ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES

208  Sovereign strike 2

After the encounter with Evelyn last night, Kan went back to his hostel late and slept off. He woke up a bit late the next day, despite Emily's attempts to wake him up. He needed some rest for the day.

"Kan, won't you go and watch Mighty FC play today? I heard they're the best," Emily encouraged Kan to tag along.

"Not really, I just needed some rest," Kan replied with his eyes closed still in his bed.

"You had a bad night yesterday?" Emily asked worried as she placed her hands on him gently.

"Nahh, just didn't sleep early," Kan replied.

"In that case, I'm going alone, hoping I'm not late," Emily replied as she bent over and placed a kiss on his cheeks before going out.

Kan was now left alone in the room and continued sleeping, although he was much aware of his environment.

He forced himself to sleep after Emily had woken him up but he couldn't, so he stared around the room aimlessly.

"Hela?" Kan called for her.

[Baby? How may I be of help?] Hela inquired.

"Tell me more about my new skill," Kan replied, and suddenly a menu appeared before him.

[Sovereign Strike]

[Level - 1]

[Impact - 756 meters per second]

[Status - upgradeable]

[Task - make another lady squirt to upgrade to level 2]

Kan smiled as he saw the task at hand once more.

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise from the stadium, as it wasn't far from their hostel. From the shout, he knew they'd scored a goal.

He was already getting bored alone in the room, so he decided to go have a look for himself. He got up, dressed, and headed to the stadium.

Kan made his way to the football pitch, drawn by the vibrant cheers echoing through the air.

As he approached, the stadium came into view, nearly filled to the brim with enthusiastic fans.

The electric atmosphere was palpable, and Kan realized he had arrived just in time for a thrilling match.

The stands were a sea of colors, with supporters passionately waving flags and donning jerseys of their favorite teams.

Finding a seat proved challenging in the midst of the bustling crowd, so Kan resigned himself to standing among the fervent fans.

With eyes fixed on the unfolding match, he became part of the pulsating energy that surged through the stadium, cheering along with the crowd as the players exhibited their skills on the pitch.

Kan looked up and saw the score line in favor of Mighty FC, leading with a 7-0 win, and it wasn't even 30 minutes into the match.

As the cheers echoed around him, Kan felt a hand on his shoulder. Initially assuming it was just another fan caught up in the excitement, he dismissed it.

However, the tapping continued, prompting Kan to turn and see who it was. To his surprise, it was a slender lady with minimal curves.

As he faced her, she erupted into even louder screams.

Kan assumed she must have witnessed an impressive play on the pitch, but her excitement had a different source – meeting him.

"It's... It's.... You.... My favorite player!!" she shouted, her enthusiasm palpable, almost trembling with excitement.

She was wearing Kan's school jersey, complete with his shirt number. It struck him as odd that she would sport his school jersey while watching another team's match.

"Uhmmm, thanks," Kan smiled.

The experience of having devoted fans was new to him, as he was more accustomed to friends than the superstar life surrounded by admirers.

The lady couldn't utter a word; she was visibly excited. Her hands roamed around his body, exploring his chest and muscles.

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear, "Your handsomeness is dripping; it's making me wet!"

Kan was caught off guard by that statement, causing him to pause for a moment.

The lady continued her tactile exploration, running her hands across his body. However, Kan began to feel uncomfortable, surrounded by a crowd, and asked her to tone down the unusual display.

"Who are you...?" Kan inquired.

"I'm a fairy, believe it or not," she replied with a smile, a response that seemed fitting given her body stature.

"No, not that. I'm asking for your name," Kan clarified.

"Yo, call me B-Fan, your ultimate hype supporter!" she exclaimed.

Feeling that the conversation was becoming increasingly bizarre, Kan decided not to probe further. However, B-Fan had different intentions.

"Yo, peep this..." she said as her once slender body began to transform.

Her previously thin thighs grew noticeably thicker, and her barely existent breasts suddenly strained against her clothes.

"Wow," Kan mouthed, astonished by the unexpected transformation unfolding before him.

She pulled aside the right side of her clothes, revealing a small mark just above her breast. On it was written "15," with the numbers appearing to move like a screen.

"I went ahead and inked your digits on my chest!" she shouted, but amid the fervent fans around them, her declaration sounded like a mere whisper.

"Wow, mind if I see that?" Kan asked.

"Alright," she replied, moving closer to let Kan examine the tattoo more closely.

"That looks good; I'm honored!" Kan said simply.

The lady laughed and inched even closer to Kan. "Care to check out the ink I got below the belt?" she asked referring to her lower body.

"Uhhhh, no need," Kan replied, trying not to push too far.

"Come on!" she pleaded.

"Not here, maybe somewhere else," Kan suggested.

"For now, just roll with calling me B-Fan!" she interjected, continuing to stare at Kan seductively and amusingly. She was indeed happy and overjoyed to see him there.

Kan refocused his attention on the match before him, enjoying every moment of the action on the pitch and the unusual encounter in the stands.

This continued until the end of the match, which concluded in favor of Mighty FC with an impressive "13-0" victory.

Immediately the match ended, Kan turned around only to find his biggest fan nowhere close.

It was surprising to him that she left without even saying goodbye, or did she lose him in the crowd? He wondered.

Having come alone, Kan decided to head back to his hostel solo. Walking out of the stadium seemed like a difficult task considering the large number of people leaving.

As Kan was making his way through the crowd, he heard a voice calling out to him from behind.