Ren steps out of the diner and is riding down the street, a wicked grin tugging at his lips as he thinks about how easily tripped Eva, easily embarrassed her. She had no idea what hit her. She looked like a fool looking around, trying to find out what happened.
Haha, it's so fun messing with her. And it's all her fault. If she was nicer with me, she could live a better life with me, but what's gonna to her will all be her fault. She is rude and always talks down on me.
I tripped her, but that wasn't enough. No, I could do more, make her day even worse, humiliate her in front of everyone. Riding, he turns at the crossroads, the thought lingers, turning in his mind as he imagines her embarrassed, flushed, and angry face. What else could I do to her?
His steps quicken with anticipation. I can trip her again… maybe in front of the customers this time. Or make her stumble every time she tries to walk. He chuckles darkly at the image. Eva, constantly struggling to stay on her feet, her composure shattering little by little.
But that's not all. His mind dives deeper into darker, more delicious possibilities. What if I make her skirt fly up in front of everyone? The thought sends a pulse of excitement through him. He pictures it clearly—Eva's skirt fluttering in the air, her stuff exposed for all to see, while she stands there, powerless to stop it. That would shut her up for good.
A rush of adrenaline surges through Ren as his imagination grows bolder. What about making her drop things, right in front of the boss? Spilling food all over herself, completely humiliated… He's so caught up in these fantasies that he doesn't realize he has arrived at the delivery location, a seemingly wealthy-looking house, and a garden around it.
Wow, that's an expensive-looking house. Do rich people eat this stuff as well?
He parks the bike outside the garden and steps to the gate. But just as he moves his hand up to ring the bell, he hears something. The muffled sounds of pleasure, seeping through the door. He leans to the gate and hears the soft and breathy moanings of a woman, followed by words that make Ren's ears perk up.
"Ahh… aah, ohh, be gentle… don't pinch too hard… move faster… faster!"
His entire body freezes. The sound alone is enough to stir something inside him. He stands at the gate for a minute, hearing the moanings as his thoughts run wild inside. Oh, what's going on inside? Someone having fun.
He stands at the gate, and suddenly, he hears these words. Gentle… faster?
Instantly, his mind runs at these words, gentle... Faster.
A light bulb goes off in his head. His thoughts are silent and focused on these words.
I've been using my power like a hammer. Pushing. Pulling. Forcing things. But what if I can be… gentle? Move things... Gently.
For a moment, he gets hyper-aware of his potential. The notion of control—precise, delicate control—begins to unravel in his mind. What if I didn't have to move an entire object? Could I move just a part? Like one end of a rope, or… something inside someone? Organs, bullets—could I manipulate those without touching anything else?
"There's so much more I can do…" he murmurs to himself, a dark thrill running down his spine.
He is excited to test this, but before that, he rings the doorbell, hardly caring about the delivery anymore. After minutes, the door opens, and a stunning woman, probably the one who had been singing inside (You know what I mean), appears in a seductive white outfit.
Ren's heart skips a beat just as he looks at her form. The package slips from his hands. He suddenly grabs her hands and pulls her in. She gasps in surprise as he immediately presses his lips against hers, his hands moving to her butt.
But before he can grab them, she says, "Hello, you got the order?"
His eyes narrows, and he looks around, huh, order, and instantly he snaps back to reality. He is standing at the gate, holding the order while staring intently at her. His friend (you know) is up, straight. Shit.
"Oh my, boy, your boy woke up." She says looking at him, her eyes down.
Ren's face turns red, stammering, "I'm, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."
The woman chuckles, "Hah, be careful, boy, your thing is up. You better leave soon."
"Ahh, yes, I'm really sorry about this. Here's your order." He hands her the order, his hands trembling.
"It's fine." She says with a soft smile and gives him the pay.
Ren quickly takes the payment and immediately steps back, rushing to his bike.
He hops on his bike. Fuck, I almost imagined having her right there. She has got those... Lookable things.
He looks at the door, hoping for something... Extra. Damn, her body is just... Too good. I almost drowned in her. But those...
But the door is closed. Sigh, she is gone, he forces himself to calm down. He feels the familiar surge in his pants but suppresses it quickly. She looks too good. He begins to pedal and get away from there.
