Turning the Other Cheek

Kansuke arrived at 113 East Street and stood proudly outside his 4th floor apartment's wabbly doorway while checking the stain on his pants. Making sure all the cum marks were completely gone from Sanako's mouth, he began to mentally prepare for the feast waiting on his bed for his afternoon 'snack'.

Feeling completely satisfied with his morning in the Gene Association's Training Pavilion, he still felt his endless libido skyrocketing as he entered into the space. However, noticing a sound of snoring on the thatched roof above, Kansuke walked outside and jumped up to confirm his suspicions.

In his neighborhood, it was common for mendicants and harlots to regularly shelter themselves in strange areas unnoticeable to the commoner's eyes. In Yellow District, these poor individuals were completely ignored and even spit on, causing Kansuke to pity that sound and head briskly to his room.

However, Kansuke couldn't ignore it once he heard Michi's name being muttered loudly over his sleeping trinity of beauties. Climbing on top of his roof, an old looking raggedy man squeezed two melons of air and championed his activities with his deep hoarse voice.

"Oh, Michi. You're being too good to me," The old man dreamed out loud, speaking fondly while thrusting the demon between his legs, "It's a shame your boyfriend died and went to heaven and left me the inheritences to your pussy!"

*bang* *bang* *bang* *bang*

Kansuke's foot brazenly slammed into the old man's little lump before a prodigious laughter exited his wrinkled mouth. Finally, that same old man opened his eyes and grabbed the steel toe boots on Kansuke's impending attack.

Not daring to let this little brat keep going after his holy package, that old man completely flipped Kansuke into the air before realizing he'd completely wavered from his original goal.

Kansuke had been his, Tanabe Natsumi's, goal from the Gene Association's Highest members. These men would even make the likes of Morine Haru prostate themselves before their eminent figures and endless harems of beauties.

Still, Natsumi hoped to have fun and similarly test the power generated from the young prodigy of the association's rage. Even going as far to pretend to NTR his girlfriends, he imagined Kansuke's foot merely causing him to feel an itch on his balls.

However, not only did Kansuke nearly break what his mother gave him, but he also caused him to feel a smidgen of pain. Watching Kansuke land in a tree a few hundred meters away, Natsumi laughed and exploded outwards before arriving by Kansuke's unfortunate side.

Seeing him hanging above three girls gasping in shock, Natsumi told them he was already taken, and set him down on the pavement beneath their feet.

Laughing for a second, he never expected that Kansuke's eyes would still be raging with fury. Dodging a few fists from this callous young man, Natsumi finally had enough of playing nice and summoned a level 20 gene element, Thorns of Death.

Feeling like a Celestial Fire Dragon's wings were wrapped tightly around his muscular body, Kansuke sighed and kept imagining hitting the old perverted bastard on the head. After a few minutes of being tied in that position, the old man finally stated why he'd blessed Kansuke with his overpowering presence.

"You little bitty brat! I play a single prank on you and you try and destroy my manhood! If you weren't such a genius, I'd already have ruined your progeny!"

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were so strong." Kansuke held up his hands, being his natural self. "However, my girlfriends are special. I'll kill you if you say their names like that again."

"Do you really think I care what you say, Kansuke, or about your little treasure trove of pussy? I'm here because the Governor saw you in the Training Pavillion earlier today, and wanted to give you a reward."

"I don't need a reward, I already got a blowjob," Kansuke couldn't imagine anything better, "However, if I could have one gift, it'd be hitting you in the face."

The old man named Ide Sessue laughed and pointed at his chin. "Fine, but if you hit my face I get to keep your reward. Even if you hit me, I won't feel—"

*bang*

Kansuke unrestrainedly used the Imperial Fire Arts to increase his speed and send his hardest slap into Sessue's face. Managing to make him stumble, Sessue's eyes soon flared up with rage as lightning threateningly sparkled in his eyes.

"Damn it! You're a fool! If you hit me again, I really won't give you your reward!"

"Sorry, but that was for my girlfriends" Kansuke admitted, shaking off his hands, "However, why are your balls so hard? Did your wife forget to spread open her legs?"

"No, Kansuke. I'm a level 88 Gene Elementalist, and my 'wives' cherish this pretty face you scoundrel! Now, getting back to business, the Governor wanted me to give you a present!"

"Okay, I already enjoyed hitting you," Kansuke smiled, walking towards his apartment. "Tell the Governor thank you, but no thank you. Whatever the Governor has to offer, tell him I'll decline but send my regards."

Kansuke worried naturally about the strings attached to such a prestigious reward. Even if he wasn't a Celestial Fire Dragon, the him of the past naturally treaded lightly when dealing with higher figures.

He had heard many tails of the poor being taken advantage of by the rich. Hence, he didn't expect for Sessue to have anything better than the present waiting promisingly on his bed of beauties. Of course, as the true person to figure out the Imperial Fire Steps, even a strand of such a masterpiece would make most Gene Elementalists bend on all fours.

Hearing his refusal, the old man stuttered before yelling out at the top of his lungs. "Fine, you can't have this reward until you win the First Azure Provisional Tournament! However, if you lose, I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

"Deal," Kansuke said, smiling as he turned around, "However, when I win, I also get to slap you in the face."

"Ugh, you ungrateful little shit!" Sessue laughed, rubbing his cheek, "If you win, not only can you slap my face, even my great grand daughter will take the brunt of your cock."

"Even better," Kansuke had no idea what he was signing up for, walking into the treasure trove paradise of his apartment. "Tell her to wear a skirt to the tournament. After the final round, I'll bend her over in front of the entire audience."