Chapter 202 The Only Way To Beat A Bully

Suzuka's gaze returned to the group, studying each of them carefully. She needed to identify the man responsible for Hermit's torment. Her keen eyes darted between the four men sitting at the bar, each of them appearing equally tall. 

As she weighed her options, Suzuka looked back at a soundly snoring goblin sprawled on a chair. The goblin's bulbous belly, filled to the brim with beer, sloshed loudly, and he even managed to gurgle out a stream of beer onto the floor as he snored. The goblin had consumed an astonishing four full tankards of beer, a feat that seemed nearly impossible given his diminutive form. It was a baffling mystery where all that liquid had disappeared within his small frame.

Suzuka got an idea looking at the slumbering goblin. She snatched the goblin by the neck and with a confident and steady step, she made her way toward the group, holding the snoring goblin firmly in one hand, his little spindly legs dangling in the air.

Her gaze was unwavering as she approached the tall man at the bar, who seemed to be the group leader.

Approaching the man, she held the goblin up for him to see, his tiny, spindly legs hanging motionless. 

 She addressed the man, her voice carrying a note of authority, "I believe we need to talk about this green freak." She pointed at the snoring goblin in her hand.

The man stood up, towering a whole head above her. He examined the goblin closely, his face showing a mixture of surprise and delight.

 "Oh my! Isn't this a good boy gobbie-chan! I was pretty sure I broke this goblin. But it seems he is just fine. Did you bring him to me for some more back alley fun?" he asked with a sly grin.

Suzuka's gaze remained unwavering as she responded, her voice laced with a hint of menace, "So, you're the Goblin Fucker, then. How about we step outside into that back alley and have another go with the goblin? Hmm?" The challenge in her tone was clear, and she was ready to confront the man who had wronged Hermit.

Without another word, Suzuka made her way toward the tavern's exit, with a pitiful, snoring goblin dangling in her hand. She expected Goblin Fucker to follow her, and he didn't disappoint. With a self-assured grin, he strode after her, saying to his three companions, "I'll be right back, boys! Wait here and order some drinks while I teach that goblin what a real man is like, again! Ho ho ho!" 

They stepped out into a dimly lit back alley, the goblin still hanging limply in Suzuka's hand, his drunken form swinging with her every step. His scrawny limbs dangled, and his belly, now full of beer, sloshed audibly, like a water skin filled to the brim.

Suzuka led the man further down the alley, the rain that was showering on the ground had now ceased. She stopped by a pile of trash bags near the dumpster, the stench of refuse filling the air. With a swift, disdainful motion, she tossed the snoring goblin into the pile of trash. Hermit landed amidst the garbage bags with a thud, startling him from his slumber.

He immediately began thrashing about, wailing in fright, his voice piercing the night air, "Wreeee! Ree! I'm drowning! The swamp monster is dragging me down! Eeeek! Help! Help, gobbie friends, help! Reee! Hermit is drowning!" he cried out in a panic.

Hermit's mind slowly began to clear in a few moments, and he ceased his frantic struggles. His eyes darted in confusion, his face bearing a comically stupid expression as he attempted to make sense of his surroundings. 

"W-what is happening? Where did... where Hermit is? Why is Hermit in the trash pile?"

With clumsy movements, he managed to wiggle out of the trash pile and peek his head from behind the dumpster.

There, he witnessed Suzuka engaged in a tense conversation with the man who had violated him. His ears drooped, and he hung back, fearful of the confrontation.

Hermit, watching the confrontation unfold from his hidden vantage point, recognized the man before him. A sense of dread and fear washed over him as the memories of past torment came flooding back. He couldn't help but cover his mouth with trembling hands, releasing a fearful moan that escaped in a hushed whimper.

The realization that the man who had molested and violated him was now standing before Suzuka sent Hermit into a state of utter terror. His entire body shivered and trembled uncontrollably, his overgrown ears drooping down on the ground in an instinctive display of submission and fear. He curled into himself, pulling his scrawny limbs close to his body as if attempting to make himself smaller, his glossy eyes about to burst into tears. In a trembling, barely audible voice, he mumbled to himself, "Oh no... that's the man... the man who hurt Hermit... he bred me... humiliated me. He did all those horrible things to me. Ouchies and owies."

The memories of his past suffering, the breeding farms, and the countless humiliations he had endured came rushing back with horrifying clarity. Hermit found himself reliving the nightmare of his past, and the sight of his tormentor sent a surge of paralyzing fear through his frail body. He knew all too well what this man was capable of, and the mere presence of the person who had caused him such pain was enough to reduce him to a pitiable, quivering wreck.

