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Chapter 329: What Is His Workout Regiment?! · Sep 29, 2026

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301 Chapter 301: Sky Reigning Valkyrie 2026-09-29
302 Chapter 302: You’ve Always Been My Hero 2026-09-29
303 Chapter 303: Not As A Mother 2026-09-29
304 Chapter 304: Blue Balled 2026-09-29
305 Chapter 305: Turned Into A Pincushion 2026-09-29
306 Chapter 306: Do You Have The Guts? 2026-09-29
307 Chapter 307: Remember Who Your Masters Are 2026-09-29
308 Chapter 308: Son To Man To Husband 2026-09-29
309 Chapter 309: We Can Share Him 2026-09-29
310 Chapter 310: Give Me A Double Tit-Job 2026-09-29
311 Chapter 311: So Wrong But So Good 2026-09-29
312 Chapter 312: You Deserve It More 2026-09-29
313 Chapter 313: I Just Want You To Breed Me! 2026-09-29
314 Chapter 314: Feel How Wet I Am 2026-09-29
315 Chapter 315: We Can Share Our Milk! 2026-09-29
316 Chapter 316: No More Living In Denial 2026-09-29
317 Chapter 317: CPR Training 2026-09-29
318 Chapter 318: Don’t Touch Me! 2026-09-29
319 Chapter 319: Bizzare Questions 2026-09-29
320 Chapter 320: Cursed Nurse 2026-09-29
321 Chapter 321: A Moral Dilemma 2026-09-29
322 Chapter 322: I Deserve A Salary 2026-09-29
323 Chapter 323: Non-Stop Release 2026-09-29
324 Chapter 324: The Goddess Doesn’t Want Me To Meet Her So Soon 2026-09-29
325 Chapter 325: Fountains And Waterfalls 2026-09-29
326 Chapter 326: A Blindfolded Mother 2026-09-29
327 Chapter 327: Another Version Of Mika 2026-09-29
328 Chapter 328: Special Constitution 2026-09-29
329 Chapter 329: What Is His Workout Regiment?! 2026-09-29
330 Chapter 330: The Best Lab Rat In The World 2026-09-29
331 Chapter 331: Dragon Rising To The Heavens 2026-09-29
332 Chapter 332: Powerful Deadly Weapon 2026-09-29
333 Chapter 333: Soldier On His Final Breath 2026-09-29
334 Chapter 334: Your Banana’s Going To Explode! 2026-09-29
335 Chapter 335: Heaven’s Prescription 2026-09-29
336 Chapter 336: Exchange Of Fluids 2026-09-29
337 Chapter 337: It’s Just A Medical Procedure 2026-09-29
338 Chapter 338: Which Hole Do You Want To Use? 2026-09-29
339 Chapter 339: Speak Your Mind 2026-09-29
340 Chapter 340: I’m A Good Girl! 2026-09-29
341 Chapter 341: Fallen Angel 2026-09-29
342 Chapter 342: Please Don’t Shorten It! I Like It Big! 2026-09-29
343 Chapter 343: Naughty Kiss 2026-09-29
344 Chapter 344: I Love The Way You Kiss Me 2026-09-29
345 Chapter 345: It’s Simply Training, Nothing Else! 2026-09-29
346 Chapter 346: Lust-filled Animals 2026-09-29
347 Chapter 347: You Can Drink My Blood 2026-09-29
348 Chapter 348: I Don’t Have Any Milk Right Now! 2026-09-29
349 Chapter 349: Life Long Desire 2026-09-29
350 Chapter 350: Spicy Outfit 2026-09-29

Chapter 329: What Is His Workout Regiment?!

Before anyone could ask more, the door slid open again.

Mika stepped in—wearing only a thin, loose hospital gown that ended mid-thigh.

”Well, since everyone’s here.” He said cheerfully. ”Let’s get started, shall we?”

He moved toward the bed with practiced ease, clearly familiar with the routine.

But just as he reached it, he paused.

”Whoops—sorry, almost forgot.”

Without hesitation, he shrugged off the gown and tossed it aside.

Underneath, he wore nothing but a pair of thin medical shorts—leaving his entire upper body and legs completely bare.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Cecilia’s colleagues—those who hadn’t seen him before—stared in open-mouthed shock, eyes wide, some literally frozen mid-motion.

Mika’s body was breathtaking.

Perfectly sculpted muscles rippled across his chest, shoulders, and arms—defined but not bulky, every line sharp and powerful.

His abs were a chiseled eight-pack, tapering into a deep V that disappeared beneath the waistband.

When he turned slightly to climb onto the bed, the broad, rugged expanse of his back came into view—strong, tapered, like carved statue or an impenetrable mountain wall.

One doctor actually brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a soft gasp. Another clutched her clipboard tighter like she was holding herself back from pouncing.

Cecilia, however, remained composed—though a faint, proud smile tugged at her lips.

She had, after all, very recently been pressed against that very body, felt every hard plane and ridge beneath her hands and against her skin.

A quiet possessiveness flickered in her eyes.

Mika settled onto the bed, lying back casually.

