Leo was genuinely shocked. Yesterday, both he and Kelly had assumed the woman was already dead, so they had simply left.
But now, she was right in front of him, swaying those unbelievable breasts as she staggered forward, slowly making her way toward the trash bin.
Her condition was still bad, but it was obvious that she had recovered a little.
Just when Leo thought she wouldn't answer him, she suddenly spoke.
"Ha… why…"
The female fighter lifted her head and glanced at Leo. He could clearly see the bruises and cuts on her face. Her once-beautiful cheeks were now badly marred.
Add in the grime and the stench of filthy water, and it was even worse.
"…Of course it was gambling."
After saying that, she seemed to lose all strength and collapsed again. Her full body splashed filthy water into the air, and her breathing weakened once more. Leo could see clearly that she was trying hard to breathe, but it didn't seem to help.
"Gambling, huh?"
Then there was no saving her.
Leo turned to leave. At that moment, the other fighter—the one who had dealt the fatal blow to her yesterday—stepped out again. This time, she wasn't wearing a fighting outfit, but something much more revealing.
A black leather jacket, with only bandages wrapped around her massive chest underneath. Her body was covered in spikes and chains. She glanced at the fallen fighter, then at Leo, and broke into a grin.
"Yo, kid. Interested in this sickly thing's body? She's smelly and diseased though. How about me instead? I can give you a discount—one gold coin. I'm the reigning champ around here. But you'll need to pay for the antidote yourself. If you die from poison, that's not my problem."
As she spoke, she lifted her jacket, showing off her muscular arms and armpits, a collarbone that had clearly been pierced by something, and bandages stained faintly red over her chest.
She was covered in bruises, and even her carefully groomed face bore wounds and blood.
She looked brutal, but there was a different kind of beauty to her.
So open.
But was life really this miserable for street fighters?
Leo looked at the female street brawler who could clearly take on ten of him alone and shook his head.
"No thanks, miss. You're really tempting and beautiful, but I've got things to do today. I was just curious why she got beaten like that. Also—why do you need antidote money just to sleep with you?"
Despite being complimented, the street brawler clearly wasn't pleased.
Her gaze toward Leo turned into one of pure contempt.
"Kid, mock me again and I'll tear your mouth apart. You think any guards would help you? As for why she gambled—it's simple. She got sick and wanted treatment, but had no money. So what do you do? You take loan shark money, fight in underground matches, bet on yourself to win. She lost, couldn't pay us back, and her body's already rotten—nothing but scars and poison. Even brothels won't take her. So what else could she do?"
Her words carried obvious irritation.
"If you're interested in her body, throw her in a sack and take her home. Wash her up and she might still be usable a few times—assuming you're not afraid of being poisoned to death by what's inside her. A warm, living body is still better than a corpse, right? Though who knows—street fighters' bodies are so toxic they usually don't even grow maggots."
Hey, that's way too R-18G.
"So she's not a degenerate gambler then. Also, I wasn't lying when I said you're beautiful—I meant it. Though it'd be better with fewer scars."
Leo said it honestly. But the next second, he smelled something sickly sweet—and the street brawler grabbed him by the collar.
"What, you trying to save her? Let me be clear—if she dies, I don't care. But if she lives, I'm collecting that debt. And didn't I tell you? Mock me again and I'll rip your mouth apart!"
She glared at Leo viciously. She hated people who mocked her appearance more than anything.
"I'm serious. Forget it."
Under her stunned gaze, Leo reached out and placed his hand directly on her left breast.
The softness instantly relaxed him. The bandages dulled the sensation a bit, but there was no doubt—he was very satisfied.
Especially the size. Just a bit bigger than his hand, perfect to grab. The bandage bra gave it a strangely different feel.
Her body heat traveled straight into his fingertips. The smell on her wasn't pleasant, but undeniably, her breasts were soft and comforting.
Though something felt… off.
Pain?
Leo lifted his hand and stared at the needle embedded in it, then looked at the equally shocked street brawler.
"You keep hidden weapons there too?!"
That snapped her out of it instantly.
"What the hell are you doing, you bastard?!"
She couldn't understand what Leo was thinking at all. Was now really the time to say something like that? And even if she was willing to sell herself, it wasn't supposed to go like this!
"Touching your boobs. Didn't you say sleeping with you costs one gold coin? Then what's wrong with paying fifty silver to touch your boobs?"
Leo spoke righteously, even pulling out a gold coin.
"Are you looking down on me?!"
Leo calmly pulled the needle out of his palm.
In the past, he might have been scared of this street brawler. But after glancing at the firearms in his action bar, he casually tossed the needle aside and squeezed her breast again.
With girls like Kelly or Lux, he always had some psychological restraint. But someone who openly sold herself like this?
He had zero mental burden teasing her.
So the dirty talk flowed naturally.
"I'm not looking down on you. I genuinely find you attractive. If I add more money, can I knead your butt and thighs too? As for sleeping together, let's skip that for now. I mean, if even touching your boobs gets me stabbed, I'm worried my little guy might run into razor blades down there. Of course, if you can provide proof you don't have STDs and guarantee there are no hidden weapons inside, I wouldn't mind paying to sleep with you. Ten gold per time. How about it?"
Realizing Leo wasn't mocking her, the street brawler awkwardly let go of his collar.
"Ha… I don't think my place is worth that much. A young girl only costs ten gold…"
Her words grew hesitant. Leo thought he saw her blush slightly. After hesitating, she lowered her voice.
"You really willing to pay ten gold?"
Leo's answer was immediate.
"Yes. Your body is seriously attractive to me."
As he spoke, his hand slid down from her breast. Her defined abs, her strong, full thighs—everything made him want to play with her.
This was a body rarely seen on Earth. Even Kelly couldn't compare. The only downside was her height, and her legs weren't as slender as Kelly's due to training.
But it had its own charm.
Legs weren't prettier the thinner they were. Muscular yet full legs like this were top-tier.
Most importantly—
There was a large, clean triangle between her thighs and her lower body.
That was rare even on Earth.
And he liked her aura too.
The street brawler was uncomfortable. She had only been teasing and provoking him—never imagined he'd take it seriously, let alone genuinely be interested in her body.
But there was one problem. The sickly sweet smell mixed with sweat was overwhelming.
And more importantly—
"You need to brush your teeth and take a bath, then get checked by a doctor for STDs. Also—"
Leo spoke seriously again, holding up his hand, now bleeding from where a blade hidden on her inner thigh had cut him. He had only meant to touch her garden, yet his hand got sliced.
"What's wrong with you?! Why would you hide weapons in a place like that?!"
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