Chapter 215: Rapid Transmission Training, Part 1
Soon enough, Erica led Tolle into a spacious room and set up a bunch of cameras—literally dozens of them—creating a full 360-degree setup with no blind spots.
Then, without a second thought, she stripped off all her clothes, her face turning red as she said to Tolle, "I... I'm ready. Can you start now?"
Tolle immediately got that feeling like he was some guy on set filming an adult video or something—that vibe where you couldn't just do whatever you wanted. It was damn frustrating, like he was being held back.
Tolle looked at her figure, his own face flushing bright red as he replied, "Yeah, we're good to go. We'll start right now. In a bit, I'll use my hands to guide the qi into your body, then let it flow along the spots I touch.
You gotta remember this circulation path. When you practice on your own, do it just like this. But until you're proficient, you'll still have to practice naked right in front of me.
That way, if you go off the rails and get qi deviation, I can jump in and save you—no major side effects.
Otherwise, wrecked meridians would be the least of it. Worst case, your whole body's channels snap, and you end up a vegetable—that'd be a real mess."
Erica heard Tolle's spiel but didn't take it too seriously. She boldly asked, "So, once I'm proficient, what if I get qi deviation again and you're not around?"
"Once you're proficient, even if you get qi deviation, no big deal—just pull the qi back into your dantian yourself. As long as you don't push it stupidly at that point, then come find me.
That step for pulling qi back to the dantian? I'll teach you that once you've got a handle on qi.
Any other questions, Director Erica?"
"Nope. Let's get started."
Tolle nodded, attaching the neo DG cells to his palms. He even deliberately had Nami slow down the modification speed. While channeling the qi flow, he'd boost her physical strength and reflexes too.
And while he was at it, he'd give her a light brainwash to cut down on the chances of her using male soldiers as test subjects—at least early on, it'd all have to be women.
Of course, without the neo DG cells to help, even if you busted your ass, you'd never learn it in a lifetime—unless you're some once-in-a-millennium martial arts prodigy.
Tolle placed his hands on her body and slowly roamed around. He touched every spot that needed touching—and even the ones that didn't. He caressed the hell out of her.
The sensation Erica gave him while he caressed her was like:
Her hands soft as tender sprouts, her skin smooth as congealed fat.
Her neck slender as a young cicada, her teeth like melon seeds.
Her forehead broad as a moth's, her brows fine as silkworm wings, her beautiful eyes glancing shyly.
Her waist slim as a girdle of jade, a silver sword at her side.
"Raise your right hand... lift your left leg... stretch... bend over..." After more than an hour of maneuvering her around, he finally finished modifying her body.
Her strength, constitution, speed, and reactions all got a slight bump up, and he'd successfully passed on the beginner-level Invincible Eastern Flow martial arts.
Tolle was drenched in sweat and collapsed onto the floor.
After all, caressing a stunning beauty—a married one at that—who could make fish sink and geese fall, shut the moon and shame the flowers—while holding back from crossing any lines? That was one hell of a brutal test.
It left him sweating buckets, all from forcing himself to keep his burning desire in check.
Erica forgot her shyness for a moment, half-kneeling and squatting down. She used her soft hands to gently wipe the sweat from Tolle's forehead, saying tenderly, "You okay?"
He put on a weak, out-of-breath act and replied, "I'm fine. Just used up all my qi inside, so I suddenly feel drained. That's all it is.
Give me an hour or so to rest, and I'll be back to full quick-skill-transfer mode."
"Good to hear you're okay."
Erica caught Tolle's gaze lingering on the surging waves right in front of her.
She got a bit shy, but she didn't want to interrupt him—after all, she figured he was just a normal guy.
Erica leaned in close to Tolle's ear and whispered, "I've got a single dorm room set up for you tonight. Hang in there just a little longer."
Deep down, Tolle couldn't help roaring, "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Looks like tonight's gonna be fun. Should I give Mu a test run first? Just thinking about it is thrilling.
Sigh, if she didn't have a kid, I'd totally scoop her up for myself. What a shame."
But on the surface, he played it shy, lowering his head as he said, "Thanks."
Erica stood up, not even bothering to put her clothes back on yet. She started moving around, jumping a few times in a row.
Then, following the qi circulation route Tolle had taught her earlier, she pulled off the trick he'd done before—slicing a metal cup in half with a piece of paper.
She got all excited and kept playing around with it. After a few goes, she quickly burned through her qi and started wobbling unsteadily.
Tolle rushed forward and caught her, deliberately letting his hands land on her bouncy assets as he asked, "Director Erica, that's the overexertion from qi depletion kicking in. Lean on me and rest for a bit. Have some nutritious food later, rest up some more, and you'll be good.
After this, it's just like polishing a stone in a stream—practice every day, slowly building up the qi inside you.
We'll keep training tomorrow, same as now: practice right in front of me."
Erica saw Tolle wasn't letting go and had no choice but to blush and lean against him. After resting a few minutes and feeling a bit of qi recover inside, she slowly got back up.
She boldly dressed right in front of Tolle, then planted a sweet kiss on his cheek. After that, she went off on her own to fiddle with the cameras, uploading all the footage they'd captured to the computer.
Once the prep work was done, Erica led Tolle back to the MS training room.
She hopped into the cockpit of the M1 Astray Gundam herself, and her controls were way smoother than before. She still wasn't at Kira or Tolle's level, but she was several times better than the three poster girls.
Asagi, Juri, and Mayura off to the side watched with stars practically bursting in their eyes.
They all crowded around Tolle, chattering away nonstop. Tolle could only squeeze in "yeahs" where he could.
"Hey, hey, Tolle, did Director Erica really learn your ancient martial arts?"
"Yeah."
"Whoa, for real? You two were in there so long, and it was really just skill transfer practice?"
"Whoa~! Is it seriously this powerful once you learn it? That's way too over the top."
"Yeah."
"Hey, Tolle, you still willing to teach us three? We wanna learn too—wanna get as good at piloting MS as Director Erica."
"Yeah. Wait, what? You girls aren't embarrassed anymore? Weren't you saying it was super shameful before? You sure you really wanna learn?"
"Yeah! We wanna learn! We're over it now." x3
At that moment, Erica in the cockpit overheard them and said with a hint of jealousy, "You three, quit messing around. Let Tolle rest up proper first.
He just finished the skill transfer and needs an hour or so to recover his qi. No qi means no transferring skills."