Mamma Mia

Chapter 8 - Saving Mia

[Ding!]

Quest Completed.

Mike frowned.

"So it's finally over..."

A translucent blue screen flickered into existence before him.

Rewards:

Seducer's Eyes (Lv. 1)

Allows the host to instinctively identify a person's weak points—whether in combat or sex.

Mike raised an eyebrow.

"That... interesting."

Another notification appeared before he could think about it.

+50,000 Karma Points

His eyes widened.

"Fifty thousand?"

Before the surprise could settle, another chime echoed.

[Ding!]

Hidden Quest Completed: First Creampie

Rewards:

Silver Tongue → Lv. 2

Jab → Lv. 2

Mike's eyes widened.

"Wait... there were hidden quests?"

The system wasn't finished.

[Ding!]

Physique Evolution Unlocked

A sharp jolt shot through Mike's body.

His back arched on its own.

He sucked in a breath as every muscle locked up. His fingers curled into the bedsheet, knuckles turning white.

Crack.

His shoulders shifted.

Pop.

His neck.

Another crack echoed through his back.

Mike clenched his jaw and rode it out.

Just as suddenly as it began, the pain vanished.

He blinked.

The heaviness in his body was gone.

He opened and closed his fist.

It felt... lighter.

Stronger.

He rolled his shoulders, then stood up without thinking.

Every movement came naturally, as if his body already knew what to do.

Another screen appeared.

Your body has been optimized for boxing.

- Explosive core strength increased.

- Muscular balance refined.

- Punch resistance greatly improved.

- Stamina and recovery enhanced.

- Coordination and footwork efficiency increased.

Current Physical Standard:

National-Level Amateur Boxer

Mike stared at the final line.

"A national-level amateur..."

He clenched his fist.

It felt lighter.

Stronger.

As if every movement carried less wasted effort.

One last notification appeared.

Note: Further improvements require training and combat experience.

Mike smirked.

"So this is only the beginning."

Mike stared at the notification window for a few moments before dismissing it. The exhaustion from the previous night soon caught up with him, and he drifted off to sleep.

Mike woke the next morning to an empty bed. Eve was already gone.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Mike headed to the bathroom. As the warm water ran over him, his thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened the night before.

***

Sunday morning.

The campus was quieter than usual. No students hurried between lecture halls, and the boxing gym stayed locked.

Mike slipped his hands into his pockets and checked his wallet. A few crumpled bills. He glanced at the bus stop across the street, then turned away.

The hostel wasn't that far.

He walked the rest of the way to the hostel.

A soft click echoed as he unlocked his door.

The moment he stepped inside, he dropped his backpack by the desk and peeled off his shoes with a tired groan.

He headed straight for the kitchenette, filled a pot with water, and tossed in a pack of ramen. A few minutes later, he stood over the sink, eating straight from the bowl. By the time the noodles were gone, the broth was gone too.

After washing the bowl, he checked the time and set an alarm for the evening.

Then he collapsed onto the bed.

...

Mike's eyes snapped open.

The room was still quiet.

He reached for his phone.

Three minutes before the alarm.

He silenced it before it could ring and swung his legs off the bed.

After splashing some cold water on his face and changing into his training clothes, he left the hostel while the morning sky was still painted in shades of orange.

The roads were nearly empty as Mike settled into his usual pace. He followed the familiar route without thinking, his feet carrying him through quiet streets until his watch finally ticked past ten kilometers.

He'd done the same run every day for weeks.

Blame Saitama.

Mike wasn't about to skip the ten-kilometer run just because it sounded ridiculous. The only part of the routine he refused to copy was going bald.

By the time he finished, sweat soaked through his shirt, but his breathing remained steady. Instead of heading back, he stopped at the public calisthenics park.

He rolled his shoulders, loosened his wrists, and brought his fists up.

Let's see what that reward actually changed.

Jab.

Jab.

Hook.

Jab. Jab.

WHAM!

The final cross sliced through the air with a crisp snap.

Mike blinked.

...That felt different.

His left jab was noticeably sharper. The punch returned to guard almost instinctively, wasting far less movement than before.

Jab.

Jab.

Jab.

Faster. Cleaner. More efficient.

Mike lowered his guard and stared at his right hand.

He threw another jab.

Then another.

Each punch snapped forward without hesitation, his shoulder turning, his hips following, his fist landing exactly where he wanted it.

A grin spread across his face.

It wasn't just knowledge anymore.

His body remembered.

He walked over to a nearby bench and dropped onto it, wiping the sweat from his forehead as his breathing gradually slowed.

The park carried on around him.

A young couple wandered past hand in hand, talking so quietly he couldn't make out the words. Near the outdoor gym, a group of high school students burst into laughter as one of their friends collapsed halfway through a plank, earning a chorus of teasing from the others.

His eyes eventually settled on one of the pull-up bars.

A girl around his age hung from the pull-up bar with both hands, raising and lowering her legs in a controlled rhythm. Her movements were smooth and disciplined, each repetition engaging her core without a hint of wasted effort.

She's definitely trained, Mike thought.

He slowed his steps and looked closer.

Mia.

She wore a tight black sports bra and matching short training shorts. The sports bra was clearly struggling to contain her.

Her breasts were disproportionately large for her otherwise lean, combat-trained frame — full, heavy, and pressed tightly together by the fabric, the deep line of her cleavage shifting every time she raised her legs. They looked almost out of place on a fighter's body, closer to what one would expect from a mature woman than a young Olympic-level athlete.

When she curled her legs up, the movement made her ass flex and lift. Round, firm, and well-shaped, the short fabric of her shorts rode up slightly with each repetition, revealing the lower curve of her cheeks and the tight line where her thighs met her hips. There was no softness to it — just dense, trained muscle wrapped in smooth skin.

Mike was still a few steps away when two guys suddenly cut in front of him and stopped right under the bar.

"Yo, damn," one of them said, openly staring. "Here you are? Body like that is wasted just doing leg raises."

Mia dropped down from the bar in one clean motion, landing lightly. Her expression was flat.

"Not interested."

She turned to walk away.

The taller of the two reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't be like that. We're just being friendly—"

Mia didn't waste a single word. She twisted, stepped in, and drove a clean uppercut straight into his jaw. The impact was sharp. The guy staggered back with a grunt, eyes wide.

For a second it looked like it was over.

Then the second one moved fast. He grabbed Mia from behind, locking his arms around her and pinning her elbows. The first guy recovered, wiped his mouth, and stepped in with an ugly grin.

"Feisty bitch…"

He reached forward, fingers going straight for her chest.

Around them, several people had already stopped. Phones came out. A few just watched.

No one stepped in.

Mike's eyes narrowed.

[DING!]

Quest Available...

Mike didn't even glance at the notification.

He was already moving.

Before the thug could lay another hand on Mia, Mike grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him around, and drove a straight punch into his face.

THUD!

The man stumbled backward, clutching his bleeding nose.

Mike immediately shifted his attention to the second attacker, but the moment he saw his partner go down, he let go of Mia and bolted without looking back.

By the time Mike turned around, the first man had already scrambled to his feet and disappeared in the opposite direction.

Mike exhaled and hurried over to Mia.

"Mia, are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Did they hurt you?"

Seeing a familiar face, the tension in Mia's expression melted away. She let out a small breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

"Yeah..." she said, giving him a relieved smile. "I'm fine."

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