Pirate: This general is a bit drifting!

"Oh, alright."

The girl blushed, wondering if today was not a good time to learn the sword.

Although she was still slashing seriously, her mind was already far away.

Dasqi secretly glanced at Ximu and saw that Ximu's face was cold and solemn, looking like a strict teacher. Dasqi comforted herself subconsciously in her heart.

"Teacher Ximu is only seriously guiding me in my practice, and has absolutely no other intentions."

With a slash of the knife, Ximu ducked sideways.

Looking at the girl trapped in her own strategy, Ximu said that he had seen through Dasqi.

It seems that this naturally stupid girl is not only slow in other matters, but also in matters between men and women.

After she slaps him, if she doesn't ask immediately, as the number of times increases, it will become more difficult for her to refuse.

And she will fall into deep self-doubt and start to find reasons, strategies and convince herself.

After coughing slightly, Ximu continued his swordsmanship instruction.

"Look, if you raise your arm so much, does it make it easier to exert force?"

This time, Dasqi didn't even listen to what Ximu was saying.

Her mind went blank and her body became a little stiff.

in the training room.

Ximu stretched out his big hand, hugged Du Shiqi's shoulder, and gently slid his fingers down her shoulder.

Coupled with the heavy sweating during training, her clothes were wet, and the green body curves were clearly visible from Ximu's perspective.

"Teacher Ximu..."

Dasqi's voice was a little stuck, and she was so shy that she didn't know what to do.

She really didn't expect that Ximu would take action directly this time.

"Huh? What's wrong, did you listen to what I just said?" Ximu said pretending to be serious.

"Oh, I heard it." Dasqi said hurriedly.

But then Ximu asked again: "Then what did I just say?"

At this time, Dasqi blushed and was speechless. She was so anxious and ashamed that she could no longer care about the big hands that had begun to roam around her body.

"Teacher Ximu...please say it again, I, I didn't hear clearly just now."

I know you weren't paying attention!

Ximu smiled in his heart, and after repeating it, he pretended to be vicious and said.

"Learn swordsmanship from me. Please be more careful. If you are so careless next time, be careful and I will slap you again!"

"Yes……"

Dasqi's face turned red and she quickly took two steps back, covering her buttocks with her hands.

Obviously he remembered the scene just now.

At this time, a blush appeared on her face, starting from her cheeks and spreading to her ears and neck.

Lowering his head, Dasqi said in a waxy voice.

"Can you please stop punishing me like this...I'm not a child anymore."

"Huh? What are you talking about? Louder!"

Ximu pretended not to hear and asked loudly.

"No, nothing."

"Then continue."

"Yes."

Dasqi slashed at Ximu with his sword again, and Ximu dodged once again. Like last time, his big hands stuck to the girl's body and started to point.

The girl lowered her head and bit her lip hard.

She didn't know how to say no to this kind of instruction. It was a little different from the swordsmanship instruction she had imagined.

It's just that after the first time I couldn't say no, I could only endure it silently.

Every time Ximu gave advice, she would find a suitable reason in her heart to defend it.

These were all done by Teacher Ximu in order to help her improve her swordsmanship level more quickly.

More than an hour later.

Dasqi was completely too tired to move.

Ximu looked at Dasqi who was lying on the ground and never stood up no matter how hard he beat him, and sighed helplessly.

It seems that it has reached its limit.

Looking at Dasqi, Ximu suddenly felt a little guilty about his strict training. In order to make up for his guilt, Ximu decided to leave the training room with Dasqi in his arms.

He is so great.

Dasqi, who was in her arms, wanted to struggle down, but she had no strength and could only collapse in Ximu's arms.

Sweat had completely soaked her clothes, and the curves of her body were extremely clear, but Nishiki's face was calm and her heart was still, and she hugged the girl and left the training room without looking away.

joke!

He, Ximu, is a gentleman, how could he do such a thing that takes advantage of others.

After carrying him to the sofa and putting him down, Ximu brought a glass of water and put it in front of Dasqi, praising him kindly.

"You performed well today, keep up the good work. Come on, have a drink of water and take a break."

"Yes."

Hearing Ximu's praise, Dasqi raised her head proudly.

"I will be as strict with myself in the future as I am today."

Ximu nodded with a smile in his eyes.

After resting for a long time, Dasqi stood up with his exhausted body, and then bowed deeply to Ximu.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Ximu, for your guidance today. I feel that my swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot."

"It's very late now, Teacher Ximu, I have to go back too."

Ximu looked up at his watch, nodded, and sent Dasqi out of his house.

Looking at the girl's back, Ximu waved goodbye: "Don't forget the swordsmanship instruction next time!"

Dasqi's face instantly turned red, she quickly lowered her head, her pace quickened, and in the blink of an eye she disappeared.

Seeing the back of Dasqi leaving in a hurry, Ximu was speechless.

In that hour of training, Xi Mu, a gentleman like him, did nothing.

He just gave normal instructions on swordsmanship.

At most, there are just a little more hand movements.

After closing the door, Ximu walked back to the training room and started cleaning.

With sharp eyes, he suddenly noticed that Dasqi left something behind.

It's her little vest.

Picking up the little vest, Ximu frowned. It seemed that he had to find a chance to return this thing to Dasqi.

How could there be such a thing in his Ximu home.

It really shouldn't.

Okay, Nishiki admits that he crossed the line just a little bit when it came to hands-on instruction.

But really only a little bit.

Please believe me.

……

Wait until Dasqi returns to her home.

Exhausted, she closed the bathroom door tightly and soaked her whole body in the bathtub.

The images that flashed through her mind made her feel ashamed and angry.

How could she...how could Teacher Nishimu take off her vest so easily?

Then she remembered the place where Ximu's big hand had touched during the training. At this time, a strange electric current flashed through, making her feel a little itchy.

"Woooooooo..."

"No, Dasqi, don't think too much."

"This is just normal swordsmanship instruction."

"Teacher Nishiki doesn't look like a lecherous person. How could he do such a thing? He probably just accidentally knocked it off."

Suddenly, Dasqi stood up.

"No, it seems that the little vest was dropped at Teacher Ximu's house."

"It's over."

"I hope Mr. Nishiki didn't notice."