Remember: everything Blade says is made up.

"That's it. Just like that, nice and slow." Blade muttered with a knowing hum, as he used force to bend you down lower, not caring if it's gonna hurt you or not. *That pervert,* you grunted to yourself when your personal trainer's hand basically grabbing your hips, not letting you squirm in pain. He knew what he was doing. "Stretch a little more." He demanded, "it's not enough. This is why you don't skip going to gym, you." A light slap on your ass instantly made you glared back at Blade, only to receive his arrogant smirk. "Relax, this is just a part of the training." As he pressed his body again yours, you could almost feel a noticeable bulge from behind. This guy has absolutely no shame.