At least two meters tall, with massive and defined muscles, short blond hair cropped close to the scalp, a pair of small hoop earrings, wearing a black tank top along with military pants and boots, stood the suspicious-looking woman, whose wide smile sent clear signals of danger to Jonathan.
Although he was busy with his own mind, trying to make sense of the bizarre event — along with the thought of who the hell this woman in front of him was — Jonathan quickly reorganized his thoughts, regaining focus on what was definitely more important.
Which was, obviously, to get the hell out of there as fast as possible.
"So, boy, aren't you going to say anything?" the muscular woman asked, still in that friendly tone, as if she were just making small talk about the weather. Her hands rested on her hips.
But Jonathan said nothing. He just stared. It wasn't like the woman's presence wasn't screaming "death threat," his body was practically yelling at him to run away as fast as possible.
And that's exactly what he did.
Without a hint of hesitation, he turned around and ran with all his strength.
"Uh-huh. How rude. Can't even greet me properly." the woman shook her head, as if disappointed by Jonathan's apparent lack of manners.
Then, exhaling softly through her nose, she took half a step forward. In a blur of movement, her body tilted and, in the next instant, she dashed forward at a clearly superhuman speed.
Jonathan, at that moment, looked over his shoulder, certain she would chase him. His eyes widened as he saw her figure approaching him at a speed even faster than that of a damn cheetah he had once seen in a YouTube documentary.
'What the fuck is this?!' he screamed internally, faced with that absurd sight.
In the next moment, the super-fast woman leapt, almost at the point of reaching him. He saw her bring her feet together, clearly preparing to crush him.
"Hah!" she let out a short cry, descending rapidly toward him.
Once again reacting quickly, Jonathan jumped and rolled across the ground, not caring about the scratches from his clumsy leap, narrowly escaping just as she struck where he had been.
Right after, he heard the sound of the impact, along with small fragments hitting his skin. Straightening in the middle of the street, he looked at her.
Beneath the woman's feet, the concrete sidewalk was slightly sunken, cracks spreading outward. It was as if a giant hundred-kilo hammer had smashed into the pavement.
"Hahaha, I knew you'd dodge. Wouldn't be any fun if it were that easy, after all~" the woman said, pulling her feet from the hole she had created and turning to face him, still smiling.
A drop of sweat sprouted on Jonathan's temple. He stared silently, processing this new information. It was clear: he couldn't escape. If she hit him, he would definitely die from a single blow.
However, he wasn't completely out of options. Looking quickly around, an idea popped into his mind — and he put it into practice immediately.
His mouth opened in preparation for the scream he intended to let out, hoping to catch the attention of the people in the nearby houses so that someone would call the police.
"HE—!" But he barely managed to pronounce the first syllable when his mouth was covered, the sensation of a large hand clamping down over it.
His eyes widened at the sight he had just witnessed.
With a single burst of speed, that monstrous woman had reached him in an instant, like a damn horror movie jump scare.
"Now, now~ we can't have you drawing attention to our little game, can we~?" she wagged her finger gently in front of his face.
And before he could say anything, her hand moved fast, at a speed he couldn't even see, slamming into his stomach.
His body bent as the air was forced out of him; a muffled grunt escaped his covered mouth as her fist sank into his belly without meeting resistance. Sharp, burning pain spread immediately.
Jonathan didn't even have time to focus on the sensation before he felt weightless, his vision blurring as he was hurled through the air, wind slamming against his body and whistling in his ears.
He had been thrown like he was nothing, straight toward a nearby tree.
"Argh!" he let out a short cry of pain when his back hit the tree, his body sliding down limply until he landed seated under its shadow.
"Shit…" Jonathan grimaced in pain, moving his trembling arm over his stomach. That single strike had almost immobilized him completely.
"Nice try, but just to be clear: even if you managed to scream for help, it would only add more victims to our little game. Got it?" the woman spoke in that deceptively polite tone, approaching him.
She then crouched, pulling his leg to stretch him out on the ground, and once again covered his mouth.
"Now, to avoid any unnecessary attention, let me deal with this first." Saying that, she pulled a spherical object from her waist. She pressed a button and the object unfolded, stretching out like some sort of mini umbrella.
She placed it on the ground near the tree and a pulse of energy quickly spread out, expanding omnidirectionally for a few meters and covering them with a sort of small dome as it stopped, lightly pulsing with electricity before fading.
"With this, no one will bother us~." she said with a satisfied smile on her face as she looked at him.
As Jonathan watched, completely confused, she slowly moved her other hand, lifting his shirt.
"You've got a nice set of abs here, huh, boy." she said with a soft whistle.
Blinking, Jonathan stared at her strangely.
She only shrugged casually. "What? I'm a woman with needs. And since I'm going to have to kill you anyway, might as well have a little fun with you first."
Those words and their meaning took a few seconds to sink into Jonathan's mind.
'Wait a second… am I about to get raped?'
He blinked slowly as he realized the meaning behind the woman's actions and words, somewhat incredulous. He kept staring at her silently with that look, while she ran her hand across his abs and chest with a casual smile.
"You worked hard, huh~?" she muttered to herself, then winked at him, her smile widening.
'Yeah, I'm definitely getting raped.' Jonathan finally accepted the reality, once again feeling like some kind of stereotypical female protagonist.
