Lusteria's Rejected Dynamite Routine
In the pristine and unspoiled Caboni Forest, the fresh, vibrant scent of lush undergrowth washed over them pleasantly, while the charming chirps of baby birds tickled their ears. At the lower elevations of the Caboni Forest, beneath the Decastras Mountain Range, the ogre chieftain Oun and the warriors of the ogre tribe had gathered in the village clearing. Standing before them were Lusteria and Nella.
Lusteria wore an inner crop top that boldly exposed her slender neckline, graceful shoulders, and narrow waist. The somewhat tight fit of the top made the curves of her body stand out vividly against the fabric. Her lower half was clad in long pants that reached her ankles, yet these too were form-fitting, clearly showcasing her soft, elegant legs.
“Alright! Everyone, follow along slowly!”
Before the ogres, who could not hide their sky-high expectations and were brimming with excitement, Lusteria stretched her body out fully and began her routine. She reached both arms high overhead, elongating her entire frame. As her waist arched slightly backward, her ample breasts thrust forward prominently.
Lusteria tilted her upper body from side to side, bending at the waist as far as she could. Each time the direction of gravity shifted, the shape of her large breasts changed noticeably. She straightened both legs wide apart, then bent forward at the waist to touch the ground. Every time she gave a little bounce and shook her hips, her generous chest swayed back and forth.
She pressed her palms and elbows together without letting them separate, then extended them upward in a rather difficult pose—one she performed with practiced flexibility. The pressure from her joined arms squeezed her large breasts together, lifting them higher as her arms rose and causing her upper cleavage to swell enticingly.
“One! Two! One! Two!”
Nella found herself utterly unable to concentrate on the exercises Lusteria was demonstrating. No matter the pose or movement, Lusteria’s enormous breasts boasted overwhelming destructive power, instantly shattering Nella’s focus and clouding her mind. Whenever Lusteria shook her body or bent with full effort in certain positions, the already skimpy inner crop top exposed even more of those magnificent breasts, stealing Nella’s attention completely.
She kept remembering the stimulating scene from that morning—being held in Lusteria’s arms and seeing her bare breasts up close. The sweet scent of her body had been close enough to inhale from the valley between those soft mounds. She had even glimpsed the faint, seductive crimson of the areolas at the peaks of those breasts that should have remained hidden. The memory of that alluring flesh made it impossible for Nella to watch the current Lusteria properly.
“Hup! Mmm! Hah! Hyah!”
Lusteria was simply burning with pure enthusiasm and letting her voice ring out, yet the sounds she made while moving her body carried a strangely erotic undertone. Beads of sweat gradually formed on her fair skin, making it glisten with moisture, while a healthy flush crept across her cheeks. The sight was incredibly captivating.
Nella thought once again that succubi truly were special. It was astonishing that Lusteria could radiate such desperate, intense allure without even intending to. If even a woman like herself found it this mesmerizing, there was no doubt men would melt and lose their minds completely.
When her thoughts reached that point, Nella grew worried about the ogres and turned her gaze toward them. She feared how the hot-blooded ogre warriors might react to this display. It would be troublesome if any of them lost control and behaved rudely toward Lusteria.
“Mmm.”
“Mm.”
“Hmmm.”
Nella had at least expected the ogres’ breathing to grow rough. Even she, a fellow woman, felt a subtle sexual charm from the sight; for men, it would be perfectly natural for their eyes to glaze over. Yet the ogres looked as if every trace of the excitement and anticipation they had shown before Lusteria began moving had vanished cleanly. Instead, they stood with arms crossed or hands on their chins, watching her movements with calm, focused attention. They resembled researchers or scholars observing an intriguing phenomenon.
Some even clicked their tongues or sighed as if displeased. Only then did Nella recall the unique traits of the ogre warriors, and a complicated mix of emotions washed over her.
“Haa… haa… This is the Sexy Dynamite Body Exercise Routine I designed myself!”
With slightly labored breathing, Lusteria finished her routine and continued her explanation, her face puffed up with expectation. She had wanted to present and spread an effective workout method to the ogres, who loved exercise and training. The title of the plan was Warrior Training Supervisor Lusteria.
“Hmmm. Secretary girl, what do you think is the advantage of this exercise?”
“Umm! It stimulates every muscle in the body with the absolute minimum expenditure of stamina! You get maximum results with minimal effort! It’ll melt away stubborn fat beautifully too!”
“Krrrrrrrr!! Soft!! Too soft!! Far too soft!!!”
Oun could not contain his intense emotions at Lusteria’s confident explanation and roared out loud. At his violent reaction, Lusteria flinched involuntarily, and Nella—startled as well—reflexively wrapped her arms around Lusteria to shield her. It was an instinctive move to protect the delicate succubus. However, Oun had no intention of harming her.
“This kind of childish play is completely useless! Brothers! Let us show them the true form of us ogres!!!”
