Ch-28 "I get it now - you must be fake!"
"You just said you wanted to teach me a lesson?"
Ryan grinned.
His sharp white teeth gleamed like a predator baring its fangs.
"I get it now - you must be fake!"
Frank, suddenly grinned as if he'd discovered a great secret.
How could a skinny, weak guy change so drastically in just a few days? Even with steroids, such a dramatic change seemed impossible.
The only explanation? This guy's muscles must be fake - probably silicone implants.
Frank, confident in his deduction, sneered. He was determined to expose Ryan's fake physique for all to see.
Reaching out, Frank grabbed Ryan's collar.
~Rip!~
With a violent tug, Ryan's school uniform ripped open and the buttons flew off.
~Gasp!~
The crowd let out a collective gasp.
"Wow, look at those muscles!"
"I... kind of want to touch them."
"Emma was with him for years? How did she even manage to break up with him?"
"Her new boyfriend is Buck, right? After being with Ryan, do you think Buck even has a chance?"
"I'm just wondering - how could she let someone like him go?"
The murmurs grew louder, and all eyes in the crowd were fixed on Ryan's chiseled physique.
The girls in particular couldn't take their eyes off him. Their gazes were filled with admiration, lust, and even envy.
If the crowd had been smaller, a few daring girls might have reached out to touch his flawless muscles, which looked like they belonged on a marble statue.
"Fake? You still think they're fake?"
Ryan's deep voice cut through the murmur. He stepped forward, grabbed Frank's head with one hand, and lifted him effortlessly off the ground.
Frank's face contorted in terror as he stared into Ryan's glowing red eyes.
At that moment, Frank wasn't looking at a man, he was looking at a beast - a predator ready to tear him apart.
~Drop.~≤💧
A drop of liquid hit the floor.
Ryan frowned, his heightened sense of smell immediately picking up the familiar scent.
Looking down, he noticed a dark stain spreading across Frank's pants.
"Seriously?" Ryan muttered. "You wet yourself?"
He sighed, realizing that he might have gone too far. He hadn't expected the school bully - someone who thrived on intimidating others - to be so cowardly.
With a casual toss, Ryan tossed Frank aside like a rag doll.
"Go home and change your pants."
Frank hit the ground with a thud and scrambled to his feet in shame. Humiliated and scared, he didn't dare say a word as he fled the scene, disappearing into the crowd.
Ryan dusted off his hands and sat down on the grass.
The whole episode wasn't worth his time.
It wasn't that Ryan was forgiving - he just didn't see the point in wasting energy on someone so far below him.
With his current strength, the provocations of a few ants couldn't even scratch his ego.
If he really wanted to kill someone, who could stop him?
No one, at least not yet.
As the crowd dispersed, Ryan buttoned up his torn shirt, grabbed his bag, and headed into the school building.
As he walked through the hallways, he finally understood what it felt like to be the center of attention.
People stared at him everywhere he went.
The whispers, the admiring glances, and even the envious stares were all directed at him.
To be honest, it was uncomfortable.
But he knew he'd have to get used to it.
When he entered his classroom, he went straight to the back row, looking for some peace and quiet.
Just as he sat down, a playful voice called out to him.
"Hey Ryan, is this seat taken?"
Ryan looked up.
Standing in front of him was a girl with heavy makeup and fiery red hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had a few freckles on her face and a mischievous smile.
Her school uniform had been altered to show off her figure. The neckline had been altered to a plunging V, exposing ample cleavage. The hem of the shirt was tied in a knot, revealing her flat stomach and a silver navel ring.
The skirt was so short that it barely covered her thighs. Any sudden movement might expose her underwear.
"Go ahead," Ryan said with a shrug.
It wasn't his seat to claim. If someone wanted to sit there, he didn't see why he should stop them.
The girl, who introduced herself as Vivian, sat down next to him without hesitation.
Before Ryan could process that, another girl approached him, her face flushed with nervousness.
"C-Can I sit here too?" she stammered.
Ryan nodded absentmindedly.
Minutes later, Ryan found himself surrounded by girls.
Each of them was giggling, whispering and giving him longing looks.
He scratched his head, feeling both amused and confused.
Every glance from the surrounding crowd was a mixture of admiration and envy.
Ryan wasn't used to this kind of attention.
He couldn't figure out when he had become so... irresistible.
Women seemed to be drawn to him like moths to a flame.
He sighed inwardly, trying to ignore the burning stares.
'Is it just me,' he thought, 'or is this a bit over the top?'