Birthday Celebration

"Come on move your ass"

"Ah, fuck!'

On the upper deck, Michael was carrying a 300kg log on his shoulder and walking from one end of the ship to another through the knee-high snow on the floor. All of his muscles were screaming as even in the cold weather, he was sweating like he was walking in the desert.

Despite his suffering, she was hitting him with a stick every time he slowed down. One could see zigzags of red lines on his fair back. During his training, she was a completely different woman. After training, although he would drink a healing potion to heal himself, she would massage his back, pour him coffee and care for him like a perfect wife.

Her care for him during the daytime was absolutely worth all this pain in his mind.

"You're such...a...bitch"  Yet, Michael couldnt help cursing when she attacked him with a stick again.