[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

You raise an eyebrow, smile, and ask him, "You want to help me?"

Nicoto looked down at you, his thin lips parting to utter a deep, resonant voice.

"Let me help you."

Upon receiving a response, your face flushed even more, but you lowered your eyes and remained silent.

A few seconds later, the sound of the showerhead spraying water came from the bathroom...

ch.256: Self-punishment

[Rookie ID 255, I have arrived successfully, please proceed!]

In the dimly lit room with the curtains drawn, a pair of intertwined figures on the bed were shrouded in dark sheets.

You lie face down on a rising and falling chest with your eyes closed and your breathing even. The bulging pectoral muscles support your face, as soft and bouncy as a pillow.

There is a hand on each side of the waist and back, a protective posture as if it can catch you if you slip down.

When the alarm went off, you and Nicole opened your eyes at the same time.

You lazily raise your hand to rest on his chest, cross your hands to support your chin, and look at him with a smile.

Good morning, Nicholas.

Nicoto stared blankly at you with his hazy blue eyes, then gently wrapped his strong hands around your lower back.

Good morning, my first glimpse of the sun.

You were taken aback for a moment, then smiled and praised him, "How come you've become so sweet-talking after just one night's sleep?"

Nicole pursed her lips and explained softly, "Our relationship wasn't stable enough before, and we were worried... that saying anything too intimate might make you feel uncomfortable."

These words instantly softened your heart, and you reached out to stroke his cheek, sighing:

"I originally thought you were a grumpy little bear, but I didn't expect you to be such a sensitive little bear."

Nicole frowned: "Little Bear?"

You nodded in response: "Where we're from, the animal nickname for your country is 'hairy bear,' while 'little bear' is a more affectionate term. What, you don't like it?"

Russia is often associated with bears online, and since the country's symbolic animal is also a bear, some related nicknames have emerged.

Nicoto shook his head: "There's nothing I don't like..."

You jokingly tease him, "If you don't like this, we have plenty more. How about Polaris?"

It is said that in the early days of close Sino-Soviet relations, we used the name Beichen to refer to them in our exchanges.

The North Star, or Polaris, symbolized our recognition at the time of the Soviet Union's leading role on the path of socialism.

Nicholas shook his head again: "Polaris is too heavy, and it's a thing of the past. Angel, you can call me whatever you want; you'll call me by another name."

You give a soft "hmm," then poke his chest with your finger, your eyes filled with warning.

"No, I have to go for my morning exercise later."

Disappointment flashed in Nicoto's eyes, but he could only nod in agreement.

You prop yourself up, sit on his stomach, and then lean down to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Then I'll be going now. Go and carry out your mission with peace of mind. I'll wait for you to come back and find me."

"it is good."

Nicoto nodded in response, but his arms remained around you.

You patted his hand and coaxed him, "We can still keep in touch by phone, don't worry, I won't forget you."

Only after he said that did he finally let go.

You nodded in satisfaction: "Good little bear."

After saying that, you decisively got out of bed, quickly put on your clothes, and left.

Separation only makes it harder to let go; it's better to be more natural and carefree.

Your figure disappeared completely from Nicoto's sight as the door closed.

[Leaving so decisively, how heartless.]

[Shut up, you piece of trash! I don't want to hear your voice for a long time to come!]

[Agreed, Nicholas, we need to impose some punishment.]

Nicoto lowered his eyes.

punish...

Through long-term disputes and cooperation, they have also developed their own set of rules for coexistence, including the allocation of bodily control, decision-making methods for important matters, and punishments for making mistakes.

However, as a coexisting and inseparable relationship, if one personality makes a mistake, it is equivalent to both of them making a mistake.

Therefore, the fact that I hurt you is not the responsibility of any one personality alone, but rather the responsibility of Nicoto.

Punishment, on the other hand, is when other personalities force the erring personality to take control of the body and then use the body to endure the pain of corporal punishment.

The methods of corporal punishment were prepared by Nicoto and included, but were not limited to, whipping, electric shock, suffocation, kneeling as punishment, and other forms of self-punishment.

