Ten matches occur that evening, and I get exhausted of being right, and cleanly explaining the powers of every hero appearing on the field.
It felt like they didn't know any of them. Acted like it. For this 'test' of theirs, on how much I knew.
Even on the second day, which still was yet termed to be first day, according to the TTT, because they followed another way to calculate it. That is, it hadn't been a day since the first match occuring yesterday.
Anyways, I was exhausted again, explaining to them. And at the last match...
"Oh, it's your brother's team I suppose. They are here-" Mind says.
"-yeah, yeah. Anyways. Enjoy. I need to go," I say, interrupting, and barely explaining myself, I leave them.
I carefully yet quickly make way towards the inside halls of the stadium, which is dead silent now. Obviously.
There were numerous hero organisations and people here. And like Peak, there were other solo heroes. There was one I particularly want to run into, so I had raced here.
I quickly open the men's washroom door and enter, and quickly close it behind me.
"Um...?" the person inside says. "This is the men's washroom. Or rather, are you here to kill me? Still. Let's resort to that outside."
I look at this person. Such a handsome guy. I HAD to get my hands on him.
"I'll grant you a wish," I say.
"Uh... ok, interesting villain alert," he laughs.
I feel myself wanting to groan and moan.
"You... you have desires," I say.
"Mind-reader perhaps?" he asks.
"No... I'm just..."
"Having a hard time to explain?" he scoffs.
"Give me a second Endal," I say.
Shit. I shouldn't have said that.
I put my hands ahead of me and calm this guy who almost reached me in an instant.
"I can see many things through omniscience," I say, and he stops his moving hand. "Like, everything and..." I feel my face flush, "I saw your... desires."
Endal's turn to have his face flushed.
Desires... it was his book. His 'diary'. And I had seen it through omniscience. He maintained logs of his dreams and desires. What he achieved and wants to achieve. Ticking things off, and all of it.
And one of the ones I had read...
"Love making at TTT," I say. "I may sound like a creep but... we both know how boring this is."
Endal could kill me. Literally. Being a solo and all; he was capable to. But he was... pink.
"Myself Einya... Einya King. I'm a... BIG fan," I say, and remove my makeshift mask.
"That sounds a bit..." Endal says.
"I have a crush on you and that is one of the reasons."
Endal blushes and chuckles nervously.
"You have no idea what I..." Endal says and scans me. "You do?"
I make sure the door is locked behind me.
"As I said... I want to grant your wish," I say.
Everyone should know of the Goddess of sex, Aphrodite. While I have been called that, Endal here is someone who lived upto the title of the God of sex.
No, his name wasn't Eros. He was known as 'The Lord' (also as Brain-Rape, at one point) to people.
Endal's touch could cause such pleasure... that it had killed his lover. He was yet another 'Super-pack' case. There were many such cases actually.
Endal wouldn't miss such a free chance, as he sure was touch-starved for all this time. He couldn't get himself to touch another women.
But then again, he was in his prime. Yet women just... saw his dirty past, which couldn't be helped.
But I sure was different, and had to show that to this star-dazed guy. So I move ahead, and start kissing his beautiful lips. They feel like something brittle, layered with honey.
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