Hull''s suggestion to keep training honestly made her a little nervous.


    ...


    Hull showed up on the beach.


    Ss and Barnaby hurried over. Ss was the first to speak, a bit deferential, “Bro, Brett went to see Pops, but Idris chewed him out before he got there."


    Hull raised an eyebrow. "So he didn''t get to meet him?"


    "Nope." Ss nodded.


    Hull smirked, his mood obviously improving.


    He didn''t bother discussing Brett further, just turned to Ss. "Hey, get the kitchen


    to switch up Susie''s lunch today. Give her... uh..."


    Hull trailed off, suddenly uncertain.


    Ss asked, "What''s Susie craving?"


    Hull: "..."


    As if it was up to what she wanted. The point was... what should she eat to help with that issue?


    "What kind of food helps, y''know, with... uh... bigger boobs?" Hull asked, straight- faced.


    Ss: "!!!"


    Barnaby: "???"


    Both guys froze, staring at Hull in utter shock.


    Ss''s mouth twitched. "Bro, did you just say...?"


    Hull stayed silent, not backing down.


    Barnaby tried to help, "He means food to, you know, help her fill out. Guess he thinks Susie''s frame is a bit... bony."


    Ss: "!!!"


    Uh... Wait, what?


    Food for, uh, bust enhancement?


    For a split second, both of them pictured Susanna''s t, skinny figure.


    Wasn''t that something she should be handling herself? But here was big brother, getting someone to make her special meals first.


    Barnaby thought to himself, Sincest night, bro really can''t take it anymore, huh? Just how bad is it? He was speechless.


    Ss just blushed bright red. He never expected Hull to care about that kind of thing.


    Both guys felt awkward as hell.


    Hull, on the other hand, was dead serious. "Yeah, tell them to make her extra portions of whatever helps."


    Ss nodded, still blushing. “Yes, sir."


    They left the beach together.


    Ss shot Barnaby a withering look after Barnaby''s bluntment about Susanna''s body.


    Barnaby just shrugged. "What now?"


    Ss sighed. "Man, you really need to learn some tact."


    Barnaby: "...What did I do now?"


    Honestly, these people were impossible to please. All he ever did was tell the truth.


    So apparently, telling the truth means you have no tact now?


    Susanna dragged her feet as she made her way to the beach.


    Hull was already waiting. Susanna asked, "What''s on today''s training menu?


    Please tell me there''s no moreps?"


    She''d run so manypstely, courtesy of Yvonne''s brutal training, her feet were covered in blisters.


    At first, the pain was unbearable, but now she''d gotten used to it.


    Thinking about the constant ache, Susanna felt a little bitter. She''d never


    imagined pain could be something you just got used to.


    Back in Portis City, even a papercut


    was enough to have her whining Now she had blisters and muscle


    pulls everywhere, and it barely phased her.


    Hull looked her over. "Come here."


    Susanna stepped up. "What for-ah!"


    Before she could finish, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her right into his arms.


    Susanna: "!!!"


    Wait-weren''t they supposed to be training?


    Hull''srge, warm hand squeezed her slim waist, and he couldn''t seem to resist giving her a little squeeze.


    Susanna squirmed. "Hey, what are you doing? That tickles."


    She barely got the words out before he just scooped her right up.


    She was so light, so small. Hull picked her up like she weighed nothing, like she was a kitten or a bunny.


    He called it "training," but honestly, Hull wasn''t exactly a pro at coaching people. Yyonne had already pushed Susanna hard thesest few weeks, and as a result, her stamina and endurance were way better than before. She could definitely run for her life if she needed to.


    Under the zing sun, Susanna aimed a pistol at a distant apple and nailed it in


    one shot. But if the target got any smaller, she missed.


    Hull stood behind her, asionally adjusting her stance.


    "Could you, uh, maybe stand a little farther away?" Susanna mumbled, flustered.


    It was already hot as hell out here,


    ??? 194


    and this man radiated even more heat. She was already waking up parched every morning after sleeping in his arms. And now, every time he corrected her form, his hand found her waist, his palm burning


    against her skin.


    Susanna felt herself getting hotter by the second...