They were born from abuse, and what they feared most was naturally this kind of physical harm. Yet they still made a pact that they could not escape when they were punished, otherwise there would be a next time, and the next time, and the next time, until they were forced to submit and accept it.

This is a constraint and control over one's personality, and also a twisted obsession that Nicholas uses to remind himself and maintain hatred.

Nicole threw off the still-warm blankets and walked naked through the chilly room, finally kneeling down to take a black storage box from the wardrobe.

Nicole opened the box, looked at the various items inside, and her indifferent voice echoed in the room.

"Two options, choose for yourself."

[Nicto, choose the ice block and electric shock as punishment! Let that trash experience the feeling of an ice and electric combo!]

His irritable, low voice betrayed an excited urging.

[Ice cubes won't do. We have to gather later, so let's use electric shocks and suffocation. Let him experience a punishment ten times more painful than Angel's.]

A gentle, low voice followed, but now it was tinged with resentment.

Although the punishment is applied to a specific personality, the body remains the same, and we cannot allow serious physical damage to affect the important matters that follow.

Nicholas did not respond, but waited quietly.

A dozen seconds later, having received his answer, Nicoto reached for the box he had just opened...

Having already left, you have no idea what is about to happen in the room where you spent the night.

You're being tortured by the sudden extra training; normally, you should be able to handle it.

But last night's exertion made the new physical training very difficult for you.

"Forty-eight...ah!"

You struggle to get up from the unsupported mat you were lying on, and try to do sit-ups, but halfway up, you suddenly fall back onto the mat.

"Tch... What's wrong with you today? You're not doing well already?"

Wang Zhiqiang walked up to you, squatted down beside you, and looked down at you with a teasing smile.

You glared at him, defiantly saying, "This move is indeed quite difficult; if you're so capable, then you try it!"

Wang Zhiqiang raised an eyebrow: "I'll do it. I can easily make more than forty-eight in a minute."

You don't believe me: "You're kidding, this isn't even a basic sit-up."

Sit-ups usually only require the upper body to lift off the ground, but what you are doing now is a more difficult version, which requires the hips to also lift off the ground and the body to stand up.

Although it only adds a little difficulty, the extra time and effort required is not just a little.

Wang Zhiqiang yelled "Hey!" and pulled you up, then lay down himself.

"Hold my legs tighter."

He's making demands of you.

You looked on with suspicion: "Do I still need to help you stretch your legs?"

A smug look appeared on Wang Zhiqiang's upright face as he jokingly said:

"It's about holding onto their legs. I'm afraid if I do it too fast, I'll fly away if no one holds me!"

"Do you think you're some kind of rocket?"

You make a joke with a smile, then sit down in front of his toes, pressing down on his feet and then reaching out to support his firm calves with both hands.

ch.257: Blizzard's Lessons

With everything ready, Wang Zhiqiang placed his hands loosely on either side of his head and then spoke to remind you.

"Girl, we can start now. Get ready to count."

You scoffed and replied, "Leave it to me, I promise I won't give you an extra one."

Then, after you shouted "Start!", the calf you were holding instantly tensed up, turning into hard muscles as you held it firmly.

Wang Zhiqiang, who was lying on the mat, suddenly lifted up, his back and buttocks leaving the ground and leaping into the air.

As he leaped into the air, his waist and hips thrust forward as well!

Because of the exertion, the outline of his taut abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen under his tight long-sleeved combat uniform. Below that were dark combat camouflage pants, but at this moment, due to the upward thrust, the bulge was unusually obvious!

Your expression instantly froze!

However, Wang Zhiqiang did not notice your abnormality, and continued to lie down, then jump up again, and diligently continued his training.

Your gaze is slightly lowered. Although you are in a very serene state right now, he is, after all, someone you like, and you will still have a psychological reaction to this action.

It's...strange, it's like a eunuch going to a brothel!

Meanwhile, the people opposite, diligently training, seemed completely unaware of what was happening.

A minute later, Wang Zhiqiang stopped what he was doing, slightly out of breath, and asked you.

"So, how many did I make?"

Your uncertain answer: "55...or 56?"