*The events in this book are purely fictional. Might is also a fictional character and so are the countries mentioned here. Tw: this is not for the faintest of hearts.*
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An eccentric yet physically strong man now in his 50s fled from his people during his mid 30s and took refuge near the mountains secluded from everyone else. He had learnt to fight for his survival, to hunt and kill beasts with his bare hands and learnt to enjoy his solitude.
But after the age of 44, something changed from within him.
But something inside of his heart reminded him of his emptiness. He felt that he was missing something. Jillbow meditated daily and focused so intensely on training his body until his strength had matched that of a ferocious beast rather than a man.
In the middle of his rigorous training, something had snapped from within him. No! It wasn't his tendons or bones but heard the snapping of a twig that he stepped on. Shortly afterwards, he realised that he needed someone to show and possibly teach his talents to. He missed the warmth of other people and felt paranoid that he was running out of time, old age creeping up to him.
And so he set out for the world once again and showed his abilities to which the people marvelled.
'This is incredible! Look at the ferociousness and beauty of his movements! The ease in which he breaks these bricks with his body!'
'Incredible! He really destroyed a stack of over 20 bricks with one push from the palm of his hand!'
The martial artist felt happy with all the praise that he was getting.
'Call me Master Jillbow if you would like to learn from me.' He said
Soon he got offers from students wanting to learn from him. The students ages ranged from 13 to 30, mostly boys but a few were girls. These were youths in need of training, according to Jillbow. Most of the students were poor so he accepted only a very small fee from them.
Their training was hardcore and their warm up consisted of sprints and crawls. One thing of note is to mention Jillbow's obsession with stretching and so the students had to endure long stretching sessions.
Sessions that would forever be engraved into their minds.
"Remember to focus on the breath and remove the pain. Keep enduring and then you will be able to move your body however you wish to." He would preach
Those who weren't able to get into the splits and make their butts touch the ground were slowly forced into that position. The master would grab them and sit on their ass. This gruelling torture occurred up to 5 times a week. The master did not know when to stop. All that he wanted were results. And surprisingly, it was effective. Most of the students found that they had dramatically increased their flexibility in less than 2 months. Their blood, sweat and tears allowed them to progress! If the students screamed or cried he would beat them with a stick to make them stop. His students have become strong martial artists but at what cost? They were left with the traumatic memories of their overly strict training regimen. And also, traumatic memories from all the times that they were sat on whilst attempting the splits!
Jillbow stood before the sunrise in contemplation.
"They have learnt from me, my boys and girls but what have I gained? My satisfaction from passing down my skills has already gone away. How long can one be satisfied with such things?" Jillbow brooded
Jillbow had long forgotten that he used to be a an ordinary man before his fame as a martial arts master. His delusions continued until he had begun to see himself as the most powerful man alive rather than an ordinary teacher. He began to grow paranoid that his fellow students were only using him.
Skills and money are fair exchanges to make and that is the way that it has always been. People often seem to forget that once they gain power that they cannot handle. Power is a strong aphrodisiac that many people struggle to deal with appropriately. Now, Jillbow was idolised all over the village and that only incentivised him to committing further wrongdoings because he could get away with it.
Jillbow had eyes for a talented young woman called Timow (Tim for short). She was 16 years old and already, she had shown much progress. The girl explained to Jillbow that she was extremely poor so she didn't know if she would be able to continue paying him. She opened up to him about how she earns the money to support herself and her family.
"So you see, I get the money by entertaining the soldiers at the bar. The same soldiers who currently occupy our land. I play the flute and the harmonica. Sometimes I help out at the bar too. I wanted to get stronger so I could defend myself if I'm in any danger. I'm grateful to all that you have taught me."
"Don't worry my child. You don't have to pay anything next month." He told her with a genuine smile
She couldn't believe what she heard and couldn't believe how generous the man was!
"Oh thank you! Thank you so much!" She cheered and he was happy for her
Now is the appropriate time for me to tell you what Jillbow looks like so that you could engrave it into your heads.
Jillbow was taller than most people in his country. You see, he was 7ft 1! His form was muscular, his skin was a tanned bronze colour as spending most of his time outside meant that he'd gotten a permanent tan on his body. He had some scars from previous fights and injuries. He was just an average looking man with a slightly wide nose and large brown eyes. He had a face of limited expressions and cold eyes that could stare deeply through other people. His hair was black. He often styled his thick curly hair into a ponytail which he kept either high or low. He had thick eyebrows and kept his face clean shaven. He put effort into his appearance and personal hygiene which is something that is contradictory to his character. He wore plain and simple clothes. He used to be quite the minimalistic person. He had the flag of his country (Maaska) tattooed near his right shoulder.
He used to be in the army but they dismissed him for he was too sadistic, easily excitable and lacked the teamworking and people skills that a soldier requires. He had a wife who on his wedding night he made love to her with such vigour that she required bed rest for several days to recover! His excitability wasn't only in his workplace as his passion extended to his private life too. He was a man who lacked the discipline for patience. His wife tried her best (with his towering length of 12 inches and plenty girth) but with his lack of care, it would be obvious to assume that her dimensions were altered as a result.
