Chapter 34: Three Holes Claimed, Power Inherited

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  Heat radiated from Takumi's forehead like a fully charged battery. At the same moment, a flood of information surged into his mind. In that instant, it was as if he had endured years of grueling winter and summer training—he had mastered karate combat techniques. Waves of demonic power radiated outward, strengthening his flesh. The bite mark on his chest stopped bleeding; the teeth indentations slowly faded. Though they didn't vanish completely, they no longer looked savage or unsightly.

  Takumi's arms and hands visibly bulked up. With a light squeeze, every joint in his fist cracked loudly. The knuckles formed a perfectly flat, even surface—unlike an ordinary person's protruding joints when making a fist.

  Overjoyed, Takumi threw a sudden punch. His fist whipped through the air with a sharp whoosh. The most famous record of such fist wind came from Bruce Lee—invited as a guest, he clenched his fist in front of a microphone, then punched. The “whoosh whoosh” sound blasted through the mic, leaving everyone stunned.

  “This is Maya's karate fighting skill, huh? Insanely strong. An average healthy adult man wouldn't stand a chance against her.!”

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  Takumi wanted to ask the demon engraving some questions, but unfortunately, in this 2D world, demon engraving was offline. Oh well.

  He pulled a sterilized wet wipe from his pocket, thoroughly cleaned his cock, got dressed, and opened another pack to clean Maya as well.

  Maya's golden-dark eyes stared blankly—she was still lost. The cold wipe against her skin slowly brought focus back to her eyes. When she felt the searing pain in her maiden garden and saw herself completely naked, memories flooded back. Her gaze went vacant again.

  Takumi unlocked the handcuffs with the key. Her hands, numb from being cuffed behind her back for so long, were finally free. Yet the girl remained sunk in extreme grief.

  Takumi called softly, “Maya.”

  “Don't call my name! You beast! You monster! I'll make sure you pay for this too!”

  The fury of losing her chastity set Maya's golden-dark pupils ablaze. Without caring that she was naked, she charged at Takumi. This wasn't some weak girl's flailing slap—she launched a ferocious strike. Her fist whipped up genuine wind in her rage-boosted power. The charging straight punch was truly savage.

  Takumi stood firm like a rooted tree. He met it with a palm strike, sealing her fist. At the same time, his other hand flashed like lightning toward Maya's throat—but he snapped back to control in an instant. Instead of striking, he grabbed her fragrant shoulder. With a precise grip, he locked her Shoulder Well Point. Half her body instantly went numb. Combined with the agony between her legs from her deflowering, her combat strength collapsed in a heartbeat. She crumpled to the floor.