World After Worlds
Chapter 373: § BRAWL §

Chapter 373: § BRAWL §

Chapter 120

"Yes, I know. We haven’t seen each other for a week and my body was the first thing you wanted upon seeing me." Yanarym said brusquely.

Lyndon had a complete loss of words, she had abjectly misunderstood him. How could she say that? He did not, even once ever, crave for another woman. All of his intimate physical activities were meant to her. Even when he was with Tiana, he hardly insisted on a kiss between them. Yanarym was the only woman he’d been fervently cozy with when it came to intimacy.

It was not his fault that he felt hungry whenever he saw her! She pampered him so much that romancing her was hard not to do when they’re together. He felt empty if he was not touching her skin, or kissing her lips! She made him addicted! It was her fault and she was criticizing his way of expressing his affection?!

He squinted his eyes in vexation because she wasn’t deviating her glare either. And he hated it although it was cute. Eventually, it was Lyndon who surrendered.

"Alright, please tell me what you want, I’ll make it up to you. Don’t be such a cranky girlfriend, Yam." He enticed her to loosen up, caressing her cheeks softly. "Since you are like this I have to tell you the good news now, you’re killing the fun." He sighed for the last time and made a casual distance between them before reaching for her hand. "I’ll introduce you to my parents tomorrow." He said to her and kissed the back of her palm. "Aren’t you happy?" Her knitted brows started to untangle as her lips parted in awe.

"What?" Astonished, she was surprised, Lyndon laughed at her, since when did she start to become so adorable? She wasn’t this charming the last time he saw her.

"We’ll have dinner tomorrow, Mother will cook for us." He said ardently and slowly so that she could process it.

It took her seconds before reacting and it was like how Lyndon imagined it. Her jaw dropped and she covered it with her hand as her eyes were opened wide. She blinked a few times and gaped at him.

"Lyndon." Her eyes became teary and that tears caused delightness to him. "Are you for real? You’re introducing me to them?" He bobbed his head and cornered her again on the wall.

"Yes, I do. I’m serious about you, I’m not all about your body, but you made me addicted. I’m craving for you..." he whispered to her and rained kisses on her face. He raised one of her legs hoping that she would allow him this time.

"Hmm... " she moaned and pushed his chest but didn’t do any further defiance, she let him kiss her cheeks and licked her neck. As they were getting into the mood, the door creaked open but Lyndon was too preoccupied canoodling her to notice the entrance of someone else. "L-Lyndon s-stopped--’’ she whimpered as he sucked her skin. "Ah!"

"You fucking asshole!" Before Lyndon could even get her naked, an unexpected fist knocked him on the floor. He hastily looked to his assaulter and saw Kraig tugging Yanarym to his side.

"Kraig! Let go of her!" Lyndon thundered and didn’t mind the blood on his lips, as he concentrated his mana on his fist to punch back Kraig.

Thud!

Kraig slammed on the floor after receiving Lyndon’s counter. The rustic flavor of his blood enveloped his mouth, it was a solid punch straight to his jaw. He clenched his fist, and spit the blood from his mouth.

What he saw upon entering the office, was something he could never forget. Yanarym was imprisoned in Lyndon’s arms, she was revolting but Lyndon was deafened, he was defiling her. Mindlessly roaming his hands to her body and face buried on her neck. It was an unsettling, blood-boiling, mind-raging scene. His vision went black and the next thing was he found himself on the floor.

Lyndon grabbed Yanarym’s wrist and pulled her in his direction, abruptly hiding her behind him. "Are you alright?" He examined her face and saw no bruises on her.

"You should not turn your back to your enemy, bastard!" He was about to heal himself when another blow of a punch landed on his face. This time it didn’t cause him to crumble to the floor yet it made him let go of Yanarym and had a few steps away from her.

"KRAIG! No! STOP!" Yanarym shouted, "I can explain!"

Lyndon’s eyes blazed ominously, he glared and it was directed at Kraig who was not withdrawing either. He had the same intensity of anger gleaming to the depth of his eyes. Lyndon clamped his fist and rushed to throw Kraig another blow.

Swish!

Kraig saw it and dodge him efficiently. However, he didn’t see an incoming kick from below that hit his gut, it made him kneel on the floor.

"LYNDON! DON’T! STOP IT! YOU TWO! Please!" Lyndon gritted his teeth, he wanted to get back at Kraig but chose to listen to Yanarym. He hastily walked to her and snatched her hand to pull her out of the office but the door was slammed shut as his body was thrown on the wall.

Bang! Crash!

Books and stuff fell from the shelf, it got wrecked, Lyndon grunted when his body fell to the ground, this dirty bastard wielded his powers!

"You think you can get away with my girlfriend? Fuck off!" Kraig shouted furiously.

"Kraig!"

"I will deal with you later, Yanarym!" Kraig roared at her. "Shut up and go over there." He roughly swayed his hand and it made her float to the air. Kraig placed her in the safe corner and activated some barriers to protect her. While he was at it, he made sure that she wouldn’t be able to intercept the feud between and Lyndon or even say a word to stop it.

Lyndon had enough time to aid his injuries but it was not fully mended. He rose from the ground and snickered. "She is mine, to begin with, you had your chance but you chose Tiana. All this time that she was with you, that was nothing but fake fucking play. She did all that for me. So, don’t be cocky or delusional!"

The surge of power and white flame was visible on Lyndon’s hands. Gravity was lightened and some things flew from the ground as Kraig activated his ability as well. Their eyes flickered like it was glowing menacingly and their hair was blown by the wind.

"For you?! Hah! Don’t make me laugh! The one she loves is me!" Kraig growled and dashed to Lyndon’s location.

Clatter! Boom!

Lyndon shifted his balance and countered Kraig’s attack but Kraig was fast enough to see his move and caught his fist.

They had quick but fiery eye contact. They snarled at each other and the atmosphere turned a lot heavier.

"I’ve been patient with you, Kraig, but not anymore, Yanarym is mine."

The glass from the shelves shattered. A loud thud was heard when Kraig slammed on the floor, it didn’t cause him injury and he got up immediately. He used his ability to fly objects towards Lyndon, and then sprinted to his flank and kicked him on his left torso. Lyndon crashed on the shelf of a collection of exotic ingredients Professor Lena conserved.

"YOU DON’T OWN HER YOU BASTARD! First, you killed my mother and now you’re stealing my woman?! FUCK OFF--!" Kraig was pushed back by the white flame shoving his shoulder, the next thing that happened he felt his body paralyzed.

"She is mine, not your woman! I did not steal anything from you and I did not kill your mother! SHE DIED--! Argh!" Lyndon was cut off too when Kraig used his ability to restrain him on the ground, both of them were immobilized.

Yet, it didn’t take long for them to quell each other’s power and break free from the restraints. They had a tacit understanding of not using their magics instead they proceed on beating one another by physical duel.

Yanarym who was silent the whole time regained her consciousness. She collapsed soon after Kraig apprehended her. She was not sure what the reason was, maybe because of the overwhelming vigor, and her human body, which didn’t have any mana, couldn’t handle it and fainted. She looked at the two who seemed to be punching and kicking each other to the death and hissed.

Walls were cracked, shelves were wrecked, the desk was cut in half, papers and shattered glass were scattered all over the area---to the ground and in the air---visible red and white jaded mist was clashing.

She had the initial thought that they would brawl. She was expecting them to dispute because of their unresolved past. She knew that they would burst out if she added a little mix of spices. But it was the ’fistfight’ that she was anticipating!