Chapter 40: First Time Sheathing My Blade In Something That Isn’t Eva(1)
Six days in, and David had already turned it into ritual.
A hundred push-ups. A hundred sit-ups. Every morning, no exceptions, no negotiating with himself when the alarm went off and his body wanted five more minutes. That part of the routine was locked in now — automatic, almost mindless in the best way. The kind of thing his body just did before his mind fully caught up to being awake.
[DAILY TRAINING LOG]
[Push-ups: 100/100 — COMPLETE. 5 points allocated to strength!]
[Sit-ups: 100/100 — COMPLETE 5 points allocated to Endurance!]
[Stamina stat has been improved!]
[Streak: Day 6]
Today’s addition was new, though. Instead of driving to the gym like he normally would, he decided to jog there — turn dead commute time into something useful.
Two goals solved at once: it padded his daily distance toward the kilometer targets he’d set for himself, and it gave his head room to breathe before he had to deal with people, weights, and whatever the day decided to throw at him next.
So that’s what he did.
He laced up and hit the streets of the lower district, breath falling into rhythm with his footfalls, the system notification trailing patiently at his side the whole way.
He glanced at it mid-jog, chest rising and falling steady, and found his stats had climbed further than he expected.
[Player Stats Updated:
Name: David Myers
Strength 43.
Agility 28.
Endurance 36.
Stamina 42.
Penile Strength: 25
Total Exchange points: 50
LvL: 2/??? ]
He could already tell he’d grown significantly. The stats didn’t lie — steady, consistent gains across the board. What was left now was narrower: agility, stamina, and the one stat the system insisted on tracking with its usual clinical bluntness.
[Vitality — Endurance Subtype: Stamina]
[Current Focus Recommended: Physical Output Duration]
He decided that was where the rest of his gym time would go. Less raw bodybuilding, less chasing size for its own sake — more targeted work, sharpening the specific things standing between him and quest clearance.
That was the real goal, because Quests completion meant he was a step closer to working towards being a real Hunter.
In no time at all, he arrived at the gym. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, breath still soft and even from the jog, the sudden coolness of the AC washing over him like relief after the heat of the streets outside.
That’s when his eyes met Mrs. Walbury’s.
For a brief moment, David almost failed to recognize her.
Her usual jacket was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, she wore a more, skin-showing sports bra and a pair of training shorts that revealed far more of her athletic physique than he was accustomed to seeing.
The outfit emphasized the results of years of disciplined training—the toned curves of her huge bosoms, the strength in her legs, and the confident posture which show cased her fattened ass with which she carried herself.
Even from behind, the change was impossible to miss.
The bell above the door rang once as David stepped inside — a clear, bright note that carried through the reception area before dying against the walls.
Mrs. Walbury looked up from the front desk.
She had been sorting through a clipboard of intake forms, her pen still hovering mid-notation, and she held that posture for exactly one second too long before setting everything down. Something in her shoulders eased, though she kept her expression composed, professional.
"Good morning," she said.
"Morning." He stopped at the front. "Sleep well?"
"Mm." A small pause. "Well enough."
David nodded once. He glanced around the empty reception — making certain they were alone — and then he looked back at her with that particular innocence.
"Well, that’s good to hear. I suppose."
Mrs. Walbury pressed her lips together. Then, despite herself, she laughed — a short, reluctant sound that she immediately tried to smother behind two fingers.
[Temptation: 50% → 53%]
The notification ghosted across the bottom of his vision. David clocked it, said nothing, and felt a private, unhelpful warmth stir somewhere beneath his ribs.
’She was thinking about me last night,’ he noted to himself. ’That’s alot of thoughts.’
He filed that away in whatever mental folder was filling up fastest lately.
"So." He straightened, pulling the system window closed with a blink. "You still want to run our regular sequence today?"
"Yes." She answered without hesitation.
"Actually, no...em — that’s partly what I wanna do now."
He raised an eyebrow. "Partly."
"There’s something I’d like to handle first."
She rounded the desk in a single, unhurried motion, clipboard tucked under one arm, and gestured down the corridor toward the training room. "Walk with me."
He walked. The corridor was short, maybe twenty paces, and she didn’t fill it with conversation.
Her footsteps were quiet against the rubberized floor. David matched her pace without thinking about it, hands loose at his sides, and whatever she was holding back, she held it until they were almost at the door.
"David."
He stopped.
"I want to complete our deal..." She said it plainly. No preamble. No hedge. Like she’d been practicing the sentence for approximately twelve hours. "...Before we do anything else."
He turned to look at her.
His first, unguarded thought was: ’I genuinely did not see that coming.’
