Augustus, on the other hand, who had never known a woman's touch—heck, he didn't even talk to one for more than a few minutes—had started to feel Ambrosia's subtle and soft hands guide him skillfully through the stretching exercises as a warm-up.
Although she was guiding him seriously, Augustus, on the other hand, couldn't focus his mind, as all his attention went toward 'not embarrassing himself.'
Dammit, why am I getting hard? This is so embarrassing, he mused, but it wasn't his fault, as any healthy young man in his literal position would feel the same way.
Ambrosia's soft peach was touching his own while assuming, "This position is called Back-to-Back Forward Fold," she called out while pulling on his hands. The pull caused more stretching pain, "Ouch, ouch," as his tightened muscles were loosening up.
"Alright, I guess this is your limit. Let's change the exercise," she casually said and straightened up.
Fuck, what should I do now? All that ass-touching gave me a boner even if I didn't want it. He stiffened, not knowing what else to do.
"Haha, this is a nice exercise. I'll be like this for a while," he responded in a shaky breath, though his muscles were screaming to be relaxed.
"You can't push yourself like that Augustus take some rest and stand up," she said in a strict voice, and asked him to relax.
Fuck, is she going to charge me for sexual assault or something? His heart raced. He finally rose from his position and looked at her with a guilty expression.
"Next is…" she stopped. Her gaze naturally moved toward his private part, which had a very noticeable bulge in his groin area.
She looked at him with an expressionless face, then, seeing his panicked and flustered face, her gaze softened as she let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry, it's natural for a young man like you… If that didn't happen, that might make me feel bad," she teased, trying to play it cool and ease the tension.
Augustus exhaled a long sigh, unaware that he had held his breath until now.
[Ding… Task changed: Temporarily Connecting Task 2 to Mission 2]
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Mission #01, Task #02:
[∥] 100 push-ups, 100 pull-ups, 100 squats, meditate 2 minutes — $20,000.
[▸] Make Ambrosia sit on your back and do 10 push-ups. | Penalty: No boner for a month.
Growth rarely feels graceful—sometimes it's awkward, nerve-wracking, sometimes it's bold. But every uneasy step forward is still progress.
| Reward: $20,000 → $40,000 + personal growth.
Time Left: 1 hour
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What the… System, that's not fair. Are you playing with me? And there's even a deadline?
"Alright, let's continue. The next exercise is—"
"Uhm, Trainer, can we continue this tomorrow, please? I'll leave after completing my 100 push-ups and pull-ups quota. Can you watch my form?" he requested.
I'll ask her to sit, saying it feels too easy doing it normally, he thought
Fuck, She is teaching me wholeheartedly and you come up with this task. Damn you, system. Why are you making an innocent guy do such things? He cried inwardly.
"…Sure," she mused casually and folded her arms. After watching him do 3 push-ups, she began:
"Wrong. If you do it like that, then those 100 push-ups won't even have an effect," she pointed out with a steady gaze. "As a punishment for leaving early, let me sit on your back with my body weight. For now, at least your muscles would feel the strain. I'll teach you the right 'form' tomorrow," she confidently stated. And asked, "Will that be alright?"
"Yes, yes, that's what I w—I mean, that's great," he replied excitedly. Phew, the task can finally be completed.
Ambrosia smirked. "Alright. Don't cry when your spine gives out."
She gracefully lowered herself onto his back, lightly pressing her full weight down.
They feel very soft, he thought. It was like warm clouds pressing against him—plush, supple, and impossibly smooth. Her curves molded to his back with a gentle, enveloping pressure that sent a strange shiver down his spine, not from pain, but something dangerously close to pleasure.
Augustus's arms trembled under her, both from pleasure and weight, but nevertheless, he pushed through.
System, you better make this worth it.
[Good workout, host. Now, should I make this into a daily task?]
The system is enjoying this way too much…
"1… 4… 9…" Ambrosia counted.
"Arghh," Augustus groaned with a clenched jaw.
"Last push. Come on, you can do it—almost there," she encouraged.
"10!"
Once the 10th push-up was completed, he dropped down, and Ambrosia almost broke his spine as her weight pushed down.
"Huff, huff." His breath came in ragged gasps.
"Good, Augustus. We are done for today. Let's meet again tomorrow," she said and lifted her warm clouds that were pressing against him and walked away, leaving him be.
[✓] – Make Ambrosia sit on your back and do 10 push-ups.
↳ Reward: $40,000.
"Damn, I'm already tired," he mumbled and stood up when… "Why do I feel slippery down there?" he questioned with narrowed eyes. Wait, don't tell me… Let's go to the washroom and check.
He quickly went to the washroom and checked, and as he had thought, it had come to be true. "Precum?… Am I a pervert, or is this natural?" he questioned with a puzzled expression.
Most of his college life was lonely; for him, it was just getting to work, eating, and sleeping. He was so focused on trying to make money, to survive, that any other indulgence was simply a luxury to him—also being the reason he didn't have a girlfriend.
He swiftly cleaned everything and walked out of the WhaleFit building, his mind buzzing with various thoughts. As those thoughts spiraled, a new thought surfaced:
Ohh shit, I didn't ask her for the lawyer's number. He swiftly pulled out his phone and messaged her.
10:14 AM
| Message: Ambrosia
| Trainer, can you please send me a good lawyer's number?
Beep.
| Name - Steve Huffman, XX6000. Looking forward to tomorrow, be on time. I don't want any excuses.
He smiled and replied with a thank you.
Then called the lawyer. "Hello, is this Steve Huffman?" Augustus asked calmly.
"Yes, how can I help you?"
"I'm acquiring 70% shares of a private company and also want to buy a property for them, so I would need your help with the paperwork."
Since he was getting money continuously, he had decided to live lavishly while also making good connections. And for those connections, he needed money—which he was getting continuously.
It's a loop, he mused, and a wondrous thought appeared in his mind: What if I maintain this for a few years? Will I become the world's richest man? He smiled from ear to ear, then thought, Yeah, let's stop daydreaming.
"Hello… Hello?"
"Ahh, yes, Steve."
"Whoever gave you my number must've already told you my charges are high, and for this job, I'll take $6,000. Will that be fine?"
Damn, his charges are really high, but good lawyers are a good investment. That's what Dad taught me.
"Yes, Steve, that will be fine. Once I buy things, I'll contact you soon," he said, cut the call, and booked a taxi to Crunch Studios while thinking…
Man, I should buy a new car and house… Then bring my family here, but I don't know how to tell them that I've started to become rich.
Just as he thought about the car, the system's taunt flashed in his head.
"So what if you don't give me a fancy car like Ambrosia? I'll purchase a normal one on my own that gets me from point A to B while still saving money for the upcoming investments," he mumbled and booked a taxi to HonestTurn Motors.