Thick, crimson beast blood gurgled endlessly from the fanged maw, the jagged stumps of broken teeth glinting horrifically against the gore.
The wild wolf curled his scarlet tongue, drawing the blood from his lips down his throat, savoring the metallic tang on his taste buds. The searing pain from his wounded jaw and the nauseating stench of his own blood only stoked his **ferocity**.
Since he’d run these streets, only he’d beaten others—not the other way around!
Not even his own brother had ever struck him!
This unknown punk had shattered the exquisite moment of savoring his prey. That alone ignited a lethal intent toward the youth in the wolf’s heart.
*Who the hell are you? Playing hero to save some girl?*
“Little punk.”
The wolf’s murderous gaze locked onto the youth still frozen in place. His rage cooled into icy calm as he bared a bloodstained grin.
“Being a ‘hero’… isn’t that simple.”
Following his brother’s path, the wolf—a Weak Rank Extraordinary Being who’d nearly grasped Strong Rank—saw no threat in this youth.
That punch to his face stung deep, yes. But beyond the trivial pain, the result was clear: a sneak attack had merely cost him a few teeth and some blood. It hadn’t even crippled him.
*With power like that, how could he possibly match me—a veteran of these streets—in a fair fight?*
He’d make this meddlesome brat pay in blood.
“You’ve just made the deadliest mistake of your life!”
“Repent in hell, dumbass!”
The wolf howled. Corruption Essence surged through his veins. His massive beast-paw spread wide, claws like crescent moon hooks slicing the air, leaving trails of frosty light in their wake.
*Wind Sever!*
The devastating claws shot toward the youth’s head. The gale whipped his dark, wavy hair—strands floating weightlessly were severed like butter under a hot knife.
In the next instant, the youth would be reduced to a blood-splattered corpse by the wolf’s Corruption Essence-fueled strike—at least, that’s what the wolf believed.
But…
Whoosh—
THUD!
The youth, motionless moments before, exploded forward with impossible speed, closing the distance in a flash.
His lean fist rocketed out like a cannonball, slamming into the exact same spot on the wolf’s face.
This blow wasn’t just about broken teeth.
His entire jawbone felt pulverized by an invisible shockwave. A deafening tremor radiated from the impact point, locking every muscle and nerve in paralyzing spasms. Even his scream of agony died trapped in his throat.
Stars exploded behind his eyes, crashing through his mind like tidal waves. His brain trembled. His pupils quaked. His consciousness shattered—as if his thoughts had been churned into formless sludge by the punch’s aftershock.
*This man… isn’t just an Extraordinary Being… He’s an Abili—*
Mid-flight, just before darkness swallowed him, that fragmented thought flickered through the wolf’s fading mind.
Thump.
The unconscious wolf collapsed like a sack of wet grain beside the wild boar, thick blood oozing from his distorted, gaping mouth, soaking the boar’s pig-like hooves.
The wild boar stood frozen, utterly bewildered.
*What… just happened?*
*How was that punk so fast? How did he counter Big Bro’s attack? Why did Wolf—tougher than me, famous for taking hits—drop after one punch? Why—*
A tsunami of questions and terror crashed over him, locking his knees, choking his throat. But the boar was lucky. Before his fear could trigger a worse reaction, a pale fist—slick with warm blood and tooth fragments—slammed straight into his face. His stubby snout crumpled inward; the curved tusks jutting from his lips snapped clean in half.
Blood sprayed. The corners of his eyes split. No scream escaped as he followed his brother into unconsciousness, collapsing limply beside the wolf.
Brothers in arms, indeed.
The youth merely crouched, wiping his bloody, saliva-streaked knuckles on the boar’s relatively clean trousers. Then he pulled out his phone and dialed.
“Come. Clean up.”
His voice was low, gravelly, yet oddly smooth.
He hung up after those four words, letting the distant “Hey!”, “Brat, don’t hang up!”, and “Explain!” fade into the wind.
Finally, he glanced back at little Nainai, still crouched dazedly in the alley. Lips pressed tight, he said nothing. Hands in pockets, back slightly hunched, he walked away without looking back.
Nainai stared, slack-jawed, at his retreating figure.
*Huh?*
*It’s… over already?*
On the surface, it was a classic “hero saves the maiden” scene: a scantily clad, alluring girl ambushed on a dark street; a nameless youth appearing at the last moment, effortlessly crushing the villains; vanishing alone under the girl’s adoring gaze…
*Wait! No!*
Nainai glared at the unconscious wolf and boar—clearly out for hours—and nearly screamed in frustration.
*That meddler ruined my “meal”! What am I supposed to eat now?!*
The sigil on her belly burned fiercely, its heat melting her from within. Hunger and hollow craving gnawed at her sanity.
Her milky cheeks flushed crimson. Her slender legs trembled uncontrollably. Gasping, she pushed herself up against the wall, struggling to stand on jelly-weak limbs.
The dampness seeping through her stockings told her she’d reached her limit. In every sense.
If she didn’t feed soon… the consequences would be catastrophic.
She absolutely did *not* want her photo—with black censorship bars over her eyes—splashed across tomorrow’s headlines tagged #Hentai or #ManEater!
But her only two prey had been *annihilated* by that man. Where could she find another victim now?
*Damn that man—!* Wait…
Her hunger-fogged mind, rusty gears clunking and grinding, suddenly caught a critical blind spot!
*Man! Man! That guy—he’s a man too!*
Her scorching violet eyes locked onto the youth’s retreating figure. Her pupils had already melted into eager, heart-shaped pools of desire.
“Hey! You! Wait!”
Staggering on wobbly legs, Nainai lurched after him, bracing against the wall.
The youth walked on, unchanged in pace or posture, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
*What kind of act is this?! A gorgeous, risqué succubus loli is calling you!*
Fuming, Nainai pushed harder through her exhaustion.
