Genesis Volume 3 - Sex Stories

Genesis Volume 3

... self-defense?” “Mostly,” he said. “Whoa wait what about that incident three years ago when you annihilated thirty of the Krunk gang,” Javier mustering enough courage and cut in. John smiled bitterly, “Revenge.” Now both cocked their heads, “Why?” Javier said. “They hurt my family.” “Did you always fight alone?” he nodded. “Why?” He pointed at a picture of his family, briefly explaining his circumstances in high school. Javier left first his next class was starting in fifteen minutes. During class he pondered on what John had told about his life. To him John was an entity no one never understood. But, having actually sat down listened he saw him for what he was. A human someone who’d struggle through life. His fear of him started to wane since John wasn’t an unknown anymore. Leaving class he went to his dorm, on a Friday evening the University was empty. Content at his new comprehension of things his vision went dark and he passed out. Chapter 4: Guardian Angel Chase LeCrétin, was the man on campus. He was the hosting the best parties, had the girls, rich parents, president of his fraternity. Therefore, when about a week ago he decided to teach some wannabe samurai on the school lawn a lesson, by throwing a baseball at him, he was shocked to find it returned with interest. Of course the video went viral, everyone who knew him the first they did when seeing him was point at their phone with the video rolling. He’d become the laughing stock of his group. He wanted revenge, so he ...

... went to his dealer in Melon city to hire a few muscle.s He did this multiple times that’s how he got things going his way. He wanted to kidnap one this “samurai’s” friends. Scouting him he saw he was hanging out with a girl. Kidnapping a female left a bad taste in Chase’s mouth. Thus, when he noticed the scrawny Hispanic he called his crew. Surveying till said Hispanic was alone he struck. John got a phone call, “Hey Javier.” “Looks like your buddy’s in a pickle now pall,” the voice said. “Who are you?” “Just the person you’ll need to meet in the next two hours if you want to see your friend again.” -------------------------------------------------------- John cursed, punching his pillow. His brain raced, who didn’t he beat up enough so they’d stay down. He phoned Kerrie asking her telling her the situation. “I’ll come pick you in thirty. Are you sure you don’t want to call the cops,” she said. He replied negatively saying he’d take care of it. Opening his closet he picked out his battle gear, changing to black shorts with matching tank top. In his feet, he placed his pink feet guards, putting on white gloves with pink padding. He took out his bokutō, then recalled he only brought one if he broke it his mom would scold him. Putting it back he did a short prayer in front of the family heirloom and exited. Kerrie was there on time, she drove him there. “It’s kind of cute you pink gloves and guards.” “They used to be white,” he replied killing any conversation, which might have ...