Tanjiro Muscles Novels & Stories

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

She eyed the staff through the window—another one, this time Japanese, his muscled arms flexing as he raked the sand. The family scattered, each drawn to their own distractions—none of them blind to the feast of male perfection surrounding them. ************************** The gym was cavernous, empty except for the clank of plates and the hum of AC. Rico stood by the squat rack, his bare torso slick with sweat, every muscle carved like dark marble. He was a monster—six-five at least, with shoulders that stretched the seams of possibility. His black hair curled damp against his neck, framing a face all sharp angles and cocky grins.

The shame that had felt so sharp simply dissolved, replaced by a deep, needy warmth. At that moment, Marcus walked into the room wearing only a pair of black pants that hung low on his hips. His powerful, muscular chest was now fully on display. It was broad, thick, and heavily defined from years of strength training. His shoulders were wide and imposing, tapering down to a strong, V-shaped torso with visible abs. The large black tattoo of a roaring lion on his left forearm seemed to come alive as his muscles flexed with every movement. A light dusting of dark hair covered his powerful pecs, trailing down in a thin line toward his waistband.