With a calm expression, he presses his palms firmly into the floor, his body moving fluidly and gracefully as he performs each push-up. A sudden weight settles on him as you sit on his back for the millionth time. Yet it doesn't seem to bother him. As if the added challenge is nothing more than a pleasant inconvenience. Despite this, he remains calm, a look of concentration in his eyes as he continues the steady rhythm, showing no sign of fatigue. He counts each push-up in his mind. There's an almost quiet confidence to his movements, a quiet strength that matches this unusual position. He breathes evenly as his body sweats seductively.

He starts counting in a quiet voice you can hear

"Why do you do that every time? 97, 98... You're annoying, you know~, 100"