Banging the Hot MILFs of Tokyo-Chapter 24

A sneer erupted from the group leader's mouth who was normally referred to as Vulture King. "Let me handle this kiddo. What an asshole." He launched forward, grabbing Yuki's neck, lifting him up from the ground. He lowered himself to Yuki's eye level, gave a bit of slapping to his cheeks. "Pretty boy, do you like what we've done to you?"

"No!" Yuki spat in his face.

The thug growled. "You little shit!"

His fist crashed into Yuki's jaw again, snapping his head to the side. Yuki crumpled to the ground, his chest heaving heavily, blood pooling beneath his mouth.

Then again, the voice again rang aloud.

[Pain Resistance +150%.]

[Adrenaline Surge Mode: ENABLED.]

[Micro-Tissue Repair: In Progress. System Synchronization at 47%. Estimated Time to Full Activation: 6 minutes.]

[BEAST MODE Enabling...]

25%... 50%... 75%... 100%

INITIATION COMPLETE.

Take the lead, Yuki.

Every red dot you see marks a weakness.

Use them. Exploit them. Destroy them.

A strange surge of strength washed over him, his bruises and pain dullinh instantly. He felt his vision sharpen as red little dots appeared--- Just like it did while he gave Katashi Kurica a sex massage. However, this dots wasn't that of pleasure, it was showing their weaknesses where he could strike--their wrists, knees, ribs, throats.

Target points.

Yuki's lips curved into a slow, feral grin. He rose weakly from the ground unknowingly to them and the leader who went backwards to lit another cigarette from the packet. One of the goons stammered, as he had caught Yuki's steathly rise from the ground and stepped backwards. "What the hell...? He was out cold—!"

The leader turned, eyebrows raised—and froze at the sight of Yuki standing tall like he wasn't beaten to pulp some seconds ago. He trailed down Yuki's bare chest, the injuries on his chest were no more there. "Do you practice dark magic you asshole? How is that possible?"

He dropped his lighter onto the pavement, yelling at the goons to take action. "Daddy's boy wants to fight back. This time around I want Yuki Mori dead for good! We'd waybill his body to his sickling and psychotic mother!"

"Nobody speaks about my mother like that!"

Too late.

Yuki lunged.

His palm slammed into the goon's exposed wrist—the red dot—and it bent back with a sickening snap. The man howled in agony, collapsing.

The second attacker raised his baton.

Yuki ducked. His elbow drove into the man's inner knee—red dot. Ligament torn. The man dropped to one leg, screaming, just as Yuki spun around, heel cracking across his jaw.

[Precision Hit: 2 Critical Strikes. +60 XP Earned.]

The third came at him with a broken pipe. Yuki caught it mid-swing, the system ringing in his head.

[Target Identified: Left Wrist – Fracture Point.]

Yuki didn't hesitate. He twisted the pipe, knocking it out of the man's hand and caught out his left wrist.

CRACK!

The wrist gave way, bending beyond return and the pipe flying out of the thug's hand as he dropped to his knees in agony. "Asshole" the man whimpered. Yuki's eyes were unreadable—no pity, no remorse and sharply kicking the man on his throat.

He groaned, yelling in pain as blood gushed out from his neck before he landed dead cold on the pavement.

[Critical Hit: Windpipe Compression. Target Dead.]

Three down in less than sixty seconds.

"Hold up guys!" He snapped his fingers and the goons tripped behind him, their body cowering with fear. Never had they expected their best men to be killed to death by a mere Yuki Mori. "Daddy's boy got a superpower. We shall be back for you."

Yuki didn't respond. He stood motionless, chest rising and falling rapidly, blood and sweat coating his skin. Vulture King and his crew bolted into the night as fast as their legs could carry them leaving the three dead men on the ground.

And then—

[Targets Neutralized.]

[Life Core Reserve: -1 Heart. Remaining Lives: 4.]