And the moment he was situated, several of the doctors sidled up to Fauna, whispering excitedly in scandalized tones.

”Lady Fauna!” One hissed. ”What kind of training regimen does your son follow? He’s absolutely ripped!”

”Seriously—those abs! That back! How long has he been working out to look like that?”

”He must be an absolute sight at the beach or pool. I mean...look at him!”

Fauna, who had also been staring in a daze, startled at the sudden questions. Her cheeks flushed warmly.

”I—I don’t really know.” She stammered. ”He is quite active, doing the most random stuff.”

”But...is his body it really that impressive?”

The doctors nodded vigorously.

”Are you kidding?” One whispered. ”It’s insane! His proportions are perfect—like a statue come to life!”

”And that back! Did you see it when he turned? It’s like a wall of pure muscle. I almost asked if we could take reference photos for...science.”

Cecilia smirked faintly but said nothing, clearly enjoying the moment of quiet possessiveness.

Meanwhile, Fauna’s thoughts as she listened.

She had always known Mika was handsome—his face alone turned heads everywhere—but hearing these women, accomplished professionals, practically swoon over his body forced her to truly see it.

And she did see.

Every sculpted line, every powerful curve.

Her son was...magnificent.

A slow, dizzying warmth spread through her chest—and lower—mingling with the embarrassment and confusion that had been building all day.

She swallowed hard, unable to tear her gaze away.

And little did Mika know that, entirely by accident, Cecilia had already planted the crucial seed earlier:

no normal mother would ever feel this way about her son.

And now, without realizing it, her colleagues were watering that seed with enthusiastic praise—helping push Fauna further along the very path Mika secretly wanted her on.

If he knew how effectively they were assisting his deepest wish—to be seen by her not as a boy, but as a man—he would have happily treated every single one of them to the most expensive dinner in the city.

But for now, Fauna took a moment to guide the doctors through the basics of the custom machinery.

She explained the purpose of each probe array, the function of the glowing sensor rings, the calibration sequences, and how the data streams were routed through her proprietary algorithms.

At first, the doctors nodded confidently, thinking they were following along—but the deeper she went, the more their eyes widened in realization.

”This...This is far more complicated than I expected.” One murmured, staring at a holographic readout. ”The energy signatures alone are using metrics I’ve never seen.”

”Exactly.” Another added, scrolling through a diagnostic panel. ”I thought I understood advanced imaging, but this is...something else entirely.”

Still, with Fauna’s patient instruction, they managed to grasp enough to assist.

One by one, they approached Mika, carefully placing adhesive suction pads across his broad chest, clipping delicate sensors to his fingertips, attaching thin conductive bands around his wrists and ankles.

Soon, his sculpted torso was crisscrossed with wires and cords, the various leads trailing like vines to the surrounding machines.

He looked like the subject of some intense, futuristic experiment gone slightly overboard.

But he didn’t care and simply closed his eyes, completely at ease.

Fauna stood by his side, tablet in hand, watching the machines hum to life with a soft, rising whine.

The tests began.

Screens flickered. Graphs spiked and dipped in patterns no one but Fauna seemed to understand.

Numbers scrolled in values far outside normal human ranges—some readings so high they should have triggered alarms, others oscillating in ways that defied medical logic.

The doctors exchanged confused glances.

”Is...Is that supposed to say his core energy output is in the terawatt range?” one whispered.

”And what does a negative diavalo coefficient even mean?”

”It’s all encrypted to us.” Another sighed. ”I have no idea what any of this signifies.”

Only Fauna nodded calmly, swiping through her tablet with quiet confidence, occasionally adjusting a dial or confirming a sequence.

Then Cecilia, monitoring a secondary console, froze.

Her face drained of color. She stared at one particular readout, then double-checked it, eyes widening in horror.

She then hurried to Fauna’s side, crouching slightly to whisper urgently in her ear.

”Lady Fauna! Lady Fauna...Look at this!”

She said, voice trembling as she tilted her tablet.

”The mana-capacity and mana-flow scanner—it has to be malfunctioning. The readings are absurd!”

”It’s not just showing elevated levels. It’s saying Mika’s body is actively producing mana on its own—like a self-sustaining reactor!”

”The volume is...impossible. It’s like he’s a walking nuclear core. This can’t be right. Something’s broken.”

Fauna glanced at the screen, then at Cecilia, a knowing, almost amused smile touching her lips.

”You’re right, Cecilia.” She said softly. ”The machine does seem to be broken.”

Cecilia’s eyes widened further. ”Then...should we shut it down? Just in case it harms him?”

Fauna shook her head gently. ”There’s no need. Let it run.”

Cecilia blinked, confused. She studied Fauna’s expression—the calm certainty, the complete lack of concern and a dawning suspicion flickered in her mind.

Was the machine broken...or was the reading accurate?

For a brief moment, she entertained the impossible thought: that Mika’s body truly was generating and containing that much raw mana energy.

Then she shook her head sharply, muttering under her breath. ”That’s absurd. No way.”

