My Physique Is Very Sensitive

The dream was supposed to be a power fantasy, and Downton was supposed to hone the ability to take on a hundred foes at once.

But for Downton...

If he had to work hard even in his dreams, wouldn't that just make him a beast of burden?

Being a beast of burden was out of the question; rest time was meant for resting.

He spent his days walking through a hail of bullets, practicing constantly—wasn't that enough of a field exercise?

As for the dream, wasn't it just about overcoming the deaths of the day?

If he dodged death and took a detour, he would survive, and that was just as much a way of overcoming death!

Thinking this, Downton lowered his raised arms and looked left and right.

Although this incredibly realistic dream had disturbed his sleep.

But... no one said he couldn't get a good night's sleep inside a dream, right?

He had died on a bus the first time, so he would just get off early.

He had died in the middle of the battlefield between the Dimitrov Family and the Sabatino Family the next time, so he wouldn't go anywhere near there!

With that, Downton walked a stretch along the Gotham Bus Station and found a park with a decent view.

He stepped into the woods along a small path, picked a tree with plenty of shade and a patch of grass, and lay down contentedly.

Sleeping in a dream?

What a truly unprecedented experience!

Before he knew it, he didn't know how much time had passed, and Downton let out a comfortable sigh.

He looked around; it was still the grass and the greenery, so he had really slept in his dream?

"Buddy, time to wake up. It's dark in the dream, and all the time I spent dying during the day has passed!"

He patted his face and opened his eyes once more.

This time, he was indeed lying in a large bed at the Kane Hotel.

He pulled back the covers and looked at the three women lying side-by-side on the floor; they were sleeping quite soundly, with drool leaking out around the gags in their mouths.

Stepping past them, Downton went to the full-length mirror in the dressing room to inspect his physique.

Before today, he was neither fat nor thin, with no flab but not much muscle either.

Now, however, his muscle definition was much clearer, and his pectorals and glutes were significantly more developed than before.

After raising his arms to strike a bodybuilding back pose, Downton dropped to the floor and began doing push-ups one by one.

Originally, he could do forty standard push-ups in one go before his arms would give out.

But now...

"One hundred seventy-two... one hundred eighty-six... two hundred four... two hundred... sixty!"

He didn't feel the burn until he hit two hundred and sixty standard push-ups; he was truly satisfied with his talent.

If he could avoid death and grow stronger just by sleeping in his dreams, why would he want to fight and kill in them? Wasn't reality already shitty enough?

He climbed off the floor and took a refreshing shower in the bathroom.

After showering, he got dressed and went over to the woman who had woken up, untying the hair dryer that bound her hands.

Once her hands were free, the woman hurriedly began to untie the other wires, but seeing the gun tucked into the back of Downton's waistband, she ultimately said nothing.

By the time Downton finished drying his hair, the woman had already freed the two masseuses, so Downton took out the remaining two thousand dollars and stuffed the cash into the bras of the masseuses.

"Thank you, boss. Wishing you and the lady a happy life~"

"The boss is so generous, may your equipment stay rock-hard until you're eighty~"

Having received the money, the two masseuses hurriedly offered their blessings, then began packing their things with what looked like natural speed but was actually a frantic rush.

In just a moment, the two masseuses stood at the door, waving at Downton and the female homeowner with beaming smiles.

"If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now~"

"If you have any other requests, you can still book us; we're number sixteen and number thirty-six~"

"Enough with the 'ohs,' you two are shaking. Get out of here. By the way, thanks for your hard work last night."

Downton waved them off, and the two women immediately bowed in farewell.

"It was no trouble at all, goodbye boss!"

"Goodbye!"

As the words fell, the two women bolted out the door and sprinted toward the elevator.

Only after the elevator doors closed did the two masseuses hug each other tightly.

"That was terrifying, to think there's someone so bold!"

"I know, right? What kind of kink involves using electrical wires? Wires are the least kinky thing ever!"

"It's a robbery, it has to be a robbery! Who robs someone and then makes us give them a massage?"

"He even ordered one for the woman he robbed... he's actually quite particular about things!"

Ignoring the internal monologues of the two masseuses, Downton drew his pistol once they had left and pointed it at the expressionless woman.

Facing the muzzle of Downton's gun, the woman's mouth drooped, and she said helplessly.

"You don't need to point that gun at me. I thought about it all night, and I've come to terms with it.

Whether you want my money or my body, I'll listen to whatever you say, as long as you don't kill me like you didn't last night."

As she finished speaking, the woman threw off the bedsheet covering her, then lay back on the bed in a spread-eagled position.

"I'm right here, if you want to do it, go ahead. If you can, please be gentle; I'm quite sensitive.

If you only want money, my bag is in the closet. There's about four thousand in cash and two Wayne Bank cards inside; the PIN is..."

"That's enough."

Downton cut her off and walked over to her side.

After giving her a light pat on the backside, Downton tossed her clothes onto her.

"Get dressed, then take me to get something to eat. Since you booked a room here, let's just go to the hotel restaurant; it's close by."

"Whatever you say."

The woman rolled her eyes, sat up to gather her clothes, and once dressed, led Downton to Kane Restaurant for a meal.

While eating, the woman kept glancing nervously to the left and right; she felt as though she had spotted several suspicious-looking people.

Noticing her gaze, Downton stuffed a croissant into his mouth and tapped his plate with a fork.

"Don't bother looking. They're all here to catch me.

Sneaking in last night was one thing, but I'm not even wearing a hat today. It would be abnormal if the hotel security didn't recognize me."

"But... don't you care?

Or are you planning to use me as a hostage to threaten them later?

I... I was tied up by you all night, and I even treated you to a meal. You should at least... show me some consideration."

The woman's nervousness intensified. Although she had accepted the fact that a criminal had broken in and taken control, she really didn't want to lose face in front of so many people.

If she got scared later, ruined her makeup by crying, and ended up on the evening news like that...

What would those little bitches under her at the company think of her!

As for losing her life?

She had survived the situation last night; she had practically convinced herself that Downton wouldn't kill her.

Across from her, finding the woman's words amusing, Downton speared a piece of fried egg and shoved it directly into her mouth.

"Does that count as consideration? Haha!

Don't overthink it. Once we finish this meal, we'll never see each other again. I hope you don't get kidnapped again in the future.

After all, if other kidnappers take you, they won't just spend the night sleeping next to you."

"You didn't sleep with me!"

"Hmm?"

"It's embarrassing to say, but you didn't sleep with me at all. Is it because you don't like women?"

"Don't be so confident, pal. I'm done eating, I'm off!"