Chapter 14: Bullies Everywhere
"I’ve got an idea..."
A group of four students sat in a dorm room smoking cigarettes in a circle.
One of these students was Daniel Forest.
He took a deep pull from his cigarette before continuing to explain his plan to the others.
"You know how the dork always goes to the rooftop? That’s where one of us should kick the shit out of him."
One of the other bullies, a larger boy with buzzed brown hair and a slightly chubby face, chuckled.
"Hehe, that sounds good. It would ruin his little safe space."
This boy’s name was Brandon Brookhouse, and he was well known because his father was a part of the Heavy Hitters professional fighters organisation, which was currently one of the highest-ranked organisations in London.
Daniel looked at the slightly chubby boy and passed him his cigarette.
"Do you want to do the honours?"
Brandon’s eyes widened.
"I thought you wanted to kick his ass yourself?" he asked.
"I do, of course. But I’m willing to do you a favour and let you have this one. Besides, I’m already smashing your older sister, right? Consider this a returned favour."
A wide smile began to spread across Brandon’s face, whilst the others in the room looked at him with jealousy.
Their leader Daniel was actually letting Brandon have some of the fun!
"I’ll make sure to crush him properly."
"Good!" Daniel clapped his hands together before taking the cigarette back from Brandon.
"I’m sure he doesn’t need to be in any worse condition for the mock battles, but oh well. It’s not like he had any chance anyway."
...
Kalon found himself looking forward to travelling to Venduros more than he ever had before.
Part of the reason was because he had finally acquired an SSS-Rank active skill that he could use in battle.
If someone attacked him on the planet, he could defend himself. This made exploring an option for him.
The other reason was, of course, Josinia’s rich breasts.
He had found himself dreaming about the way they practically melted in his hands. Even whilst training, he used them as motivation to finish strong.
Now, he had a chance to do it again.
[Initiating Travel Sequence...]
[Adapting body to suit conditions...]
[...]
[You have arrived!]
Kalon arrived at the now familiar orange planet and felt the warm wind against his skin.
He leaned against the rooftop railings and looked out at the city ahead of him.
He watched as horses ignored the roads below and instead simply flew in the air, carrying carriages behind them.
They dropped off at purple-skinned skyscrapers that didn’t have doors on the ground floor. There was no need, when transport didn’t even use the road.
Josinia had told him that this was the capital city of Venduros, and the heart of the empire.
City Albatross.
He continued watching as night life passed in the city.
It wasn’t much different from Earth. The Vendurions wore clothing similar to humans, since their bodies were the same other than their skin colour.
I wonder if one day I’ll be able to see aliens with four eyes, or maybe even extra limbs...
...
After ten minutes passed, Kalon realised that something was wrong.
There was no sign of Josinia anywhere.
Usually, he checked this rooftop every night, since it was the same place and time that they always met.
Yet he couldn’t see her bubbly face or bouncing hair anywhere.
I guess I’ll check the maid quarters.
Kalon entered the palace and travelled through the corridors, making sure to stay in the darkness.
He hid from purple-skinned servant maids until he reached Josinia’s room.
From the outside, he could hear muffled chatter...
"You don’t think we didn’t hear your moans last night?"
"Tell us what servant you’re mating with?"
"When we tell the head maid, it’s over for you. She’s going to tell the princess, and if you can’t prove that you were in love with the man, you’ll be thrown in the dungeons."
The accusations kept getting thrown at Josinia as Kalon listened from outside.
He could hear the faint sounds of crying.
Without even noticing, his fists were clenched until blood started to form in his palms.
This was bullying. There was no other way to describe it.
The same thing that he had experienced.
For some reason, he felt such severe anger when hearing this. Even more anger than he felt when he himself was bullied.
For a moment, he considered waiting outside. After all, barging inside would only cause more issues for Josinia.
But then, he heard one last sentence.
"Or, you can show us all your body instead."
Those words... they came from a man.
Kalon kicked open the locked door and almost blew it off its hinges.
There were four figures all staring at him with wide eyes.
One was a short maid with a chubby build and unappealing face.
Another was a taller, more beautiful maid with a bountiful chest and almost pink skin.
One was a male servant dressed in a black suit. He was of average height and build, with white hair slicked with oil.
Finally, there was Josinia, staring up at him with teary eyes.
They all saw a short human with white skin, short black hair, and an angry-looking face.
Kalon stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
"What... what is that?" The chubby maid stuttered.
"Is that..." the taller maid’s voice trailed off.
The male stepped forward to get a closer look, bending his body slightly so that he was on Kalon’s level.
"No way," he said in disbelief. "Is he a—"
Before the final words could even leave his mouth, Kalon’s fist crashed into the man’s chin, sending him staggering backwards.
It was the first time he had ever landed a punch on a man, and it felt good.
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