Yohan dropped to the ground and began his push-ups, his muscles straining as he started counting. Aisha sat cross-legged beside him, her crimson eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Come on, Yohan," she teased, poking his shoulder. "I thought you wanted that kiss! Push harder, or are you already giving up?"
"I'm not giving up!" Yohan snapped, his breath coming in heavy pants. "Just... wait and see, Aisha!"
Aisha giggled, but her expression softened. "Alright, alright, let me make it fun. I'll sit on your back while you do them. Think of it as extra motivation."
Before Yohan could protest, Aisha hopped onto his back with the lightness of a feather. Her warmth spread through him, and he could feel her soft hands brushing his shoulders. "Now, start counting, my prince," she said in a sing-song voice.
Yohan gritted his teeth. "Fine! One... two..." He began again, his body surprisingly adapting to the weight and strain. The sound of Aisha's laughter filled the air as she encouraged him.
"Doesn't your body feel lighter now?" she asked after he reached the hundredth push-up. "I told you, Yohan, you're not normal. Demon Hunters are built for this kind of thing."
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, his breath heavy. "I'll believe it when I'm done."
The minutes stretched on, and Yohan lost count as he pushed past what should have been his limit. A strange energy coursed through him, making him feel invincible. By the time he hit a hundred million, sweat poured off his body like rain, but he didn't stop.
"Baby, you're almost there!" Aisha exclaimed, excitement bubbling in her voice. "Keep going! I can't wait to kiss you!"
Her words spurred Yohan forward, his determination redoubling. "I'll hold you to that promise!" he said, his voice firm. He powered through the remaining push-ups with a surge of strength, his mind focused on her reward.
When he finally reached two billion push-ups, Yohan collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. Aisha slid off his back, crouching beside him with a radiant smile. "You did it, Yohan! I'm so proud of you."
He struggled to lift his head, his face flushed from exertion. "Where's my... kiss?" he asked, barely able to form the words.
Aisha leaned in, her voice dropping to a soft, sultry tone. "Oh, my brave prince, you've earned it." Her lips brushed against his, tender at first, then deepening into a passionate kiss. Yohan's exhaustion melted away as he lost himself in the moment. Her lips tasted sweet, like strawberries, and her scent filled his senses.
When they finally pulled apart, both were blushing and breathless. Aisha touched his cheek, her eyes filled with affection. "That was amazing," she said softly. "I love you, Yohan."
"I love you too," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.
Aisha grinned and stood, pulling him up with her. "Alright, enough mushy stuff. Time for sit-ups and squats!"
Yohan groaned, his legs wobbling as he stood. "Seriously? Can't we enjoy the moment a little longer?"
"Not a chance!" Aisha teased, sticking out her tongue. "But don't worry—finish your training, and you'll get another reward tonight."
Despite his exhaustion, Yohan couldn't help but smile. "Alright, let's do this. Just don't forget your promise."
With renewed determination, Yohan dove into his next set of exercises, spurred on by the thought of another kiss from Aisha. For the first time, training didn't feel like a burden—it felt like a journey shared with someone he loved.
To Be Continued...