his body was literally bathed in his training shirt, sticking like a second skin to his body. His gait was unsteady and his mind was blurry.
"Are you alright?" From the side, the worried voice of Alora, his beast trainer sounded almost like an afterthought.
"Armstrong!"
Finally, he felt his vision darken as he fell into the embrace of Mother Nature.
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What woke him up this time wasn't a wet sensation on his crotch but rather a dainty hand caressing his sweaty forehead.
He could also feel the back of his head resting on something pleasantly soft and firm but also warm. A lap pillow.
It was such a pleasant sensation that he wished he could stay like that all the days of his Life.
"Are you awake?"
He would have tried to fake his sleep, but he knew that someone like her should have been able to feel the change in his breathing rhythm.
He opened his sky blue eyes and a deeper darker shade, that was fixed on his face her beautiful angular face which was generally fixed like a cold mast was now brought with anxiety.
He tried to speak but she barked.
"Idiot"
He stopped short, he could see her face contort and her body quiver as she tried to keep the tears from falling.
"Why, didn't you tell me you were past your limit?! You still didn't awake after hours passed. Doing something like this could be harmful to me, your Aunt will kill me"
Armstrong let out a bitter smile at her sobering remark.
"Hahahaha! Sorry, am very sorry I was just sure I could do it. Heh. Also seeing from this side, I believe it was worth it"
Those words, more than anything, made her blush completely as she stopped berating him before hanging her head in shame. Her large fluffy ear also does the same and drops downward.
"I am the one who should apologize. I shouldn't have made your training harder, you should know how sensitive I am"
"Sensitive"
He looked at her quizzically before everything finally clicked in his mind.
"Fuck, I forgot she was a wolf, Blue wolf"
Everything had just happened too fast. He had totally forgotten how sensitive the nose of beast skin could be.
Coming at her training with the scent of sex basically radiating out of his pores might have been like a slap on her face.
His face flustered even more when she understood he got what she meant.
An awkward silence fell between the two of them. Finally, Alora simply sighed and spoke out. "Anyway am just your teacher, your aunt paid me a large amount of gold, so am ready to do anything for you"
Armstrong got up and took her hand before pulling her further into the garden, which could also be called a forest.
Once he reached a place far enough, he asked again just to be sure.
"Alora, did you say that you would do anything"
Alora was startled taken aback, a little due to Armstrong's sudden actions and subsequent query, Alora floundered briefly but immediately after nodded nonetheless, a serious expression daming her face. "Of course, what did you want one to do?"
"Then could you do it for me with your chest?"
The night of passion he had with Sophia was still in his head, he would lie to himself if he said he didn't enjoy his dick being sandwiched between two large breasts was an incredible feeling to experience.
Alora showed a look of pure astonishment before tilting her head a bit in contemplation trying her best to decipher Armstrong's conspicuous word.
A moment passed and finally, it clicked; her face blushed like a fully ripe tomato, up to her neck, once she realized the hidden meaning behind his words.
"So there is such an act too....I may be inexperienced but I will give it a try, just for you and the amount of gold your aunt paid"
Having said those words, laced with beastly lust, softly as she spoke them, embarrassment leaking out of her quivering voice, Alora grabbed her clothes with a determined look.
"I'm ashamed but..." And thereafter proceeded to expose her chest in one Swift motion.