But before starting to meditate, he stretched out his arm and grabbed his cell from the nightstand. He unlocked the screen and wrote two quick messages.
First to Natsuha:
(How are you feeling? If your body hurts too much and you can't walk tomorrow, let me know. I can tell the teacher you're sick so he doesn't mark you absent.)
Then, he looked for Miwa's contact:
(Sensei, are you sleeping?)
Natsuha's reply arrived almost instantly.
(Jin-kun, I'm fine. I already recovered~ ❤️)
And a second later, another message arrived:
(By the way... I was thinking. Could you come to my house every day after class to give me 'tutoring'? After today's study session, I realized there are still a lot of things I don't know... and that I need you to teach me thoroughly 🤤)
Reading the message, a twisted smile appeared on Jin.
(Sure, no problem. But I have to be home at six. I got back too late today and Mira punished me for it 😔)
Her response was immediate:
(Hehe, understood. Poor Jin-kun. Don't worry, I'll Make it up to you.)
…
Natsuha stared at the lit-up screen of her phone with an expression that crossed the line between adoration and madness.
"Punished..."
She whispered the word, imagining Jin being dominated.
She let out a low, wet, and nervous giggle, fitting of a true nymphomaniac.
She wished she could skip time.
She wished it was already tomorrow afternoon to have him inside her again...
Her breathing quickened.
The hand not holding the phone slowly went down her belly, sliding under the silk sheets, and her fingers anxiously sought the heat between her legs, which was already soaked just from reading his messages.
She squeezed her thighs tight, rubbing against her own fingers while the image of Jin's face flooded her mind.
"Jin-kun... ah~... Jin-kun...♥️!"
…
On the other hand, his teacher's reply took a little while to arrive.
(Not yet. I'm brushing my teeth. Is something wrong?)
In her bachelorette apartment, Miwa was standing in front of the bathroom mirror juggling: with one hand she was typing on her phone and with the other she was holding the electric toothbrush buzzing in her mouth.
She had her hair up in a high bun and a moisturizing face mask stuck to her face.
She was wearing an old t-shirt that was supposedly oversized, but it didn't look like it.
The fabric strained dangerously over her chest, struggling to contain that pair of tits hanging freely without a bra, and bouncing with a hypnotic motion every time she moved the toothbrush.
Down below it was the same.
The long pants clung desperately to her hips, outlining thick, fleshy thighs that rubbed against each other, while the back fabric sank deep into the crack of her ass, swallowed by a round ass that seemed to want to burst the seams.
Her phone vibrated again.
(What do you think of the moon tonight?)
Almost instantly, an attached photo arrived: a sharp image of the full moon seen from Jin's window.
The moon?
Blinking, Miwa spit out the toothpaste and understood the reference instantly.
(Do you take me for a fool or what?) she wrote quickly.
Immediately she looked at herself in the mirror, pouting indignantly.
She knew perfectly well that the phrase "The moon is beautiful" was a literary and cheesy way of saying "I love you".
'That kid...!' Just because at noon he saw her panic over that incident and act a little clumsy, now he thought she was the typical naive blonde who's easy to manipulate!
"He'll see next time…"
She was going to teach him what a teacher's dignity is all about!
She quickly imagined herself in the classroom, imposing, holding a ruler with authority while Jin was on his knees, and then...
Her mind started wandering toward a fantasy where she had total control and he was begging, but the phone buzzing brought her back to Earth.
New message from Jin:
(You caught me, haha. But seriously: be careful. Don't get too comfortable or talk so carelessly with strange men again.)
And a second later:
(Get some rest. And try to dream about me. Good night, Miwa 😘)
Upon reading those words, her "anger" evaporated instantly and a warm current ran through her chest, erasing the irritation.
Sighing, a silly smile curved her lips, and she gently hugged the phone against her large breasts.
"Dummy~..." she whispered to the silence of her apartment.
…
"Too easy."
Leaving the phone on the bed and feeling victorious after having put the teacher in her place, Jin closed his eyes to go back to meditating.
He took a deep breath, letting the spiritual energy flow through his body following the basic techniques he had learned in high school.
