Martial Arts Hero Milked and Gutpunching Stories

  The acrid tang of sweat and something far fouler filled the air. Bien Regalado, the boy who had been KidPinoy, lay slumped, his body a testament to brutal efficiency. Lord Rapis’s foot remained a constant, grinding weight on his ribs, a physical anchor to the crushing reality of his defeat. The initial, defiant fury had been systematically leached away, replaced by a hollow ache that resonated in every cell. The livestream, a cruel window into this private hell, continued to broadcast. Milions watched, their hopes for Manila embodied in this small, broken figure, now dissolving before their eyes. Each shuddering breath, each strained whimper, was amplified and sent out into the digital ether, a requiem for a hero. Mastermind, ever the showman, knelt beside Bien. His fingers, long and pale, traced the lines of muscle beneath the dark, sun-kissed skin. “Look at him,” Mastermind purred into a small microphone pinned to his lapel, presumably for the broadcast. “Seventeen years old. A...

  Did a minor cut through calorie Deficit 

  The Dragonkid's Demise 2nd part is already in the works.  Please don't hesitate to comment and specify whatever you want to see in any part of the story.  😎😎😎😎  Just want to say that it will definitely be nothing less than brutality.

From his vantage point on the rooftop, Dragon surveyed the scene below. The penthouse shined with an almost vulgar opulence, light spilling out from the panoramic windows like liquid gold. Music, a bass-heavy pulse that vibrated even this high up, throbbed in the Manila night air. He watched men and women, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than his entire year’s rent, laughing, clinking glasses, and moving with a careless confidence that only obscene wealth could buy. This is it, Dragon thought, his jaw tightening. The heart of the beast. He could almost taste the stench of their corruption from here. He’d received the tip from a nervous precinct officer, a good man struggling against the tide of rot in the force. The officer, voice trembling, had spoken of unusual activity at the Penthouse Azucar – this very building. Whispers of clandestine meetings, heavily guarded deliveries, and an atmosphere thick with unspoken menace. Dragon had trusted his gut, and his gut, honed by y...