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Rewrite the Past:

After a life full of mistakes and regrets, Daniel, a 45-year-old man, felt like he had lost everything. His messy life was the result of the mistakes he had made in the past. However, one day, a second chance came to him. Daniel was given the opportunity to go back to the past and change the mistakes he had made. With a determined spirit, Daniel started his journey to fix his past. Curious about Daniel journey? Read now! Warnings: - Incest - Sexual Content - Manipulative Protagonist - Egoist Protagonist - Asshole Protagonist - Netori - No NTR or Netorare and Netorase ... If you would like to support me or get updates ahead of schedule feel free to visit: https://www.patreon.com/MiracleBringer

MiracleBringer · 现实
分數不夠
35 Chs

Chapter 22

I dozed off for a while, but when I woke up, I looked at the clock and saw that about 20 minutes had passed.

I shook Chloe and woke her up while rubbing her breasts.

"Wake up, Chloe."

"Ummm.."

Opening her eyes with difficulty, Chloe turned her head and looked at me, who was looking down from above, and smiled brightly.

"Was it so good that you fainted?"

"Ugh... I thought I was completely crazy. I didn't know there was such a good feeling in the world."

"Chloe, what do you want to do now? There are very few women who feel crazy orgasms from sex, but you felt it, so now you're really in trouble."

"Why? Is there a problem feeling such good feelings?"

Hearing my words, Chloe spoke as if she was a little frightened.

"NO. It's not that. I'll be frank, but it would be difficult to meet a man who is capable enough to make you feel exactly the way I give you."

"Why would I date another guy? I only need you, and if you made me like this, you should be responsible."

Chloe shouted as if annoyed that I mentioned that she would look for another man.

"NO. That's not what I meant. Why are you angry?"

"NO. I'm sorry Daniel. I'm not angry because you said something like that and you don't know my heart and the feelings I have for you. I'm sorry. Don't be angry."

Chloe still seemed to be afraid of me.

As Chloe shrank like a scared rabbit, I smiled at how cute she was and said to Chloe with a sweet smile.

"I'm not angry. Don't worry. And, why don't I know my Chloe's heart? Know well that I know. So let's hug one more time."

Chloe quickly turned around and hugged me and hugged me tightly.

"It's getting late. Daniel, can't you stay with me? I'll take care of everything. I love you so much, I think I'll go crazy if there's no you."

"Uh-huh. Don't be like that. I told you last time until we grow up first, we'll stay like this first."

"Yes, I know. But, I miss you so much that I'm going crazy. If you leave like before, I never know when you'll come again."

"Okay. Chloe, don't worry about that right now. Now let's get up and take a shower. Maybe Brandon will be back soon."

"Huh... See what you're talking about? Changing the topic. Okay."

Chloe tried to stand on my arm, but her legs staggered as if she had no strength, and she sat down again.

"Ah... My legs are weak. When I listen to the stories of my married female coworkers at the bank, they always complain about their husbands not being able to do well at night. But it seems like you're really good."

"Are you only now realizing my greatness?"

"Ugh... Then, do they not feel the good feelings I feel? I pity them."

"Oh? Do you pity them? Then you can introduce me to them, maybe I'll send them to heaven like you."

"What? Are you crazy? Impossible! There's no way I can introduce you to them. You are mine and can never be taken by another woman."

"This girl... What are you talking about? Why do I belong to you?"

"Then? Does Daniel not like me?"

Chloe frowned and looked at me as if she was about to cry.

"No... I like Chloe. But I'm not yours... You're mine."

"Ehh... That's not good."

Chloe, who realized that I had pranked her again, patted my chest and complained to me.

She was so beautiful that I hugged her and kissed her for a very long time.

The weekend passed without anything special except the fun time I had with Chloe in bed.

When Monday came, I went to school and walked into my class, but my classmates glanced at me and whispered.

James, who was sitting close to Caleb, rushed over to me and sat on the seat in front of me while talking.

"Daniel, is it true?"

"What?"

"I heard that you sent Jaxon paralyzed with one punch? He's hospitalized and won't be able to go to school for a while."

"Okay? Is he hurt badly?"

I never thought Jaxon would be seriously injured, did I hit him too hard before?

"It's already been rumored. That you and Jaxon fought, but he collapsed in one punch. See. Many heard the rumor and went crazy in the morning talking about it."

"Caleb, did you hear the rumors too?"

I asked Caleb, who was sitting next to me.

"Yes... I also heard it yesterday from a friend who lives nearby and goes to another high school. The rumors about you have spread to other high schools."

Things turned out to be bigger than I expected.

It seems that among the 5 people who were with Jaxon, some spread rumors about what I did.

And, it seemed that I was already known to some extent through Jaxon.

"Oh... Looks like you're already famous now. Before I was upset about what Jaxon did, but now I feel relieved to hear that you knocked him out with one punch."

For some reason, I felt that something bad would happen in the future.

'Will that bastard's parents come to school looking for me? Gosh... it'll be troublesome then.'

As I expected, the things I thought about earlier happened.

At lunchtime, Brandon came to my class to have lunch together, but suddenly the front door of the classroom opened and five disruptive seniors rushed into the classroom.

