Sasha had a jaw-dropping figure. In her profile photo, she wore a white, tight-fitting crop top that revealed her sexy, defined abs.
Her golden blonde hair flowed effortlessly to one side, and her striking facial featuresâsharp nose, deep-set eyes, and chiseled bone structureâwere complemented by her fair, cold-toned skin and a bold, passionate smile.
One glance was enough to tell that she was one hell of a girl.
Charm index: 92. Only one past relationship.
Very clean and hygienic.
James pointed at her profile and asked the receptionist, "Does she speak English?"
The receptionist glanced at the profile and smiled. "She does, but not fluently."
"Perfect. I'll take her for one-on-one sessions," James said, nodding with satisfaction.
He had always heard that Russian women were on another level, and now, with his enhanced physique, he wanted to see if he could keep up.
He just hoped she wasn't someone insatiable.
And by "insatiable," he wasn't referring to money.
"Mr. James King, she's one of our star trainers, so her fees are slightly higher than the others."
"No problem. Just name the price. I'll pay for a full year upfront."
The receptionist's eyes lit up. A handsome man like James, not even asking the price before committing to a full yearâthis was clearly a big spender.
But dealing with high-profile clients could sometimes lead to trouble, especially when they treated the staff poorly. Worried about potential complications, she cautiously added:
"Just so you're aware, she's a Russian national and under special protections. Any inappropriate treatment could land you in legal trouble.
"Also, she's very straightforward and blunt, which has led to a few complaints from clients in the past. Are you sure you want to choose her?"
James didn't mind at all. He liked women who were direct.
"Yes, I'm sure. Swipe the card," he said confidently.
James handed over his card without hesitation. Normally, spending his own money stung a little, but knowing he could expense it through his "system" made it entirely guilt-free.
"A one-on-one personal trainer is 20,000 a month. Including facility fees, the total for a year comes to 300,000. Training schedules can be arranged between you and the trainer. Any additional nutritional supplements are billed separately," the receptionist explained.
Although James hadn't asked, the receptionist diligently provided all the details.
James nodded indifferently.
After swiping his card and signing the paperwork, a notification popped up in his mind.
[Goddess Database Updated]
Name: NatalishaAge: 24Height: 176 cmWeight: 60 kgCharm: 92Profession: Fitness TrainerTraits: Fiery and WildAffection Level: 5 (Acquainted)Relationship History: 1Reward Upon Romance: Big AppetiteAmount Spent: 300,000
[Big Appetite Skill]
Description: By consuming animals, there is a chance to gain their natural abilities, such as dynamic vision, scent detection, echolocation, danger sense, etc.Additionally: The skill allows storage of essential energy for up to 30 days.
In simpler terms: You are what you eat. Eat once, stay full for 30 days.
This skill was pretty overpowered.
James immediately wanted it.
He'd heard that tigers could mate up to 50 times a day and sustain it for 5-6 days straight. He wasn't sure if that was true, but with this skill, he could definitely test it out.
Of course, tigers were a protected species.
But if he just so happened to wander into a forest, got attacked by a tiger, and killed it in self-defense, surely eating the tiger wouldn't be a problem, right?
The only issue was that tigers were rare in the wild nowadays.
If he wanted to "try his luck"âahem, survive an attackâhe'd have to head to an uninhabited foreign forest.
Sitting in the lounge area, James smiled to himself, fantasizing about his "Big Appetite" plans as he quietly waited for Sasha to arrive.
She didn't have any classes scheduled today, so she wasn't at work yet.
Behind him, the two receptionists couldn't stop whispering about James, speculating about his wealth and family background.
Through their social media sleuthing, they discovered that James had just purchased a luxury apartment in the areaâa penthouse worth over 10 million.
Their eyes practically turned into heart shapes as they daydreamed about this rich, handsome man.
They were so distracted by their fantasies that they barely acknowledged any new clients who walked in.
Half an hour later, Sasha arrived.
Led by the receptionist, she approached James with a confident stride.
She extended her hand and greeted him with a wide smile,
"Privet! Nice to meet you."
As expected of a Russian girl, her smile was broad and charming, her arched brows and upturned nose adding a playful flair.
Her striking sapphire-blue eyes gave off an electric vibe, making it hard to look away when she focused on you.
She was tallânearly eye-to-eye with James, even in sneakers.
Her outfit was modest: a long-sleeved athletic jacket zipped up to her neck, paired with loose-fitting athletic pants. Nothing revealing.
James shook her hand lightly and replied with a smile, "Privet."
"I am Sasha, your personal trainer," she said formally, retracting her hand.
"I will help you achieve your fitness goals. I hope we work well together."
Her accent was a little thick, but her voice was sweet and clear, like the chirping of birds.
James nodded and gave a soft "Mm."
"What should I call you?" Sasha asked, her sparkling blue eyes locked on his.
"Whatever you like," James said, though in his mind, he was hoping she'd call him "husband."
"Then I'll call you 'Boss.' Let's start with a full body assessment, and then I'll design a workout plan tailored to you."
Sasha had worked with wealthy clients before, so she didn't mind James's aloof attitude.
She led him to the medical room, where they began a series of assessments.
First was his weight. After his bone density increased, James now weighed 120 kilograms (264 pounds).
At just under 180 cm (5'11"), he was surprisingly lean despite weighing so much.
The nurse performing the tests and Sasha, who reviewed the results, were both visibly shocked.
Then came the body fat percentage report: just 8%.
Sasha's jaw practically hit the floor.
From heart rate and blood pressure to urine tests, everything about James's health was textbook perfection.
As James removed his shirt for further measurements, Sasha's astonished gaze revealed a newfound respect.
This man's body was even stronger than she had imagined.
[System Notification: Sasha's Affection +5]
Admiration for strength was a natural human instinct.
James's physique was so sculpted that even other men would be tempted to reach out and touch it.
"Boss, your body is incredible. You're the fittest client I've ever worked with," Sasha said sincerely.
"It's okay," James replied humbly with a chuckle.
"You definitely don't need to lose weight. I recommend focusing on muscle-building exercises," Sasha suggested.
"I don't want to get too bulkyâit lowers IQ perception. Just focus on strength training," James instructed.
"Understood. Let's head to the second floor for a strength assessment," Sasha said.
She guided James to the changing area near the stairs, suggesting he switch into a loose tank top while she went to change as well.
When Sasha reappeared, her new outfit was nothing short of stunning.
A cropped white tank barely covered her upper body, paired with tight, short shorts that revealed just enough to tease the imagination.
The shorts clung to her hips, showcasing a perfect, round curve.
Her snow-white skin made her look both fierce and beautiful.
James felt a surge of excitement but managed to keep his composure, thanks to his superhuman self-control.
They moved to the squat rack on the second floor.
After watching Sasha demonstrate a few squats with flawless form, James almost lost it.
The way her perfectly rounded glutes moved with each squat was hypnotizing.
It was like watching a giant, ripe peach in motion.
No wonder she had client complaints.
With moves like that, who could possibly keep their focus?
If someone filmed her and posted it online, the thirsty crowd would lose their minds.
James took a deep breath, slapped his cheeks lightly, and tried to clear his mind.
This was a time for fitness, not distractions.
It was time to show off his true skills.