It’s been days since I registered at the Adventurers Guild and finalized my contract with SlimyMyriad. I haven’t been able to do anything there because Lasawani, the person currently in charge of us newcors, hasn’t been around. I heard she went out of the city on so errand.
Today, though, I received a call from an unknown number and it turned out to be Lasawani herself. She told she had just returned and that I should head back to the Studio right away.
By the ti I arrive, I’m already inside the studio and get picked up in the waiting hall by none other than Lasawani. She’s wearing a short, tight black skirt that hugs her figure and a loose silk-like top that shifts softly with her movents.
"Why did you co so late? The others arrived a full hour before you," Lasawani scolds as we walk together through the long hallway.
"I’m not in the wrong here. Those two are literally living in the Studio’s dormitory. How could I possibly arrive before them?" I reply in a sarcastic voice, but Lasawani doesn’t bother to answer.
All of a sudden, she stops in front of a door and pushes it open with a firm shove. When the door swings wide, I see a large, well-equipped gym filled with all kinds of training machines. Inside are the two people who signed up with —ThePervySage and SamsaraCream.
What shocks most is what the both of them are doing right now. Their waists are tightly strapped to humanoid-like robots that are connected by thick tal tendrils to box-like control machines. Each ti they thrust their hips forward, the robot latches onto them even tighter, forcing them to bear the full weight of the machine with every single movent.
"Haaa~ Haaa~ Haaa~" SamsaraCream is sweating buckets, his face twisted with effort as he struggles to keep thrusting. Even if he wanted to stop or pull away, the robot stays locked onto him and refuses to let go. It looks like the machine will keep forcing the motion even if the user doesn’t want to move anymore. That box-like device connected to the robots must be the brain behind all this equipnt.
ThePervySage, on the other hand, is clearly struggling now. His thin legs, sharpened by old age, are shaking vigorously, and his face looks very pale, like he’s about to pass out at any mont. But the stubborn old man doesn’t give up. He keeps thrusting his waist and lifting the heavy robot with every rep.
"You see? Now that’s dedication," Lasawani says, her voice full of admiration as she watches him. "Even with his old age, he puts so much passion into this. I can’t help but admire it." I don’t say anything in response.
"That machine is used for training the core of pornstars," she explains to . "Training your core as a pornstar is very important. You need to be able to lift a woman up and fuck her brains out regardless of her weight, size, or anatomy. A true pornstar should be able to fuck any hole without breaking a sweat."
I can’t help but cringe inwardly at her blunt words.
Suddenly, she points toward one of the unused robots standing nearby.
"You should try that one," she nudges , a small smile playing on her lips.
I oblige and walk over to the robot. The mont I step into its range, it latches onto , wrapping tightly around my waist with chanical precision. I try to move away, but my body doesn’t budge even an inch. Then a cold chanical voice speaks:
{One hundred thrusts with one hundred kilograms of weight will be perford with the robot. Movents will start in ten seconds.}
Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, my body begins to move involuntarily. My waist shoots upward in sharp, powerful thrusts, each one carrying the full weight of the hundred-kilogram robot.
After a gruelling set of one hundred thrusts, I’m completely drenched in sweat from head to toe. The robot finally unlatches itself, and my legs are shaking so badly that I can barely feel them. Walking feels almost impossible.
Glancing to the side, I notice that the perverted old man had passed out before completing his full set. He managed to push through eighty thrusts before losing consciousness, and the robot automatically unlatched once it sensed he was out. That ans these machines only release their user after the round is complete or if the person passes out.
SamsaraCream, on the other hand, had finished his entire set but now lies sprawled on the ground, panting heavily and barely able to move.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of clapping. When I turn back around, it’s Lasawani walking toward us with a satisfied look on her face.
"You have all been worked hard today and exceeded my expectations for low-ranking newbies with limited strength like yours," Lasawani says in a cool, almost indifferent voice. I clench my fists tightly but keep my mouth shut.
Suddenly, the old man who fainted staggers forward. "This old bone is too tired to be doing all that hard work. Just give so girls and allow to smash," he says while making exaggerated, fluid thrusting motions with his waist.
"Fufufu, I’m just joking, PervySage. You don’t actually need to do this," Lasawani laughs lightly. "I only wanted to see who could endure it better, and it turns out Milf Hunter has the highest endurance among you." She glances at from the corner of her eyes.
Then she walks straight up to . "As I told you the previous week before I left the city, you are going to be cast under this studio for the first ti alongside that female centaur. I’ve already spoken to her about you. The shoot has been postponed until tomorrow, so before you two step on set, I want you both to form a proper bond."
With that, Lasawani grabs my hand and starts pulling away from the gym area.
She leads through another hallway I didn’t even know existed in the building and brings into the dormitory section. We stop in front of a brown wooden door. Lasawani knocks firmly.
"Who’s there?" a sweet, gentle voice calls from within.
"It’s , SweetLola. Open up," Lasawani replies.
The door opens with a soft click, and right before my eyes, the centaur appears.
Our eyes lock together for a long mont. Both of us are frozen in surprise. I’m amazed at how beautiful she actually looks compared to the first ti I saw her, and from the look on her face, she seems to be thinking sothing similar about too.
"N-Nice to et you. My na is Lola," she says softly, stretching her hand forward for a handshake.
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