[System Status: Shutting Down...]

[BEAST MODE: Deactivated.]

[Micro-Tissue Repair: Complete. Overload Detected.]

[WARNING: System Cooling Required. User Fatigue Reached Critical Threshold.]

Yuki blinked once. Twice.

The glowing red dots faded. His limbs trembled, the post-adrenaline crash hitting him like a freight train. His knees buckled. The strength that had surged through his body just moments ago now drained completely.

He fell.

Hard.

Collapsed face-first onto the pavement, blood-streaked and unconscious.

********

Next morning,

"Yuki Mori, a 21-year-old university student, was found unconscious and severely injured on the pavement along Takeshita Street in Harajuku early this morning. Authorities suspect foul play but have yet to release an official statement. Witnesses say the victim's condition was critical, yet oddly... stable. He was immediately transported to Tokyo General Hospital."

The television's low volume buzzed in the background, mixing with the steady beeping of a heart monitor. Yuki lay motionless on the hospital bed, hooked to an IV drip, bandages wrapping parts of his chest and arms. Though no visible injury has been noticed on his body.

Beside him, a nurse adjusted his chart, stealing a glance at the patient's vitals. "It's bizarre... he was practically dead when they brought him in. But his stats now? They're almost perfect."

Another nurse leaned closer, whispering, "They say he was attacked by a gang. But where are the fractures? Where's the internal bleeding? It's like his body... fixed itself."

As they spoke, Yuki's eyelids twitched. His fingers curled slightly, breath hitching.

Then—

[System Rebooting...]

[Welcome Back, Yuki Mori.]

[Status: Stable. New Abilities Pending Unlock.]

Yuki's eyes snapped open only to find himself in the hospital bed, confined to the bed with an IV hooked on his arms. He sighed, falling back into bed. He hadn't noticed the two nurses freaked to death by his sudden awake.

"Mr. Mori?"

Yuki's face turned to the woman who had called his name and gave a weak smile. As usual, he asked a question every person who fainted on the road and woke up in the hospital will normally say. "How did I get here?"

Breathing in courage, the red head nurse came forward, placing his chats on the metal tray. "Someone brought you in. Said you were found lifeless and naked along Takeshita Street. Um, the police will be here for a statement on what really happened. In the meantime, do you have anyone to call on your behalf so they could pay the bills?"

"And how much is this bill we are talking about? I'm just a college student, I can't afford to be in more debts."

"¥800,000. We had to rush you up to surgery to stitch your jaw and then placed you in the ICU to monitor your well-being. There are deposit percentage payment way you can consider if you can't pay it all at once."

Yuki laughed lifelessly out loud. He couldn't help but wonder why life had to be so cruel to him. First more debts and now more hospital debts!

A whole fucking ¥800,000, where the hell would he get such an amount after being fired from his only source of income!

"You shouldn't have picked me up. You should have let me die!"

Stunned by his words, the nurse awkwardly walked away from the room leaving Yuki in silence. Yuki rose from the bed, his head pounding a bit.

It rang again in his ears:

[System Rebooting...]

[Welcome Back, Yuki Mori.]

[Status: Stable. ]

[Extra life: filled up!]

Yuki's head throbbed painfully as he slowly pushed himself back onto the pillow. Suddenly, the calm system voice echoed softly in his mind again:

[Memory Backup Initiated: Yesterday's Data...]

[Progress: 25%]

[Progress: 50%]

[Progress: 75%]

[Progress: 100%]

...But then—

[ERROR DETECTED.]

[BUG FOUND IN MEMORY SECTOR.]

[VIRUS ALERT.]

[RECOMMENDATION: RUN ANTIVIRUS CLEANER.]

A shrill beep pierced through his head as it pounded more.

[WARNING: MEMORY LOSS IMMINENT.]

[INITIATING MEMORY PURGE...]

He grasped his head, desperate to hold onto the fragments slipping away.

"What just happened?"