Chloe’s heart stuttered. Her mind reeled. It was so... different. After everything he’d just done to her, that kiss was the one thing that truly disard her.
She didn’t know what to say. She just dressed in silence.
And when she finally left, her legs barely working, her thoughts were a tangled ss of confusion and desire.
Yohan stayed behind. She didn’t know what he was thinking, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Her fingers rubbed against her delicate lips as she recalled their final kiss.
With his cum still dripping down her legs she couldn’t forget the sensation.
’He didn’t even ask if he could cum inside’
Luckily Mia was nowhere to be found, so she used this ti to properly wash herself up in the bathroom.
After the close of work they all went their separate ways.
Yohan stayed behind, he needed to prepare a special oil he was going to use on Anna the next day.
After a few hours he was done, but at this ti it was already late into the night. The streets were darker and there was hardly any other person in sight.
He hadn’t walked that far before spotting three n heading towards him. When they got close enough he noticed that one of them was Dave.
"I’ve been waiting for you," Dave said with a mischievous smile, "you think you can embarrass and get away with it?"
Yohan tensed up, the two n that accompanied him looked like hardened criminals. He couldn’t imagine fighting either one of them let alone all three of them.
Yet he couldn’t just back down and let them walk all over him.
"I told you I wouldn’t tolerate any disrespect in my shop," he replied firmly, standing his ground.
"You still have sothing to say, seems like you don’t understand the position you’re in," Dave said.
"Co with ," Dave grabbed him by the shoulder and started leading him away.
Yohan panicked and tried to break free, but one of the other n grabbed his opposite shoulder.
Now they were forcing him to a direction where he had no idea what was waiting for him, Yohan knew he couldn’t follow them.
Instead he needed to look for a way out.
He rembered everything he had read in the book about pressure points and so on, there were certain points in the body that only needed one hit to destabilize or completely incapacitate a person.
Yohan stepped down hard on the top of the foot of the man gripping him to the right. The guy howled, his grip loosening just long enough for Yohan to make his move.
He lunged forward and slamd his forehead into Dave’s face, feeling the sickening crunch of cartilage as Dave’s nose gave way. Blood spurted instantly. Dave dropped with a shout, hands flying to his face.
The last man ca charging.
Yohan ducked under the wild swing, instinct and desperation taking over. He saw the opening, the chin was wide open.
He threw everything he had into the uppercut.
The man’s head snapped back, and he collapsed like a sack of bricks, out cold before he hit the ground.
Yohan stood over the three bodies, panting, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hardly believe it—but all three were down.
Then Dave groaned, already trying to get back up. The man Yohan had stomped was dragging himself to his feet, clutching his foot.
Yohan didn’t wait. He turned and sprinted, running as fast as his legs could carry him.
"You fucker!" Dave snarled, voice muffled as he pressed both hands to his ruined nose. "You’d better run, because you are dead at!"
Yohan didn’t stop until he got to his house, he rushed in and bolted the door behind him. It was only then he managed to catch his breath.
When he finally confird that they didn’t follow him, he slowly regained his composure only for him to raise his head and see the family of three staring curiously at him from the living room.
"Good evening," he said as he awkwardly slipped past and into his room, shutting the door behind him.
He was still shaken up by the event so he continued pacing around the room.
’Were they going to hurt ?’ he wondered, even though he knew that was most likely their intention.
Even if it wasn’t before after what he had just done, they were not going to let him off the hook.
’If that is the case what am I going to do about it?’
Mia had already told him Dave was part of a gang and they also knew where he worked so they would definitely be planning so sort of revenge.
’But I was really good back there’ he recalled just how easily he took down the three of them.
It wasn’t just that he knew where to attack, it was that his attacks were fast, precise and carried weight.
And he didn’t feel that tired after fighting and running all the way ho.
’have I beco stronger?’
’Did the mixture that changed my appearance also cause to have more strength?’
"Is that sort of thing even possible?" he whispered to himself.
Yohan couldn’t believe it so he decided to put it to the test.
Dropping to the floor, he started doing pushups. He counted, and kept counting, until he reached two hundred.
He froze. In his entire life, he had never done more than twenty.
Now he did two hundred with ease, and still felt like he could do more.
"I guess it really is true, I have sohow beco stronger," he muttered, staring at his hands in awe.
In addition to having mories from the future he also had the physique and stamina of a power house.
He smirked as he realized there was no need to run from anyone. With the information he knew about the human body plus his new found strength he could easily handle a hundred guys like Dave.
"There’s no need to be scared, instead it’s they should fear," he chuckled to himself as he left his room in search of food.
"I’m starving," he mumbled, stepping into the living room.
He paused abruptly as he saw what was playing on the television. It was a soccer match between two teams. Blue folks and Red demons.
It looked awfully familiar.
Then he rembered why.
His uncle was obsessed with soccer, and followed it religiously. Yohan had been forced to watch this very match before.
Looking at the score line he suddenly had a very brilliant idea.
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