For Madmen, a Stick is the Cure
[Proficiency: 20%]
Your Time Manipulation proficiency has surged dramatically from activities with the women, enhancing the authority Target Designation.
Target Designation has been enhanced.
• Designate desired targets to move freely within stopped time.
• During authority use, you can now free only their minds.
Even if I'd been messing around with the girls a ton lately, jumping 5% at once? The last time I checked, it was at 15%. Post office girl, street girl, and even Yoonah. Thinking about it, that sex with Yoonah probably had the biggest impact on proficiency.
It always spiked a lot with "new experiences," after all.
Lots of guesses, but a world-class female idol singer in front of thousands of fans? During her concert, no less—and I even got after-party perks at the end.
"Yeah, definitely. Makes sense with all that."
I nodded to myself and checked the enhanced Target Designation. Free just their minds separately, huh? This is gonna be perfect for some real discipline sessions. "Anyway, should be fun with Yoonah."
I was itching to test it out right away. Ah, no—not pranks. I wanna grab some bad guys and give 'em a proper schooling!
"Man, I'm too nice for my own good."
Self-praise aside, I was pondering how to approach those punks when—
BAM! THUD! CRASH!
"What the fuck?!"
A massive booming sound hit right outside the door, like someone pounding it. Felt like no normal strength— the door looked ready to fly off its hinges.
"If you're in there, come out nice or I'll make you regret it."
That didn't sound "nice" at all—what bullshit was this? I hadn't pissed off anyone enough to warrant this. No clue who or why.
"...Who's there?"
My voice came out a bit shaky. [Not scared at all. Just being cautious in case shit hits the fan.]
"Don't need to know who. Open the damn door."
"Gotta know who I'm opening for..."
Less shaky this time. Yeah, gotta overcome it step by step...! Outside couldn't see in anyway, so I struck a cocky pose, arms crossed—
BAM! KABOOM! THUD! THUD! THUD!
"F-Fuck...!"
It was like a giant truck ramming the door—the frame was crumpling bit by bit. Terrifying even just from the noise, and now my own home wasn't safe. Fear started creeping in—
"... Time Manipulation."
Time Manipulation has been activated.
Everything froze. No more booms, no more threatening voice—nothing. The door stayed put, half-crumpled but still.
"Hoo, fuck. Nearly pissed myself."
Honestly, I was spooked. Some gangster wannabe from a drama smashing at my door—who wouldn't freak?
"Let's see the face of this fucker."
Earlier I'd prayed the door wouldn't open; now I flung it wide myself and stepped out.
But...
"No way... what the hell kinda size is that?"
This dude was massive—Choi Hong-man would cry. Human telephone pole? I'm average height for Korean guys, but next to him, I felt like a kid.
"First, who the hell is this big bastard... wait, him?"
I was about to rifle his wallet for a business card when a familiar face jumped out.
"That punk from before—the one who cried like a bitch after I yanked his watch?"
Looks like he sent this goon. Grinning like an idiot. Heh, guess last time's humiliation wasn't enough. At this point, wonder if he's a masochist—enjoys getting stripped and shamed in public?
"Whatever. This guy's decided... and this one..."
Even stripped and tossed out naked, this beast probably wouldn't feel much shame. But... do guys like this have huge dicks too? Tall guys usually packin', but not always. Short kings with monsters exist too.
"Fuck, why am I overthinking some dude's cock size?"
Just yanked his pants and underwear down anyway.
"Hmm..."
Slid 'em back up, patted his back. "It's okay, little guy's got fans too."
Short king with a micro—good luck finding a girl. Though with that strength, he could probably force it.
Anyway, problem was how to deal with him. At this size, even naked humiliation might not faze him much.