As he gets away from there, he is already racing to his next destination. His thoughts begins to swirl around the words faster and gentle. An epiphany begins to unfold in him, revealing possibilities. Gentle and faster… He starts thinking about what those words truly mean. Could he move an object so quickly that it vibrates? Could he move something small so rapidly that it becomes invisible to the naked eye? His fingers twitch at the thought.
"I've been doing this wrong all along," Ren mutters to himself. "There's more to this than just brute strength. How precise can I be?" The idea grips him, his thoughts racing. Whenever I use telekinesis, it affects the entire object… but what about working on just a part of it? Could I tug one thread of a shirt, or lift just one corner of a tablecloth?
He imagines pushing and pulling small pieces of objects, testing their limits. What if I could move something inside another object? Could I pull something out without touching the surface? Like… a bullet? He chuckles darkly, his mind already racing to the most twisted applications. Or… could I make someone's skin ripple? Vibrate their stuff… without touching them, from a distance?
His thoughts swirl around Eva. He pictures her standing there, completely oblivious as he uses his powers to torment her—vibrating her nipples, her clit—without her even realizing what's happening at first. How far can I go? How much control will I have?
He finally arrives at his second delivery, barely paying attention to the exchange, his mind too consumed with these dark ideas. I need to practice. I need to know how far I can push this.
Ren hurries back to the diner and then to the alley beside it, where he had practiced before. His pulse races to practice, but before that, he looks around to ensure no one is watching. After all, he doesn't wanna repeat the mistake he made before.
Alright… let's start small, he thinks, picking up a tiny stone from the ground. He floats it in the air with ease, using telekinesis to keep it suspended. Now… let's see how fast I can make it move.
He focuses, moving the stone in tiny, rapid motions. At first, the stone moves sluggishly, making wide arcs, too slow to even resemble what he's aiming for. But he keeps at it, continuously trying to narrow the distance. Come on… faster. But the faster he tries to make it move, the harder it becomes to keep the stone from jerking violently.
"Damn it," Ren growls under his breath. He tries again, pushing the stone to move faster while keeping the movements short. His mind strains with the effort. The stone wobbles in midair, but it's not vibrating—it's just moving erratically.
After several more attempts, he slams his fist against the wall in frustration. This isn't working. This isn't what I was thinking. I need the stone to move at a place so fast that it appears vibrating. I can move it up and down but the distance is big. And if I try to lessen the distance, it jerks off.
He gets frustrated but takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Alright, let's try the other thing.
His eyes land on a piece of cloth discarded in the alley. Let's see if I can control just a part of this. He focuses on the corner of the cloth, imagining it lifting without the rest of the fabric moving. He pulls with his mind, but the entire cloth lifts. No. Focus. Just the corner.
He tries again, narrowing his focus to the small patch of fabric. But again, the whole thing rises. Ren grits his teeth, frustration mounting. Why isn't this working?
He grabs a stone and covers the cloth with it, leaving only the corner exposed. He stares at it, concentrating with everything he has. There's no cloth… only the corner. No cloth, just the corner…
Slowly, just the corner lifts.
Ren's eyes widen with surprise and excitement. Yes! It's happening! He pulls harder, and only the corner rises this time. He laughs under his breath, his heart racing. I'm getting the hang of it.
He removes the stone from the cloth, uncovering it, and tries the same on the opposite corner. After a moment of focus, it lifts as well. The strain is immense—far harder just than lifting the entire object—but he's doing it. He's controlling only parts.
"I knew I could do it," he mutters, grinning darkly to himself. His mind immediately jumps back to Eva. If I can do this to a piece of cloth… how can I use this for her?
His thoughts grow darker as he contemplates using this level of control on someone's body. Could I pull at her skin? Vibrate her clit? Make her breasts throb without ripping them off?
The sheer idea of it makes his pulse quicken. But Ren knows he needs more practice. Yeah, I can't do that just yet. I need more practice. And once I'm confident, you will have it first, Eva.
He holds the stone again and attempts to vibrate it, trying to move it in smaller, faster motions. But it doesn't work. Each time he narrows the distance, the speed decreases. Tsk, I thought it'd work this time.
He attempts it a few more times but fails to make it happen. Ren slumps against the wall, panting from the effort. He throws the stone in frustration, tsk, not working but I'll get it eventually, he thinks, wiping the sweat from his brow. He's exhausted but satisfied with his progress. I can't wait to try this on Eva.
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