Milf Hunting System: Becoming A Milf Hunter After Transmigration

The fact that they began laughing caused the one that pushed Ryan to the ground just now to begin laughing as well.

Ryan just sat on the ground staring daggers at the boy that pushed him to the ground. And after he had glanced at the boy for a few seconds, he began staring daggers at the other boys as well.

Then he stood up from the ground but was still staring at them in that manner. They were still laughing, but it was reducing little by little.

One of the boys laughing noticed the manner in which Ryan was glancing at them. Then he said to the others,
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"Can you see the manner in which he's glancing at us? Can you see the look in his eyes?".

The others immediately glanced at Ryan the moment the boy said that, then the leader voiced out,

"He's staring at us in that manner as if he'd be able to beat us".

Then the boy that pushed Ryan to the ground a few seconds ago inquired of him,

"Would you be able to beat us, Ryan?".

Ryan didn't respond to his question, he was only staring at him...the annoyed look in his eyes was already reducing little by little.

Then the boy's voice resounded again, "He doesn't respond to questions, he just keeps mute".

"That's the way weaklings behave". One of the boys stated.

And the moment he said that, they began laughing again...

'Look at them...laughing like fools'. Ryan thought to himself while glancing at them laughing.

They didn't stop laughing until they'd laughed to their satisfaction. Ryan wasn't staring daggers at them anymore by now. The moment they were done laughing, they all focused their gazes on Ryan.

Then the leader of the boys began walking toward Ryan until he reached him and was standing so close to him. So he and that boy that pushed Ryan to the ground a few minutes ago were the ones standing super close to him now.

Forwarding his face toward Ryan, he said to him, "You can punch me in the face, you're free to punch me as hard as you want".

All Ryan wanted to do was to punch his face super hard as he was glancing at it. He'd punch it so hard that there's no way he wouldn't bleed from the mouth or nose.

But Ryan wouldn't do so, he was holding back himself. This was the thought that ran through his mind while glancing at the boy's face,

'A time would come when I'd be able to punch your face as much as I want and as hard as I want. A time would come when I'd make you bleed...not only you, others that are also like you'.

After positioning his face in front of Ryan for a few seconds without anything happening, he moved his face back to its normal position. Then he said to Ryan,

"You're just a complete weakling. You don't possess an ability, can't even do things that other boys would be able to do without blinking an eye. You're the complete worse".

And after saying that to Ryan, he pushed him hard, causing him to fall to the ground again...

'Yes, it has happened again'. Ryan thought to himself after falling to the ground.

..They'd pushed him to the ground multiple times, it could be said that he was getting used to it.

Not like they wanted him to actually punch their faces after bringing them closer to him. If he tries it, they'd grow angry and do a lot of things to him. Ryan was fully aware of this.

They were only mocking him, it was part of the bullying.

After staying on the ground for a few seconds, Ryan stood up from it again with his gaze focused on them. He was still feeling pains in his legs due to how many times they kicked them and how hard they did so.

But the pains he was feeling weren't something that would restrict him from walking properly. Yes, he'd still be able to walk properly even with the pains he was feeling.

He'd be able to walk in a way whereby a person wouldn't even notice that he was feeling pain in his legs. This was something he'd be able to hide from his family easily.

After he stood up from the ground, the ones that weren't standing super close to him made sure to walk closer to him as they were now standing super close to him.

Then what followed after that? Each of them tapped his head with force. And after that, other forms of bullying followed.

Mocking him, pushing him to the ground multiple times again, kicking his legs again but not with too much force this time, and so on. Ryan was just so tired.

This was the very reason why they brought him here so they could bully him as much as they wanted, and they were achieving it. They'd never bullied him as much as this before.

This was the first time it was this much...Dylan wasn't here, so they were doing as they wanted...

He was supposed to have arrived home by now, but he hadn't because of these boys. It was mid-afternoon heading toward complete evening, but these boys hadn't let go of him.

They bullied and bullied him until they were satisfied. Then the leader of the boys said to Ryan,

"You're free to go now because we'd be leaving now as well".

Though they kicked Ryan's legs some more, they didn't kick them with as much force as they did before. So Ryan would still be able to walk home without anyone noticing he was feeling pains, and he'd still be able to hide it from his family.

After saying that, the leader moved so close to Ryan in an uncomfortable way and said to him once again,

"If you like, report to your friend, Dylan. Prove to us that you're a weakling".

And after saying that, he walked away from Ryan, signalled the others that they should begin moving. And that's what they began doing with immediate effect.

They began walking out of the open field until they were done walking out of it...they didn't bother to glance at Ryan again throughout that period.

Ryan sighed after they weren't in sight anymore. Then he muttered to himself,

"Did all those things just happen to me now? They were brutal".

And after muttering that to himself, scenes of when they were pushing him to the ground, kicking his legs, and so on began replaying in his head.

He sighed again after those scenes were done replaying in his head, then he began walking out of the field until he was done walking out of it.

Ryan was walking on the road right now, and a lot was running through his mind as he was walking. For each step he took, he was feeling pain, but he was still able to walk well though.

What were the things running through his mind? He was thinking about all the things that happened today, and he was wondering whether to report them to Dylan.

Of course, he wouldn't be able to tell them to his dad or family, that was a no-go area. But he could tell them to Dylan.

He knew the moment he tells them to Dylan, he wouldn't waste time reporting to the teachers. If he explains in detail everything they did to him, he'd report with anger.

But Ryan was remembering what that boy said to him before they walked out of the open field, 'If you like, report to your friend, Dylan. Prove to us that you're a weakling'.

..Yes, this was something Ryan had always been afraid of, students at his academy considering him worse than a weakling.

They already consider him a weakling, the moment he reports to Dylan, they'd consider him worse than a weakling.

Running to Dylan for help when the bullying resumed again. Like, he was a complete nothing and wouldn't be able to defend himself.

Ryan would love to defend himself from them, but he knew he wouldn't be able to...they'd beat the hell out of him if he tries it.

Firstly, he wasn't good at martial arts at all or good at making use of weapons. Secondly, he doesn't possess an ability, all these combined made him a complete nothing, and he wouldn't be able to defend himself because of this.

The fact that they'd consider him worse than a weakling was making him so skeptical about reporting to Dylan what they did to him.

His mind was still filled up until he arrived at his home. He'd walked past the guards by now and had arrived in the living room.

The only person he met in the living room was Sofia. He and Sofia hadn't had sex since the last time they did so...and you know what? Sofia actually wanted to have a taste of Ryan's big cock again.

..But Ryan wasn't thinking about that now, he had serious issues to solve and think about.