In this world, when the "Awakened" get their powers, most receive boring elemental abilities like shooting fire or water.
A lucky few get psychic or spatial stuff.
Even so, what he had awakened was something in a totally different category.
He focused and the blue System panel appeared.
[Skill: Heartsteel]
[Effect: When you are near an enemy, you generate a charge over 3 seconds. The charged attack deals brutal physical damage based on your Max Health, heals you for that same amount, and grants you 10% of that damage as Permanent Max Health.
Cooldown: 30 seconds per target.]
Reading the description again, he couldn't stop a smile from crossing his face.
"Was the description necessary?" he murmured. "Do you take me for someone who's never played LoL?"
This wasn't just any skill. It was literally the Mythic item Heartsteel from League of Legends!
The item for immortal tanks!
It meant only one thing: Infinite Scaling. The more he fought, the more health he'd have. The more health he had, the harder he'd hit.
'I can already hear the sound...' he thought clenching his fists with excitement. 'That metallic CLONG! every time I bust someone's head open..."'
While he continued cultivating energy, he took a quick look at the rest of his stats.
[Host: Jin]
[Constitution: Rank 5]
[Mana: Rank 3]
[Title: Envoy of Justice (Unranked)...]
[Skills:
Charm Body (Passive): Drastically increases your attractiveness. Generates a supernatural attraction in the opposite sex. It is extremely easy to obtain the good will (and the panties) of women.
Saitama Training: 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10km run every day. Increases physical constitution constantly. No limit.
Elemental Magic Mastery (Low Rank): Master all low-rank elemental magic.
Guardian Angel (Low Rank): ...
….]
[Items: ...]
Jin sighed with pleasure.
Heartsteel for infinite health combined with Saitama Training for infinite physical strength.
"This is what I call... the ultimate combination."
...
The night flew by and morning came way too soon.
Though, to be honest, the wake-up call made it worth it. Yuna decided to use her special alarm service: the morning "face wash."
Basically, Jin woke up feeling a delicious weight on his chest and a sudden lack of air. Yuna had climbed on top of him and was smashing his face with her huge tits, forcefully rubbing her soft, hot, and scented cleavage against his nose.
It was the most pleasant suffocation in the world, waking up with his face buried between two delicious pillows.
With his face still smelling like her and a satisfied smile, he went down for breakfast. He ate the food Mira had prepared with the same meticulous perfection she did everything else with, and headed out to school.
But today he changed up his routine.
Instead of walking, he decided to take the subway.
The reason was purely logical: he had cleaned up his own neighborhood too much. After three years of handing out brutal beatings and schooling the local scum, the delinquents and the typical dyed-blonde punks looking for trouble didn't dare show their faces around there anymore.
He had run out of prey close to home.
So he set his sights on the subway.
And anyone who has seen enough Japanese porn or hentai knows that crowded cars are the favorite hunting grounds for perverts, gropers, and human trash.
It's the classic scenario.
If he wanted to find new targets to beat the shit out of and earn points, that was the place.
Even though he left early to try and beat rush hour, it was naive.
Upon reaching the platform, he realized the station was already a swarm.
There were people everywhere: a sea of salarymen in suits, office ladies in tight pencil skirts, and students in dangerously short school uniforms.
In this country, owning a car is a luxury and taxis charge an arm and a leg just to breathe, so everyone is forced to cram into these underground metal tubes.
If it weren't for the fact that he lived a stone's throw from school, Jin would never go near this hellhole, but today was a field trip day.
When the train arrived and the doors opened, Jin shoved his way inside along with the mass.
Empty seats? Dream on. That was an urban myth at this hour.
Looking for a strategic position, he elbowed his way through until he reached the area next to the sliding door.
There was a little more air there and, most importantly, he had a perfect view of the whole car.
He leaned against the glass, feeling the body heat of the crowd pressing in from all sides.
Once his position was secured, Jin narrowed his eyes.
The hunt had begun.
As soon as he activated the [Threat Scanner], his peripheral vision was tinged red.
The system marked a target instantly.
It was a young guy, broad-shouldered and with bleach-blonde dyed hair.
