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It was past noon again, and in the same location.

Now Mr. Cyclone has returned to his backyard, with the same table and seven chairs.

Out of the four chairs that are occupied, two are taken by Mr. Cyclone's two wives, Sonja and her friend Bettina.

Mr. Cyclone also wants to sit there, surrounded by the four beautiful women, all of them having a stunning figure, with three of them being Mr. Cyclone's favorite type - blondes with big breasts.

Of course, Little Dragon is also quite the beauty.

Even if one of them has ulterior motives, Mr. Cyclone doesn't mind. Just like his battle with the witch Yuna, the more difficult it is, the more interesting it becomes.

"Master!! I am ready!!"

The young boy named Mr. Summer exclaimed excitedly.

While watching her brother, the young girl named Miss Autumn stood by the beautiful women.

"Little Miss Autumn, why don't you join us too~" Sonja said gently.

But Little Miss Autumn just shook her head and focused on watching her brother.

The rules for this practice match are simple: within ten minutes, if little Mr. Summer can hit Mr. Cyclone once with his wooden sword, then Mr. Summer wins and Mr. Cyclone becomes his master.

This practice match is a test for masters to recruit apprentices. For Mr. Cyclone, who knows nothing about fighting, this is an unfavorable competition.

The problem is, Arlen City is filled with young people with various martial arts skills, all of them wanting to make a name for themselves and fulfill their dreams in Arlen City.

So Mr. Cyclone is worried. Could this young boy, who claims to seek wisdom, be a hidden master? If so, Mr. Cyclone will undoubtedly lose.

Even though the opponent is just a child, he doesn't want to lose in front of his wives, especially not Sonja. His pride is weeping.

Losing by being hit once, losing to someone with abilities or magic, it would only humiliate Mr. Cyclone.

That's why Bettina is laughing maliciously.

It's terrifying~

"Alright! Let's begin!!"

He truly lives up to being the mastermind behind the scenes, starting the match on his own.

Hearing the start signal, little Mr. Summer rushed towards Mr. Cyclone.

"..."

Although not at the level of a true expert, Mr. Cyclone is still running quite fast for himself.

This should be the speed at which little Mr. Summer earnestly runs. While calculating this speed, Mr. Cyclone carefully dodged left and right.

Even if he's a child, if the opponent is serious, he cannot be taken lightly.

But the situation is better than Mr. Cyclone imagined because little Mr. Summer doesn't possess any strange abilities and his sword swings are quite average.

Although Mr. Cyclone doesn't truly know how to fight, this playful practice match can still proceed.

However, Bettina made a move.

She unexpectedly knocked over the tea, wetting Little Dragon's shirt.

Revealed through the wet shirt is the ultra-sexy and holey lingerie that Mr. Cyclone loves to see Little Dragon wear.

Damn it, how can I not look at that!

With a strong swing, Mr. Cyclone blocked little Mr. Summer's attack and quickly jumped away, with no intention of continuing the match with him.

Little Mr. Summer also noticed this.

"Master!! I know I am still weak... but, please, test me seriously and don't look around at those meaningless things!!"

With this sentence, somehow, it triggered something in Mr. Cyclone's mind.

"Meaningless things? Do you even know what you're talking about?"

Stunned, Mr. Cyclone's voice changed as soon as he heard it, and little Mr. Summer shivered.

"Breasts... it's about breasts! That's the dream of every man! Every man loves breasts, especially big ones!"

"It's just breasts..."

Overwhelmed by Mr. Cyclone's momentum, little Mr. Summer was left speechless.

At the same time, Mr. Cyclone clenched his fist and retorted loudly.

"That's a man's utopia!"

Little Mr. Summer took a step back, intimidated by Mr. Cyclone's dominance.

"You say it has no meaning? Can you swear to the heavens? Every day, you look at your sister's breasts, watch them grow from nothing to budding and getting bigger! Can you say you haven't had the slightest bit of expectation?"

"That... that kind of thing!"

"Tch! Just proves that kids don't appreciate!"

Little Mr. Summer swung his sword fiercely, while Mr. Cyclone could easily deflect it with just one hand.

"One day in the future, those breasts will grow into magnificent assets. When you wake up in the morning, sitting on you, using those bouncing breasts to greet you... can you say you haven't had any expectations for your sister?!"

Enraged, Mr. Cyclone's attack sent little Mr. Summer's wooden sword flying.

The sword flew away, and the defeat was evident.

Little Mr. Summer, who had crumbled down, reluctantly admitted it, even though his body was honest.

The blow just now was caused by his own inner turmoil.

He truly deserved to be called Allen's hero. Within just a few moves, he had seen through his true intentions.

Yes, this was the person who defeated the Grand Prime Minister and repelled the strongest witch on the continent.

Little Mr. Summer finally understood the immense willpower of the person in front of him.

Little Mr. Summer lost.

Tears welled up in his eyes as Mr. Cyclone's words deeply pierced his heart.

However, even so, there was still a part of him that refused to admit it.

Because even now, he was still the same.

With his slow-developing but hopeful small breasts, little Mr. Summer roared from the depths of his heart.

"But... even so... I still... love my sister's current breasts the most!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Cyclone took a sharp breath.

"A teacher who corrupts... Little Dragon, call the guards! We have a pervert here!"

"Make that two!"

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