Countless droplets of warm water dripped from the holes of the cylinder-shaped metal, vaporizing the small room as they kept landing on Kai's unwrapped back and blasting with a plop sound, as he stood there inhaling sharply. Red water flowed downward, disappearing in the drain as the water fell on his bloodstained face and hands. Feeling no stench of blood on him, he shook his head, letting his hair wiggle through the flowing water and splash the tiled wall around him.
He pressed his palms on the surface of the wall, moved them upward until they reached 5.0 feet high from the ground, and stopped, resting his forehead where his hand was.
"Among all the soldiers, why choose me?" he said, pushing his head harder against the wall and pressing his palms tighter as if trying to push the cemented wall and break it loose.
His skin turned pale after spending an hour standing still with his eyes closed, letting the water fall on him. Cracking his eyes open, he moved, realizing the afternoon light in the other room was dimming and giving way to the night's darkness.
Kai walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a blue towel wrapped around his waist, headed toward the wardrobe, took out a night outfit, and put it on. Then, he stepped out of the second room, placing his hands in his pockets as he quietly moved through the hallway, navigating his way to the courtyard where he fought with the lieutenant. He stared at the very spot he got defeated, climbed the platform, grabbed the rope, and closed his eyes, dragging himself forward, following the path the rope led to.
After going all the way around, he cracked his eyes open, skipped over the first rope and under the first two ropes, and stood at the center, raising his hands in the air and letting the cold wind brush on them as his mind recalled all the fighting styles of Wang.
Within ten minutes, Kai, who knew nothing of those styles, began to reciprocate them one after another, moving from the leg movements to the shoulder strengthening and the hands, moving in almost the right postures and slamming his hands on the metals at the edges of the ring.
"How come the lieutenant performed it smoothly and ended up giving me punches that were impossible to dodge or block?" Kai said, gasping heavily as he squirted, tracing the patterns on the floor. He loosened his legs, let himself fall and lie flat on the platform, and closed his eyes.
Heavy wind tore into the courtyard, pushing all the curtains on the fifteen glass windows situated at the top, just below the roofs, and letting them shake like a snake in the slightly dark room. Two shadows—not the one Kai had been seeing—moved to the door and stared at the poor boy whose chest kept on repeating the breathing sequences.
They watched for a while, turned and faced each other, hugged themselves, merging into one huge shadow, and loomed over the entire room, still watching Kai with a grim smile.
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"Do you still think we should add him to the list of those to undergo the second real simulation training?" Wang said, standing from his seat and walking to the window as he watched how beautiful the night sky was, holding two sheets of paper.
"Not that I think we should," Gray said, grinning slightly as he kept on tilting and mixing the cube in his hand and watching the outside view from his seat situated right beside the seat where Wang stood up.
"If I were to be the one to make the list and also approve it, I would have only selected three names instead of using all these rags that make work hard for some of us," he said, fixing the cube within seconds and placing it on the black square table filled with sheets, medals, and envelopes as he walked toward Wang, who'd bent his back a little and was leaning on the stool by the window.
Slightly low-tone footsteps echoed. As he neared him, Gray placed a heavy hand on Wang's shoulder, but removed it quickly after noticing how much Wang growled.
"Should I take the mandate and take them through the training?" Gray said, placing one hand on the stool by the window and wrapping the other around Wang's neck, pulling him to his chest and tickling him.
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"Is the new lieutenant really the son of the legendary world savior who sacrificed his life to save humanity?" Jinx said, cutting her fingernail with the nail cutter while she remained seated on her bed, legs crossed, and sitting beside Mike, who lay on the bed without a shirt.
Mike remained silent, not responding to the sexy lady's question, but kept shaking his head, wearing a smile on his face.
He stretched his arms, pulling Jinx and letting her fall on her back, and curling himself around her, brushing his fingers across her face. For five minutes, the fingers moved from the face, landing on the thighs, pulling aside her skirt, and pushing two fingers forward, burying them between her legs.
Silent moans escaped from Jinx's throat whenever Mike's fingers erupted and inserted again, curling themselves before erupting continuously. The white curtains on the window swayed, curling and falling to the wall as the moaning sounds began to intensify.
Feeling the fingers pulling out of her on the verge of her orgasm, Jinx grabbed Mike's left hand, placed it back at her thighs, and forced three fingers in her, wetting them completely when a sweet-scented liquid gushed out of her and splashed on the bed and ground like a broken bike.
Her body trembled, but she pulled Mike closer, climbed over him, and began kissing him while removing the belt of his trousers and sitting on the five-inch tin hard rod between his legs.
After fixing herself perfectly on him, she began moving her waist like a spinning wheel, slow at first but beginning to speed up when Mike grabbed her huge melons and began squeezing them hard.
Mike grabbed her arms, opened his eyes widely, and changed position, turning her and rather placing her back on the bed and opening her legs widely as he inserted his hard rod into her glorious pie and thrust his waist widely.
Loud sounds filled the room, and outside the room, disturbing the quiet night and turning all the soldiers sleeping in the junior dormitory into having sleep paralysis.
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"Kang, are you sure we should entrust this golden weapon into your care, and that you'll attack without causing any casualties on our side?" Theo said, hesitating before pulling out a zigzag golden sword from a black box and handing it to Kang.