NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide-Chapter 236: Night at the Mansion -6

A massive fist tore through the air at insane speed. Yohan managed to shift backward just in time, missing it by only a few inches.

But that wasn’t the end.

An endless barrage of punches followed, each one just as lethal as the last. It took almost everything he had just to avoid getting hit.

Blocking wasn’t an option—the sheer power behind each strike would crush him. That was his biggest weakness right now: his body simply couldn’t withstand very powerful hits.

’Compared to my strength and speed, my durability is far behind’, Yohan thought grimly. ’But it doesn’t matter. As long as I don’t get hit, I’ll eventually find an opening...’

Another punch grazed past him. This time, he even managed to force some distance between them.

Buck stood there breathing heavily, his skin even redder than before, steam steadily rising from his sweat. At a glance, he looked exhausted—but Yohan knew better. Those densely packed muscles still held explosive power.

Yohan had landed a few hits earlier, but Buck’s body felt solid and burning hot—like metal freshly smelted and wrapped in soft, sweat-slicked skin. Every punch had simply bounced off.

"How can a simple biscuit do something like this?" Yohan wondered. The more he thought about it, the more eager he became to meet the Baker.

Buck had been large before, but now he looked even bigger.

"Just what was inside that thing?"

For now, Yohan couldn’t think of a single way to approach the situation.

On the other side of the room, Yohan was the anomaly.

The Chairman watched in disbelief as Yohan continued to dodge every one of Buck’s strikes.

"U–Uncle... are you seeing this?" Freddie muttered, his eyes glued to the fight.

It took the Chairman a few seconds to even register the words.

"Who... who is that person?" he whispered.

"How is he doing that?" Freddie was too stunned to blink.

They were witnessing the impossible—something too unreal to even be processed.

"The Red Burn biscuit is one of the most expensive items in the Baker’s shop because of how effective it is... This fight should have been over already," the Chairman mumbled.

He turned to Freddie, worry creeping into his expression.

"You don’t think he actually has some connection to the Baker, do you?"

"That’s impossible," Freddie snapped, grinding his teeth. "Yohan is a nobody. There’s no way he could even know about the Baker."

He wasn’t ready—no, he refused—to consider that possibility.

"What is that big-headed idiot doing?!" Freddie screamed. "Fucking get him!"

Buck threw another punch, but Yohan weaved to the side and countered instantly, driving his fist straight into Buck’s face.

It was a clean hit.

Buck staggered, dropping to one knee.

Yohan moved to follow up—but suddenly, more steam began pouring off his body. He leaped backward on instinct.

’What is this?’ he wondered, eyes narrowing.

That brief hesitation was enough.

Buck rose to his feet, his posture steady, his composure fully restored.

"I’ve never had to use this much energy before," Buck said calmly.

"The downside of the Red Burn biscuit is that the more energy I release, the hotter my body gets."

Steam now poured from both sides of his mouth.

"I’ve fought other users before, but I’ve never had to reach this level. If I push it any further..." he exhaled slowly, "...I might actually catch fire."

His stance shifted.

One leg bent forward, the other grounded firmly behind. One hand rose, palm wide open—relaxed, deliberate, and far more dangerous than before.

Yohan knew something big was coming and prepared himself, but Bucks speed broke all his expectations.

In an instance he appeared right in front of Yohan, this time he came at him like he was throwing a punch. only for Buck to switch at the very last moment, arms spreading wide as he dove low toward Yohan’s body.

Yohan shifted to dodge the punch, barely registering the feint and with Buck’s massive size, there was nowhere to go.

When Yohan realized just how firm his grip was, he realized he just made the biggest mistake of his life.

Buck lifted him into the air and slammed him straight into the floor. The air exploded out of Yohan’s lungs as his back hit with a bone-rattling thud.

The world went dark for a moment and his body was screaming in agony.

"Finally," Freddie celebrated cheerfully.

The Chairman also exhaled a sigh of relief seeing that Yohan was finally down, then a phone call came in right at that moment.

He answered, his expression twisting after listening for just a few seconds.

"Shit, the cops are coming this way!" He snapped as he hung up, "We have to get out of here now,"

"What about the kid?" Buck asked.

"Forget the kid, get the girl to the car," As he was speaking he was already sprinting to the exit, "I never going back to any prison,"

Freddie gave Yohan one last glance before following behind his uncle.

"Alright," Buck grunted, stepping over Yohan and flinging Cassie on his shoulder.

His eyes flickered open only seconds after they left.

It took a moment for the haze to clear before his gaze drifted to the bed.

"They took Cassie..." he murmured.

His teeth clenched as he forced himself upright. Every movement sent waves of pain tearing through his body.

’Something’s definitely broken’ he thought.

But injuries like this weren’t too much of a problem to Yohan anymore. One gulp of his self made mystical healing elixir and he could feel his body returning back to pristine condition.

"They couldn’t have gone far, I can still stop them," Yohan reasoned, already moving.

But as he did he quickly realized that he would be facing the same problem as before, the big guy—Buck.

His fighting style was far too unusual for Yohan, his blows were fast and carried enough power,

’and his weird body makes it difficult for me to land any effective hits...’ he thought regrettably.

But still he was certain that this battle wasn’t unbeatable, he would definitely take down that big guy today.