Chapter 38

When Flitz saw the sleeping girl, he made a sign to Kyon to stop and pointed to one of the dummies, a sly grin creeping over his face:

«Hide behind it.» - He picked up another punching bag, sneaked up behind the girl and gently woke her up.

Juno opened her eyes, still looking drowsy. A terrifying blurry silhouette loomed over her. It had a mouth fixed with the mattress seam, a chipped nose, one eye hanging by a thin thread...

«The bill comes due! Here comes a reckoning!» - A harsh, inhuman voice growled.

Juno did a backward roll, flexible like a cat, and kicked the troublemaker in the head. She landed gracefully, taking a defensive stance.

«Huh? A dummy?»

«I thought I'd scare you… What's her deal? The girl is not a kid anymore…» - Flitz sounded hurt but also proud of his young lady.

Juno clenched her fists tight:

«Are you completely bonkers, old fart?!» - She made a swift, sudden attack.

«Ouch. Stop it! I was just kidding!» - Flitz playfully fought off the girl's attack, visibly enjoying their "fight." - «Alright. Chill out! I have a present for you…»

Immediately, Juno stopped trying to punch Flitz in the nose and eagerly asked:

«What is it? Something tasty?»

Flitz theatrically waved his hand:

«It's a new slave. He is tougher than the others by the way!»

Juno's sweet smile slowly turned into a cunning unkind grin:

«Hmm, a living dummy? I like that.» - Her big eyes darted around the training ground: - «Where is he?»

Flitz got down on one knee and put his hands on her shoulders, giving them a squeeze:

«Juno, the boy has good movement skills. Don't treat him like the rest. Tell your maids to give him shelter and food. Don't break your presents on the very first day, please.»

Juno grunted skeptically.

«It's the first time that you've spoken for a slave. You know how much I hate boys. They always drool during the fight. In fact, they are nothing but stupid idiots. And the slaves are even worse. If you've brought one of those snivelers, don't expect me to go easy on him.»

Flitz whispered in her ear:

«Take it easy. He is devoid of lust for sensual pleasures, unlike other boys.»

Juno's eyes widened even more, her jaw nearly fell to the ground:

«You... Did you take his thing away? You…»

Flitz threw up his hands indignantly:

«Is that what you think of me? I'm not that heartless, Juno!»

«Who knows?» - She giggled. – «So, what's the catch? Did you find someone who prefers boys?…» - She wrinkled her little nose, which made her look even cuter.

Flitz heaved a sigh and shook his head with a smile:

«He doesn't like anyone. Well, he's been injected evilball, to be more precise. He is kind of neutered. Besides, he is under a subjugating formation. So, if you ever need anything, all you have to do is give him an order. By the way, he can dance very well. I highly recommend that you check it out. I did!»

Juno defiantly crossed her arms over her chest and grunted:

«Thank you, I'm not interested in dancing slaves…» - She looked around impatiently: - «Where's your asexual gift?»

Flitz smiled and clapped his hands:

«You may come out, Kyon!»

Kyon had been eavesdropping behind a dummy. He had enough time to appreciate the girl's melodious voice. He would give anything to hear her sing him a love song. That's a good sign. His master once told him the voice is the mirror of the soul. However, his wife was a smoker and had a low manlike voice, which suggested some conclusions. At least, no one was surprised to find out that the master had three lovers from the theatre choir.

Kyon slowly stepped out of his hideout and finally took a closer look at Juno.

In an instant, time seemed to stand still. The young girl embodied all the charm of the world. Her stunning beauty made everything else fade and blur as an unnecessary distraction. The world seemed to shrink to the size of her delicate body. The lovely creature was about the same height as Kyon. Apparently, the universe did its best to create a perfect miracle. She had a small nose, large lovely eyes the color of spring grass, framed by long ravishing eyelashes and graceful eyebrows. Her hair was the color of liquid gold, descending in waves like rays of the sun just below her shoulders. A pair of emerald earrings complemented her eyes, swaying playfully in her neat ears, attracting all eyes to her delicate skin.

The girl was slim, with perky B-cup boobs. Her graceful posture was befitting a noble lady. Her slender legs had ideal proportions. The miracle of a girl was dressed in a tight training outfit: ballet shoes, black leggings, a tight T-shirt. She was casually wearing a jacket over her shoulders. A simple green bracelet gleamed on her hand. No man could help stroking her, caressing her, pressing her to his chest, kissing the top of her head, inhaling her scent. Then he could die in peace with no regrets after seeing the best in the world. A girl like her must be kind, affectionate, gentle.

Kyon had always had a weak spot for everything beautiful. However, no one had ever had such a strong impact on him. He instantly put on an air of reverence with a pinch of admiration. It would be strange if a slave had a different reaction.

