章 15: Chapter 15: Little Red Riding Hood's Day of Suffering
Rhode grinned, his sharp fangs gleaming with bloodthirst.
"Guess how many minutes it'll take me to kill you."
"Roar!"
The giant wolf howled, its blood-red eyes filled with madness.
Leaping through the air, it pounced directly toward Rhode.
Bang!
Rhode swung a punch, landing squarely on the side of the giant wolf's face.
It was as if a cannonball had slammed into it—the wolf's face visibly twisted and deformed from the impact.
The cross necklace in Rhode's hand radiated a holy light.
Sizzle!
Where the cross touched the wolf's flesh, it was as if acid had been poured on it.
Fur and flesh were instantly corroded, exposing gleaming white bones.
The giant wolf howled in agony as it flew backward, its eyes filled with unprecedented fear as it looked at Rhode.
The damage from this simple punch was even more terrifying than when Rhode had blasted it with a shotgun earlier.
The giant wolf struggled to get up from the ground, its face grotesque and terrifying from the corrosion of the holy silver.
The werewolf's powerful regenerative abilities were useless at this moment.
"Is that all you've got?"
"Well, that's a bit disappointing."
Rhode's fist, wrapped in the cross necklace like brass knuckles, struck the werewolf's head again and again.
In just a short time, the once savage werewolf lay on the ground as if dead, its chest weakly rising and falling—it was on the brink of death.
"Please, don't kill my grandmother!"
A pleading voice came from behind—it was Little Red Riding Hood.
Rhode's eyes flared with bestial rage.
He turned and grabbed Little Red Riding Hood by the throat, lifting her up with one hand like she was a toy.
His eyes, full of violence, radiated with bloodthirsty savagery.
"You dare tell me what to do?"
Little Red Riding Hood's face contorted in pain as she was lifted, but her expression remained pleading, seemingly oblivious to the giant wolf that her "grandmother" had become.
Tears streamed down her innocent-looking face, falling into the deep, unfathomable chasm between her chest.
Her impressive endowment was like two ripe coconuts.
Rip!
Rhode's sharp fingers gently sliced through her red dress, leaving a tear that ran from her chest down to her belly.
Her flawless, snow-white skin was exposed, vulnerable and soft.
Her waist, slender and toned beneath her corset, strained under an intense pressure.
Wild instincts took over Rhode's mind, leaving him with only one thought: Crush her!
Little Red Riding Hood's body was a textbook example of a Western "golden ratio" figure.
She was slender yet muscular, a perfect balance of beauty and strength.
Her pear-shaped figure, with a full, high chest and round, firm hips, gave her legs a hint of thickness while keeping her calves slim.
In modern times, she would be hailed as a top-tier supermodel, coveted by all.
At 170 cm tall, her legs alone took up nearly a meter of that height, making her appear even more striking than a woman who stood at 180 cm.
Even among men, her height would not be considered short.
But in the presence of a three-meter-tall werewolf, the size difference was like the Hulk standing next to Black Widow.
Rhode, driven by animalistic instincts, grabbed her golden-haired head with one hand and pressed it against the wall.
The endless abuse continued for an indeterminate amount of time.
As the savage instincts in Rhode's mind gradually cooled, he looked around at the wrecked cabin with a hint of frustration.
In his werewolf form, while he could retain some level of rationality, his beastly and primal instincts maintained a delicate balance.
Once that balance was broken by external stimuli, his body was overtaken by animalistic urges.
He could control himself enough to avoid killing, but he couldn't suppress the most basic desires and impulses within his body.
It seemed his physical condition had far greater needs than a normal person's.
After all, his physique was incredibly powerful.
With hormones produced in excess, his body was like a machine constantly building up overwhelming desires.
In normal circumstances, he could control it, but in his werewolf form, those primal urges multiplied tenfold.
Looking at the unconscious Little Red Riding Hood, Rhode found it odd.
Aside from the pain on her face, there was also a hint of satisfaction.
This kind of intense battle would have left a normal person half-dead, if not outright killed them.
Yet, Little Red Riding Hood had survived it perfectly on her first try.
Could it be that the people in this world had such exaggerated resilience and physical endurance?
Rhode couldn't help but think of the blonde woman from the inn.
She had nearly died before Rhode had even transformed into his werewolf state or fought seriously.
So, it wasn't that the people of this world had unusually strong endurance.
It was just that Little Red Riding Hood's body was built differently—she was an exception.
It was hard to imagine how much strength and adaptability lay within her seemingly delicate body.
To endure his werewolf form's power on the first encounter meant she had great potential for further development.
With proper training, she could become a perfect creation.
"Wolf Grandma..."
Rhode walked over to the dying werewolf.
Unlike the storybook version, where the wolf ate the grandmother, in this case, the grandmother had become the werewolf.
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