Without the distractions of the trio harassing him, the trip to the Shinomiya residence was quick and silent.
Upon turning the key Natsuha had entrusted to him and pushing the door open, the only sound that greeted him was the heavy and constant rhythm of footsteps.
What surprised him was that Natsuha didn't come out to greet him charmingly like he imagined.
Instead, he found her on the treadmill, completely immersed in an intense cardio session.
"Ugh~ Jin..." she panted upon seeing him enter, her voice broken by lack of air, trying to sketch a flirtatious smile.
At first glance, her outfit seemed like simple gym clothes, especially compared to the "clothes" she had worn the night before, but the effect was just as lethal.
The white tank top she was wearing was soaked in sweat, becoming dangerously translucent and clinging to her skin.
The neckline was deep and with every stride she took on the machine, her breasts bounced with a hypnotic movement.
Further down, the black leggings were more of the same.
The fabric stretched to the limit over her hips, sculpting the perfect roundness of her glutes and outlining the separation of her thighs with obscenity.
Seeing her like that, with flushed skin, her body covered in a fine layer of sheen, and panting with her mouth half-open, gave her an air of physical vulnerability that was extremely provocative.
While changing his shoes at the entrance, Jin stood watching the show for a few seconds and, suddenly, it all made sense.
'Ah, I get it. This isn't real exercise. It's roleplay.'
It was clear.
She was playing the role of the "sweaty gym bunny" to turn him on. That explained why, out of nowhere, she had decided to hop on a treadmill with that cleavage.
"You know, Natsuha... your posture is terrible," he murmured, approaching her from behind like a wolf. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep going like that. Let me put my hands on you and... correct you."
Extending his hands shamelessly, he aimed directly for her hips.
"N-No! Stop!"
Unexpectedly, Natsuha dodged his advance with a side step and slapped his hands away.
"I'm serious, Jin-kun! I-I'm actually training, stop trying to grope me!"
"..."
With his hands suspended in the air, Jin froze.
'Is she serious? Is she actually doing cardio?'
He felt a pang of stupid embarrassment.
He had read the situation completely wrong.
'Damn it... it's all those three's fault,' he thought with frustration, running a hand over his face. 'They left me so horny and defensive that now my brain is rotten.'
"But seriously, where did this sudden obsession with cardio come from?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe and looking over her figure. "Don't kill yourself training. You know I love you just like this..."
"I know, I-I'll stop if I get too tired," Natsuha replied with a mischievous smile, lowering the machine's speed a bit. "But this is a necessity. I need stamina."
She wiped a towel over her sweaty neck and looked him in the eyes with frankness.
"Let's be honest. Every time we do it... I'm always the first to beg for mercy. I realize you hold back because my body can't handle your pace, right? I hate that..."
"I want to last longer. I want to have enough energy to keep up with you until you are satisfied, without you having to slow down because of me."
"..."
Jin stayed silent for a moment.
The brutal honesty of her motivation—basically, training just to be able to withstand a session of rough sex with him—took him by surprise.
"... I see. So it's because of that."
He cleared his throat, trying to hide the arrogant satisfaction he felt.
"Well, in that case... train hard. I'll be waiting for you in your room."
Turning around, he headed to the bedroom. But inside, he knew it was a lost cause. No amount of cardio was going to allow a human to keep up with his superhuman stamina.
But he wasn't going to be the one to crush her enthusiasm.
If she wanted to try so hard just to please him, who was he to stop her?
…
Upon reaching Natsuha's room, he dropped onto the bed and closed his eyes, immersing himself in his interface.
He wasn't in the mood for the AI's evasiveness.
"System, open the package. Now."
[Processing... Opening Hero Inheritance Package. Initiating random extraction...]
'Please, don't be trash,' he prayed with anticipation. 'Give me someone who is a true beast...'
Suddenly, an arrogant voice thundered inside his skull:
"I'm undisputed."
Immediately after, an avalanche of memories exploded in his mind.
It was the brutal legend of Sett.
