The Flying Manhood
Lina’s jade colored eyes bulged in stunned disbelief as her face contorted with confusion." C-catch...
His manhood?"
She looked at Julian as if the man had gone absolutely insane.
"Absolutely not!"
There was no possible world in which she was going to pick up that thing with her bare hands. Before she could even think about it, Lina’s body instinctually retaliated. She twisted her supple torso with fluid grace and kicked outward in a near-perfect bicycle kick to the chest.
Thud!
The thing from Steffan’s crotch was violently kicked out of its current position with such force that it flew like a football all the way down the hall towards the mansion’s massive entrance door. Time seemed to slow to an unbearable creep in that moment. Steffan could see his severed cock hurtle towards its vanishing.
Blood pooled around him from his grievous wounds but his eye sockets felt as though they were ready to burst as they locked onto the horrifying spectacle before them. He gasps each breath painfully and greedily in. Most things can never compete with the object they so cherished as the essence of their masculinity.
And here?
His last bit of dignity was being juggled like a football. Rage and humiliation cascaded through his body and nearly tore his mind to shreds. Veins throbbed furiously across his face as his body convulsed and his chest heaved violently, a primal growl rumbling in the depths of his throat. Were his body not already incapacitated by the lingering effects of the Chaos Mirage Mist, Steffan, without thinking for a second-even at the cost of his own life-would have lunged at Julian D’Aurelius already!
As his cut cock raced towards the doorway, dread seized him.
"No... " it whimpered out from Steffan’s throat. With blood-soaked trembling hands he began to claw the stone floor in a desperate crawl. Inch by bloody inch his body hurtled forward against all the pain in the world.
Just one thought coursed through him. Get it back... And then- VROOOOOM!
From one moment to the next, a furious engine rev tore through the stillness.
An ear splitting roar pounded into every chamber of the mansion! Unconcerned, a motorbike shot through the doors at full speed and straight into the hall! Steffan’s mouth fell open in an expression of utter dread!
Steffan’s eyes widened in absolute horror.
His severed manhood was directly in its path.
"No—!"
Bang!
The front wheel slammed into it with merciless force.
It shot across the hall like a cannonball before smashing against a massive stone wall with a sickening thwack.
For one surreal moment...
It remained stuck there.
Perfectly embedded.
It didn’t even fall.
Silence filled the hall.
Everyone instinctively turned to stare at the unbelievable sight.
Steffan did too.
The last thread holding his sanity together finally snapped.
His face turned deathly pale.
His vision blurred.
A metallic taste flooded his throat.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood burst from his lips as his body went limp, his eyes empty with complete and utter despair.
His pride.
His dignity.
His very manhood.
Everything he had built his identity around had been destroyed before countless watching eyes.
His entire body shook uncontrollably.
"Steffan!!!"
The rider who burst through the mansion gates on the motorcycle was none other than White Ghost.
Today’s assignment had been simple.
He was supposed to remain outside and intercept Julian if he tried to escape.
He had waited.
Minute after minute.
No signal.
No communication.
No movement.
A growing sense of unease settled in his chest until he finally lifted his binoculars.
The instant he looked through them, his pupils contracted.
His commander...
The man he believed almost invincible...
Was lying helplessly on the ground beneath Julian D’Aurelius.
Without thinking twice, White Ghost slammed the throttle open.
The motorcycle roared like a beast as it smashed through the mansion entrance, racing straight toward the battlefield.
"My... my manhood..."
Steffan’s broken voice trembled.
Another mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.
His face had become deathly pale.
Julian’s relentless assault had already pushed his battered body beyond its limits.
His abdomen had been pierced again and again.
Deep wounds covered both of his thighs.
And now...
Even his manhood was gone.
Warm blood continued to seep from his countless injuries.
With every passing heartbeat, more strength abandoned his body.
Only moments ago, reaching the Gold Realm Peak had filled him with overwhelming confidence.
He truly believed fate had finally smiled upon him.
He thought this breakthrough would allow him to crush Julian D’Aurelius once and for all.
Instead...
Reality had answered with merciless cruelty.
He had been cornered.
Broken.
Reduced to a pitiful state where even standing had become impossible.
"No..."
Steffan’s lips quivered.
"No... this can’t be happening..."
His bloodshot eyes stared blankly at the ground as if refusing to accept reality.
"My future..."
"My family name..."
"My descendants..."
"What... what do I have left now...?"
Every word carried more despair than the last.
The surrounding guards stood frozen.
Not a single one dared to speak.
Some instinctively looked away.
Others swallowed hard, their expressions stiff with disbelief.
Even battle-hardened men felt a chill crawl down their spines.
The silence was suffocating.
No one mocked him.
No one celebrated.
The sight before them was simply too tragic.
One of the empire’s strongest experts had fallen from unimaginable confidence to absolute ruin in a matter of minutes.
White Ghost’s face twisted with fury.
His hands clenched so tightly around the handlebars that his knuckles turned white.
His breathing became ragged.
His eyes locked onto Steffan’s broken figure before slowly shifting toward Julian.
"You..."
His voice was low, almost shaking with rage.
"...what have you done?"
Julian didn’t answer.
He simply stood there calmly, his sword hanging loosely at his side, his expression as indifferent as ever.
That silence only made White Ghost’s anger burn hotter.
His gaze returned to Steffan, whose consciousness was fading with every passing second.
If they delayed any longer...
There would be no saving him.
White Ghost took a sharp breath before speaking urgently.
"Steffan, the car is ready."