I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 73: Why Is Anal Fisting Underrated?

Sexis and Erect got back their hands. Erect got his legs too.

I gave only two hands to Sexis. I didn’t give him ten hands because, right now, I was a God—not a failed biology student piecing together some horrific science project.

And I couldn’t return their Skills either. They were gone. It took two Gods to create those skills. I can’t restore them in a matter of seconds. I can’t even make instant noodles instantly—Skills are a far cry.

So, instead, I gave these two something else.

"I increased both of your strength by a hundred fold."

I know, I know. I just said I wasn’t a biology failure handing out extra limbs, but here I am, dishing out absurd muscle gains. But screw biology—right now, emotions are weighing heavy on me. Chemistry’s doing cowgirl, and physics is texting me "u up?" All in all, I just want to see Malthus suffer.

Me, Erect and Sexis cornered Malthus from three sides and all of us gawked at the bastard like we were finally about to get laid and he was the last piece of condom in the whole market.

"Now we are equal, Malthus." I said.

Malthus glanced between us. "You call this equal?"

"I know it’s not equal. But you killed my heroes and soldiers. So I could only manage these two with me."

"I am talking about myself! This isn’t equal for me."

"Cry about it."

Malthus clenched his jaw.

"So be it. I have done it once, I will do it again. You three can never beat me."

He squared up, ready to attack.

"I’ll do most of the work. Erect and Sexis, strike when you see the chance."

"As you say, my lord."

"Yes. I always touch others whenever I see a chance anyway."

I nodded. Erect was ready. Sexis was... probably ready.

"Since Malthus doesn’t know how to count, we will start at three." I said.

Malthus twitched.

I ignored his glare and began..

"One."

I started moving sideways.

"Two."

Erect mirrored me.

Then, while Malthus squinted like he was deciphering advanced calculus, I said it.

"Three!"

SHRILL!

I dashed at Malthus so fast I practically left my dignity behind. A crater formed under my feet.

Malthus saw me coming. Good reflexes. He braced himself, holding his sword in front of his face. If I kept going, I’d be skewered like a chicken on a spit. It was the perfect move. Except...

He underestimated me.

I let go of one of my swords and made a first, aimed straight at Malthus’ sword.

Malthus smirked, thinking he had already won.

But-

THRUMMP!!

My fist collided with his sword, and to everyone’s surprise, my fist won.

The blade folded with my fist like wet cardboard and as my fist moved forward, the sword shrank backwards.

And soon, my fist reached just in front of Malthus’ face.

His eyes went wide.

"Ho- how is this possible?" He gasped.

I showed no emotion.

"Get ready for some Anal fisting."

BAANNGG!!

I did it.

I felt like someone poured cold water on me in scorching heat.

I felt like I found free OnlyFans videos of my favourite instagram model.

For the first time since Malthus had arrived on this planet, I landed a devastating punch on his big, ugly, not even cumshot-worthy face.

Bliss.

My punch made Malthus fly.

He flew back miles just like how I had flown when he had punched me.

However, he had stopped after that one punch.

But I won’t.

While he was airborne, I bolted after him.

He gets stronger by pain so I’ll hit him so hard he didn’t even get to feel it.

Wait.. I want him to feel pain. But I also don’t want him to get stronger. This fuckery.. What kind of paradox is this?

Nevertheless, I would think all this shit later.

For now, I just ran after him.

"Sexis, Erect! Follow me. Stay close and hit when you see an opening."

"As you say, my lord. But..."

Erect’s voice sounded far away. Too far. I glanced back.

"What the fuck are you two doing back there? You are not audience members!"

They were miles behind, looking like anime miniature figures running.

"You only gave us strength, my lord. We are not as fast as you. We will die if we keep this up."

"Yeah, Racis. My stamina is trash. My best is four minutes—and that too I had managed because of the peer pressure."

They both were panting. I squinted.

"I can understand about Erect but why are you tired, Sexis? You are the Alien King. Don’t you have wings? I have seen wings on some aliens. Surely you have got some stashed away? Use them to fly after me."

Sexis hesitated.

"I used to have them."

"Used to? What happened? Did you misplace them?"

He looked away. "I had them removed."

"Why!?"

"They made me look like a mosquito!"

"..."

I stared at him.

"You think it was the wings that made you look like a mosquito?"

"Yes. I don’t compromise with my looks."

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Sexis, if I sent you to Earth, they’d cast you as the main ghost in every Conjuring sequel. You’d make them billions just by standing there. Got it? You face obsessed fucker!"

...

Erect gulped.

Sexis stopped running.

He stared at me.

He stopped panting.

Did I say too much?

That must have hurt his feelings. But he didn’t look hurt—just oddly proud.

Ugh. Fine. I’ll say sorry.

I opened my mouth to mend things but...

"I am glad you think I am charming enough to work in Hollywood." He said, polishing his antennas.

I sighed.

"You know what? Malthus can wait."

I cracked my knuckles.

"I am killing you first."

Sexis flinched. But then he became confident.

He peered at me, standing with his hands at his waist like a proud warrior.

"You had said something about Anal Fisting to Malthus, right? If you are really angry then I want the same treatment. In fact, do your worst."

I shifted my gaze at Erect.

Erect did the same.

And then he nodded.

"You go after Malthus, my lord." He said, then a warm smile adorned his face.

"I will catch up after killing this prostitute."

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