No, we can't let this guy who's got designs on Draco be alone with him, especially during sports!
"I suddenly think it wouldn't hurt to get some exercise once in a while. I'll go with you guys and take a look," Hermione said, changing her mind.
After successfully outmaneuvering Hermione, Trillian chuckled to herself.
"That's great! Let's go!"
As the two women went back and forth, Draco chuckled and crossed his arms, saying, "Hey, hey, I haven't even given my opinion yet!"
" Hermione has already agreed to go with us, young master, are you really going to spoil our fun?" Trillian turned to look at him playfully.
"If you really don't want to go, then we won't play. We can go back with you to read and rest," Hermione said.
"Then let's go try fencing..."
The three arrived at the fencing hall on the ship.
The venue is clean and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows that allow sunlight to stream in, illuminating the neatly arranged professional face shields, white fencing uniforms, and standard sabers of varying weights.
The three of them skillfully selected and donned their protective gear. Draco casually picked up a standard-issue sword of medium weight, lightly gripped the hilt, and flicked his wrist a few times.
As Trillian put on her protective gear, she asked curiously, "Young Master, are you also very good at fencing?"
"Never played before, just playing around," Draco replied.
Hearing Draco say that, Hermione smiled amusedly and said, "Never played before? Didn't you claim to know a little bit about everything?"
"Whether I can or not depends not on whether I've learned it or not, but on whether I want to learn it or not," Draco said confidently.
After he finished speaking, a woman walked over.
She was a woman with an absolutely stunning figure.
She looked to be in her late twenties, nearly 1.75 meters tall, and wore a form-fitting white fencing outfit that perfectly accentuated her tall, well-proportioned, and powerful figure.
A long, slender neck, straight shoulders, a full chest, a slender yet strong waist, and a pair of long, straight legs.
He casually carried a face shield in one hand and held an exquisite professional saber in the other, walked up to the three of them, and asked, "Is this your first time at the fencing hall? You look a little unfamiliar."
"Yes, this is our first time here," Trillian said, glancing at the woman before striking up a conversation. "Are you a coach here?"
"Yes, my name is Isabella Windsor." Windsor extended her hand generously. "Would you like some professional guidance?"
"No need, thank you. We're just having some fun." Draco casually twirled his sword, politely but distantly declining.
"Are you really the coach?" Trillian looked her up and down curiously, her gaze lingering on her impressive figure.
"What? Doesn't it look like it?" Windsor crossed her arms.
"Given your... sexy figure, wouldn't fencing, a sport that requires quick movement and agile turns, be... a bit restrictive?" Trillian asked, somewhat surprised.
"Of course not!" Windsor laughed, then took two steps back and began to move in the open space beside the kendo dome.
Holding her sword, she suddenly lunged forward on the sword path.
With light and swift movements, gliding along the ground like a cheetah, followed by a swift lunge and thrust, the sword tip poised in mid-air, then using the momentum to smoothly retreat.
The sexy curves of the body are not a hindrance during exercise; on the contrary, they become an amplifier of speed and beauty.
After finishing the demonstration, Windsor sheathed her sword and stood up, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Trillian: "Strength, flexibility, coordination—these factors are all indispensable. Physique is merely external; the core lies here."
As she spoke, she pointed to her lower abdomen.
"Wow!" exclaimed Trillian, clapping enthusiastically. "So professional! Coach Windsor, you're amazing!"
"You flatter me, it's just the basics." Windsor waved her hand modestly, but the confidence in her eyes shone even brighter. She looked at Draco and Hermione, "How about it, you three? Would you like me to give you a run-through? Let's start with the basic footwork and sword grip."
"Why don't we ask Coach Windsor to give us some pointers? It'd be better than figuring it out on our own," Trillian was tempted.
"No need, I have no interest in learning fencing systematically," Hermione refused decisively. "Besides..." She glanced at Windsor.
Then he leaned closer to Trillian and whispered in her ear, "What if she becomes infatuated with Draco while teaching him?"
Draco, who was listening nearby, shook his head helplessly, thinking: Here we go again... Isn't my wife being a little too defensive? I'm just here to have some fun.
"That's true," Trillian said thoughtfully after hearing Hermione's words, then she looked Windsor over again.
He then leaned closer to Hermione and whispered reassuringly, "But you don't need to be too wary. This coach is just outstanding in physique; his looks are less than a tenth of yours. He won't amount to much."
Although there was some exaggeration involved, it still made Hermione very happy. However, Hermione still didn't give in and continued in a low voice:
"That won't work either. Physical contact is most likely to occur during instruction; close-up correction of posture and adjustment of positioning are common occurrences..."
Trillian looked at Hermione, both amused and exasperated, thinking:
Hermione's possessiveness... is really strong! But, if the object of her affections is the young master, it's somewhat understandable?
"Hey," Draco interrupted, "Am I that kind of person?"
Hermione gave him a look that seemed to say, "You know perfectly well whether it's written down or not," which successfully made Draco swallow his next words. He awkwardly touched his nose.
"Alright, let's not hire a coach then. We'll just have some fun on our own," Trillian said.
The three reached an agreement and were about to refuse Windsor when Hermione suddenly stepped forward, a social smile on her face, and said:
"Coach Windsor, your technique is truly impressive. How about this," she paused, looking at Draco, her smile deepening, sending a chill down Draco's spine.
"If you can defeat my... husband, and utterly crush him in fencing, leaving him with no chance to fight back, we'll hire you as our temporary fencing coach, how about that?"
Trillian stared at Hermione in disbelief, inwardly thinking: What is Hermione doing? Is she trying to mess with her own husband? That's too ruthless! Unlike me, I only feel sorry for the young master~
"Wife, please don't do this!" Draco was also stunned.
"Husband..." Hermione stammered, then gave a forced smile, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light. She said softly, "I believe you can do it, right? Didn't you just say it 'depends on whether you want to or not'?"
"Oh? You want to compete with me?" Windsor looked Draco up and down again. Although the man had an extraordinary air about him and his physique showed he was well-trained, his sword-wielding technique was completely amateurish.
"No problem," Windsor readily agreed, then added, "However, my private coaching fees are extremely high..."