Suzuka closed the distance between herself and the man, her expression stern. She spoke with a seriousness that left no room for banter. 

"Now, since there is no one to interrupt our conversation," she began, her words cutting through the tension in the dimly lit alley, "I want to tell you a thing or two. Let's have a talk."

The man, however, attempted to jest, his words veering into inappropriate territory.

 "Talk? I thought we came here to have fun with the goblin. Empty talking is no fun, but you know what is fun? Clapping a goblin's round buttch-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a powerful and devastating punch landed squarely on his solar plexus. The impact was brutal, and the man found himself crumpling to the ground, gasping for breath as he struggled to regain his composure.

Suzuka crouched down beside him, her voice firm, "Listen to me when I am talking to you, little man. And listen well. The goblin you fucked is my slave, my errand boy." Her tone was steady and unwavering, carrying a menacing edge.

She continued, her words laced with a subtle threat, "By messing with him, you put dirt on my face, and I do not like dirt on my face. Not even a smudge."

The man lay on the ground, gasping for breath, the wind knocked out of him by Suzuka's powerful blow.

Suzuka's voice remained calm and unwavering as she continued to deliver her message to the man before her.

 "Now, I am a forgiving woman, I really am," she stated, her tone deceptively gentle.

"I will overlook this outrageous act of yours and let you off with just a punch to the gut. But, if you decide to do the cliche thing that idiots often do and try to come back for revenge with your goons, I will not show mercy. Let me just say that you may never walk again after I'm done with you."

To highlight the severity of her warning, Suzuka demonstrated her formidable powers. She extended her hand towards a nearby metal dumpster, channeling her gravity magic. With a snap of her fingers, she crushed the once-massive dumpster into a tiny pebble, the display of her strength both incredible and terrifying.

Suzuka stood over him, her eyes unwavering, making sure her message was crystal clear.

The man, still struggling to catch his breath and trembling with fear, nodded vigorously, clearly expressing his understanding of her warning.

Suzuka's gaze shifted momentarily to where Hermit was hiding, his timid figure trembling behind the corner of a dumpster, peeking out slightly to observe the unfolding scene. She turned her attention back to the man and said, "Ah, yes! One more thing." 

She fixed her stern gaze on Hermit, her tone commanding. 

"Hermit! Get your little green butt here! I will not ask twice! Now!"

Hermit's body convulsed and stirred by her authoritative tone as if he was struck by the whip, and he let out a fearful yelp, "Wreee! Yes, Master!"

 He scampered out from his hiding place, his swollen belly sloshing and wobbling from side to side, producing all manner of squelching and gurgling noises as he moved. Given the comical bulge of his stomach, it almost seemed as though he had swallowed a round barrel. 

Hermit's soft paws clapped on the damp cobblestones as he scuttled toward his master, his movements filled with a sense of urgency and fear. With timid steps, he approached Suzuka, his eyes downcast in fear. As he reached her side, Suzuka looked down at the puny goblin, her tone stern, "This man! He soiled you, humiliated you, made you his bitch, made fun of you in front of his buddies, and did other nasty things. Now, it is your turn to show who's the bitch! Hermit! Beat his ass while he's down! Show him that you're not a pushover! And that you will fight back."

Hermit gasped in shock, "Eeek!" his eyes widened, and he took a step back, his hand instinctively covering his face as if bracing for a blow.

 His voice trembled as he pleaded, "Master! Please! Nooo! I hate violence! Please, no! Do not make Hermit hurt someone! Hermit wants only friendship and peace! Gentle nose boops and cuddles. Not violence! I implore you master! Do not make me do this!"

Suzuka's expression hardened, and her voice took on a sharp edge as she scolded him, "Stupid! That's why everyone is using you like a dirty sock and throwing you into a trash pile after they wipe their feet on you." The words were harsh, meant to drive home the point that Hermit's meekness had made him a target for others' cruelty.

With a harsh voice, she continued her lecture, "You need to stand up for yourself, or you will not get respect! Hit him! Show him that you will raise your fist to protect yourself! You don't need to beat him in a fight, just show him that you will not stand still and take it like a good little boy! Show him that you will fight to protect yourself! The only way to beat a bully: is to curl up that fist and swing it!"

He timidly stepped closer to the man, who was still gasping for air, Hermit's entire being shaking with fear. His eyes welled up with tears, his voice trembling as he struggled to find his voice.