Just a reminder that this is fictional. Any real life references are purely unintentional.

The days that followed were perhaps some of the most productive days of Asuka's life. It started with her constantly practicing the move that Feng taught her, but soon it evolved into doing daily workouts, stretches, katas, and even lying about cleaning the house just so she could watch Feng in private and study his moves. With each passing day, she grew more confident; pretty soon she was straight up rebuilding her body with strenuous exercises and hitting Feng's training dummies to practice her strikes. She didn't know if Feng was wise about it, but something told her that he knew she was up to something. If he did know, he didn't seem to care.

"Okay, cast iron pots! Prepare to meet your maker!"

Asuka rubbed her hands together a few times, then looked down at the large pots. With a deep breath, she grabbed the handles and lifted.

"HNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!"

Asuka tugged and tugged with all her might, not caring if she threw her back out. She NEEDED this little victory; it would be a huge boost to her morale. Even if she could only do it one time, it would satisfy her.

"HNNNNNGH! GRRRRAH! AL...MOST...!"

Little did she know Feng was approaching from behind. As soon as she was brought to his attention, Feng forgot about his current thoughts and stopped to watch. He was legitimately curious to see if she could do it.

"I CAN DO THIIIIIS!" Asuka screamed, a burst of adrenaline flowing through her. Suddenly, she gasped as she felt the huge weight being lifted slowly.

"AH! I'm doing it! AH HA HA HA HA! I'M DOING IT!"

Feng put his hand to his chin and nodded, acknowledging Asuka's progress. But suddenly... his attention was brought elsewhere.

"Hm?"

Feng looked down and noticed Asuka's dress had ridden up, and her bare ass and genitals were sticking out for the world to see. She was bent so far over that he even caught a glimpse of her tight anus peeking through the middle of her well toned buns.

Feng could feel a bulge forming in his pants; at first he was impressed by Asuka's newfound strength, but now his train of thought had been completely interrupted. It took quite a bit of effort for him to snap out of it and regain his focus.

"You're looking good lately."

"EEEEK!"

Asuka was so startled by Feng's presence that she dropped the pots, nearly crushing her toes. As soon as the burden left her arms, she collapsed on the floor and panted loudly. Her muscles suddenly lost their strength and started to feel more like jelly.

"Huff...huff... UGH, FENG! I was doing fine until you walked up behind me!"

"Forget about that now. I need you to come with me."

"Oh no... we're not having sex, are we?"

"No. I need your help cooking something. Something... special."

"Huh?"

As usual, Feng didn't bother sticking around to elaborate on things. He just turned around and walked off, expecting Asuka to follow him without question. With an annoyed grunt, Asuka reluctantly followed. She'd much rather continue practicing instead of be forced to make a meal.

IN THE KITCHEN...

"Y-you're kidding me. B-but I've never cooked something like this before!" Asuka whined.

"I need your help!" Feng replied. "With the two of us, we can get done faster. I just... I need to make this today."

"Ughhh! This is ridiculous. I am not cooking this fancy ass dinner just because you feel like being picky."

"THIS IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE!"

Asuka was surprised by the loudness of Feng's voice; it actually made her jump a little. She looked up at his scowling face... he seemed serious about this. After an intense staredown, Asuka finally conceded and hung her head in defeat.

"I'll get the duck out of the freezer. Boil some water on the stove while I finish building the oven."

"Grrr...yes, master..."

As Asuka watched the water in the pot begin to bubble after a few minutes of heat, she was still consumed with anger. Right now, she'd rather get butt fucked by Feng instead of cooking Peking Duck! Day by day, he was starting to make her do harder and harder tasks. This was only motivating her to train more so she can beat his ass and get off this damned mountain!

Once the duck was boiled, Feng made Asuka hang it up and glaze it. They let it sit for a while as Feng finished putting the pieces in place for his makeshift oven.

"Okay, the oven is ready. Bring it outside."

The two of them sat outside together, watching the duck cook inside Feng's makeshift oven that he pieced together from stones and wood to burn. For a while there was only silence; the only entertainment they had was watching the flames dance around the duck as it darkened. It was the closest thing they had to a tv up here. Maybe they could call it the cooking channel?

Asuka kept shooting glances at Feng, wondering why he had that same serious face from earlier when he yelled at her. He seemed to be in a bad mood, which was weird since they were going to eat a sweet ass dinner. Since an angry Feng would only cause misfortune for her later, Asuka decided to make amends.

"Ummm... I'm sorry I argued about the dinner."

