Oliver had felt this entity's hand all over him since he woke up. However, he only really noticed it at this exact moment. Whatever the reason for it, Oliver was about to learn the world was much bigger than he could imagine. Oliver's body slightly shook as he kept feeling something touching him. The touch was extremely soft at times, and at other times, it seemed to want to put a hole in him. However, every touch seemed disgusting to Oliver; it felt like something was touching him with a twisted mind. A mind that only sought pleasure, no matter the cost or consequences.
Oliver sighed and wanted this to end already; however, he couldn't remove the feelings. Quickly, he went through everything that happened and wondered what was attracting whatever was touching him. It couldn't be his skin itself, as he would have felt this immediately after waking up. The only real change between the moment he woke up and now was the movement of his body.
That thought rested deep in his mind for a few seconds before his face twisted in disgust and repulsion. Swiftly, he ran out of his room with his incredible speed towards the bathroom in the room. His eyes took a single glance in the mirror where he noticed the sweet transparent nectar sticking to his body. His eyes picked up the slight amount of steam coming from the shower, and he quickly entered.
Oliver left the bathroom 15 minutes later with his clothes back on and a small white towel around his neck. His slightly damp hair and satisfied smile made him even more attractive; unfortunately, no one was nearby to notice. At the moment, he was finished with his tests, and he was about to leave when a hand suddenly placed itself on his shoulder in the hallway. Oliver turned around to find someone staring at him with squinted eyes. Just when he was about to say something, she started to talk first.
"What are you?"
"Hah?" Oliver responded to the woman who stood tall behind him. Her long night-black silky hair that reached her waist and her eyes of the same color were simply mesmerizing. Yet, her eyes had a cold gleam in them, and she asked him one more time.
"Who are you?"
"L-let go."
"What?" The girl questioned him. However, Oliver still hated social interactions and wouldn't repeat himself. Quickly, he jerked his shoulder, and her hand fell to her side. Her eyes looked shocked; however, Oliver simply ignored her. Slowly, he walked through the hallway and outside the Training Center. Of course, all this happened under the woman's cold eyes. Her smile twisted in amusement, and she couldn't help but feel a new toy might have arrived for her. She turned around and started to walk through the hallway and left behind a small order to no one in particular.
"Follow him and let me know everything about him."
No one answered her; however, a small gust of wind came into the hallway and disappeared just as it arrived. Oliver, oblivious to everything that was happening, walked home with a slightly reddened face. His mind was in chaos; although the situation seemed to only get worse.
"I can't believe I just did that! I mean, seriously! Who just does that and then leaves without even apologizing!?"
As Oliver was going into a mental spiral of embarrassment and confusion, a few sets of eyes stared at him with cold indifference. Oliver was merely a new toy to their madame, and even if their orders were to make his life a living hell, they planned on following no matter what. Oliver finally found himself back at his home, alone and fully aware of his current body limitations. Yet, through either fate or coincidence, his pupils gained a small heart in their centers for a few seconds and suddenly disappeared. While it had no effect on Oliver, the few sets of eyes watching him suddenly withdrew. Their goal or destination was unknown; however, the red hue in their eyes made them feel different.
Oliver spent the rest of his day looking through a multitude of websites and links. He knew that his strength was quite inhuman; however, he wanted ways to utilize it.
Like seriously, who wouldn't want a soft-looking powerful martial artist?
Oliver had gone through multiple websites looking at their training regimes and even overall structure. He didn't really have much preference for the actual martial art learned; however, he still wanted one that prioritized speed over strength. Eventually, he found a close and seemingly reliable taekwondo dojo. It was headed by Jun Taki, a black belt in the martial art. He was a middle-aged man who had been practicing since he was young, and his achievements were by no means little. Under his belt are multiple national championships along with other smaller tournaments. Moreover, he has taught two national champions.
Oliver smiled at the newly found hobby, a hobby that will hopefully give him a means of protection and even added charm. It was then his smile suddenly froze, and he wondered.
Why do I need a means of protection? No, most importantly, why do I need even more charm!?
Oliver shook his head and let that thought leave his mind for the moment. He didn't know why he would need a means of protection with his stupidly high physical strength, he still felt it was better to be safe than sorry. Yet, he suddenly thought of something, a passing thought that was more scary the more one thought about it. If Oliver had such high strength and even senses that could detect most things,
How come he couldn't sense that girl in the fitness center?
How come he couldn't immediately break free from her grip?
Oliver's eyes suddenly went dark, and he made it his mission to find out who she was and why she was so interested in him. Oliver didn't think for a moment she could pose any real threat to his life, at least not by herself.
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