Thoroughly Disciplining the Trashy Man-Hunter (2)
About a week had passed in rigorous training. During that time, Helia had once said something to me that stuck.
'Your talent for handling mana is evaluated as even superior to mine.'
'Superior to you, Helia? Isn't that too much praise?'
'It's a cold, objective assessment. To use a metaphor, it's as if mana itself has blessed you. Despite being a man, you possess exceptional potential in wielding it.'
It was hard to believe for someone like me, just starting to handle mana. In a world where men were supposed to be superior to women, to be rated higher in talent than a high-level fighter... Was this because I came from another world? Did men from my world have greater mana affinity than the ones here?
'Of course, it's too early to get complacent. Talent only means a higher ceiling— to properly utilize that potential, you'll need years of training.'
Right. Technique always beat raw power. But with only a week, mastering advanced skills was impossible. Helia understood that, so she focused on non-technical ways to turn the tide.
'Your total mana capacity already surpasses mine, so overwhelming with brute force is the most effective strategy right now. Let's prioritize pushing your output to the limit and crushing the enemy's momentum from the start.'
'Crushing momentum... Is that enough?'
'It's not the absolute best, but it's the most viable option you can use immediately. Overwhelm them with massive firepower early on, disrupt their judgment, shatter their morale, and the rest of the fight becomes easier.'
In other words, land the first blow decisively—it decided half the battle. Helia was the expert, so I followed her lead. Under her guidance, I learned to maximize mana output and honed techniques to dominate with the opening strike.
The results were a resounding success. Staring at the vicious criminal crumpled lifelessly before me, I knew it.
"Th-this... can't be..."
Despair poured from Lennox's lips as her ragged body hit the ground again and again. It was only natural. After my first hit landed, she'd lost half her reason, failing to even notice her advantage slipping away.
"What the hell happened? A man wielding this much power... Something's wrong. You must've cheated!"
Instead of reflecting, she denied reality, grinding her teeth and snarling at me.
"You bastard! What dirty trick did you pull!? A man acting so arrogant...!"
Ha, lecturing me about my place. How deep did her man-hate run to spit that out so casually?
"I told you. Your opponent just happens to be a one-in-billions talent."
"Talent? Don't make me laugh! A lowly-born male like you daring to use that word!?"
"I don't care what you think of me, but let's get one thing straight."
She grated on me too. Aiming my club at her, I spat the plain fact.
"No matter the reason, if the weaker one in a contest of strength is 'inferior,' then the pathetic one in this arena isn't me—it's you."
"...What?"
"I told you not to climb above your betters, you damn bitch."
Crunch. Her teeth ground audibly. Face twisting in rage, she clenched her fists and charged again.
"You filthy worm!"
Guys with massive egos always lost their heads when pissed. I dodged her wild swing and smashed my club into the gap. Bam! She flew to the ground once more.
The announcer, watching it all, bellowed across the arena.
"What an upset! Lennox is down again! The man-hunter who once terrorized this city's men is getting utterly demolished—by a man, no less!"
"Wooooaaah!!!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, thrilled to see the terrorizer fall.
"Insane! He's overpowering that brute even as a man!!"
"Haha! Thought he was just eye candy, but he's got real power! Not bad for a guy!"
"Way more fun than watching those dirty bitches brawl!"
"You're the best, Adrian!!"
My popularity soared with the fight. Pride swelled in my chest amid the frenzy, but the warm mood didn't last.
"What are you doing!? Kill that bastard now!!!"
A furious roar cut through, its malice spreading like wildfire.
"Yeah! You can't just knock her down and stop!"
"Flatten that arrogant bitch's nose!"
"That damn whore crippled my husband—he still can't walk right!"
"Quit hesitating! She tried to kill you a minute ago—execute her clean!"
...Even for trash, calling for death outright? Killing wasn't my thing, so I couldn't oblige, but letting her walk after this felt wrong. As a man, I wanted to crush her man-beating ass. Plus, the arena was a show for the crowd's entertainment.
"Fine. I went through hell training—time to have some fun."
Stepping forward confidently, I saw Lennox shakily raise her battered body. Her twisted glare showed she still hadn't grasped her fate.
"F-fuck. What're you...!"
"What else? Time to educate that foul temper of yours."
"Educate my ass! Once I recover, you're dead meat...!"
Riiip!!
Her chest bandages tore away under my rough swing, exposing her breasts. Her eyes bulged as she glared ferociously.
"You fucker, what the hell... Gack!"
"Stay still."
I slammed her to the ground, straddled her, and groped her tits. Thug-tough body, yet her rubbery breasts bounced with elastic give. She grabbed my wrists, trembling.
"Y-you disgusting fuck, what're you doing!? Stop right now!"
"You still don't get it? You're about to become my plaything in front of everyone. Behave if you don't want it rough."
"Plaything my ass! A man daring to talk shit to me...!"
Slap!!!
Her cheek snapped from the backhand. Three more, and her arrogant mouth just quivered—speechless.
Now she'd realize her disadvantage. I hoisted her up, draped her over my knee, and ripped off her bottoms.
"Ah, ugh...! Wh-what're you...?"
"Told you. Fixing your manners."
Smack!! My palm cracked her ass, her back arching sharply. She overreacted to a simple spanking. Sensing it worked, I kept going.
"St-stop!! You arrogant fuck, touching my body...!"
Smack!
"Agh! You damn...!"
Smack, smack!!
Ignoring her curses, I paddled until her bronze ass glowed red. Humiliation flushed her face too.
"F-fuck, fuck!!!"
She could only curse helplessly. Seeing this sky-high bitch's pride shatter under my hand thrilled me to my core.
"Puhaha! Look at that red ass!"
"The mighty man-hunter's turned into a monkey!"
The crowd, hungry for her shame, exploded. In the chaos, I calmly asked her,
"How's it feel? Getting spanked by the man you mocked?"
"F-fuuuck!! You asking 'cause you don't know!?"
Humiliated but unbroken, she strained her shaking hand to grab my collar, snarling.
"You... I'll kill you. Smash every bone, make you bleed from every hole!"
Her lingering pride was cute, but it also built anticipation. How would this arrogant bitch react once fucked?
"Ha, can't hold back anymore. On your belly."
"Don't order me! What now...?"
Rip!!
"Gahk!"
I flipped her prone and slid fingers into her red ass crack. Soaking wet inside. The spanking must've triggered physiological arousal.
"Your pussy's flooded down here... Got off on the spanking? Not a sadist—a masochist?"
"Shut up, you dog-fucker...!"
Her vicious growl still had bite, but now it just spiced my lust. I freed my cock from my pants, gripped her waist, and lined up with her dripping slit.
"Wh-what? What're you doing?"
"What else? Time to school that arrogant cunt."
"Wh-what? Say that again...?"
Her face went blank, uncomprehending. Pressing my glans to her folds, she finally got it—shaking, terror spilling out.
"Eek! St-stop! You're a man! A man trying to rape a woman? You sane!?"
"Yeah, perfectly sane."
Insane by this world's standards, but to me, she was just another bitch for my dick. The crowd expected this—no holding back.
"W-wait... Hold on! Don't put it in! Don't!!"
Desperate pleas from the fearless criminal only doubled my excitement. I thrust hard.
Squelch! My massive cock plunged inside.
"Grrrh, kahaaak!!"
She gasped wildly, limbs quaking on the ground. Couldn't handle the sudden fullness? Her pain meant nothing to me. As I moved to thrust, I felt sticky warmth coating my shaft—love juices plus dripping blood.
"What? You were a virgin?"
In this world of all places. The man-beating fiend who'd ruined countless guys... never taken a dick before.