Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

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Name: Krin Remer

Age: 20

HP: 1065/1100

Mana: 300/300

Description: A masochistic and arrogant man with close ties to the nobility. He takes a disturbing pleasure in watching others suffer and has slaughtered many innocent animals purely for his own amusement.

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Krin’s anger churned deep inside. With a glare, he spun around, eyebrows forming a sharp V, teeth clenched, fists trembling with rage.

”I’ve had enough of you,” he snarled, voice low and vicious. ”Prepare yourself to die, Daniel!”

He charged at Daniel like a wild boar, but Daniel didn’t dodge. He met the punch head-on and caught it with his bare hand, as if snatching a thrown ball.

Krin’s eyes snapped wide, his heart pounding. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. The last time he saw Daniel was a naive, weak guy who can do anything to earn money but now, it was completely different.

”What is this grip? Damn it... what happened to him?” Krin thought in disbelief, struggling as he couldn’t pull his hand free from Daniel’s.

Daniel rotated his fist and began twisting it, the difference in raw strength between them was staggering. Krin’s arm twisted along with it, reaching a point where pain shot sharply through his muscles.

Every muscle screamed as his hand threatened to dislocate.

”Aagh!” Krin screamed, swinging his leg in a horizontal arc.

*Whoosh*

*Bang*

To his surprise, Daniel didn’t move or flinch. He absorbed the strike completely.

*Snap*

”AAaa!”

As Krin’s scream tore from his mouth, Daniel’s punch slammed into it, snapping his head back. Blood oozed from his split lip, streaking down as he collapsed to the ground.

Daniel didn’t hold back. He broke his other hand and punched Krin again and again until he was satisfied, as if he were unleashing all the pain that had ever been inflicted on the old Daniel.

Krin’s eye was swollen purple-blue, his lips split wider than before—bleeding, fingers trembling, and his vision blurred by tears.

”Okay, I think that’s enough,” he thought, stepping closer. ”Let’s begin the experiment.”

Daniel squatted in front of Krin, holding a healing potion in his right hand. His goal was simple: to see if the potion actually worked.

This was the entirety of his plan.

”Y-you are... *sob* W-who are you, Da-Daniel?” Krin stammered, his voice cracking from pain.

Daniel grinned, shaking slightly. ”I’m your worst nightmare. Now open your mouth.” he commanded.

*Sob-Sob*

For the first time in his life, fear gripped Krin’s mind. He obeyed his command without question. Daniel brought the potion and poured some of the red liquid into his mouth.

*Glup-Glup*

Krin gulped down the potion slowly, his eyes fixed on Daniel. His mind screamed to fight back, to at least deal a serious blow or kick him in the groin, but his body refused to even lift a finger.

Well... it was also because his connection to his fingers was literally cut off.

’Mm! What is happening to my body?’ Krin thought, as heat began to surge through him.

Daniel poured a quarter of the liquid and watched as Krin’s bleeding slowed and his bruises began to fade. Moments later, his injuries were completely healed.

As Krin touched his face, Daniel set the potion aside and asked, ”Do you feel any pain now?”

Krin shook his head weakly.

”Good,” Daniel said with a smile.

*BAM-BAM-BAM*

...

This time, Daniel didn’t hold back his strength. He punched Krin again and again and again until he collapsed to the ground, crawling and begging for mercy.

”P-please... stop,” Krin pleaded.

*Sob-Sob-Sob*

”You love torturing animals, don’t you?” Daniel asked, holding back his punches.

”I-I am sorry... I won’t do it again. I’m sorry,” Krin replied, his voice trembling.

*BAM-BAM!-BAM!!*

...

Daniel beat him until he fainted. His body lay face down on the ground, clothes coated in dirt and sand, his nose bleeding from the brutal punches. His arms and legs were motionless, but his chest still rose and fell with shallow breaths.

He then dragged Krin’s body to a tree and propped him against it. After bringing the healing potion back, he tilted Krin’s head and glugged down the remaining liquid into his mouth.

”This should teach him a lesson to never be a masochist,” he thought, as the last drops slid down Krin’s throat.

Daniel straightened up, corked the empty potion bottle, and shoved it into his pouch, not wanting any evidence to be discovered.

He then walked toward the gate and locked it, as if nothing had happened, and was about to head home.

But suddenly, four long shadows stretched across the pathway, cast by the rising morning sun.

”Oh shit,” he muttered, stepping behind a tree.

Although his footsteps made some noise as he slipped into the jungle, it wasn’t loud enough for anyone to hear from a distance. The tree was wide, wide enough to conceal his entire body.

Daniel waited patiently and peeked from the corner of the tree.

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*Yawn*

”Hwaah... I have no idea why Krin wants us to come to the graveyard this early in the morning,” one of them said.

”Well, he must’ve found something special, you know,” another added.

”Like a ghost with huge breasts... like your mom? Haha...” a third one snickered.

The three of them laughed as they walked forward, carrying thick wooden sticks sturdy enough to deliver a serious beating.

”I’m serious, if you don’t believe me then ask anybody, there are plenty of creepy stories in the villages, that’s why I like staying more in town, specifically in Moss town.”

”Yes... yes... we know your father is a great craftsman there—”

Suddenly, he froze, his eyes darting forward.

”Guys, look!” he shouted, pointing toward Krin.

All four of them rushed forward, gripping their quarterstaffs. Two of them remained standing and began scanning the area, while the other two squatted beside him and called out his name.

”Krin? Krin? Can you hear me?” he whispered, shaking him.

”Check his breathing.”

”Yes, he... is breathing perfectly fine.”

Daniel stood on the opposite side, hidden behind a tree, watching the figures as if he had seen them before.

’I knew it. This masochist Krin isn’t brave enough to come alone,’ he thought, eyeing them.