But, unlike how some of those protagonists react, he didn't freeze at the reality of the situation. After all, he was going to die anyway. So at the very least, he'd keep his virginity.
While remaining motionless — the woman's hand covering his mouth and the other rubbing his chest suggestively — Jonathan waited for the right moment.
And that moment soon came; without hesitation, he struck at her throat.
But the woman, with absurd reflexes, tilted her head back, grabbing his hand and stopping his attack with extreme ease.
"Looks like you've still got some fight in you, huh?" she said, still casual, pulling the hand from his mouth.
In a movement so fast he couldn't even see it, she slapped him across the face, his head snapping to the side as he felt disoriented along with the sharp pain on his cheek.
"I'll avoid hurting you too much before I get my prize, but I don't mind dishing out a little punishment if it makes you more obedient."
Still holding his hand, she leaned forward, pressing her knee into his stomach and pinning him down. Only then did she release his hand.
Still dazed from the slap, it took him a moment to recover, but he still glared at her with a furrowed brow.
She raised an eyebrow. "Well? Not going to resist anymore? Not even try to scream for help?"
He didn't answer, just stayed still as he stared at her.
"Seems you finally understand, don't you?" she tilted her head slightly, seeming pleased with his lack of reaction. "Good. That makes my job easier."
With a slight pull, she tore his shirt, pulling it from his torso and tossing it aside.
"That's right, be a good boy and I promise you'll be well rewarded~" she said, leaning closer again, her hand sliding across his chest, up his neck, touching his face until reaching his lips where she lightly rubbed with her thumb.
And Jonathan chose that exact moment to strike again.
He abruptly moved his hand and grabbed one of her breasts, making her raise an eyebrow slightly.
"Oh~? Looks like now you want to have some fu—!" she started with a smile, but before she could finish the phrase or the grin, Jonathan's fingers retracted, twisting her nipple violently.
"Hgn!" she let out a short moan of pain, pulling his hand away quickly.
But that was exactly the moment Jonathan wanted: in her brief distraction, his other hand shot toward her eyes.
She only reacted when his fingers were already almost touching them — too late.
"Argh!" This time, she let out a sharp cry of pain as his fingers jabbed her eyes, almost to the point of piercing them. Still, her abnormally tough body didn't make it easy, and unfortunately, she still reacted quickly.
She recovered a second later, pulling her head back and grabbing his hand, pinning both his arms with one hand, her other hand covering her eyes as she grimaced in pain.
"Dammit, you're full of tricks, aren't you, you little shit?" she said, her face twisted in pain, blinking several times after rubbing her irritated eyes, the whites already red. "You're persistent, huh, but that's only going to make my satisfaction greater when I finally eat you." she said, smiling.
And her smile had lost any hint of cheerfulness, turning malicious as it spread wider. She then raised her clenched fist.
And once again, Jonathan had no time to react before he felt the crushing force on his face, pain spreading through the front and back of his skull as his head was slammed against the ground.
"I've been holding back from hurting you too much, but I don't mind breaking a few bones if necessary." she said, grabbing his chin again.
Jonathan struggled, twisting as he tried to free himself from her grip, but no matter how much strength he used, it was useless.
However, an idea popped into his mind as he noticed how she was crouched, and immediately acting, he brought one of his legs forward, trying to push her away.
But she reacted quickly, grabbing his leg. "Damn it, if you keep resisting like this, I'm really going to get pissed."
But even with that warning, Jonathan persisted. Ignoring the pain and discomfort, he kept twisting his arms until he finally managed to free one of them.
And this time, instead of repeating the nipple attack, he moved his hand downward straight for her groin.
The woman raised an eyebrow, surprised at the unexpected intimate touch, though the previous attack had made her cautious, she wrongly believed there was no way he could do the same there.
So, with arousal building as she felt his touch, she allowed herself to be touched, a smile forming on her lips.
But that smile froze when a shiver ran up her spine as she saw him lean in and move his arm closer, his hand reaching further back.
Feeling that particularly warmer sensation, Jonathan didn't hesitate for a second and jabbed his fingers into her anus in an improvised version of the "Thousand Years of Death."
"Aarrggh!" This time, she let out a genuine scream of pain, her buttocks tightening instinctively as her body shot up in reaction, unconsciously pulling away from the attack.
"You… little shit!" she screamed, covering her ass with her hands, now truly furious, losing all patience.
Jonathan, who had already rolled away, stayed crouched, looking at her with a mocking grin.
Seeing that expression only angered her further as she prepared to move toward him, but she barely took a step forward when a static crackling sound made her turn her head.
But she had hardly turned when something struck her, a surge of electricity coursing through her body, crackling around her as violent spasms shook her, her eyes rolling back.
After a long moment, the shock stopped, light smoke rising faintly from her body as she remained still. Then she slowly fell forward, showing no reaction on the ground, her torso not moving with breath.
She was dead.
Once again caught completely off guard, Jonathan barely looked at her body for more than a second before raising his eyes.
Standing further down the street was another woman, dressed in a black tactical combat suit, sunglasses, and holding a futuristic-looking weapon pointed in his direction — or rather, in the direction of the now-dead muscular woman.
'What the hell is going on here?!' Jonathan screamed internally, once again not understanding a single fucking thing about what was happening.