I am Might and you're probably thinking what the hell do I mean by dimensions but I know what I know and have carried out my research. Apparently when a female is turned on (and I'm trying to be subtle here for the emperor), it increases from its original depth of 2-4 inches to 4-8 in order to allow her to be physically comfortable enough to really feel the pleasure. All that Jillbow needed to do in that situation is to be gentle with her. Anyway, let's move on.
One day (or should I say evening), Jillbow watched his favourite student stretch and do some exercises. Timow had tied her hair onto a high ponytail. When she noticed him, she greeted him with the full splits, controlling her breathing as her torso lowered to the ground. She was just wearing her regular clothes that she normally wore. Nothing too fancy or enticing. He was impressed and started clapping.
"Excellent. You have a lot of potential, Timow." Jillbow told her
She slowly got herself up again and Jillbow walked closer to her. She let out a nervous laugh and fidgeted with her sleeves. She didn't know what he wanted from her.
He placed his large thick hands on her sides.
"You're so warm. And so full of joy." He told her
Again, the thoughts creeped up in his head.
'My students are using me for my skills and I get so little in exchange. I would prefer a fairer exchange. Money isn't enough for an old man like me. It's been so long until now that I had buried myself in the embraces of someone's warmth. Ever since that day. Damn you, Marcus! Damn all the others who occupy our beloved country!' He thought
Jillbow was frozen in his daydream.
"Master? Are you alright?" She asked him, feeling concerned about him
She squeaked in surprise after the old man had boldly shoved his tongue in her mouth for a kiss. She wasn't too shocked since she secretly had a crush on him. Confused as she was because he'd done it out of the blue, she had easily gotten excited from the kiss, his years of experience really shining through. She rubbed her thighs together and Jillbow parted them.
However, she didn't want it to go further than a kiss but he ignored her and proceeded.
"W-Wait master! I'm scared. I don't want to-"
"There's nothing to fear, my child. Now relax and set your worries free." Jillbow grinned completely ignoring her
The young girl trusted and respected her master so as unwilling as she was, she felt sure that it was some kind of test or some kind of lesson. She denied it all. In her youthful and inexperienced eyes, he wasn't taking advantage of her at all!
And so she let him have his way with her to which Jillbow was relieved. He made sure to be careful with her since he didn't want a repeat of the same incident that occurred with his wife many years ago! Once they finished she was glad that it was over.
"You are my favourite student." Jillbow reassured her
Her heart shook with uncertainty at the situation and decided to give the man a gentle smile to which he smiled back. She didn't know what to make of this incident. She didn't really want it to go that far yet and he ignored her. Had he forced himself on her when she didn't resist? That's a very difficult question.
Jillbow was too far gone to realize his wrongdoing or to even feel guilty about it.
He washed his face like he always did before bed.
However, soon before he fell asleep, he was reminded about something.
Something that his mind was desperately trying to bury.
'It was the 14th of April and I was going to see my darling Lu for the first time in months. I was going to see my children. I got off my bike. You see, the buses were only reserved for the colonizers. I was walking at a fast and steady pace to get to my front door until a thorn got stuck inside my sandal. I took it out and thought nothing of it. I knocked on the door. I was met with silence. I found myself leaning on the door and to my surprise, the door was already open. One by one, I called out the names of my children and then I called out my wife's name. No answer. I yelled out for them from the top of my lungs in desperation, checking each room. Nothing.
Until I walked closer to the door leading to our garden. The blood flowing from the garden floor to the floor which I stood formed a puddle beneath my brown sandals. I hoped that I was mistaken. I really hoped that it wasn't real blood but my senses became alert, all too familiar with bloodshed. However, the sights that I had the misfortune of seeing were even worse than anything that I had ever imagined.
I saw my darling wife, her clothes tattered, her body bruised and impaled with a spear, the spear staying fixed to the soil near the flowers. I saw all four of my children tied to a chair; each with a bullet to their foreheads. I was in shock. I couldn't understand why someone would do this to an innocent family. I didn't know what we did to deserve such a thing. I felt numb and soulless. Even when my fellow comrades were defeated in front of me, the pain which I felt was like nothing in comparison to the pain that I felt this day. I examined my wife who was bleeding and bruised up. All sorts of horrible thoughts flooded my mind. Was she brutally rape.d and killed by a savage? Were my children forced to watch before they were killed I hope not? My mind was asking me questions that I already knew the answers to, increasing my trauma. I heard a noise. While I was examining her an object fell out into the ground. A rectangular shiny name tag and on it, the name Marcus was in gold lettering and bold font. I will never forget this.'
And so, Jillbow fled to the mountains to regain his sanity and to train. In his country, when a man mistreats another man like this, he is allowed to fight him and even kill him in situations where someone has slaughtered whole families. Now, he had one goal to think about: to duel with Marcus.
After his initial gruelling training regimen which lasted about 6 months in a secluded area near the mountains, he came back stronger than he was before.
He tracked Marcus down and finally they met but Jillbow didn't get the closure or the answers that he was hoping to get. Instead, he was taunted by him. Taunted especially because after all that training.
Jillbow had lost.
He was disgraced and even his own people began booing him and so he took off, his pride hurt badly.
