Commandant and his Constructs [PGR]

Chapter 12

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel like crap... Ugh. How are you so agile?"

"Experienced training overall. Although the results were quite... Pitiful." Bianca looked on at the Commandant who was crouched a bit, gripping his knees as he pants heavily. Sweat running down his forehead, his entire body is on fire.

"Hey... Gimme a break. I don't exercise at all!" Commandant gulped as he looked at Bianca. Frowning at the Construct, he's not envious at all... Not at all.

"Come now..." The other voice that didn't speak at all finally spoke out. "This is why you exercise, to entrust you're healthy and able to function correctly." Bridget smiled.

"Huff" A simple pant left the Commandant as both women looked at him. "Can... Can we take a break?"

"Nonsense. We'll continue immediately!" Bridget said.

"Agreed. We have no time to waste. We gotta train until we can't move any more!" Bianca said.

"..." Commandant sweats nervously, seeing them both fierce and passionate for a thing like this is scary.

Activating stealth mode—

Grip

"You're not going anywhere." Commandant froze as he felt a hand grip his shoulder as his body was turned away from both the females.

"..." Shakily, he turned around to face Bridget, who held him firmly in place. He feels her sweaty hand on his shoulder. "I-I'm not going anywhere—"

"Run. Now."

"Y-Yes m-ma'am..."

The Leader of the Support Force is truly terrifying...

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Aftermath

"..."

"I think we've killed him."

"Nonsense. He's probably exhausted with that weak body of his. Hey, you alive?"

Step Step

"Uhhh..."

"You see? He's fine." Bridget looked down at the Commandant, her foot grinding down on his head as she stopped the pressure she put on her foot. Good, he's alive... She totally didn't think they killed him. Totally...

"Ugh~"

"!" She found herself blushing at the squirms of the man.

Step

"S-Stop it already..." Commandant weakly said.

"..." She might get addicted to this.

Bianca meanwhile stared at Bridget with a disapproving gaze.

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I'm never exercising again."

"That's unhealthy to do Commandant."

"After what I've been through today, I fear exercise."

"You've gone wimpy." Lucia stared at the Commandant whose face is deep into his pillow. Laying on his front in his bed, his leg and arm hanging on the side of the bed as he groaned.

Muffled groaning was all she heard from the man.

"Sigh Is there anything you want to make you feel better?" She asked the man.

"... No. I'm too exhausted to do anything." Commandant replied. "My limbs are still on fire, and everything hurts now. Also my head... My poor head."

"What happened with your head?"