Juno looked at the boy with icy disdain. How dared a pathetic thing, not even a human being, look at her in any other but powerless, pitiful, humiliated way? She had to do something about it.

Actually, Kyon looked pretty good in his smart black clothes. He had a pretty face, shaggy black hair, dark brown eyes, athletic-looking body, confident posture. However, in Juno's eyes, he was nothing but a dummy even if made by a skillful craftsman. He wasn't worth a damn. She was a noble lady, one click of her fingers and the yard would be crowded with pretty slaves like him.

A chill ran down Kyon's spine. This place was no heaven on earth. He was in a hell of a trap that no ordinary person could leave alive.

Flitz sat down on the bench, holding a pipe in his teeth, and said briefly:

«Attack him. I'm sure you'll appreciate his skills…»

Juno rolled her eyes skeptically but attacked Kyon. Her cultivation helped her exceed the average human speed by 1.3 times.

Kyon took an unusual defensive stance that looked a bit like those used in karate. He was ready to prove himself to her.

Juno took a swing at him.

Kyon jumped out of the way, dodging her.

Not surprised at all, she did a cartwheel and stepped gracefully to the ground. Her attack looked impressive. Flitz couldn't take his eyes off her.

When her kick almost reached the goal, Kyon jumped over her leg like a pole vaulter. He could strike back at once as Juno had recklessly revealed herself with this dashing trick. The timing wasn't right, though. Nothing good would come out of it.

Kyon's moves looked spectacular. Flitz enjoyed the scene, puffing on his pipe: {The boy's technique is incredible... At the age of 130, I don't understand how he can move like that. Maybe, I shouldn't have given him to her mercy.}

Juno frowned. In her opinion, the slave's landing sucked. And yet, he took a stable position quite quickly and even could have kicked her in the leg if he wanted to! Something didn't add up.

«Flitz, are you sure that he doesn't bend any elements?»

The slave wasn't moving too fast, but something about him was out of the ordinary.

Flitz smiled:

«He can't bend any of them, but his moves are good. He could beat me if I moved at his speed. Ha-ha-he!»

«Are you kidding me?» - Juno stopped just for the pleasure of giving the old man a puzzled look.

«No way. He is an ordinary base phaser at the 2nd stage. Can't you feel that he emits no energy vibrations? Don't be ridiculous. If you think he isn't strong enough for you, let him master the basics of the elements… Maybe, he will learn to move even better.»

Juno's nose twitched with irritation. She looked like a cute rabbit whose favorite carrot was taken away.

«I won't let him anything.» - She growled.

Kyon frowned, disappointed with her words.

Juno burst out laughing. He was an inanimate object for her that dared to show discontent! Well, it was rather amusing. As if a dusty cupboard had suddenly fallen because it felt so out of place.

Juno elegantly shrugged, stretching her back. Then she took another fighting position and attacked him again. This time, her speed was twice as much as average as she started using pure energy.

Kyon was alert. He estimated that Juno had three or four battle fists, but even a loser could hit the target with her advantage in speed.

Juno was in the menacing proximity, and her little fists didn't seem so harmless anymore. They hit Kyon's chest swiftly like meteors.

Kyon began to dodge, mostly retreating. He knew the most effective ways of fighting: dodging – maintaining the balance, the momentum, the inertia – vulnerable points, pressure points, points that disrupted the balance, points that took a punch – ricochets, effective blocks, and so on.

In his understanding, ten percent of speed could compensate for each missing level of the battle fist, allowing the opponents to fight as equals. Increasing his speed by 10%, he could stay on equal terms if the opponent had the 9th level of the battle fist. He would need to increase the speed by 50% against five battle fists, and by 90% against one battle fist. A simple line chart could explain it all.

However, there was no way he could fight with Juno as equals. Was he allowed to beat the lady? Highly doubtful. Besides, Juno's 100% advantage in speed plus her three battle fists went beyond the concept of "equal opponents."

In simple terms, Kyon was at an unfair disadvantage. He needed to find a way out of this mess, smooth things over with Juno, or even become her master.

When Juno noticed the absence of despair on his face, she went berserk. Her eyes sparkled with green lights. Her eyebrows changed their angle from "I am an innocent child" to "die already!"

Her movements drastically changed. The defense component completely disappeared as if her only goal was to punch the slave in the face as painfully as could be, harm him as much as possible. She did not care that she was open to his counterattacks. Come, what may! Gods help this slave if he ever laid his hands on her.

The storm of blows lasted for a few seconds when her little, seemingly harmless fist hit Kyon straight in the chest.

* bang *

{What the...?!}