NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide-Chapter 259: Hair Trigger
He coughed, struggling to keep his eyes open as he stumbled into one of the bathrooms.
"What the hell?" he groaned, shoving his head under the running tap. But instead of helping, it only seemed to get worse.
The burning sensation began turning into real pain, making it difficult for him to breathe.
It was slowly incapacitating him. Not knowing what else to do, Yohan quickly pulled out his vial of healing elixir and poured the entire thing into his mouth. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Only then did he begin to regain himself. He slumped to the floor, his clothes soaked and his face dripping with water and sweat.
"What kind of perfume was that?" he muttered hoarsely.
It was definitely not normal, he was probably even targeted.
’But by who?’ he wondered, was it Freddie and his uncle.
"if it’s actually those two idiots, I’ll fucking kill them" he cursed.
But it didn’t make sense for it to be them, that woman didn’t seem like one of their people.
’Does that mean I’ve been found out by Hatoru?’ he wondered.
Just then the bathroom door opened and three people stepped in. One of them was the woman he was just thinking about, while the other two were bulky men, muscle men that were slightly taller, with scary faces.
Yohan jumped up to his feet in an instance, cautiously scanning these people.
"I thought you said he got hit with the knockout spray?" One of them asked with a deep voice. He had a tattoo around his right eye and a bald head.
"Yeah," the lady said. "Seems like you would have to knock him out yourself... Do it quickly so we can get out of here before anyone notices,"
She was speaking so casually, like it wasn’t anything abducting someone in broad daylight.
"Who sent you people?" Yohan asked.
"You want to find out?" The bald guy asked, "Then just come with us,"
"No?" he added with a chuckle, "I thought as much,"
He was cracking his fist as he approached, ready to knock Yohan out. He wasn’t even being cautious, since he was confident.
Yohan was half his size, and that was why the power behind the kick made no sense.
His leg smashed into the man’s chin, with a force that threatened to break his face. He crashed into the sink and passed out in an instance, blood spilling from his mouth.
It happened so fast that the other two people present took a few seconds to process.
"I don’t have time to play around, tell me who sent you so I’ll know just who I have to fuck up," he said coldly, tightening his fist.
"H-He’s strong," the other guy said. He had thick beards that covered his entire mouth.
He furrowed his brows and reached for his pocket. His movements were noticed by Yohan.
He rushed at him in an instance, grabbing his hand before he could even take it out.
"Let me guess, you want to eat something?" Yohan asked, forcing his hand out of his pocket and taking what the man was reaching for.
And of course it was some coloured cookie.
"I knew it," he said with a grin. "It’s the first thing you all do in a fight, no wonder you are so big,"
He twisted his hand forcing him to his knees, "Are you ready to tell me who sent you?"
The man groaned, but he didn’t say anything.
"Okay," Yohan said, then grabbed the guy’s thumbs and snapped it.
"Ahhhh-" the man cried out in pain, he tried to force Yohan’s hand off but his grip was unshakable. It was so tight that the man felt his bone could snap at any moment.
"Answer me," Yohan demanded, "who sent you?"
The guy clenched his jaw and stared at him, his gaze burning with defiance.
"Have it your way,"
Yohan punched him on the face, his hand sinking into his nose, crushing anything solid in its path. You could almost see his bone turn to mush.
The man’s eyes turned white and he passed out instantly.
He turned to the girl. "I guess you’ll be the one answering my questions."
She flinched and took a cautious step back. Then, as if trying to calm herself, she quickly unwrapped the stick sweet and popped it into her mouth.
Yohan let out a sigh. "Is that what I think it is?"
"You bastard, just who are you?" She asked.
"Aren’t you the one coming after me, how would you not know who I am?" He asked, taking a step forward, his hand running through his hair.
"Look, I’d rather not hurt you. Just tell me who sent you all so I can go my way," he added.
"You think it’s going to be that easy?" She asked, a confident grin appearing on her face.
Suddenly hair loosened and was moving on its own.
"Wow, I didn’t know something like this was possible," he said with his tone flat.
After everything he had experienced, things like these were merely just new, there wasn’t much of a surprise anymore.
Her braids shot forward like striking serpents.
Yohan ducked under the first two, but the third caught him across the cheek, the impact sharp enough to draw blood. He stumbled back a step, genuinely surprised.
"Okay," he muttered, touching his face. "That actually hurt."
The strands didn’t stop. They moved with terrifying precision, each braid acting independently, some feinting while others lunged for his throat and wrists.
Each one was super fast, like a sharp thin knife flying through the air. He followed their movements, grabbed one of the braids mid-strike and pulled.
She gasped, her whole body lurching forward. So they were still connected to her scalp. Good to know.
Although it was long, it was still limited.
He yanked again, harder, using her own momentum to drag her toward him. Two more braids immediately coiled around his forearm in response, squeezing with a force that had no business coming from hair. He felt the circulation cutting off, threatening to crush his entire arm.