A classic.
You could tell from a mile away that he was a professional groper. He moved with the sway of the car, using the bodies of the other passengers as shields to stay out of the security cameras' angles.
Jin followed the guy's line of sight and found the prey.
And fuck, he understood perfectly why the guy had chosen her.
She was an office lady, dressed in the typical black skirt suit, but her body was light years away from being that of an average girl.
She was a total bombshell.
She had auburn hair tied up in a high ponytail that left a long and elegant neck exposed.
However, what grabbed the eye was what was below.
The white shirt was begging for mercy, strangled by a pair of big, milky tits that strained the fabric until making it almost transparent.
The buttons were holding on by a pure miracle.
And the pencil skirt... God, that skirt was so tight it looked vacuum-sealed over wide, maternal hips and a huge ass that was screaming to be grabbed with both hands.
She was the definition of a mature woman at her peak.
Her long legs were sheathed in flesh-colored stockings, so fine and transparent that they gave her skin an oily sheen.
The Blonde was looking at her like a hungry wolf looking at a piece of fresh meat.
His eyes shone with pure lust while he licked his lips, imagining what he would do with those legs.
Taking advantage of the train braking and the mass of people, the stalker started pushing, getting closer inch by inch toward that monumental ass.
Jin was ready to intervene and break his face.
But then, something weird happened.
When he was just a couple of meters away, about to make contact, the Blonde stopped dead. He stayed still, blending in with the people, without taking the final step.
Jin frowned. What was he doing? Did he get cold feet? Had he spotted him?
Just at that moment, the robotic voice of the PA system solved the mystery:
"Next station: …. Please, make sure not to forget your belongings…"
The train started to slow down. The Blonde hadn't stopped; he was simply waiting for her to get off to follow her outside.
The car doors opened.
The MILF stepped onto the platform, and the sound of her heels clicking against the floor was like a dinner bell for the predator. The Blonde shot out behind her, his gaze locked on the hypnotic movement of those cheeks wrapped in the tight skirt.
Jin got out too, moving like a ghost and maintaining the perfect distance to not be detected by either of them.
The woman walked fast, with determined steps.
She left the station and turned sharply toward a narrow and dimly lit alley, disappearing from view.
Seeing that she was walking into the lion's den, the aggressor's blood boiled with pure excitement.
"Bingo..." he whispered, with an erection throbbing in his pants.
He picked up the pace and rushed into the alley, expecting to find her cornered and trembling with fear, ready for him to do whatever he wanted with that mature body.
But what he found was a cloud of pressurized gas straight to the face.
"Take this, pig!"
She wasn't running away; she was waiting for him.
She had seen his drooling reflection in the car window ten minutes ago and had prepared the ambush.
"AAAAHHH!" The Blonde let out a miserable shriek.
The pepper spray got into his eyes and nose, burning his mucous membranes like pure acid.
He brought his hands to his face, blinded and with snot running down, but she gave him no respite.
She took a rectangular taser out of her purse, turned it on, and stepping forward, jammed it hard into his side.
BZZZZZT!
The sound of the electric shock bounced off the alley walls.
The Blonde's body went stiff, convulsing violently while the electricity fried his nerves, until he fell to his knees, foaming at the mouth.
The woman huffed, looking at him with disgust, thinking it was over. But then, the atmosphere changed abruptly.
"You... you damn brazen bitch!"
The Blonde's scream rang out as he staggered to his feet, and suddenly, his skin started to glow.
Tongues of red fire erupted from his pores, wrapping him in an infernal aura.
BOOM!
An explosive wave of heat blasted from his body.
Letting out a scream, the woman stumbled backward, shielding her face as the heat singed the ends of her hair.
The fire vaporized the tears and pepper spray from the aggressor's face in an instant, leaving a cloud of hissing steam.
The Blonde opened his eyes, which now glowed a maniacal red, and a sadistic smile transformed his face.
He didn't give a shit about sex anymore; now he wanted to burn her alive and hear her scream.
Opening his mouth, he wanted to let out a few words...
But he never got to say a word.
A sharp and ruthless blow struck him right on the back of the neck.
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