Just like yesterday, and the day before, he spends his days training with his mentor. She doesn't go easy on him, but she doesn't go all out either... And she always lets him rest when he needs to.

The morning air carries a crisp chill as they walk toward their training grounds, the sound of gravel crunching underfoot. One morning, once the two are ready, she turns to him and speaks, her tone cold as steel."Come, today's training lesson awaits you."With that, the two head towards an open area near her home, where sunlight filters through the trees and casts dappled shadows on the grass. When they arrive, she speaks again, her voice carrying the authority of someone who has mastered their craft."I hope you've improved since our last sparring session. Because if not, you won't have any dinner tonight. Do I make myself clear?"

He nods, feeling the familiar mix of nervousness and determination in his stomach before she continues."Good. Now, show me your sword so we start your training."She says, her gaze steady. But she doesn't specify which sword, and he makes a deliberate choice, unzipping his pants and taking out his erection instead.

Her eyes widen in shock, pupils dilating slightly as her cheeks flush a noticeable crimson."What the hell do you think you're doing?! Put that thing away right now!"She demands, her voice cracking slightly despite her attempt at sternness, her gaze lingering on his exposed member despite her protest.

"But why is that thing so hard?"She mutters under her breath, her thoughts betraying her as she imagines the feel of it in her hand, inside her. Her breathing quickens almost imperceptibly."Would it even fit inside me?"