When Mu Jin entered the room of the Martial Hall, he found Seok Jin and his group standing in line before the wall.
With a sly grin, he gave them a wave that instantly sent shivers down their spines, their hands instinctively moving to their crotch.
He wanted to scare them more but decided not to as he heard footsteps echoing in the hallway.
The door opened, and an athletic beauty with short black hair and bangs covering half of her forehead walked in. She had piercing hazel-green eyes, a small nose, and alluring pink lips.
Her body was clad in a tight robe, boasting her well-sculpted muscles. The black color of her robe gave away her identity as one of the elders of the sect.
She was tall, standing at six and a half feet. However, what overshadowed her towering height was the pair of mountains whose shadows completely covered Mu Jin's face, as he barely reached up to her stomach.
She was Park Nari, the Martial Hall Master of the Emei Sect.
'M-muscle mommy...'
Mu Jin almost said those words out loud. She was completely his type.
"You are staring quite openly at my breasts for someone who cannot even get it up," Nari said, her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at Mu Jin's blatant stare.
"Th-this bitch..." Mu Jin muttered inwardly, the corner of his lips rising in disbelief at her words.
'Where else can I look when I cannot even see your face clearly from here?'
Of course, Mu Jin did not say it out loud. With just a glance, he could tell she could smash him into a pile of meat with a single punch. He would much prefer to be suffocated by her thick thighs or mountainous breasts rather than be beaten by her fists.
"I was not looking at your breasts, Elder," Mu Jin said, forming a soft smile on his face. "I was admiring the muscles of your arms."
"My muscles?" Nari asked, raising an eyebrow. "But my arms are covered beneath the robe."
"Even with these clothes, I can see your almost perfect muscles, which you must have built with years of hard work," Mu Jin replied, rubbing the back of his head in awkwardness.
"Oho, so those eyes are not just for decoration," Nari said, her earlier annoyance vanishing as a smile formed on her face. "But what do you mean by almost perfection?"
"There are still some areas I can see that need improvement, but..." Mu Jin gave a side glance at Seok Jin and his group.
Nari understood what he meant. She turned to the group, her voice turning sharp.
"You four, how dare you bully your fellow disciple again? One hundred strikes for each of you."
"B-but Elder, Mu Jin was the one who beat—"
"Two hundred strikes."
"Th-that is not fa—"
"Three hundred."
"We understand," the group said in unison, tears forming in their eyes.
Once the group left, Nari closed the door behind her and said, "Now, explain yourself, or you will suffer a punishment far harsher than those four."
With an unreadable expression, Mu Jin moved closer to Nari, grabbed her hand, pulled back her sleeve, and said while tracing his finger along her skin,
"Your brachioradialis is lagging. That is why your forearms lack that dense look."
He moved his finger to her biceps and continued,
"Your long head is underdeveloped. That is why your peak looks flat. Focus on stretching and contraction."
Once he reached her triceps, he concluded,
"You are neglecting the long head. Without it, your triceps will never look complete."
A brief silence followed.
"In-incredible!" Nari gasped, her eyes gleaming with both excitement and shock. "Those were the parts I was thinking of working on. How did you find them so easily?"
Before Mu Jin could say anything, her eyes scanned him from head to toe.
She placed both hands on his shoulders and asked in a serious tone,
"Mu Jin, can you take off your clothes—"
Nari had not even finished her sentence before Mu Jin had already stripped off his upper garment and was reaching to untie the robe at his waist.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Nari exclaimed, a flustered blush forming on her face. "I did not mean for you to strip completely. I only wanted to see your muscles."
"Oh, is that so," Mu Jin replied, tightening the waistband that was about to fall off.
"How did you even take off your clothes so fast?" Nari asked with a sigh.
"Years of experience," Mu Jin replied with a straight face.
Nari gave him a silent look, then murmured inwardly in a pitiful voice, "You poor thing."
"Why are you giving me that look?" Mu Jin asked, raising an eyebrow.
She moved closer to Mu Jin, wrapped her arms around him, pushed his face into her soft bust, and murmured, "It's nothing."
Although confused by her actions, Mu Jin did not reject the hug. He was already enjoying the softness of her large breasts against his face, barely holding himself back from groping them.
However, he would not have been enjoying that hug if he had known the reason behind it... or perhaps he still would have. No one could predict the perversity of a pervert.
In Nari's eyes, Mu Jin was a handsome but weak third-generation disciple who was constantly bullied by others.
He had a face so heavenly charming that even men could be enchanted by his smile. He was impotent, bullied, and practiced in removing his robe in an instant.
Yes, Nari had drawn the absolute worst conclusions from the clues before her.
She decided not to ask about Mu Jin's dark past and, once she pulled away, shifted her focus to his muscles.
"B-beautiful," she murmured, her eyes widening in admiration.
"That is not the word you use to compliment a man," Mu Jin said, maintaining a nonchalant expression.
"I mean your muscles," Nari replied, her eyes fixed on Mu Jin's body as if she were looking at a masterpiece.
"These broad shoulders, wide chest, and perfectly sculpted abs," Nari murmured, drool leaking from the corner of her lips.
After admiring his body for a full minute, she requested,
"Please become my trainer. I will pay you with anything you ask."
A grin appeared on Mu Jin's face as he said,
"In that case,
strip."