The group of women watched the two embracing tightly, their eyes filled with undisguised envy and admiration, whispering amongst themselves.
"My God... this kind of treatment..."
"I want to be that keychain too!"
Is this what it feels like to be pampered by the powerful?
"Hold on tight!" Draco, now embraced, focused his mind, pulled himself together, and completed the last five pull-ups, ending this incredibly captivating competition.
When he got to the third one, Draco sensed something was wrong.
He... rose to prominence.
With Trillian's entire weight pressing down on him, their bodies were pressed extremely close together, and with the next interaction, Draco felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen.
Trillian, who was pressed close to Draco, had even more acute senses; she clearly noticed the changes in Draco's body.
Instantly, Trillian's fair cheeks flushed crimson, but after the initial panic subsided, a secret, secret joy quietly welled up within her.
This means that Draco has developed lust for her.
Despite her joy, as the young master's personal maid, Trillian had to start thinking about practical matters:
What will the young master do when he goes downstairs later? If someone sees him like this...
As her delicate thoughts raced, Trillian looked up at Draco, just as Draco lowered his gaze.
Their eyes met unexpectedly.
Draco was a little embarrassed!
Seeing his embarrassed expression, Trillian couldn't help but chuckle.
However, the onlookers below were completely oblivious to the subtle ambiguity and undercurrents between the two. They thought Draco had finally reached his limit due to the excessive weight.
"Look, Young Master Malfoy has slowed down!"
"He must be exhausted! After all, he had someone with him!"
"Keep going! Only two left!"
Fortunately, Draco possessed the powerful Occlumency, which allowed him to forcefully suppress the erotic images in his mind and his physical instincts, and his eyes instantly regained their clarity.
"99...100!"
As the final sound faded, Draco landed, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and he gently set Trillian off him.
The whole process went relatively smoothly.
Only the parties involved know about the little incident that just happened.
"Phew..." Draco let out a long breath.
The crowd erupted in thunderous applause and gasps of admiration; the muscular men and fit women were filled with awe.
"That's incredible! One hundred pull-ups, and he even carried someone to the end! That arm strength is top-tier!"
" Young Master Malfoy is too strong! His physical abilities completely overwhelm those of us who work out all year round. He's practically inhuman!"
Amidst the exclamations of praise, an envious female voice rang out:
"Miss Trillian is so lucky to receive such special treatment from Young Master Malfoy. It's truly enviable."
"Meeting the young master is my good fortune!" Trillian didn't hesitate or act coy, and accepted everyone's envious gazes with composure.
The man who had just competed with Draco in strength stepped forward, his face full of respect, and sincerely apologized to Draco: " Young Master Malfoy, I was blind to your greatness and offended you just now. I hope you won't take it to heart."
"Me too." David, still sprawled on the ground, weak and sore, nodded listlessly to Draco.
"It's alright, I still enjoy the feeling of showing off and getting slapped in the face, it's quite fun," Draco waved his hand and said.
These candid words caused everyone to burst into laughter, and the atmosphere relaxed. No one expected that Young Master Malfoy would be so down-to-earth.
Draco's power rival turned into a super sycophant. "It's an honor for us to be slapped in the face by Young Master Malfoy!"
Listening to this shameless flattery, Draco shook his head helplessly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He sighed inwardly, thinking that this was the trouble of having one's identity recognized. Wherever one went, there was always this deliberate flattery and fawning, which diminished the pure fun of unrestrained competition.
"Shh—" someone hissed him, "Can you stop licking like that?"
"I'm telling the truth!" The strong man didn't care about the teasing from the crowd and still looked honored.
"Alright, who's going to compete in the next event?" Draco didn't want to dwell on this topic and quickly changed the subject.
"I'll go!" A man stepped forward. " Young Master Malfoy, you just finished the competition, are your arms... able to support them?"
"Yes!" Everyone echoed, agreeing that Draco's arms were sore and he shouldn't be engaged in high-intensity competition.
"Absolutely no problem." Draco flexed his wrists.
The new competition was the plank exercise. Both participants bent over, supporting themselves on the ground in the correct positions, ready for the competition.
However, Draco immediately unleashed his ultimate attack.
"Come up," he said to Trillian.
This time, Trillian didn't hesitate.
Having witnessed Draco's terrifying power that overwhelmed everyone present, Trillian now had absolute trust in him.
She sat down on Draco's back.
"Hiss--" This scene once again ignited the entire audience. All the spectators stared wide-eyed, their expressions excited, and murmurs of discussion rose and fell.
This scene... is so exciting!
Plank exercises are extreme exercises that test core strength, and now you have to carry someone on your back – it's practically hellish!
At that moment, Draco silently activated the magic.
An invisible magic silently enveloped his entire body, Solid as a Rock Magic, firmly fixing his form and musculature.
At this moment, Draco was no longer supported by his physical body; his entire body was like a steel mold, completely still, theoretically capable of holding on indefinitely, breaking through the shackles of physical limits.
Sitting on Draco's back, Trillian, with her delicate and gentle nature, didn't put her entire weight on him.
Instead, he tensed his legs, touching the ground with his toes, thus relieving some of the weight, which satisfied the young master's interest without making him too tired.
Even so, this is already an incredible challenge.
At this moment, a girl asked Draco's rival:
"Hey handsome, how about I get on and make it a bit more difficult for you? I'd like to experience what it's like to compete with weights."
"No way, I'm not Young Master Malfoy, I can't handle this!" The challenger was startled and decisively refused.
The man knew perfectly well that if he added any more burden, he would be defeated instantly, and he didn't want to deliberately suffer for himself.
Time ticked by, and five minutes passed quietly.
The challenger's arms were already sore and numb, his body was trembling, and sweat was beading on his forehead; he could collapse at any moment.
In contrast, Draco, with someone sitting on his back, remained upright and steady, his breathing calm and even, his expression composed.
Not to mention swaying, there wasn't even a trace of fatigue; it looked like it was just resting, creating a striking contrast.
The women started to stir again.