*PAP* *PAP* *PAP* [Punching sounds, not sex]
Uehashi Takeo was currently nursing several bruises as well as a black eye while punching a standing dummy with his greatest nesis's face stapled onto it.
"Fuck!" Takeo growled as he rubbed his sore knuckles. "I just wanna beat that shit eating grin off his face!"
Takeo was a 17 year old high school boy with average height, but above average looks. He was of mixed descent; that being Japanese and European, with ssy brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and fair skin.
As is unfortunately experienced by many across the world, he was currently experiencing a crippling bully problem at his high school.
The owner of that "shit eating grin" was Sawada Yoshi; who despite being the sa age as Takeo, was built like a tank. By that, I an he was a literal sumo wrestler who seed to have made it his personal life goal to make Takeo as miserable as possible.
Takeo had no idea why however, as that 'fat bastard, Yoshi' never bothered to explain. he would just storm up, throw Takeo around, them stomp off.
"Fuck in the aaassss," Takeo growled as he released a flurry of punches.
"Hmm, interesting hobby you have there son, but I do prefer beautiful won. Amitabha." An old croaky voice appeared from behind Takeo, causing him to stop imdiately and turn around.
Takeo was currently residing in an old samurai era dojo that had been turned into a small apartnt complex. It had belonged to his land lady's family for generations, and he was lucky that she had decided to allow him to rent out a room.
As such, he would often practice his shitty self made martial arts in an open area behind the apartnts.
Sweat trickled down Takeo's back as he studied the old man. The old man looked to be roughly 90 years old, and had a severely hunched back, making him stand just under 5 feet tall. (1.5m) His bald head, brown robes and, cane added together to make the perfect esthetic of a monk.
"Can I help you, old tir?" Takeo asked without the tiniest bit of respect.
"Mh, amitabha, I was looking for you young man." The old monk replied as he neared.
Visibly intrigued, Takeo let go of the punching dummy and walked towards the man. "Sure, what can I do for you old man?"
"Amitabha, there was a disturbance... in the force... or sothing like that," the old man said scratching his head. "Look kid, I can tell you've got a lot of potential, and I'm willing to take you as my disciple. Amitabha."
"Oh? You know martial arts, gramp?" Takeo asked excitedly. Of course! An old master shows up one day, passes on a secret ancient technique, main character gets super strong, the end! Right?
"Mm, amitabha, have you ever heard of Ancient Arts?" The old man asked slowly.
"Yes!" Takeo said with excitent. "Do you perhaps have one?!"
"Sure, amitabha, here." The old man reached into the sleeve of his robe and pulled out a black book with gold lettering on it.
The title read: "Law of the lion." It even seed to radiate the might of a lion! Takeo's eyes shone as he reached out and grasped the book.
"Amitabha, do you accept as your master?" The old guy asked, as he took his hand back.
"Sure, sure!" Takeo agreed imdiately. He could feel there was power coming from the book itself! No way he was going to let this pass by!
"Good then, amitabha. Give a pipe to smoke." The old monk said as he sat down and lay the cane across his knees.
"I dont have a pipe," Takeo replied as he looked towards his 'master.'
"Then give a cigarette."
"I don't have one," Takeo replied.
"Useless disciple. Amitabha." The old monk sighed. "Sit down now useless disciple."
"Old man, you don't have to say amitabha every ti you finish a sentence," Takeo said as he sat down.
"Sure I do," The old monk replied. "I'm a buddhist monk. I even brought my prayer beads with . amitabha."
"Sure, whatever, just tell what this book does!" Why the fuck did this old guy keep talking? Takeo was ready to start training now!
"Mmm, yes, amitabha. I am a master known as Gihei the Lion. The 'Law of the Lion' you see before you is my personal life's work. *sigh* Unfortunately I am dying, and need to pass my greatest treasure onto soone who can use it to its utmost potential."
"That's tough, old guy. But how do I use is?" Takeo was struggling with the book as he noted each page seed extraordinarily heavy, and even after he flipped a page, he would find it blank.
Gihei's brows twitched as he saw Takeo brush off his death that easily. "Youngers these days truly have no sympathy for the old. *Sigh* amitabha."
"Young man," He said calmly. "This sacred ancient art is sothing that every man in the world dreams of laying his hands on, amitabha. By agreeing to learn this art, you will be gaining the eminimity of every other male on earth should they find out. Do you still wish to accept?"
"Who cares about that?!" Takeo said excitedly. "Once I get strong enough, I'll fight off anyone who cos at !"
"Very good, amitabha. Useless disciple, do proud." With that, the old man pointed his finger at Takeo's forehead. Instantly, a flash of bright light obscured his eyesight before he felt what seed like chains wrapping around his muscles.
"Useless disciple. Your master sets your first target as your current landlady. Once you read the book, you will know what to do. Farewell, amitabha."
In response, Takeo's body began to heat up and glow slightly. He was hit by an intense amount of pain, forcing him to fall prone on the floor and writhe in pain.
The pain started at his toes and slowly moved up. By far, the most uncomfortable part was when the heat reached his crotch.
The pain beca unbearable as he felt his cock and balls contract and shutter, before they seed to grow in mass.
The heat then made it up his spine and finally ended at the crown of his head.
Feeling his muscles contract and expand repeatedly, Takeo waited in excited anticipation as power welled in his body. It felt like the physical power of a lion was waking up inside him!
After about 5 minutes, he cald down and turned his sights on the book and eagerly grabbed it.
"My first target... is my landlady? And i'll know what to do once I read the book? Holy shit! Is she so master I have to beat?!" With a feral grin, Takeo ripped open the book and began to read it greedily.
"..."
"..."
"What the fuck?!" Takeo shouted out loud. "This book only has drawings of porn in it?!"
"What's this? 'Aura of the lion. All won desire a 'real man.' This aura will be applied to the user constantly and unconsciously, causing won to feel a feral attraction to the user..."
"Hmm? What's this?"
He then saw a small blurb on the bottom of the first page, as he leaned in to read the small print:
*Warning, the techniques found in this book works only on sexuallly frustrated middle aged won, aged 30 *
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