I'm Married

It was time to get down to business, though most of the women were still casting lingering glances toward Carl.

"As for you, Carl, I can help guide you through the basics if you'd like."

[ System Notification ]

The Rizz Quest... Initializing...

Progress: [ 0% ]

'Wait, there's a progress bar for this too? Just like Lyra's Sex Education module?' Carl was surprised to see the status meter appear before his eyes.

"That would be wonderful, ma'am... or would you prefer I call you Natasha?"

"Haha! Call me whatever you like, Carl. I really don't mind."

"Then please guide me, Ms. Natasha..." Carl spoke smoothly, intentionally using Ms. instead of Mrs.

"I'm married, Carl, so Mrs. is more appropriate."

"You did say you wouldn't mind, didn't you? Besides, how could I address someone as mesmerizing as a morning flower so formally?" Carl briefly contemplated biting his lip for extra effect, but quickly checked himself—it felt a bit too cheesy, so he held back.

[ Quest Progress: 2% ]

'Fuck, just as I thought...' Carl inwardly cursed. His low Luck stat was definitely making this harder than it needed to be.

"Haha, well, I'll let it slide this time, Carl. You can call me whatever you want." Natasha unrolled her yoga mat directly beside his, positioning herself close so she could easily guide his posture.

[ Natasha's Affection increased to 5%! ]

Meanwhile, Silvia positioned herself at the very back of the room since they had arrived a bit late. She didn't mind Carl being so talkative with Natasha at all—in fact, she thought socializing like this would be fantastic for his personal growth and help him overcome his past trauma.

Besides, Natasha was universally viewed as the motherly anchor of the yoga group, so Silvia didn't harbor a single shred of concern.

"Wow, your brother is quite a smooth talker, Sil. I bet he's insanely popular with the girls at his school," Diane whispered into her ear, her eyes locked onto Carl. She had already mentally claimed the role of his big sister figure, and there was certainly no going back now.

"Coming here was definitely a mistake," Silvia muttered, closing her eyes. Trying to relax with Diane around was a recipe for a headache—the girl was an absolute muscle-brained menace.

"Haha, so cold! What I said is true, though. How about I invite my younger brother over to your place sometime?" Diane teased. She loved chaotic fun, and having more company around was always better in her book.

"Absolutely not. I will never allow that." Silvia couldn't even focus on her breathing with a wild beast growling in her ear non-stop.

"Hey, I'm not that bad! Why are you acting like I'm going to devour him alive?!"

"Quiet down, Diane. I will personally throw you out if you yell again," Natasha warned, casting a sharp look back toward her.

The reprimand instantly deflated Diane, causing her to tuck her tail like a scolded puppy. "Ehe... sorry about that, Mrs. Carter."

"You reap what you sow. Now stop blabbing and focus... and don't think for a second I'll ever let you near Carl unsupervised, because we both know you'll be up to no good," Silvia smirked. There was no better cure for Diane's antics than a stern word from her auntie figure.

"We'll see about that..." Diane grumbled under her breath, bending her back smoothly into a stretch.

...

"Alright, bend your knees just like this," Natasha instructed, gently placing her hand against his lower back to guide him as he reached his arms forward.

"Ahh..."

"Does that hurt, Carl? Let me know if I'm pushing you too far."

"No, Ms. Natasha... it doesn't hurt at all, simply because it's you guiding me..." Carl wanted to scream at the top of his lungs because his hamstrings felt like they were about to snap completely in half.

However, showing weakness was out of the question. He had to maintain his aura and farm those Rizz points no matter what.

"Oh my, what a cheeky boy you are."

"Am I, Ms. Natasha? I'm just telling the absolute truth—you're an incredible teacher."

'Fuck! Ouch... shit, shit, oh hell! Ahh, please just let this torture end!' Internally, Carl was suffering immensely. The previous owner of this body had never exercised, let alone attempted intense flexibility training like yoga.

"Haha, well then! If you put it that way, I certainly won't turn down a compliment from a handsome young man."

[ Quest Progress: 13% ]

[ Natasha's Affection increased to 7%! ]

'This bar is moving painfully slow! What is wrong with this progress rate?' Carl wanted to weep. He had only taken over this body yesterday, and it was paying the price.

"Alright... you're doing great. That's enough for this position." Natasha finally let go, gently helping him straighten his back.

"Thank you, Ms. Natasha. Are we all finished?" Carl let out a massive sigh of relief the second her hands left his body.

"Haha, of course not, Carl! The session has only just begun. Look at the women in the back—they're fully in the zone now. That was merely our warm-up!" Natasha pointed toward Diane, who was currently contorting her body with effortless grace without shedding a single drop of sweat.

The rest of the class was equally immersed, following a fluid, freestyle routine designed to melt away the built-up stress of a long workweek.

"Ahh... what about you, Ms. Natasha?" Carl desperately searched for an exit strategy, but deep down, he knew there was no escape.

He would far rather endure the physical agony of a grueling yoga class than wake up with uneven testicles—that would easily be the most humiliating fate any man could suffer.

"You can follow along with me. Are you fine with that?" Natasha asked, sitting down on her own mat and smoothly stretching her legs into a full split.

"Don't worry about me, Ms. Natasha. I'll follow your instructions closely," Carl replied.

Truthfully, he had no idea what he was doing. How could he, when his past life revolved almost entirely around working out and performing in adult films?