My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

He was not blind—he saw the way she looked at Asher, and it was far more than just friendly.

The way her gaze softened when he spoke, the little smiles she tried to hide... there was something deeper there, something more than mere acquaintance.

"Just a classmate? Is that the look of someone who's 'just a classmate'? You're practically asking him to fuck you!" Spike sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, like a thousand invisible hands pinning her down.

"It's none of your business. Just leave us alone!"

Without thinking, she grabbed Asher's hand, tugging him away from the confrontation. Her goal was simple—get out of the awkward situation before it escalated further.

But it only fan the flames.

Spike couldn't take it anymore. He felt betrayed "Bitch, do you know how much money I spent on you?!"

Elaine's eyes widened in shock. She did not expected this kind of outburst from him, and for a moment, she just stood there, stunned.

Was this really the same person who was kind and patient with her for months? The person who went out of his way, offering gestures of affection, trying to win her over?

Asher couldn't help but shake his head. He saw the confusion in her eyes—but he also knew the reality.

She just broke a man's heart. What did she expect? Did she really think he would thank her for wasting all his time, effort, and money?

He didn't say anything, though. It wasn't his place.

"I never asked for all those things," Elaine shot back quickly, her voice defensive as she tried to explain herself.

"You still fucking accepted them!" he spat out.

Elaine didn't asked for his gifts or attention, but the way he twisted it made her feel like she was somehow the villain for not returning his feelings.

"Let's go, Asher," she urged. He didn't resist, allowing her to lead him away.

"Oh? That was the move you went with? Grabbing him like that—what's next? Are you going to kiss him in front of me?"

"Just let it go, man, it's not worth it. She already picked someone else," one person in the crowd spoke up, his voice casual but loud enough for Spike to hear.

The last thing he needed was some random person, making it very obvious that she already made her choice, leaving him in the dust. It was like rubbing salt in an open wound.
Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

"You're dead!" With a roar, he dashed forward, his hand grabbing a fistful of Asher's robe.

Strength beyond human comprehension coursed through his veins, enough to lift five tons of solid metal without breaking a sweat.

"I'll show you your place!" he growled, his muscles bulging as he yanked downward with all his might, planning to slam his rival into the ground with such force it would leave a crater.

But instead of the satisfying crunch of victory, Spike froze.

The robe in his grip felt anchored to something immovable. No matter how much power he poured, it didn't budge an inch.

"What the—" Spike muttered, his mind racing.

He pushed harder, veins bulging in his arms as he strained to lift what should have been a simple target.

Asher could only shake his head; he already cast a spell on his body. It didn't increased his weight; it locked his body in place.

Spike, oblivious to the magic at play, gritted his teeth and doubled his efforts. The ground beneath his feet cracked and caved under the strain.

The crowd watched in silence. To them, Spike was a force of nature—an S-Rank Awakener capable of unimaginable feats of strength.

But no matter how hard they tried to believe in his ability, it was obvious that he was struggling against his opponent.

Just as the confrontation grew more heated, Spike suddenly leaped back with explosive speed .In the blink of an eye, he created a gap of 100 meters.

This move left Asher momentarily confused.

'What's he planning?' Asher wondered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched Spike from the distance.

The awakener lowered himself into a runner's stance, one knee bent forward while his fingertips lightly touched the ground for balance.

His muscles tensed and ready to explode into motion.

The heat emanating from his body distorted the air around him, and his skin flushed to an ominous shade of red as energy coursed through him, preparing for an unstoppable charge.

"He's going all out!"

"That much distance? He'll level this entire street!"

"We need to get out of here!"

The crowd scattered in all directions, panic etched across their faces.

They saw this before—Spike's infamous ability. Everyone knew that the more distance he has to generate speed, the deadlier the impact would be.

However, his ability came with a critical weakness: the durability of his own body.

He couldn't simply run for kilometers to build up unlimited strength—if he pushed too far, his body would implode under the immense pressure.

Still, despite this limitation, his ability was nothing short of extraordinary. The sheer power he could unleash made him one of the most feared Awakeners in the city, and his potential was extremely high.

"You forced me to do this!" Spike shouted, his chest heaving with rage.

"Elaine, I'll give you one more chance. Step away from him, or you will die too!"

Elaine's face turned pale, and her hands began to tremble. The threat of death was suddenly very real.

But then, out of nowhere, she felt something unexpected—a warm hand gently resting on her shoulder.

She turned slightly, and there was Asher.

"Don't worry, I'm here to protect you," he reassured her.

That simple promise, accompanied by the steady pressure of his hand, made her heart flutter, pushing away the fear that threatened to consume her.

But little did she know, his words weren't just for her.

He wasn't offering comfort because of any romantic feelings. No, it was because of the elemental god.