Free Web NovelChapter 46: Holy Shit Indeed
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David pulled back slightly, just enough to breathe, his forehead still close to hers as he swept a slow look over her. The distance he created was nothing — an inch, maybe two — but it felt deliberate. Like punctuation.
"We should get going," he said, his voice low, unhurried. "Start our reps. It’s getting earlier. People are going to start showing up soon enough."
Mrs. Walbury let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. She tilted her head back against the wall, eyes half-lidded, and the look on her face was not the composed, senior-trainer expression she wore on the floor.
"Reps," she repeated. "You want me to do reps." She exhaled slowly, like she was counting down from something. "David. You literally drained me. I am not sure I can even keep up right now." freēwēbnovel.com
"Just a slight muscle drain this time around," he said, completely straight-faced. "Nothing to worry yourself over."
She looked at him for a long moment.
"Slight," she said flatly.
"Slight."
She pressed her lips together. It was not a smile. It was the face of a woman working very hard not to smile.
She pushed off the wall and crossed her arms, head tilting as she studied him — the easy confidence in his posture, the way he waited like he already knew how this ended.
"Fine," she said. "But if I collapse on the floor, that’s on you."
He opened his mouth.
"And before you say anything," she cut in, one finger raised, "if you tell me it builds character, I am going to hurt you."
He closed his mouth. Raised both hands in a small, innocent surrender.
They soon got dressed once more and started moving toward the training room, and she was quiet for a half-step before she glanced sideways at him.
"Next time," she said, almost offhandedly, "if there even is a next time — which I have not agreed to — you had better make it worth my while. More than this."
David slowed just slightly. He turned to look at her, and something in his expression shifted — not quite a smirk, not quite serious, landing in the space between.
"You’ve got it."
She reached her station and began setting up the weights, her hands moving on habit while her mind drifted somewhere quieter, somewhere she hadn’t meant to let it go.
’It seems like I’ve fallen for him.’
The thought settled without ceremony. No fanfare, no resistance. Just the quiet weight of something that had been true for longer than she’d admitted.
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They moved through their reps with quiet efficiency after that, the charged atmosphere between them settling into something more professional — or at least a decent imitation of it. The training room filled gradually around them, the sound of equipment and early-morning voices bleeding in from the floor, and David found his rhythm quickly.
He noticed, somewhere between his second and third set, that something felt different.
Not dramatically. Not in a way he could have pointed to cleanly. Just that the weight moved easier than it had before, that his form held longer without the familiar burn creeping in too early. He moved through his reps with a kind of unhurried certainty, each set clicking into place, and he didn’t say anything about it. He just noted it, filed it away, and kept working.
By the time they were done, the room had come fully alive around him.
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The jog home took him past the edge of the lower district’s main stretch, the ten kilometers swallowed in long, measured strides.
He wasn’t racing anything. He just ran, the way he always did — methodical, head down, lungs working through the familiar ache of the final kilometer before his legs found the last of whatever was left in them.
He soon reached the front door spent, pushed it open and stepped into the quiet of the house.
The evening sun cutting low through the window and laying itself across the floor in long orange strips. No scattered mess this time. Just stillness, and light, and the sound of his own breathing.
He toed off his shoes and left his socks on, padded across the floor, and dropped his bag onto the couch before falling in after it.
He sat there for a moment with his elbows on his knees, pulling in slow breaths, letting the weight of the day arrange itself into something he could actually hold.
It had been a full morning.
More than full.
He exhaled.
[Congratulations, User. An unexpected development — though not an unwelcome one. You have completed today’s assigned training session.]
David looked up at the notification hanging in the corner of his vision, blinking once.
"Honestly," he muttered, "I wasn’t even thinking about that."
He hadn’t been. Not really. The system’s mission had been somewhere in the back of his mind all morning, but the truth was he had just been trying to get through it — get through the reps, get through the warmup, get through whatever the morning threw at him.
The hundred dollars had stopped feeling real somewhere around the time Mrs. Walbury had him pinned against the wall of the storage room.
He turned his attention to the full notification.
[Side Quest Complete: Training Session Logged.]
[Reward: $100.00 deposited to linked account.]
He stared at it for a second.
Then his hand was already moving, reaching into his bag on instinct, pulling his phone free before he’d consciously decided to. He unlocked it, tapped into his banking app, and watched the screen load.
Deposit from Account number XXXX 040 XXX received — $100.00.
He read it twice.
The smile came on its own, slow and a little disbelieving, pulling at the corner of his mouth before it had fully landed. Then a short laugh escaped him — quiet, more breath than sound — the kind that comes out when something you hoped for actually happens and part of you still doesn’t believe it.
"I actually did it."
He said it to the empty room. He didn’t care.
He leaned back into the couch, phone still in hand, the grin settling on his face as the reality of it arranged itself properly in his head. A hundred dollars. Just for completing a training session. One session — one morning of work he would have done anyway — and the system had handed him a hundred dollars like it was nothing.
’The five hundred was definitely real,’ he thought. ’And if a side quest this straightforward pays a hundred... then what does the main mission pay?’
The thought sat with him for a moment, warm and quietly electric.
He knew the first thing he had to do was slow down. Not spend it — not yet. Think first. Figure out how to use it properly, how to make it stretch in a way that actually moved him forward. There were things he needed. There were things he’d been putting off needing, because needing things without the money to cover them had felt pointless.
That was a problem that had just gotten slightly smaller.
He exhaled again, longer this time, and let himself have the feeling for another moment before he glanced down at his player stats, still hovering quietly at the edge of his notification panel.
The numbers there made him go still.
[Player Stats Updated:
Name: David Myers
Strength: 43-> 44.
Agility: 28-> 33.
Endurance: 36-> 40.
Stamina: 42-> 44.
Penile Strength: 25-> 30
Total Exchange points: 50
LvL: 2-> 3/??? ]
He scrolled through the numbers slowly at first, taking stock — and then stopped.
’+5 increase in penile strength? The fuck? Just from sex? Hmm, it seems my endurance stats were also aided by the sex. Wow, that’s valuable information right there.’
But then his eyes moved, and everything else stopped mattering.
[Congratulations, Player.]
[You have received the Monarch Of Sin’s Blessing.]
[Player has been awarded: 2x Random Skill Tokens.]
[Would you like to view your received skills?]
David did not move for a full second.
Then —
"I received two skills?"
He sat up off the couch like the cushions had shocked him, phone nearly slipping from his hand as he straightened.
He caught it, barely, and stared at the notification with both eyes wide and something close to manic delight already climbing up his chest.
"Holy shit."
