205 Eating blissfully (2/2)

Everyone's gaze passed on Circe, wrapped in a black leather bodice that highlighted all her curves. Her perfectly proportioned body and her ice-melting gaze had allowed her to conquer everyone's hearts in a split second. Circe had a stunning body. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, smooth and shiny, and her straight bangs like an arrow shot covered her eyes, which emitted attractive flashes. She looked like a small demon capable of infecting anyone's heart.

Helial, in his relatively brief experience in the Time Block, surrounded by the unrestrained men who were the Madoni, had already experienced the company of a woman's body and was no longer the naive young man he was before. Yet in front of Circe, it seemed to him that he had returned to be a defenceless child.

Grabbing Helial by the scruff of the tunic he wore, Circe did not even give Lumia time to look at her threateningly and disappeared in a flash of black light, dragging the helpless boy with her.

Snowflake that, at first glance, was focused only on eating, hadn't missed anything. ”Too fast,” he muttered to himself, spitting out more food residues. He too, the undisputed king of speed, had to recognize that he was nowhere near comparable to Circe.

He swallowed and, with a worried expression and a heavy heart, blissfully went back to eating, not giving a flying fuck about Helial.

...

Jumping from building to building, Circe continued to hold Helial by the neck, like an animal. But how could Cesar's disciple suffer such a humiliation without reacting?

Helial tried to free herself, but Circe glared at him immediately.

Okay, Cesar's disciple can suffer such a humiliation without reacting, thought the boy.

Just then, the figure of an old Master of the Mana Congregation made its way into Helial's mind.

…

A few years earlier

”Brat, over the years as a Master of the Mana Congregation I have studied many Skills and techniques. I have developed a Skill that I can pass on to you even before you reach the First Phase. Do you want to see it?”

Helial, feeling from afar the hint of fraud, nodded without particular interest.

Vidio, seated in the tavern, immediately eyed the waitress. As soon as she passed by their table, Vidio winked at Helial and raised his hand wide open.

SLAP

A slap on the maid's ass suddenly startled her.

But Vidio's technique was not about how to slap maids' buttocks, but about the angle and the position of said slaps.

The maid turned, her face red with anger, and behind her she found... Helial!

”Old bastard,” swore the boy, getting up from his stool and hurrying out of the umpteenth tavern as fast as he could, before the waitress or one of her shoes reached him.

Behind him, Vidio ran and laughed, holding his chest as if fearing that it could burst at any moment. ”Hahahah, look how fast you learned to run. This is how you gain your freedom! What would you do without a teacher like me?”

…

Still thinking about that scene, Helial said to himself that it was worth trying, to see if such a move would have allowed him to free himself from Circe's suffocating grip.

He then raised his hand, ready to slap with all the strength that he had in his arm that wonder of nature not too far from his face...