"Hey... This is... Who's this asshole named Daniel here?"

It was a 3rd year senior and a 2nd-year senior that I had never met before.

Glancing at the window in the hallway, I could see Max and Taylor, who had been hanging out with Jaxon, grimacing outside the door.

'Ah... Damn... Troublesome...'

"Me."

Still, I got up from my seat, stretched my shoulders, and raised my hands.

I signaled Caleb to go to the homeroom teacher immediately.

I was sitting in the backmost seat by the window, and the evil seniors rushed in front of me.

"Hey... You bastard. You hit Jaxon."

"It was a fair one-on-one fight. It's none of your business seniors."

"Ugh... Look what this asshole said. Who does this asshole think he's talking to?"

One of the third-year seniors didn't seem to like the way I talked.

After cursing at me, he kicked me in the stomach with his foot.

I momentarily gave my stomach the strength to withstand the shock, gripped the third-year student's ankle, and twisted it to the side.

The third-year boy couldn't win against my strength, and after spinning, he collapsed to the side and fell.

Then the rest of the second-year seniors rushed at me.

They started beating me with all sorts of swear words.

I wrapped my hands around my head and crouched my body so as not to hit the critical area and make it less impactful.

In an instant, I saw the third-year student trying to get up after falling.

I yelled and pushed away the second-year student who was hitting me, and kicked the fallen third-year senior in the stomach with my foot.

There was an impact sound, and the third-year student was pushed out.

It hit him so hard that the third-year senior held his stomach with both hands and rolled around.

After all, if only one of the best fell, the rest would fall by themselves.

"Uh... What's that? Damn it."

The remaining second-year seniors were pushed back by my strength and then started running toward me again.

I quickly jumped on top of the third-year student and jumped over his body, leaving a gap between the second-year students.

Then I kicked that third-year senior again.

The third-year senior couldn't breathe properly anymore and was gasping for air.

When the third-year senior became paralyzed, the second-year student tried to approach but hesitated.

"Bastard! What if you're all seniors? Fucking bitches. If any bastard comes near, I'll kill this bastard..."

I stared ahead as I prepared to kick the third-year senior, and the second-year senior was ready to pounce at any moment.

For a moment, a very strange confrontation occurred.

Just then, the back door of the classroom opened and the homeroom teacher rushed in.

"What? What are you guys doing?"

When the homeroom teacher walked in, the second-year students looked like they were chewing dirt.

The homeroom teacher saw the seniors, who were notorious troublemakers in the school and had been suspended several times.

The homeroom teacher said, "You come and stand next to me, tell me what just happened."

And, only then did I find the third-year senior lying on the floor and check his condition.

The third-year senior, who was in great pain, called Caleb and told him to take him to the hospital.

When Caleb picked up the third-year senior and leaned on his shoulder, Brandon ran to him and supported him.

The second-year students and I were escorted by the homeroom teacher to the teacher's office.

Upon entering the teacher's office, the homeroom teacher ordered the second-year students to kneel on one side, raise their hands and asked me to sit in front of the homeroom teacher.

"Daniel, what's going on? What do you, who is ranked first in the entire school, have to do with this idiot? Tell me the truth about what happened."

Hearing what the homeroom teacher said, I started to tell the story of what happened from the beginning to what led to the current situation, from me helping Brandon, who didn't like being a bully, and the first-year bully who came to call Brandon, as well as the one-on-one fight I had with Jaxon, to the current situation where the second- and third-year seniors came to me looking for trouble because I hit Jaxon earlier. Of course, I embellished my story so that the homeroom teacher would favor me in this matter, getting homeroom teacher support was pretty good at the moment.

"Daniel, what you did for your friend was manly and commendable, but you should have told the teacher about it. Why would you get involved in a bad fight with such kids and fight dangerously? By the way, why was that third-year kid lying on the ground earlier?"

I said that the senior kicked me first, so I kicked him back.

My homeroom teacher gave me an unreasonable expression when I said that I kicked the third-year student.

The homeroom teacher told me that I was ranked first in the whole school, and I hadn't done anything wrong, but because I got into a fight at school, she asked me to write ten sheets of self-reflection and sent me back after that.

The third-year senior who was kicked twice by me turned out to have a fractured arm from my kick and was immediately taken to the hospital for treatment.

Five idiots, including the third-year student, who was originally famous as a troublemaker in school, so were all suspended from school for an indefinite period.

I became more famous in school because of this incident.

It was because the fact that I sent a third year to the hospital with just two kicks was spread throughout the school through the mouths of my classmates.

Recently, when I went to school, the gazes that came to me were so stinging.

In particular, I felt the girls' gazes more than I thought I would.

I'm tall, have a good body, and don't have an ugly face, I'm also ranked first in the entire school, I'm good at studying, and I'm also good at fighting to the point of beating a third-year student with one shot. So I got the attention of the female students.

As for how rumors spread, female students from other schools would sometimes show up in front of the school gate to see me.

But the problem was that seniors from other schools started showing up in front of the school to see me.

No guy has approached me like this yet, but this much attention is indeed burdensome.

But the problems that would befall me had only just begun.

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