The room was quiet except for the heavy, synchronized breathing of two bodies that had pushed each other to the limit. Wanda, still trembling lightly from the aftershocks of the doggy-style session, suddenly felt the need for closeness rather than distance. She reached back, her hand finding Vino’s arm, and guided him to lie down beside her.They settled into a spooning position, Wanda’s back pressed tightly against Vino’s chest. The contrast was striking: the athletic, muscular curves of her body fitted perfectly into the contours of Vino’s.Vino’s arm circled her waist, his hand resting possessively on her hip. The air in the room felt cooler now, making the heat radiating between their bodies even more intense.Vino was in no hurry. He waited until their heartbeats began to fall into rhythm before entering her again, a slow and measured friction that made Wanda release a long, trembling breath. “Yes… just like that, Vino,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hum of the

"Something is not right," Rahmat muttered while returning to his chair. His fingers tapped the table surface with a rhythm that showed his mind was working hard. "One person defeated more than a dozen armed men. And all visual evidence of the incident disappeared like it never happened. This is not an ordinary matter."He waved his hand toward his men. "Get out. I want to think."The eight people stood up and left the room with hurried steps, relieved to leave the room before their boss's anger exploded even bigger. Rahmat Kartolo sat alone in the spacious meeting room, his fingers still tapping the table, his eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of him while his brain tried to piece together a puzzle whose pieces made no sense.***Meanwhile, Vino had arrived at his aunt's apartment. He parked his bicycle in the underground parking area and took the elevator to the ninth floor. The corridor that was usually quiet at hours like this felt quieter than usual since the Pak Tono inci

The man moved with speed that was impressive for his body size. His step came forward and his fist shot out in a straight right aimed directly at Vino's face. A punch containing over a hundred kilos of body weight, accelerated by technique honed for years in the ring, and aimed at a target that was not moving.Vino did not dodge.He raised his right hand and launched it forward, not in a punch but in a welcoming motion. His open right palm met Gerry's right fist shooting forward in a powerful straight right.Two forces met at the point of impact.On one side, the strength of a professional MMA fighter who had trained for years, whose muscles were built in the gym and whose skills were sharpened in the ring.On the other side, the strength of a Body Refining Realm Level One cultivator, strength that surpassed normal human biological limits, strength that came from internal energy flowing through pathways unknown to modern medical science.The sound that followed made the entire room fr

That afternoon the campus cafeteria was not too crowded because several classes were still in session. Vino sat at their usual table with a plate of rice that was only half eaten. Bimo across from him had already finished his second portion and was considering ordering a third. Bram was not there.That itself was strange enough because Bram was usually always wherever Vino and Bimo were, sitting with his phone in hand and eyes that never left the screen. But this time Bram's chair was empty and his phone, which was usually attached to his hand like an extra body organ, was lying on the table with a dark screen.Vino turned around the cafeteria and found Bram in the far corner of the room. He was sitting on a bench facing someone. A girl.Violetta.Vino knew her because they were in the same class. Violetta Anggraeni, a long haired girl who usually sat in the third row from the front during lectures, always brought a purple notebook, and had a habit of biting the tip of her pencil when

To anyone watching from the outside, what happened was just a young man holding the hand of a sick woman. There was no blinding light, no dramatic effects, no visible flashes of energy. Just two hands holding each other in the quiet of a small room.But Violetta, sitting at the side of the bed, began to notice the change. First in her mother's hand held by Vino. The grayish color of that hand's skin slowly changed, like watching a wilted flower bloom again in fast motion.The color of life crept back from the fingertips to the wrist, from the wrist to the arm. The veins that had been protruding under thin skin now began to look more normal as the surrounding tissue strengthened.Then the change spread to the face. The protruding cheekbones were slowly covered by flesh and skin that was healthy again. The lips that had been dry and pale began to show a faint pink color. The dark circles under her eyes faded like stains being cleaned.Violetta covered her mouth with both hands. Her tear