Chapter 42: Chosen - Tyrant

The cool afternoon breeze flowed through the window as Ryuji's body hung from the ceiling. He performed hanging sit-ups as sweat dripped down his firm, muscular body.

When he woke up, Ryuji began training himself. The world changed overnight, and he now knew who his enemies were and that to continue living freely, his strength was imperative.

Beside him on the bed lay Yumiko, exhausted and completely naked. The sun from the main window illuminated her beautiful fair skin while her silky blonde fur shone brightly.

Each time Ryuji performed a set, he would spend a moment observing her.

"Nn... it hurts. My legs are so weak and sore."

Yumiko's vibrant eyes opened with a sly smile on her lips as she watched Ryuji above her.

The pair of them seemed to be exhibitionists, but their clothes ended up destroyed during last night's sex. Ryuji went to find a maid and asked for some replacements because walking around in armour all the time didn't feel good.

The metal and leather would get sweaty and stick to the thin tunics and shirts, causing him to sweat.

"Well, you are the one that asked me to keep going, right?"

Ryuji smirked. He stopped doing sit-ups and lowered himself to the ground, then moved on to push-ups, pushing his body into the air like a gymnast. He started vertical push-ups, able to perform them with two fingers, but used one hand at a time.

"Hmmm, your cock slaps around when you do that. Are you that vain?"

Yumiko watched his defined muscles flex with each push-up and could only spit false venom to stop her mind from becoming hot and bothered again; she felt his body even more attractive since they shared a bed, unable to stop herself from craving that pleasure once again.

Then she remembered.

"By the way... You said I was the best sex you ever had? Does this mean I wasn't your first?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Tch, asshole. I gave you my precious first time! Yet you sleep with anyone!"

"It's not my fault you weren't there. I said you were the best, no?"

"That's not the point, you idiot!"

Ryuji didn't continue speaking. His back muscles rippled and gleamed with sweat as his hands lowered to the ground, his defined core moving like a wave on his body.

The sound of his wet body and the exhaling of air echoed while Yumiko watched him with a strange gaze. Until a sudden knock came to the door, and a lovely voice sounded.

"Excuse me, Lord Ryuji, Lady Yumiko, I have brought you spare clothes..."

Her embarrassed tone made it clear she was the maid who saw Ryuji naked earlier as Ryuji ignored her. He would never break his sets or routine until finished, something his mother beat into him to avoid getting distracted and stopping halfway.

He must always complete the full set!

"Yumiko, get the door."

"This food is nice, Alan; I can understand why you'd want to stay in this place forever!"

Yumiko acted more refined, eating slowly despite normally being the same as Ryuji. For her, she didn't wish to embarrass him or make anyone speak ill of beastkin.

"Ha, Ryuji, you are technically a noble now, too, so you should eat with the grace befitting of one, not a wild monster that eats all it can!"

"And what if I don't want to act that way? Oi! Alan, you're eating with your hands, don't cheat me!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Haha!"

Yumiko realised that this noble Alan and Ryuji seemed to get along better than she had ever seen him before, except maybe that dreaded elf. She worried it was one of the previous sex experiences of her lover.

However, in that regard, Alan was as innocent as a toddler and only knew how to ride horses, swim, and drink tea with his mother.

"So, what have you been doing the last two days, Alan?"

"What do you think, fool?" Alan said while swallowing a huge potato with a wide grin. "Sorting out the mess you caused and arranging this."

He then tossed Ryuji a small diamond-plated card, which made him smirk for a moment before causing him to look strange.

"Tyrant?"

The card contained proof of his identity as a Chosen of the kingdom and his tentative rank of baronet.

However, each chosen seemed to have a nickname; Ryuji's was 'The Blood Tyrant', which made him feel embarrassed.

"Have you forgotten how you destroyed six knights single-handed like a death god, bathing in blood... The people came up with this name after your domineering and bloody debut."

Alan shook his head. "Some also call you The Demon King because of the way you faced that torment and look so amazing after returning... But that might be an awkward name, right?"

Ryuji nodded, accepting the title and what it entailed.

"When will we go into the dungeon, Alan? I'm eager to try my hand at hunting a few monsters."

"Not until tomorrow morning."

Alan waved his hands, his voice serious for once.

"I would love for you to go now, but the princess seeks to have a meeting with you in order to quell her doubts. Is that alright? The meeting will be after this meal, and Miss Yumiko will be meeting Sheila first to practise and see if she's up to the level of a C-Rank dungeon."

"The princess? Ah, that cute girl, okay?"

"You better not fuck her too...." Yumiko whispered while kicking his shin. "Be a good boy; otherwise, I'll bite you."

"Haha, stupid woman, as if I would do that..."