His second thought was that he should probably not let that show on his face, and so, being as casual as he could, he replied.
"That’s — yeah." He cleared his throat. "That’s completely fine. No issue on my end."
"Good." Something in her posture settled. "I already have a plan."
"A plan? Really? Do tell?"
"Did you just say ’Do tell’?" She responded, a faint chuckle escaping from her lips. David chuckled as well, understanding that sophistication did not exactly fit his tone at the moment.
They soon arrived at the training room’s door. She pushed open the training room door and stepped through and the room opened up around them, giving them all the space they needed.
David stood in the entrance and looked at her.
"You wanna complete the deal here?" He glanced at the mirror wall, the open windows near the ceiling, the three different angles from which someone could theoretically see directly into this room from the corridor.
"You wouldn’t prefer somewhere more... enclosed?"
Mrs. Walbury looked around the training room. Then she looked back at him.
A faint color rose along the curve of her cheek.
"I prefer open spaces," she said, with a composure that cost her something. "I find they’re more — stimulating."
David stared at her for a moment.
’Calling her a kinky MILF would be an understatement at this point.’
"Okay," he said finally, in the tone of a man who had decided not to ask any follow-up questions. "Okay. That works."
"Good. Then you go first."
He blinked. "Sorry?"
"You go first." She’d repositioned herself near the center mat, arms crossed, watching him with an expression that was pleasant and entirely immovable.
"I want to confirm you intend to hold up your end before I hold up mine."
David considered this.
’...Hmm...suddenly she wants to go first? Kinda gives a catfishing vibe.’ he thought, tilting his head slightly. ’Doesn’t it?’
David had his suspicions — but then he paused on them.
’Actually,’ he thought, ’this is our deal. She wants to go first? Fine.’
He reached toward his belt with the casual confidence of a man who had already decided the outcome of this conversation, and Mrs. Walbury’s breath caught — just slightly, just enough — before she pulled out her phone.
The screen lit up in her palm as she was already opening the camera app. The little interface blinked awake.
However, on David, the faint ghost of something ran across his face — not a grin exactly, more the expression of a person who had just thought of something they found privately hilarious and were choosing to keep it to themselves.
’Hmm...wait ...that could possibly work.’
He let go of his belt, turning a glance at her.
"Come here."
She didn’t move immediately, almost surprised with his new manor.
"What? Take off your pants already...What are you doing?"
"Come here...and give me your phone." he said again, with the patience of a man who already knew she would.
She paused for a moment, checking how serious he was before she let out a groan and came. Three steps, close enough that he could have counted her lashes if he’d wanted to. He leaned in slightly, dropped his voice a register.
"Get on your knees."
Mrs. Walbury blinked. For about two seconds, the entire room held its breath.
Then she laughed — a short, startled sound — yet she only saw utter seriousness in him. She handed over her phone and he took it.
Then he gestured, once, downward.
She smoothed her expression into something that might generously be described as dignified, lowered herself to both knee against the mat, and looked up at the camera with the energy of a woman who had decided to commit to the bit.
"What’s all this for, David?" she said, and the corner of her mouth curved.
"You wanted a dick pic right? Well I wanna give you the best dick pic ever." David said, which was technically true. He angled the phone.
"With my face on it?!—"
"Relax your shoulders."
"David—"
"This is content. You want content, don’t you? C’mon, trust me."
She exhaled through her nose.
"The camera. Don’t angle it down at me like that, it’s—" she gestured vaguely
"...it spoils it."
"It makes it feel real," he said, with the authority of a man who had seen enough to have opinions.
"Trust me, it’s gonna work wonders. It’s gonna be like OnlyFans. But for you."
Mrs. Walbury absorbed this.
"...That," she said slowly, "could work."
"It will work."
"But only if you’re quick about it." She straightened slightly, something steeling in her expression.
"I’m not going to knee here giving you time to think of new ideas. You do it fast or I’m changing my mind."
"That’s not a problem." He was already adjusting the frame. "Although...There is a small logistical issue."
She stared at him. "What logistical issue."
David lowered the phone and regarded her with an expression of complete sincerity.
"My dick" he said,
"It’s not exactly a dildo that is always ready to rumble." He flexed one hand, slowly, like a man illustrating a point about physics.
"So...if you really want the full package, you’re going to have to do a little warm-up work to get the engine running." He glanced down at her, then back up.
"What do you mean by warm up?"
"I mean...you should play with it. "
Mrs. Walbury looked at him for a long, unreadable moment, her current emotions almost unreadable until-
[Temptation: 53% → 59%]
