27 Sucker Punch

“Oi, oi, oi. You should grow your hair out longer, you look gorgeous.”

The atmosphere turned chilly.

Asahi started getting goosebumps but mistook it for his excitement. There was no change in Hikaru’s expression, but something happened.

Seeing Hikaru’s slim body, Asahi left his guard down. Even the curvy woman had more resistance than a little boy.

“I’m fine! Just go! Get out of here now!” The woman said.

She will give up the chance of being saved to save the young boy who was being pulled into her dilemma.

Suddenly she received a brutal kick to her stomach.

“Shut up! I’m not done with you yet!” Asahi said.

Just as he turned around to walk away, she hurriedly latched onto his feet.

“Please! Take me instead. I’ll give you a good time. Please, you can do anything you want to me. Just let the boy go!”

She could pick up the lust coming from Asahi, and he directed it at the boy who wanted to rescue her.

She could imagine his innocence taken from him at a young age and how his life will be in the future just because she asked a little kid for help.

She was prepared to sacrifice her body to save the boy.

Asahi crouched and brushed the top of her head to the hair on her cheek.

“That’s a good girl. You’re really cute.”

She tried to give a seductive smile, but it ended up being shaky and terrified.

“But you know…”

Asahi grabbed her by the chin, squeezing her cheeks out.

She looked at him in fear.

“I like it when girls scream and beg me to stop. I don’t go to whorehouses like everyone else. I’m a man of wonderful tastes after all.” He said while grinning.

She could smell the putrid beef coming from his yellow teeth. A metallic scent stung her sinuses. It was akin to the smell of blood.

He flipped out a knife and held it next to her face. Her eyes bulged upon seeing it.

“Be a good girl and don’t get in my way. I’ll play with you later. Got it?”

He held her chin tight, but she tried to nod. When he felt that, he let go of her.

He got up and tore his leg from her weak grasp.

“I’m sorry… So sorry.” She whispered.

She had given up protecting the boy when her life was in danger. Likewise, she would let Asahi abuse her body but to die in an alleyway all alone just like that was something she couldn’t risk.

She felt guilty and ashamed at her selfishness.

Asahi kept thinking that he had seen no one as good-looking as the boy in front of him. He’s prettier than any girls he has seen.

Even though he had seen better-looking movie stars, he had never seen them in person and seeing them in actual life was a unique thing altogether.

Staring at Hikaru’s face was like looking at a K-pop Star from up close. Asahi was thinking of not leaving this as a one-off thing and considered kidnapping this boy and tying him up to his bed.

He imagined making Hikaru wear a wig and cross-dress into his little plaything.

He swirled his tongue on the inside of his mouth as he savored that image. The bulge in his pants hurt from being so tight.

Nothing was going to stop him from making his fantasies a reality.

As much as he was concerned, the big-breasted woman was the bait to trap the helpless boy. He didn’t mind if she ran away as long as he caught the kid.

He didn’t come in a car. Likewise, he wanted to call his friends who were in the area to come over, so they could take the kid back to his place but didn’t want to scare the kid away. So he decided to pull his phone out later.

“If you beat me in a fistfight, then I’ll let her go. How’s that, kid?”

“Really? You’ll let her go?” Hikaru said indifferently.

He didn’t believe a word he was saying.

“Sure. I’m a man of my word.” He placed his hand on his chest as he said that nobly.

“I don’t mind as long as you don’t run away.”

Asahi burst into laughter whereas Hikaru’s expression didn’t change. He just stood there patiently.

“Do you think you’re a superhero from some kind of manga!” Asahi said as he wiped his tears.

“Kids these days, it's all the anime they’ve been making.”

Asahi whistled and sighed from a merry laugh.

He then walked casually towards Hikaru as if he was taking a stroll in the park.

When he got closer, he raised his open palms out in a T-pose and flexed his fingers. He was beckoning for Hikaru to come at him.

“Come here, I’ll give you a freebie. Give it your best shot kid.”

Seeing those flimsy arms of Hikaru through his short sleeve, they didn’t worry Asahi at all.

It would still hurt, but it wasn’t as dangerous as another thug punching him. He also expected Hikaru to kick him in the balls, but he had already prepared for that.

Since it was a common self-defense move, one he had personally experienced from his first assault when a woman kicked him in the nuts. Since then, he wore a cup (jockstrap) every time he hunted.

If Hikaru didn’t have the guts to hit him, he would sucker punch Hikaru and force him to the ground. If Hikaru did punch, he would quickly grapple him and press him to the ground. Either way, he would hit home runs into this little boy’s back alley tonight.

Hikaru pulled his arm back and threw a punch towards his stomach. Asahi chuckled at this.

Then suddenly he got the wind knocked right out of him. He bent over on his knees and then fell sideways. His eyes bulged out at the sudden jolt of pain. He didn’t know what was happening to him, and he couldn’t breathe.

Hikaru then walked by him to the woman.

‘What is going on! What the hell did he do to me!’ Asahi thought in between the waves of pain.

“Are you okay?” Hikaru said to the woman on the ground.

“I… Yes, I’m o-” She stopped talking when Hikaru extended a hand to her.

She didn’t take it and only stared at his hand speechlessly. A moment later tears fell from her eyes.

Hikaru had a look of surprise. He didn’t understand why she didn’t take his hand and started crying.