When Simon turned and looked behind him, the first thing he saw were eight black, thick, and solid abdominal muscles (abs).
Simon blinked, then he slowly looked up and saw a face looking down at him.
There were a few notable things about the face, and the first was the big black beard.
The face was covered by a big black beard, and Simon could not help but look at it because this was the first time he was seeing a demon with a beard in this second life.
Demons with beard existed, but they were rare.
The other notable feature on this face was the mask this demon was wearing.
The demon was wearing a half-mask, and the upper part of his face was covered while the lower part of his face was open.
The mask was that of a demon with two curved horns, and it was also completely black with four eye holes.
Then came the eyes.
He had four eyes, and the eyes were completely black, and it was a little bit unsettling to look at.
Simon stared at the demon’s face for a moment before he calmly took a step back and distanced himself from this massive figure which was obviously Instructor Ormon.
When he did this, he was able to see the full appearance of Instructor Ormon.
Instructor Ormon was not only tall, he had black skin, and four arms.
He had thick and bulging muscles, and unlike many members of the Shadowgrave Clan, he was shirtless, allowing others to see the work of art which was his upper body.
As Simon looked at the instructor, he could not help but frown slightly.
’He’s a Raksha... A Minor Royal Bloodline, and... he has a very good control over his aura and demonic energy.’
’Many would struggle to figure out his heart rank, but he gives me the same feeling as the Bulwark commander that killed me.’
’He should be a Half-Step Demon Lord... unlike what the academy says.’
For Simon to say that an individual had a very good control over their internal energy, then it meant that the individual was truly exceptional in energy control.
This impressed Simon, and he was a bit more interested in this training Instructor Ormon.
"Instructor Ormon." He said with a light nod.
The instructor did not respond. He folded two of his arms and looked at Simon from up to down.
"You’re as calm and collected as I’ve heard, but you’re skinny."
Simon raised a brow, then he looked at his biceps and body.
His clothes were a little big for him, but he was certainly not as skinny as the instructor was making it to seem.
’Well, compared to him. I must look like a toothpick.’
After having this thought, Instructor Ormon spoke.
"How do you handle women in bed with such a skinny body? Or don’t tell me that you only sleep with a single woman at a time?"
Simon looked at Instructor Ormon and blinked with a baffled expression.
What was this Raksha talking about?
Seeing that Simon was unresponsive, Instructor Ormon could not help but click his tongue and shake his head in disappointment.
"I knew it. You’re the type that enjoys sleeping with just a single woman. You’re not a man. A real man sleeps with at least two women everyday."
Simon was even more baffled and lost.
What was going on?
Why were they talking about sex and women?
Instructor Ormon snapped his fingers, bringing Simon out of his thoughts.
"Before we begin, I have two very important questions to ask."
Simon blinked, and after a few seconds, he replied.
"What questions?"
Instructor Ormon folded his arms, and his four eyes became extremely serious.
"The first question... Are you gay?"
"..." Simon blinked in utter confusion, then he subconsciously spoke.
"... What?"
"I said, are you gay?"
Simon’s mouth opened wide, and he could not help but ask.
"What sort of question is that? How does it help with training or with anything at all?"
Instructor Ormon narrowed his eyes and said with an extremely serious tone.
"Of course it helps. It’s a very important question I need you to answer."
Simon looked at the instructor with an utterly befuddled expression. No matter how hard he thought about why Instructor Ormon was asking him this question, he couldn’t think of any reason.
Eventually, he decided to answer so that he could move on.
"I’m not gay."
Instructor Ormon looked at him with extremely narrowed eyes.
"You like women?"
Simon’s expression became even more strange.
"Yeah? I’m definitely not into men."
Instructor Ormon remained silent for a moment, then he nodded.
"Good. Very good. I absolutely love women and adore them. I can never understand those freaks that love having sex with men."
Simon raised a brow. "So you’re homophobic?"
Instructor Ormon shook his head.
"Oh no. Phobic means afraid. Why would I be afraid? I’m just disgusted by men who fuck other men. I don’t mind women fucking themselves. I mean... I do tell my women to fuck themselves whenever we fuck."
"So no, I’m just disgusted with men that fuck men. They’re absolutely disgusting."
Simon nodded slowly and lightly, acting like he understood. However, he was internally confused and lost.
"You’re lucky you’re not gay. If you were, I would have rejected you and given your ass a whooping, making sure that no guy is able to fuck you for a long time."
"... I see." Simon said with a strange tone.
He then asked out of curiosity and wariness.
"What of the second question?"
Instructor Ormon’s eyes flashed, and the air became extremely solemn and tense.
"The second question... Know that there is no right or wrong answer to this second question, but you must convince me about your answer."
For some reason, Simon had a terrible precognition when he heard these words.
’What in the world will the second question be?’ Simon wondered.
"The second question is this. Which do you prefer... breasts or ass?"