The images flashed by like lightning. He saw the life of a half-blood bastard, the forbidden product of a Noxian human and a Vastaya. He saw an outcast child, spat on by society, who learned very early that the only justice that existed was the one he could impose with his own fists.
He saw the underground fighting pits. Sett crushed his opponents with bestial, unstoppable fury.
The crunch of broken bones became his coronation anthem, and gold flowed toward him while the crowd roared his new title: "The Boss."
But that wasn't enough.
The memories showed the night the Noxian promoters tried to control him. Sett didn't negotiate; he destroyed the rules and their bodies with his bare hands.
After a night of visceral carnage, where flesh and blood flew through the air, the half-blood emerged as the one and true lord of the criminal underworld.
The final vision froze on an image of absolute power: Sett sitting on a golden throne, lounging arrogantly, using the head of a defeated rival as a footrest.
[The Host has successfully assimilated Sett's memories.]
[Due to a 100% Synchronization, all skills of "The Boss" have been unlocked.]
[Passive Skill: Pit Grit]
[Active Skills: Knuckle Down, Haymaker, Facebreaker, The Show Stopper.]
"I didn't expect it to be you at all..." Jin murmured, processing the information.
As the memories settled in his brain, he realized the magnitude of the gift.
This truly was a complete upgrade to his combat system. He hadn't just received the character's special moves, but decades of muscle memory, fighting instincts, and the refined brutality of someone who had punched his way to the top.
What surprised him most, however, was the compatibility stat. A perfect 100%?
"Why do we fit so well? Could it be because, deep down, we're both 'mama's boys'?"
That was the only logical explanation for such affinity.
...
Meanwhile...
The three gyarus were entrenched at a table in a BBQ restaurant, anxiously devouring meat while shouting at each other, not caring about the rest of the customers.
"Ruri, do you want to explain to me what the hell happened?" Reina exploded, slamming the table. "Didn't you swear that hypnotic spray of yours could knock out even an elephant? It was completely useless!"
"I don't get it either!" Ruri defended herself, mouth full. "I didn't grab the wrong can, I swear. I emptied the whole bottle on his face. He should have dropped cold, but he didn't even blink... he's not normal."
"Enough! What's done is done," interrupted Yukina, calming them down. "The question is: what do we do now?"
Disheartened, Reina leaned back in her chair, rubbing one of the bumps Jin had left on her forehead.
"Honestly... I think going with brute force is stupid. We already saw we're no match for him in a fight," she admitted, lowering her voice. "What if... we just let it go? I don't want another beating."
"Are you kidding? Since when does Reina Hamasaki retreat with her tail between her legs?" Ruri looked at her in disbelief. "Are we going to let this slide? The infamous Trio humiliated by a single guy? We have to get revenge and take back our reputation."
"Besides..." intervened Yukina, and her expression changed, "The stronger and rougher Jin gets, the more I want to tame him. Imagine what it would be like to subdue that beast and have him trapped under my body..."
"Exactly!" Ruri visualized the scene with an obscene smile. "I won't rest until I'm sitting on his face, forcing him to drink every last drop of my juices."
Faced with the graphic description and her friends' enthusiasm, Reina's cowardice evaporated.
Pride (and horniness) won out.
"You're right. We can't lose like this," she said, slamming the table again. "So, how do we catch him?"
"I have an idea," said Ruri, and her eyes narrowed maliciously.
"You again? Well, you are the brains of the group... talk fast."
Ruri motioned for them to come closer. The three heads huddled over the smoking grill, whispering in a conspiratorial murmur unintelligible to the others.
"We'll do this... and then that... and when he is..."
"It's perfect!"
They pulled apart at the same time, and an identical smile, vulgar and triumphant, appeared on the faces of all three.
They had found the weak spot.
Behind the counter, the restaurant owner watched them while cleaning a glass, shaking her head with a grimace of pity.
'Poor girls... so pretty and they seem to have fried brains. What must have happened to them to end up like this?'
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