In the living room, atop a mat designed to absorb sweat and moisture, Lucian was doing push-ups. He wore nothing but a loose black T-shirt and pants. Mei Mei held his phone a little further away, recording the session and displaying it live, with an insane flurry of comments bombarding and updating every second.
«UltimateGachaAddict420»: Yo!!! He's so back! Look at him going all out with the exercise! Bro's an infinite star gacha at this point. [Sighing Emoji]
«KarmasBitch666»: He looks so darn hot! Why does the sweat make him look even hotter!? [Drooling Emoji]
«StantheLL»: We're sweating with you, Lucian! Keep it up!
Lucian lowered his body to the ground, his arms extended as he pushed his chest away from the floor, his slight muscles stretching with each repetition.
Music played in the background, providing motivation for himn as more sweat dripped from his body with every push. Despite his face being covered by a thin black mask, which extended beneath his nose and mouth, it may seem like it would obstruct his breathing and make the pushups even more challenging. However, that was not the case. These were special masks designed for air filtering, ensuring they didn't affect his breathing flow. Instead, they increased the amount of oxygen Lucian could take with every breath.
Even though Lucian shouldn't be pushing his body to its limits like he currently was, engaging in strenuous exercise, which was not advisable for someone with CF-ALD, he still persisted.
"45," Lucian counted, his soft voice resonating throughout the room, blending with the background music.
The live chat erupted with new excitement every time Lucian completed a push-up.
«MasterDisaster55»: Keep going, king! You can do it!
«Flexfreak69»: Go for it, King! Keep pushing! Just one more!
«EndoEndoman»: [Giga Chad Emoji] Spam
"48," Lucian continued, pushing himself to the limit. With each push, his body seemed to crack, as if his muscles were breaking apart. His breathing grew increasingly shallow.
"49...50..." Lucian muttered as he strained to complete one final push-up. With that, he allowed his body to fall to the ground, his breathing ragged and labored, as if he had been holding his breath for hours.
"Here, master!" Mei Mei, who had been standing nearby, hurriedly placed the phone on a stand and rushed to Lucian's side. She helped him sit up, but his breathing was so labored that it seemed as if he could collapse at any moment. Nausea and lightheadedness washed over him, and the world spun around him.
The chat once again exploded with worry.
«Missyssis332»: Oh god! I hope he is ok! Last time he almost fainted.
«pokkybear69»: Are you ok!?? [Curious emoji - Spam]
«LLstan766»: Oh god, please let him be fine! Please be fine!
"Here, take deep breaths..." Mei Mei quickly removed Lucian's mask, which covered his face, and replaced it with an oxygen mask designed to deliver pure oxygen. Lucian gratefully took the mask and began inhaling the oxygen, his labored breathing gradually calming down, and the feelings of nausea and dizziness gradually subsiding until they disappeared entirely. He started feeling better than before.
"Thanks, Mei Mei," Lucian said as he removed the oxygen mask from his face, revealing his features once more on camera. This once again caused a surge of excitement in the live chat.
[Live Chat]
«Bubblegumcherrybomb»: Uwaahhh!!!! He looks like CGI, How come someone so beautiful exists!?
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