Chapter 125-126 – Agnes and Physical Training
[MC POV]
The hallways of the barracks were quiet, most likely because everyone was already asleep.
I walked carefully, making sure not to make a sound, and headed toward Agnes's room.
'I hope she's still awake.'
Before knocking, I pressed my ear gently against the door.
'Ah, she's not asleep.'
The voice inside was faint, too quiet to make out the words, but I could clearly tell someone was speaking.
After glancing around briefly to make sure no one was watching, I knocked softly.
Knock knock.
"Hii! W-Who is it?!"
She must have been muttering to herself gloomily. She was caught completely off guard.
Given the mood she'd been in, I figured a surprise visit might actually cheer her up.
"It's me."
Excited, I opened the door without waiting for her reply.
And then, our eyes met—me standing at the entrance and Agnes lying naked on the bed, finger-fucking herself.
"Dayke?!"
"Oh… I'm sorry. I thought you were feeling down, but it looks like you were enjoying yourself."
"T-That's not it!"
Agnes quickly pulled the blanket over herself, completely flustered and unable to speak clearly.
I hadn't expected this either. My lips froze, and the room fell into an awkward silence, just like the forest earlier in the day.
Before I could say anything, Agnes, still looking down at the floor, quietly spoke first.
"…Why are you here?"
"I thought you seemed upset since yesterday."
"In that case, like I said this afternoon, you don't need to worry about it. It's my own issue to deal with."
As I suspected, she planned to keep it bottled up.
It didn't seem like we'd have a proper conversation unless I took the first step.
"Actually, I already know. I know why you're like this, Agnes."
"What?"
"Is it because I didn't contact you even once while I was in the village?"
"…"
She held the blanket tightly and slowly nodded, still avoiding my eyes.
"…Yes. You saw right through me, so I can't hide it."
'How should I comfort her? What would make her feel better?'
I didn't get the chance to figure that out.
Agnes continued on her own, her voice low, like she had been holding it in for too long.
"I understand everything in my head. I know you had to stay in that village for a long time and that you couldn't afford to reach out to me because you were dealing with Kiella. There was no reason for you to contact me at all. And I also know that complaining about it would be selfish."
Her tone revealed how long she had been carrying that frustration.
"But even so, I couldn't stop feeling weighed down. I kept waiting for you, but thinking that you didn't even think of me made me… sad."
"…"
"I tried to get rid of those feelings somehow. I exhausted myself in the gym, trying to forget. And I tried to calm my urges by comforting myself… like just now."
Her face turned red as she recalled the moment I walked in on her.
"But still, none of it helped…"
I realized then that I needed to talk to her properly.
If she had any wishes or grievances toward me, she should feel free to say them. Even if she insisted she didn't deserve to, the truth was she did.
Because somewhere along the way, Agnes had become something much more to me—more than just an object of revenge or a sex slave.
Though I couldn't quite define it.
I opened my mouth to speak but stopped.
Agnes, still without clothes, suddenly got out of bed and knelt in front of me, bowing her head.
"I'm sorry! I swore I would follow you and pay for my sins, but instead, I made you worry. I won't let it happen again."
"There's no need for that—"
"If you don't believe me, you can punish me. No—please punish me. Let me strengthen my weak heart and resolve. Please, Dayke!"
She knelt down. And her voice was solemn and serious.
Her use of the word punishment lingered in my mind.
If this was what she wanted so badly… Maybe it wouldn't hurt to go along with it a little and talk about everything else afterward.
"…Are you really willing to accept any punishment?"
"Yes. An elf knight must take responsibility for her mistakes."
"Alright. Then I'll give you a chance to do just that."
"Thank you! What should I do? I'll do anything—just say it."
As I thought about what to ask of her, something she said earlier came to mind.
"You said you were sweating it out in the training room earlier. There's a place like that in the barracks?"
"The unused warehouse next to the break room was converted into one a month ago. Some of the members wanted a place to train during off-hours or rainy days."
"I see."
I looked around the room briefly, then smirked.
"As punishment… let's go do some physical training."
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...
"Oh."
My first impression of the weight room wasn't bad.
It didn't feel brand-new, just like a space that had been cleaned up and repurposed. But it was tidy, and it had all the basics—iron bars, heavy sandbags, and equipment useful for training.
"It's pretty decent."
"Really? The others seem to like it too."
Agnes looked a bit proud. Maybe it was because the room was tied to her efforts, or maybe she just liked being praised when it came to training.
"By the way, how are your clothes? Are they comfortable?"
