Ren wakes up early, sunlight barely filtering through the blinds. He rubs his eyes, still groggy, but excitement flutters in his chest.
Today he'll practice his power again. First, though, he needs to freshen up.
He stands up, stretches his arms and legs and heads to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face and brushing his teeth.
After getting dressed, he grabs a quick breakfast. As he is munching on toast, a thought crosses his mind:
Do I really have to use my hand gesture when I use telekinesis? Can't I just do it with a flick of my finger... or even by just thinking?
He leans back in his chair, considering the idea.
For secrecy's sake, it would be better if I didn't have to move my hand at all. If people see me gesturing and something strange happens, they'll suspect me.
Determined to test this, he quickly finishes the toast and heads back to his room.
He stares at the pen on the table. He keep his hand down, and move his finger up, as if gesturing to move the pen. But nothing happens, the pen stays still.
He tries again, focusing harder, but the pen stays still. Frustration bubbles up, but he doesn't give up. He closes his eyes, concentrating even deeply.
On the next flick, the pen wobbles slightly.
He grins, moving his finger up again. This time, the pen lifts off the table—though it's shakier and taking much more effort than usual.
It hovers for a moment before dropping back down.
Not perfect, but it works.
He feels a sense of accomplishment.
I'll have to practice more, but this is better. People won't see anything suspicious now. With that thought, he is finished with his theory.
He picks the delivery bag from the corner and heads out. He unlocks his bike at the post and rides towards work.
The morning air feels fresh against his face, but his mind is elsewhere, replaying what he's learned.
The more he practices, the more confident he becomes in his abilities. One day, I'll be able to do it without even moving a muscle.
He arrives at the restaurant, locks his bike at the post and walks in.
The usual routine greets him. The employees give him the same cold stares, and Eva's voice cuts through the air like nails on a chalkboard.
"Ren, hurry up and deliver these," She stands at the counter, arms crossed, already looking at him like he is late—despite him being early today. Her tone dripped with arrogance, as if she owns the world.
Ren's fists tighten slightly, he hasn't even arrived properly but she is already yelling at him, looking down on him.
But he forces a smile, afterall, he can't quit yet.
"Sure thing, boss."
He walks past her and grabs the orders. As he stuff the orders in his bag, his eyes falls on her back.
Eva is standing with her back to him. He pauses for a moment, his gaze trailing down to her hips.
"Damn... So big," he mutters, an idea crossing his mind, a wicked little impulse he can't resist.
He focuses and with a flick of his finger, he uses telekinesis. Her skirt flutters slightly, then lifts just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her panties, white with a bear drawn on it.
Her hands immediately move to her skirt, lowering it. She turns and sees Ren looking at her. Her cheeks turn red and her eyes narrow at him.
"Go away, you pervert!" she snaps.
Ren smirks internally, trying to look innocent.
White and Bear huh,
He grabs the delivery bag and walks out, stifling an excited smirk on his face.
Despite her attitude, there's something about Eva that draws him in.
It's not just her mesmerizing body—though he can't deny her physical appeal. She is indeed stunningly beautiful. Her fit body, flexible curves, beautiful face and her big breasts and hips are just to die for.
But there's more to it. Maybe it's because he is seeing her daily for two years. Her constant yelling makes him unable to take her out of his head.
Everyday he sees glimpses of her, her constant yelling and his will to have his revenge on her one day, have her all to himself, makes her a constant in his thoughts.
He dreams of punishing her, roughing her body, having her all day and night.
He hops onto his bike and leave for deliveries. He pedals and soon arrives the first stop, a girl's house, a regular delivery.
He rings the bell and she comes out to pick up. He looks at her, she is beautiful, but not in the same league as Eva. Still, her looks are enough to catch his attention.
"Here's your order, thank you for waiting." He speaks politely and hands over the package, but she barely acknowledges him, giving him a dismissive look.
"Finally, What took you so long to get here. The restaurant is not far from here." she says, her voice laced with disdain.
"If you are late again, I'll complain about you, understand, delivery man."
Ren bites his tongue, but he holds back.
"I'm so sorry I was late. I'll more punctual next time."
But she doesn't care and stays rude,
"Don't give me excuses and don't talk to me. Just do your damn job properly."
Ren's blood boils,
You damn girl, if it's close, go pick up yourself. And why do you think you can talk to me like that, huh. You dare look down on me.
As she turns to head back inside, he flicks his finger. He catches her feet, just enough to throw her off balance.
But she stumbles forward and slams head straight to the floor.
The package slips from her hands, splattering across the ground.
The girl gasps, spinning around and glares at him.
"What the hell? How dare you?!"
Ren just shrugs, keeping his expression neutral.
"I didn't do that," he says showing his worry face, but inside, he's laughing.
Serves you right, bitch.
He steps up and give her hand to help her up.
"Are you alright."
But she slaps his hand.
"Mind your own business."
She stands up and bends over to check the ruined package when Ren flick his finger again and her skirt lifts fully.
Of course he sneak a look, his face twisting in mild excitement.
Hmm, not even close to Eva's level. But even small ones have their own appeal, he thinks, but nothing beats the real deal.
With the delivery paid for beforehand, he doesn't bother helping her clean up. He turns and walks away, laughing wildly inside.
He hops onto his bike and heads back. On his way back, he spots a commotion down the street.
He rides fast to get there and sees an elderly woman shouting for help as a man is dashing away with a bag in his hand, seems to be a thief.
A man is already chasing after the thief, but Ren doesn't care. Not my problem. Still, he sees an opportunity.
He pedals quickly behind the thief and with a subtle movement of his finger, he flicks the thief's ankle just as he's running.
The man's feet tangle, and he crashes to the ground. Ren watches as the man catches up and grabs him. Ren then just leaves, not bothering to stop and help.
Ren smirks, satisfied,
Didn't do it for you, lady. Just wanted to use my powers.
The thrill of using his power grows, and as he walks away, he feels a surge of excitement.
Just as he arrives back at the restaurant, Eva greets him with a furious scowl.
"Ren!" she yells just as he enters, her voice like nails.
"That girl you delivered to? She complained about the food being ruined! What did you do?"
Ren looks at her and raises his hands in defense, trying to stay calm.
"She fell while holding it, not me."
But Eva isn't listening.
"Don't lie to me. She said you fell tragically and ruined the order. You won't get your cut from this delivery. And work properly from now on!"
Ren raise his voice in defiance.
"But I didn't do anything. She was the one holding the package and fell when she was heading back. It's wasn't me. She fell on her own."
But Eva just yells at him,
"Don't you raise your voice on me, understand. And don't lie to me. I know you are clumsy. You won't get your cut and work properly next time."
Anger flares up in Ren.
You bitch.
As she turns her back to him, he can't restrain his anger. With a flick of his finger, Eva's feet lock up, and she stumbles forward, hands up, crashing to the floor.
Ren stifles a laugh, watching her skirt flip up for another glance at her panties.
"White with bear," he mutters without even thinking.
Eva scrambles to her feet, her face red with rage.
"What did you say?!" she shrieks.
"You pig pervert!"
Ren gritts his teeth, walking away as she yells at him.
That's what you get, you stuck-up bitch.
But his anger doesn't fade, instead gets replaced by darker desires, more twisted.
As he leaves the restaurant, he thinks to himself,
I'll make sure to pound that big ass of yours one day. And when I do, I'll bathe you in milk. You'll be begging for it, bitch.