My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten Chapter 75 Uncontrollable Urge

"How?" she asked, her eyes widening as she turned around to see the ball of fire now the size of a fist.

"Oh, I thought you were busy," he said with a shrug. "So I decided to practice on my own."

"But I only turned my back for a few minutes," she stamred.

"Maybe I'm just really connected to the fire?" he said with a raised eyebrow, a hint of confusion crossing his face as he tilted his head, still not understanding why she was so surprised.

"Forget it. Just keep going. Repetition is a good way to get familiar with it," she instructed.

He followed her words, focusing on his training. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes stretched into hours.

Before long, the ball of fire had grown to the size of two basketballs.

"That's enough," Lucy said, nodding in satisfaction. "Being able to release that much is impressive, but now you need to work on control. If you can master that, you'll kill two birds with one stone—boosting your output while sharpening your precision."

Asher nodded, catching her point.

"Good. Now, try splitting the fire. Make both flas equal in size and intensity. Don't create a second fla—split the first one."

Seeing the confusion on his face, she stepped forward. "Here, let show you," she said, raising her hand.

In an instant, a ball of blood hovered above her palm.

"This is Basic Control," she explained.

The ball split into ten smaller pieces. "This is Novice."

Then the ten pieces divided into 100. "This is Interdiate."

Next, the 100 pieces split into 1,000. "This is Advanced."

The 1,000 pieces then divided into 10,000. "This is Mastery."

Finally, the blood split into 100,000 tiny droplets. "This is Perfection."

Asher stood speechless. Her control was beyond impressive—being able to manage 100,000 droplets with such precision proved just how skilled she was.

"I'm showing you this to prove a point. Having a lot of energy might give an advantage, but in a fight, the ones with better control of their power win 9 tis out of 10. Do you know why?"

He had an idea, but he stayed quiet, letting her explain. She seed to enjoy it, so he didn't want to interrupt.

"It's because the more control you have over your elent, the more efficient you are, and the less energy you waste. You can unleash powerful attacks with just a fraction of the energy soone with less control would need," she explained.

"I get it now,"

"Good. Now, it's your turn. I'll watch."

Asher extended his right hand, and a fire ball fla ford, flickering brightly in his palm.

He concentrated , trying to divide the fla, but it was harder than he expected.

'I need to find a way to focus my attention...' he trailed off, then added, 'Maybe it will be easier to use two hands.'

He took a deep breath, raised his left arm, and slowly moved it toward the fire.

The goal was to transfer the fla, but as soon as he tried, it didn't go as smoothly. It flickered, shrinking and threatening to snuff out.

Focusing harder, he reached out with his energy, carefully guiding the fla across.

After a few seconds, a portion of the fire moved to his left palm. It wasn't perfect, but it was there.

The real challenge ca next—he needed to balance the two flas.

He adjusted the size and intensity, making sure both stayed steady.

After about three minutes, he had balanced the two flas—equal in size and intensity.

Lucy nodded in approval. "Good. Now, keep practicing until you reach your limit,"

He repeated the process over and over, pushing himself further with each try.

Hours passed, and by the end of the day, he had divided the flas into 10 smaller pieces

He didn't look satisfied with his current pace.

But Lucy thought otherwise. In less than 24 hours, he had done what most would take weeks to achieve.

She stayed silent, letting him work through his frustration. She knew he'd realize how far he had co soon enough.

Before continuing his training, he decided to take a short break. As he relaxed, he took the opportunity to speak.

"I need to visit my mother...And I wanted to ask if you can help heal her?"

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Lucy's wasn't surprised. She had already looked into his background and knew about her.

"I can curd her," she replied without hesitation. Healing a human was child's play to her.

"Thank you... Thank you so much" Asher replied, his voice full of gratitud.

"But I have conditions," she raised a finger.

"Anything," he replied quickly.

"After I heal her, she can't stay here," Lucy said firmly. "This place isn't safe for humans. The negative energy will affect her body and soul, and eventually she will die,"

Asher paused for a second. "But she doesn't have anywhere else to go."

Lucy gave him a smile before shrugging slightly. "You don't need to worry about that. Just find her a better place, sowhere she can relax."

"Take this," she handed a black card. "It's from the Yamagi Family. It has a limit of ten million credits."

"Ten million credits?" Asher swallowed hard. That was a huge amount.

"Is that enough? I can get them to increase it to 100 million—"

"No, this is more than enough," he interrupted. He wouldn't even know how to spend that much.

"Then why are you worried?"

Asher scratched his head. "You see, I use to work for a whole month to earn 20,000 credits. This amount is way too much for soone like . Don't worry, I'll only use it for her dical bills and to get her a place."

Lucy sighed, her gaze softening.

"Stop overthinking it. Spend it however you want. Money doesn't an much to people like , and eventually, it won't matter to you either. Spoil your mother a little. Get her a nicer apartnt. I think she deserves it."

Money had no value to her, not because she had plenty of cash to spare, but because she could get whatever she needed from the Yamagi Family with ease.

Asher still looked uneasy about having so much cash. He had been a slave to it for so long, and letting go of that habit wouldn't be easy.

"But what if she asks where I got the money? I don't want her thinking I'm doing anything illegal like selling drugs," he responded with a concerned look.

"I..." Lucy covered her mouth, struggling to suppress a smile. She found his logic amusing—he was concerned about his mother thinking he sold drugs, yet he had no qualms about killing humans.

'I can't hold it anymore...I want to keep acting like a strict teacher, but he's just too adorable... I'll give myself a cheat day when he's not training.'

A teasing look crossed her face as she stepped a little closer, her playful grin growing.

"Don't worry," she whispered, her voice soft and sweet. "I'll co with you to explain." She paused, leaning in closer, tilting her head so her lips almost brushed his ear.

"I'm sure I can make it sound... really convincing." she added.