When Kisha and Duke returned to their training, they wasted no time jumping right back into it.
Kisha began explaining the essence of Aura—its origins, how to awaken it, what sets it apart from other energies, and its fundamental principles. She covered everything necessary to understand what truly makes Aura, Aura.
Surprisingly, Duke grasped the core essence of it all with just a single explanation, without even breaking a sweat. Kisha raised an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback—then it hit her. She had almost forgotten that the man standing before her was a born genius, a monster when it came to growing stronger and mastering concepts effortlessly.
She had gotten too used to his playful antics around her.
When Duke got serious, he exuded an undeniable aura of dominance and strength. Right now, he was the very embodiment of power—his sharp intelligence and deep understanding only amplifying his presence.
For some reason, Kisha found this side of him irresistibly sexy and manly. She loved it.
Without even realizing it, her explanations became increasingly physical. When describing how to keep his aura centered in his core, her fingers instinctively traced along his abs, gliding upward to his chest. She was so absorbed in the moment that she didn't even notice what she was doing.
But to anyone watching, the sultry look on her face would have told an entirely different story.
This time, Duke was completely focused on understanding Aura. Unlike Kisha, who could simply absorb the knowledge from the manual as if it were being downloaded into her mind, Duke had to process everything himself.
From the smallest details to the bigger picture, he needed to use his intellect, comprehension, and insight to piece everything together. He had to keep an open mind and a broad perspective to truly grasp what the manual's creator intended to convey.
Because of this intense concentration, Duke didn't notice Kisha's lingering touches or the way she was looking at him. He was too deep in thought to give meaning to her actions—unknowingly granting her a free pass to explore.
And Kisha? She absolutely loved it.
It wasn't until 008 spoke that reality crashed back in.
"Host, you've been touchy-feely from the very beginning. Are you hoping for something?"
Kisha choked on her own saliva, her fingers freezing mid-touch. "Shut up!" she hissed at 008, her face burning as if her deepest secret had just been exposed.
"What do you know? Kids should stay out of adult matters! Besides, what's wrong with me enjoying my husband's abs and biceps?" she retorted, indignant.
After all, she had never been like this before. She was only now starting to break down the thick walls around her heart. And truth be told, Duke was a god's greatest masterpiece of a man.
Even a stone would be moved by his presence—so how could she, his supposed wife, remain unaffected when she was around this walking embodiment of pure, unfiltered pheromones?
A little look here, a touch there—of course, she should have a free pass! If anything, she should be able to openly drool over her own husband.
Rolling her eyes at 008, Kisha dismissed the teasing voice in her head.
"Host! I'm not a child! Who told you I'm a child? You're a child! Your whole family is a child! Your husband is a child! Hmph!"
008 burst out angrily before retreating into the deepest part of Kisha's consciousness to sulk.
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