“Hoom!!!”
“Unleash!!!”
“Hoom!!!”
The ogre warriors responded in perfect unison to Oun’s fierce command. The moment the order was given, they all ripped off their upper garments. Their bulging, enormous muscles swelled dynamically as if each possessed a will of its own. Veins thicker than Lusteria’s fingers writhed like snakes, and their muscle layers were so dense that they actually made audible sounds when flexed.
“Front Double Biceps!!!”
“Hoom!!!”
All at once, the ogres struck their signature muscle-displaying poses. With both arms bent upward, they proudly showcased their biceps, various arm muscles, and pectorals—revealing their entire upper bodies. Lusteria covered her eyes with both hands and screamed.
“Kyaaaaaah…!!”
While Neromeltia and Beatrice had suffered through the ogres’ muscle exhibition, Lusteria had been on her way back after discovering the barrier built by the humans and had missed the spectacle. Yet today she finally experienced the same complex, uncomfortable feelings the Demon Lord and her maid had felt that day.
In contrast, Nella observed their display with relative calm. She even appeared somewhat impressed, sincerely praising their physiques. Oun, seeing Nella compliment the muscles that were both their pride and lifelong aspiration, felt deeply moved. With a warm smile that made the corners of his eyes moist, he grabbed Nella’s arm.
Even though Nella stood at two hundred mentols tall, she was nothing more than a small girl in the eyes of Oun, who neared six hundred mentols. His thick palm completely covered her arm from elbow to wrist. As he ran his hand over her forearm, his thumb spread out to feel her biceps and triceps.
“Nella, you too possess truly impressive muscles! To have cultivated such perfect musculature with only a small two-hundred-mentol frame is astonishing! These are ideal muscles—agile yet brimming with powerful strength!”
Oun released her and continued to praise her well-trained muscles with genuine admiration and bold enthusiasm. Had any other man touched Nella like that, she would have thrown a punch without hesitation. But there was not the slightest hint of impurity or lust in Oun’s demeanor, so she could not react. Instead, his hands burned with pure passion for muscle, a sincerity so profound that even an outsider unfamiliar with the context would sense its nobility.
“Brothers! Let us follow the example of our Engineering Captain Nella and strive to create even more ideal muscles!”
“Ooh! Muscle Goddess! Nella!”
“Ideal muscles! Nella!”
“Uoooooh! The greatest muscles! Nella!”
Nella’s face flushed bright red with embarrassment. Even though the ogres’ intentions were pure, shouting about a grown woman’s muscles in such loud voices only served to humiliate her publicly.
“P-please stop! I am not that muscular!”
“Nonsense! If there is a goddess of muscle, it is Nella!”
“Excessive modesty is harmful! Accept our praise graciously, Nella!”
Completely unaware that Nella was feeling embarrassed as a woman, the ogres only intensified their barrage of compliments. Behind the flustered and troubled Nella, who was enduring the overwhelming and mortifying praise, Lusteria watched the scene with a complicated expression.
Suddenly Oun approached Lusteria, arms still crossed, and looked down at her body with careful scrutiny. He tilted his head, scratched his scalp with one finger, and appeared to ponder for a moment. Just as Lusteria began to show an awkward smile at his abrupt behavior, Oun let out a sigh and spoke to her.
“Secretary girl, you need to exercise more. Your whole body is nothing but soft and squishy. This is just… lumps of flesh.”
“Uuuuuuuu…!!!”
For a brief moment, Lusteria felt an inexplicable mix of shame and indignation. She clenched her fists tightly, her body trembling. Not once in her life had she ever felt inadequate about her own body. Especially Neromeltia, her beloved master, had always showered her body with countless compliments and sweet whispers.
Yet the very body her master constantly praised with affection was now being dismissed by Oun as nothing more than flabby, under-exercised flesh. Possessing considerable intellect, she understood that from Oun’s muscle-obsessed perspective, such an assessment was possible. Still, she could not simply ignore the strange sense of humiliation and displeasure.
After much deliberation, she had created her Sexy Dynamite Body Exercise Routine—an undeniably effective workout that engaged the entire body without any glaring flaws. However, she had overlooked one crucial fact: exercise had ranks. To beings who trained by lifting and swinging massive boulders and logs on a colossal scale, calisthenics looked like nothing more than children’s play.
With her shoulders slumped in defeat, Lusteria trudged toward the gate. Nella tried to follow after her, but the ogre warriors surrounding her and showering her with praise refused to let her escape. By the time she finally managed to break free and follow, enough time had passed for a cup of tea to grow cold.
Nella crossed the gate with concern, wondering how she might comfort the repeatedly disappointed Lusteria. Yet when she arrived at the plaza of the Demon Lord Castle, what she found was not a dejected and sulking Lusteria. Instead, she saw a brand-new Lusteria—confidently dressed in her uniform, brimming with triumphant energy.