She returned to her station, pushing the thought aside, and continued the tests.

Hours passed.

The sun dipped low outside the tinted windows, painting the room in warm orange hues, but no one noticed the time.

The doctors were utterly engrossed—asking Fauna endless questions, watching in awe as each new scan revealed layers of data no textbook had ever prepared them for.

When the final sequence completed and the machines powered down with a descending hum, the team actually looked disappointed.

”That’s it?” One doctor asked sadly.

”I could do this for days.” Another admitted. ”Lady Fauna, thank you—so much—for letting us be part of this.”

”We understand now why you chose us for this.” A third added gratefully. ”It was an honor.”

Fauna smiled warmly. ”You all did wonderfully. I’m glad you found it valuable.”

Mika, however, was far less enthusiastic.

He groaned as he sat up, rolling his shoulders.

”Finally.” He muttered, beginning to peel off the wires and pads. ”My back is killing me. This is exactly why I hate these tests—hours of lying perfectly still.”

He stood, stretching his arms overhead, muscles flexing impressively as he worked out the stiffness.

That was when one of the younger doctors noticed something.

Her face went scarlet.

She grabbed the arm of the doctor beside her.

”Look—look over there!”

One by one, heads turned.

Then blushes exploded across the room.

Because of the prolonged heat from the machines—and the physical exertion of simply enduring the scans—Mika had broken into a light sweat.

Beads glistened on his chest, shoulders, and abs which made him even more hotter.

But more shockingly, that same sweat had soaked into the thin medical shorts he wore.

The fabric, now damp and clinging, had turned nearly translucent.

And it left nothing to the imagination.

The full, thick outline of his penis was clearly visible—long, heavy, hanging down the leg of the shorts so far that, had they been even slightly shorter, the tip would have been exposed.

The shape was unmistakable, the girth impressive even in its relaxed state.

Below, the substantial swell of his balls created a pronounced, rounded bulge that strained against the material.

The room went deathly silent except for soft, collective gasps.

Then the whispers started—hushed, scandalized, and utterly enamored.

”Oh my Goddess...it’s huge...”

”How is that even...real?”

”Look at how far it goes down...almost to his knee...”

”And those...those are his balls? They’re massive...”

Mika, completely oblivious, continued stretching—arching his back, raising his arms, twisting side to side—only making the clinging fabric shift and the outline even more pronounced.

Cecilia and Fauna turned at the same moment.

Cecilia gulped deeply, but there was a flicker of pride in her eyes—she had experienced that very size firsthand not long ago.

Fauna, however, felt her heart slam against her ribs.

She had seen Mika naked before—many times, in fact.

They sometimes cuddled skin-to-skin for comfort, especially after long, difficult days.

She had always noticed he was...generously endowed, unusually so, but she had dismissed it as a natural part of his growth, nothing more.

But now?

Now, with everything Cecilia had said echoing in her mind, with the doctors earlier praise of his body still fresh, Fauna couldn’t look away.

Her gaze locked on the thick, heavy shape beneath the damp fabric.

Her pulse raced.

Heat pooled low in her belly.

To her horror, she felt her body respond—her pussy beginning to throb faintly, a familiar slick warmth gathering once more.

The doctors, recovering from their initial shock, crowded around Cecilia again—eyes bright, voices low and eager.

”Cecilia!” one hissed. ”Did you know even before you met him? Is that why you were interested since I wouldn’t blame you if you said you did.”

”That thing is enormous! How do you even handle something like that?”

”You’ve been keeping this to yourself? You have to share details—this isn’t fair!”

”Wait—is he hard right now? Because even if he is, it’s insane, but...it would make slightly more sense.”

They all nodded hopefully.

Cecilia bit her lip, a shy, almost proud smile forming.

”Actually...no.” She murmured. ”He’s completely soft right now. That’s just...how he is normally.”

Silence.

Then a collective gasp.

”Soft?!” another squeaked. ”When he’s hard, it gets even bigger?!”

Cecilia nodded, shyly. ”Much bigger. And thicker. Honestly...no woman should take it without serious preparation.”

The room practically swooned.

One doctor actually slumped against the console, fanning herself dramatically.

Another clutched her chest. ”I...I need to sit down.”

Fauna, meanwhile, couldn’t tear her eyes away.

She had always seen it soft—hanging heavy and relaxed against his thigh during their innocent cuddles.

But now her mind betrayed her completely.

She imagined it.

Fully hard.

Thick, rigid, pulsing with need.

How it would feel in her hands.

How it would stretch a woman—how it would feel inside.

She shook her head frantically, trying to banish the thought.

But her eyes drifted back—again and again—just like every other woman in the room.

Cecilia, watching the stunned, hungry expressions around her, allowed herself a small, secret smile.

They could only look at his toy.

But she had played with it—ridden it, felt it deep inside her, tasted it.

But little did she know that tonight, without any of them knowing...

Fauna would too.

She would finally wrap her lips around her son’s impressive length, taste him, feel him throb against her tongue—lost to the desire she had been fighting all day.

...Some toys, after all, were meant to be shared with family.

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