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Chapter 79: The Training Ground Heat

Autor: Karensia
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-10-20 21:50:27

- WILLOW

The heavy leather punching bag swung back and forth, its iron chain squeaking loudly against the gym ceiling.

My fingers were wrapped tight in black tape, my grey tank top completely soaked through with sweat.

I threw two fast jabs, a right hook, and a low kick into the leather, taking a deep, heavy breath as the bag thudded against the rubber mats.

"Your left elbow is dropping, Princess," a lazy, familiar voice called out from the weight rack behind me.

I stopped mid-stride, wiping s
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