NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide-Chapter 237: Night at the Mansion -7

Yohan followed the back exit and caught up to them, just as they were about to get into the car.

"Uncle, what about the Executives?" Freddie asked, standing by the open front passenger door.

"I already sent Kai Lu a message," the Chairman replied, wiping his forehead with a small cloth. "He’ll evacuate everyone and meet us at one of the other houses."

Buck had just finished tossing Cassie into the back seat when he noticed Yohan.

He froze.

"How are you still standing?" Buck asked, taking a few slow steps forward. "I put all my strength into that last attack."

Freddie and his uncle could only stare.

For a moment, neither of them could process what they were seeing.

Yohan rolled his shoulders, stretching and twisting his body as though the earlier slam had never happened.

"I told you," Yohan said coldly. "You’re not taking Cassie anywhere."

Buck let out a heavy sigh, his expression hardening.

"Then I guess there’s no helping it. We can’t just leave you here for the police to find."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out another stick of the plain-looking biscuit, and chewed it whole.

"I’ll make this quick."

Yohan was thinking the same thing. He had no intention of hanging around until the police arrived—but that meant he’d have to bring this steaming beast down all by himself.

He smirked. ’Guess I’ll finally see the true extent of my abilities’

They moved almost simultaneously, charging straight at each other.

Yohan dodged the first attack and countered with a sharp punch to Buck’s gut—but it bounced off, his fist slipping against sweat-slick, rubbery skin.

Fists flew through the air, colliding again and again. Neither of them slowed, neither giving ground, yet neither dealing decisive damage.

Suddenly Buck tried to grab his arm.

Yohan yanked his fist free and leapt back several steps.

’He’s a wrestler’ Yohan remembered. ’I can’t let him get a solid hold of any part of my body’

He could easily dodge his blows, but if he gets caught it would be a different story.

Now he was beginning to understand.

The enhancement biscuit was the reason Buck’s body had turned red. By releasing intense heat, it generated more energy.

His temperature skyrocketed, forcing his body to sweat constantly—coating his skin in a slick, rubber-like layer that absorbed impact.

’But that doesn’t make him invincible’

Every strike Yohan landed, still connected. The damage was just reduced.

Beneath the rubbery surface, Buck’s muscles had tightened and compressed under the heat, acting like dense padding—redirecting force, making blows rebound instead of sink in.

’So the key isn’t power,’ Yohan thought. ’It’s precision’

If he focused on one specific spot—hit it again and again—eventually the pain would overwhelm the muscle’s ability to redirect the force.

’But if I get too obvious, he’ll catch on and start dodging’

That was Yohan’s biggest advantage right now. Buck wasn’t even trying to avoid his attacks. He trusted his defense too much.

"Before we continue," Buck said, unable to restrain his curiosity any longer, "I’d like to know what kind of enhancement item you’re using."

"Most Users get better the more they use their items. Their bodies reform over time—like me. When I first used Red Burn, the heat was unbearable. Now it barely bothers me."

"Back then, I could only hold on for a few seconds. I couldn’t even control it properly. Now I can regulate the output." He grinned. "Still, you can tell this power isn’t really mine."

"It’s borrowed. And borrowed power always comes with a price. Might even kill me in the end."

"That fear sits in the back of every User’s mind."

Buck’s eyes narrowed as he studied Yohan.

"But with you... it’s different. Your power feels like it belongs to you. Like it’s part of your body."

LHe chuckled softly.

"How long do you have to use an item before it becomes like that?"

He was genuinely amused by Yohan’s fighting.

"I don’t know what you are talking about," Yohan said.

"No need to pretend now, you already mentioned the Baker," Buck said. "Though now I’m more curious about your sponsor. They must be some kind of big shot. An enhancement item like yours wouldn’t come cheap."

"Sponsor?" Yohan scoffed. "I don’t need someone pulling me around—unlike you. How can you even call yourself a man when you let those two walk all over you like you’re less than an animal?"

Buck looked away and sighed.

It seemed Yohan’s words had stirred something deeper—something he didn’t want to face.

"You wouldn’t understand," Buck said quietly, almost sadly.

"You’d be surprised," Yohan chuckled at the irony.

He understood it all too well. And he had no intention of ever ending up in that position again.

"The Chairman isn’t as bad as you think," Buck said. "He’s very generous to his workers."

"Okay, man... enjoy," Yohan replied, the sarcasm unmistakable.

"No, I’m serious," Buck insisted. "If you want, I can convince him to leave you—and even the girl—alone."

Yohan raised an eyebrow.

"And what would you want in return?"

"Nothing much," Buck said casually. "Just a piece of your enhancement item. I’m sure the Chairman would be satisfied with something like that."

"Or you could simply give us the name," he added. "We’ll buy it from the Baker ourselves."

Yohan studied him. "And how do you know your boss would agree to something like that?"

"Because he understands the real value of these items—that’s why he sponsors me," Buck replied. "I’m sure he’s seeing the value of whatever you’re using."

"Speed, strength, recovery—you have everything, with barely any downside. That’s a perfect enhancement item. Any User who fights would kill for something like that."

"And the effects last," Buck continued, his interest growing. "Come on, just tell us what you got from the Baker. It’d take a fortune to figure it out ourselves, and the number of items you can even buy from the Baker is limited, so—"

"So I should just tell you what enhancement item I’m using?" Yohan cut in, disappointment seeping into his voice.

"Yes," Buck nodded without hesitation.

"To be honest," Yohan sighed, almost regretfully, "I really wish I could."

Then his expression hardened.

"But maybe we should focus on fighting instead of talking."