Chapter 9 What a Douchebag Deserves
The man fought to regain his footing as onlookers watched in shock. Among them were kind-hearted gentlemen who were ready to assist the damsel in distress. However, to their surprise, it was a seemingly frail-looking woman who took decisive action. Despite her appearance, she effortlessly threw the man, who towered over her by a head and a half that also outweighed her significantly.
The bystanders' eyes and mouths hung wide open in astonishment, and for a fleeting moment, the entire area fell into silence, stunned by the unexpected turn of events. It was only when the man released a loud, frustrated grunt that they were jolted back to reality.
Hera, standing before the disheveled, crying girl, acts on instinct, swiftly pushing her behind herself to shield her from any further harm.
As he regained his footing, he unleashed a tirade of insults at Hera before swiftly advancing to deliver a punch aimed at her face. "You fucking bitch!"
In a panic, the girl standing behind Hera could only cry out, desperately hoping Hera would evade the attack. "Ah!"
The man who had been attentively watching Hera from the nearby couch sprang into action, swiftly moving toward her to offer assistance. Despite his efforts, it would still take him a few seconds to reach her, and by then, the punch would likely have already landed. Nevertheless, he pressed on, hoping fervently that Hera would somehow manage to evade or defend herself in time.
Contrary to her appearance, Hera was far from frail. She had no intention of passively awaiting the incoming punch. Recognizing the vast difference in strength between herself and the full-grown man, she instead took advantage of her small stature and agility.
With swift precision, she delivered a powerful kick straight to his crotch with all her might.
The man's breath caught in his throat, drenched in a cold sweat as an overwhelming surge of pain engulfed his lower half. His voice failed him as he struggled to make a sound amidst the intense agony. Collapsing to his knees, he clutched his crotch tightly before writhing on the ground briefly, until finally succumbing to unconsciousness from the sheer torment.