As usual, Feng didn't even look at her. He just nodded and gave a tiny grunt of acknowledgement. With a sigh, Asuka just went back to her own business.

Finally, as if by some sort of miracle, Feng actually opened his mouth and spoke.

"Today is an important day for me."

Asuka turned back around and looked at him. "Is it your birthday?"

"No."

"Ummm... anniversary?"

"Yes."

"You were married?!"

"No."

"Then anniversary of what?"

"I will tell you once the food is ready. Now go prepare some vegetables and sweet bean sauce."

"Ugh, fine...!"

Later that afternoon, the meal was finally ready: a large roasted duck with several plates of vegetables and sauce accompanying it. There were also some steamed pancakes covered in sweet bean sauce to wrap the meat and vegetables in. The smell was making sweet love to Asuka's nostrils and turned on her mouth like a water faucet.

"Before I carve the duck... I want to say a few things." Feng announced, setting down his large knife and fork. Because it was a serious moment, Asuka wisely decided to keep her mouth shut.

"This day... is an important day in history for my predecessors. It was on this day that my great grandfather rose up and freed his village from Japanese oppression. During the Second Great War, we Chinese were looked down on by the Japanese... pushed around, stepped on, treated as less than human. My great grandfather would not bow down to their regime... with a strong will and a determined heart, he fought back and defeated an entire garrison. Killed them... with his bare hands. Though he was eventually captured and executed, his victory gave my people hope. That hope... is what helped them survive the war."

Feng looked down at his fists, slowly clenching them. "To this day, I honor my great grandfather's sacrifice, and I use this story told by my father to motivate my training every day."

He looked over at Asuka, his face stone solid and unwavering. "Do you wonder why I devote my life to the martial arts? It's because I fight to prove something... I fight to prove that the Chinese are not weak. We are not cowards. Chinese Kung Fu is superior to all Japanese martial arts! As long as I live... I swear to never lose to a Japanese!"

Asuka looked down at her feet, a tinge of sympathy in her heart. Now she knew why Feng was doing all this to her: he was prejudiced. Because of his ancestor's history, he held a grudge in the present. Of course, this still didn't justify his actions.

"Now, we will pray."

Feng got down on his knees, put his hands together and closed his eyes. Asuka closed her eyes too to follow suit, but she wasn't praying for his ancestor. She was deep in thought, processing this newfound information Feng had given her. This was the first real info she had on her captor. It was intriguing, to say the least. At least now she knew he had some sort of motivation behind his actions rather than just being a dick.

Of course, this also made things more difficult for her... now she had to defeat someone with genuine hatred of her people in his heart.

"Now, we will eat."

Without another word shared between them, Feng carved up the duck and the two of them feasted all afternoon. Feng ate to honor his family... Asuka ate because she was just fucking starving.

LATER THAT NIGHT, IN HONG KONG...

"Excuse me! Have you seen Feng Wei?!" Lili called out to a passerby. Nobody was stopping to listen, or even acknowledge her existence.

"EXCUSE MEEE! FENG WEI? ANYBODY. FEEEEENG! WEEEEEEI!"

"...Are you looking for someone?" a voice called from behind.

"AH! W-who said that?"

Lili turned around and was met by a crooked tooth grin. A skinny old Chinese man with a white tanktop, black pants, and a bandana was staring at her.

"Ummm.. h-hello..." Lili greeted with a polite bow.

"If you're looking for someone... you should ask Leung Hao Ho."

"L-Leung Hao Ho? Does he know where Feng is?"

"Leung Hao Ho knows everything... for the right price."

"Oh boy, that sounds kinda dirty... d-do you know where I can find him?"

"An old liquor store on the other side of town. I write down directions for you."

Lili was still on guard as the smiling old man wrote down a few things on a piece of paper and gave it to her, his big grin not leaving his face for a second.

"Umm.. th-thank you..." Lili stammered, taking the piece of paper and bowing. "Thank you for all your help... b-but... why are you being so generous?"

"I touch you?"

"Wh-WHAT?!"

"I touch your breasts?"

"NO! GET OUT OF HERE, YOU OLD PERV!"

"Hmph, you damn foreigners... so young and pretty though, hee hee hee..."

Lili ran away from the old man as fast as possible, cursing under her breath about how uncouth these people were. But she decided not to get caught up on that... right now, she was more overjoyed that she had taken a step in the right direction.

"Now... let's go find this guy and get the information I need. I'm coming for you, Feng Wei!"