Chapter Nine: The Soul-Stealing Enchantment (Part Two)

As Instructor Arnold had said, some people were simply too much. Their clumsy acting and the ill-suited scenes made their feigned injuries easily exposed right from the start, and Arnold wasted no time in doling out punishments that left the offenders wailing and complaining. Those punished received no sympathy at all—who could feel sorry for them when they claimed to twist their ankles while standing at attention? Impossible!

Adams, even after being punished twice, showed no sign of improvement. Having worked in society for several years, he had been practicing the Mighty Power Technique for many years and had already reached the second level, giving him stamina far beyond that of most new recruits. The bedtime chats before rest were his stage for outrageous boasts.

"You have no idea! My heavens, that lady military medic is truly the woman of my dreams! I swear, I’ll marry no one but her in this life!" Adams, with a lovestruck expression, put on his infatuation show before everyone. "Oh! Someone, please tell me her name, and I’ll be grateful for life!"

"Christine!" Zhao Li, unable to stand Adams’ nauseating words any longer, answered from nearby. "Adams, the lady medic’s name is Christine. I don’t need your lifelong gratitude—just shut up now!"

"Oh, what a beautiful name!" Adams was just about to continue his lyrical praise when a shower of boots flying through the air cut him off. Most hadn’t even seen Christine, so they weren’t tempted. After a full day’s training, rest was precious—no one could tolerate Adams’ endless praises at such a time.

The next morning at assembly, Instructor Arnold had planned to sternly rebuke a few restless recruits, but suddenly noticed that all eyes in the ranks were no longer on him. The rhythmic, light footsteps in his ears told him someone was approaching. Seeing the recruits’ poor composure, Arnold could only close his eyes and slap his forehead. Of course, the very thing he feared came to pass. Just yesterday he had hoped to drill his recruits to exhaustion, so they’d collapse into bed and dream, leaving no energy for idle thoughts. But man proposes, heaven disposes.

Christine, the lady medic, walked lightly to the front of the recruits. A bit timid, she asked Instructor Arnold, "Instructor, may I have Zhao Li undergo another physical examination?" The softness in her voice and demeanor could awaken a protective urge in any man standing before her.

Arnold nearly shouted aloud, "Christine, what exactly are you up to?" But he kept the words to himself; he knew from previous experience this enchantress would never let his plans succeed so easily. After last session’s lessons, he was mentally prepared.

"Zhao Li, step forward!" Arnold commanded loudly. The matter had reached this point; all eyes were on the enchantress. Whether anyone could withstand the test depended on their own performance. She was right—if an officer couldn’t resist even this level of temptation, he’d be exhausted to death once truly made an officer.

The lady medic marched with perfect precision, leading Zhao Li away and drawing all gazes with her. Her devilish figure and the tailored uniform accentuated every dangerous curve. The contrast between her fragile body and the strong military stride gave her an unforgettable allure.

Watching the peerless beauty depart, everyone couldn’t help but feel a touch of envy for Zhao Li. So it turned out that poor health was sometimes a blessing—for at moments like this, one could leave with a beautiful woman. And soon, he’d receive her attentive, thorough, close-up examination. Just thinking about it sent a surge of excitement through their veins.

"All personnel, run—march!" A thunderous shout rang in their ears, reminding them they were still in training and couldn’t afford distraction. Instructor Arnold had caught them off guard—everyone would be punished with a run.

Zhao Li, however, wasn’t as delighted as the others imagined. Another examination—did this mean something was wrong with his body? Compared to his health, having a few beauties around didn’t stir any distracting thoughts. All the way, he worried: was there something wrong with him, or had his long-hidden secret finally been discovered?

He walked anxiously to the medical room. As soon as they entered, Christine’s earlier seductive manner vanished completely. Zhao Li, preoccupied with his own worries, didn’t notice the change.

"Sit over there," ordered the lady medic. No matter her demeanor, she was still an officer, and orders had to be obeyed.

"What did you feel while practicing the Body Strengthening Technique?" Christine turned on the recording device and began to document.

"Very normal, nothing special, ma’am!" As soon as she spoke, Zhao Li realized this was no ordinary physical exam, but a purposeful investigation. He just didn’t know whether it concerned his secret or the fact he’d never practiced a first-level technique.

"How many cycles do you complete per session?" These were basic questions, but Christine asked in detail.

"Nine cycles, ma’am!" The situation made Zhao Li even more cautious. He answered loudly but carefully, not daring to relax. He had worked hard to keep his secret for years; he didn’t want to end up as a guinea pig—never!

"Relax, soldier," Christine noticed Zhao Li’s tension and tried to soothe him. "This is nothing difficult, nothing serious. Just relax, and you’ll be fine." Her voice was soft and pleasant.

Zhao Li awkwardly realized he was slipping once more into that dizzying feeling. Though he kept a trace of vigilance, his body reacted unconsciously. Something was definitely wrong here. He couldn’t help but glance at the beautiful medic, noticing the indescribable tenderness on her face.

This only made Zhao Li even more nervous; his body stiffened, tense as a bowstring. The medic immediately sensed the anomaly and sighed softly before asking another question. "How much time does each cycle take?"

Her tone seemed to shift slightly, and Zhao Li noticed the atmosphere returning to normal. It must be something unusual about the lady medic, otherwise, such uncontrollable reactions wouldn’t occur.

"Twenty minutes, ma’am!" He could not refuse her questions, and with a slight sigh of relief, Zhao Li answered truthfully, exaggerating just a little.

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