He fled to his secluded area for good this time.
Then a year later he took his revenge and killed Marcus.
There was no duel this time for there is no mercy that you can offer to such a villain!
Marcus was shot with a gun and a heavy rock was tied to his stomach before he was thrown into the sea, now at home to rest at the bottom of the sea for all eternity.
Jillbow became obsessed with self-improvement as it was a coping mechanism for him. He went into solitude again to train more.
Now he had overcome his limits over and over, transforming from man to beast. The fire of passion burned so strongly within him.
Jillbow's debauchery continued and had gotten worse over time. Let me tell you an even shocking story. A young man accidentally walked into an mini orgy that his teacher (Jillbow) was having. I will describe the scene to you. There was a mattress covered in transparent waterproof sheets and on it were three petite women in a rather peculiar arrangement (one was lying on top of the other), all who were as naked as the day that they were born, their warm bodies pressed against each other. The girl whose stomach was pressed against the mattress had a pillow underneath her to provide her with more comfort. They had actually consented this time so Jillbow hadn't actually done anything wrong this time.
Their bodies welcomed him so eagerly, taking him in deeper and deeper. It took tremendous control from him not to lose himself at the sensation otherwise he'd end up hurting them accidentally. They enjoyed it greatly, especially the woman at the top. Let's label them for easier identification shall we? The woman closest to the sheets is A, the one above her is B and the woman on top of B will be called C.
C was getting railed by Jillbow this time and she wanted more pleasure and she began to rub herself vigorously against B in an attempt to add some pleasure to balance out some of the dull aching pain. The girl resting directly below her (B) derived pleasure from her movements. A also moved against B which moved against C. They moaned and were all too engrossed in their passions to pay attention to the young man watching. The man himself watched them with hot and heavy breaths as he placed a firm hold on his own solid member and had gotten off from watching them.
Some time later, Jillbow finished and all of them had a great time.
However, he got hard again soon after and he happened to finally notice the young man who was secretly watching them and invited him in. The young man was a nervous wreck and Jillbow lightly rubbed his back in an effort to calm him down.
"Don't be afraid. Watching us weren't you? Why didn't you join us? Are you a little wimp or are you a real man?" Jillbow taunted him
The man couldn't focus since he was distracted by Jillbow's erection. He looked at it despite him trying not to look.
"Trust your master. Aren't you my beloved student?"
"Y-Yes I am." The young man spoke up
Jillbow took the young man's trembling hand and guided it down to his balls. The man was super uncomfortable now.
'Did Jillbow just-?' He thought
"You know what this is don't you? Tell me."
"W-What? What the hell is going on? I never knew you were like this!"
" Shut up! You're so dramatic. This is the true source of power. Don't you know that? Be proud of your balls." His voice lowered
The man cringed after hearing the weirdest sentence ever from his teacher. He didn't know whether to punch him or not since he still respected the man really deeply.
Jillbow reached out to touch him to which he immediately punched him in the face.
"Don't touch me like that! My tolerance is limited." He yelled
Jillbow's actions only got bolder and bolder than this and soon he became convinced that he was untouchable, recklessly forcing himself on people, beating people up and even killing them whenever he felt the urge to! All the good people wondered when would he be humbled by justice.
It's so easy for us to hope that justice will come. That the bad guy will be dealt with but the world is a cruel place. Bad guys are untouchable until enough courageous people bring the truth to light. Most of the time, unless we do something about it, nothing will change!
Jillbow was only loved by those students who were far too brainwashed and gone. They continued to believe that their teacher loved them and that his assaults were an act of passionate love. Poor fools.
About 2 weeks later, Timow paid Jillbow a visit.
Jillbow was happy to see her. She was his 'favourite student' after all.
She boldly greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. Jillbow grinned and moved her face so that he could kiss her on the lips.
They talked and had food and drinks.
Jillbow stood up and only seconds later, he groaned out in pain. His feet hurt and were burning all of a sudden!
"T-Timow. My legs hurt. I need a doctor! Shit!"
Timow looked startled and didn't know what to do. Seconds later, Jillbow fell to the ground, his burning legs unable to support him.
Then Jillbow realised the truth.
Six students in their late 20s came out of hiding. Jillbow was shot in the heel by an poison arrow. His legs became paralysed and then and only then did he become humbled but it was far too late.
"Timow. I'm sorry my child. I'm so sorry."
"Oh I know. I know master. Make him rest on his chair." She ordered them
They lifted him and put him on his chair.
Jillbow began to cry.
"Please forgive me." He pleaded, now unable to feel his legs
"Remember how you had your way with me numerous times even though I told you that I was unwilling and wasn't ready?" She spoke
Jillbow was speechless and in despair.
"You rubbed yourself against me, perv."
"You brutally harmed my friend and spat in her face. You sick fuck! You're no teacher! You're a perverted monster."
Jillbow shook his head with shame and wished for them to stop bringing stuff up.
Finally, Timow pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Jillbow for all the people he killed and harmed for his pleasure.
Before Jillbow could plead and beg for his life, she had already pulled the trigger! She shot him in the head twice.
Jillbow was dead.
THE END...