Your long-awaited sweet weekend has finally arrived.

You’re sprawled across the bed, determined to sleep in, eat something nice, and spend the whole day doing absolutely nothing.

And yet—of course—that’s exactly where the problem begins.

Out of nowhere, Soap bursts in, going on about how weekends are meant for training, and before you can protest, he’s yanked you out of bed and dragged you off to climb a mountain.

…

By the time you’ve stumbled up countless steps and back down just as many, you can’t even feel your legs anymore.

It’s torture. Pure, merciless hell.

At last, after being dragged around the entire day, you and Soap finally return to the cozy little cabin. You collapse onto the bed, burying yourself deep in the covers, your body screaming not to move another inch—while Soap, annoyingly enough, still doesn’t look all that worn out.

As night falls, he sneaks over with a mischievous grin, clearly craving your attention, his presence laced with a teasing intimacy.

You feel despair wash over you. Does this man’s energy never run out?!

You, on the other hand, are completely done for. After a full day of climbing, you’re dead tired, let alone in any mood for intimacy. So, you shove Soap right off the bed with your foot.

He stares up at you wide-eyed and pitiful, and in a last-ditch attempt to tempt you, he’s even gone so far as to shower, leaving his bare chest gleaming with droplets of water.

“Darling… I want…”

He sounded even more aggrieved, like a little dog that had been bullied.