บท 345: Favor

Ilya was just wearing shorts and his muscled body was on display. He started warming up but when he started to sweat a bit, I approached him.

"How about that bet earlier? Want to receive a few kicks from Kaley?" I said, grinning.

"Oh, right. I forgot about those. Still injured?" Ilya asked.

"I'm around 70% now." I lied.

"Really? Shit, okay. Let's see her kicks then but let's not do that bet. I'll just fight you when you're ready." Ilya replied.

"What? Don't be too generous. How about this, if you survive a 100 kicks, I'll leave half of the winnings from the games to you. Sounds good?" I said.

"What?! You're fucking serious… wait- what's the kick though? I'm not gonna get kicked in the balls, right? I'd die from just one." Ilya said.

"What are you talking about? We're not Shaolin Monks, I'd die from a flick. Try to receive a few first but guard or try to counter after it gets monotonous." I replied.

"Sure, where's Kaley?" Ilya agreed.