She was dressed in a tight black sports bra and matching leggings.
Even in modern-day Korea, where I used to live, this kind of outfit wasn't common in daily life. And here, in this world, it was completely out of place. Naturally, the outfit came from the app's store.
Compared to the skills and magical tools, it was much cheaper. But in terms of value, it was a great purchase—it let me see Agnes in a modern, skin-tight, sexy outfit.
"It's my first time wearing something like this… but it's actually not bad. It fits closely to the body, so it doesn't get in the way, and it's easy to move."
She spun around lightly to show what she meant.
The movement made it easy to admire her form—her chest and ass were clearly outlined in the thin, stretchy fabric.
"Still, I wonder if something like physical training can really be called punishment…"
"Don't worry. I'll make it tough on you."
"I understand. I'll give it my all, so I won't repeat today's mistake."
Her determined face made me imagine the moment it would change—sweat dripping, her expression growing hazy from exhaustion and something else. Just thinking about it stirred something inside me.
No one would be coming to this part of the barracks at this hour anyway.
I could enjoy this however I wanted, all under the excuse of "punishment."
"For your first task—sit-ups. Sit on the floor."
"Got it!!"
Agnes sat down obediently and looked up at me.
Her body was wrapped tightly in the sleek outfit, and it was looking incredibly tempting. Just seeing her like that made me want to reach out and touch her.
"Oh, let's start with some warm-up first."
Saying that, I casually moved behind her and placed my hands on her chest.
"Huh?! Wait, Dayke… I thought we were warming up… Mmm♥"
"I am. I'm relaxing your body with a massage."
"But this is, ha…♥"
I spread my fingers wide and slowly kneaded her tits. I was deliberately making the movements deep and lingering.
After being neglected for three months, her nipples quickly became hard.
The clothes were thin—probably because I bought them on an app—and she wasn't wearing underwear besides a sports bra and leggings, so her nipple shape was clearly visible.
"Ugh... ♥! The nipples... Aahhh...♥"
"Did you forget that you're being punished? You have to endure this much."
"Hmm! ♥ Aahhh... ♥"
I put both my hands inside her bra while she held back her moans.
"Huh... ♥!"
When my hands touched her tits and nipple, she moaned and pushed them toward me.
I didn't stop, though. I pinched and rolled her nipples with my fingers.
"Aahhh♥ Dayke... Ugh...♥!"
Agnes bit her lip. She was trying to suppress her pleasure, but she couldn't hide her red ears.
I put my right hand between her legs and continue teasing her nipple with my left hand.
"I didn't even touch this place, but it's so wet."
"Yes, it's been a while since you've touched me... Sigh..."
Her clitoris had become hard enough to be felt through her leggings.
She arched her back as I gently rolled her clit with my fingers.
"Oh, no, that's… Aaahhhh…♥"
"Does it feel good when I touch you here?"
"Hmm… Yes ♥ It feels good… Better than when I touched it myself… But if you keep touching it like that, it's really…♥"
Her body was leaning against mine, and it felt as hot as a burning fireball.
Thinking that this much stimulation was enough, I pulled my hands away before things went too far.
"Aahhh…♥ What's wrong? Why did you stop??"
"Oh, it's nothing…"
Agnes, who had been looking at me with lingering regret, quickly turned her gaze away. Her body was clearly reaching its limit, craving more, but she seemed too embarrassed to ask for it.
"Alright, let's get started."
"Can this even be called a warm-up exercise?"
"You'll be fine."
It didn't really matter. I didn't intend to train her seriously anyway.
I moved in front of Agnes again and spoke in a firm voice.
"From now on, you'll do sit-ups until I tell you to stop."
"That's simpler than I expected."
Agnes laid down, placed both hands behind her head, and brought her knees together. She was ready.
I knelt down and gently pressed her knees together between my legs to keep her posture steady.
The training began immediately.
"…"
She followed the motion with perfect form, rising and lowering repeatedly. Her body moved smoothly, clearly excited by my touch.
An average person would already be breathing heavily at this point. But Agnes, who had always worked hard to improve herself, remained composed and steady.
Still, I wasn't here to admire textbook sit-up form.
Standing in front of her, I lowered my pants and exposed my dick, which was pretty hard.
"What are you doing all of a sudden?"
Agnes's upper body, which had been moving without hesitation, stopped facing mine. I pretended like nothing had happened.
"What's wrong? You should continue."
"..."
Agnes hesitated, then moved her upper body back again.
She raised her body, bringing her face back in front of my crotch. Her amber eyes met my dick again and shook violently in anticipation.