Strongest Finger 소설 & 이야기

“Lightly grip it.” The first four fingers of my hand squeezed the branch in my hand, careful to not let it fall. Prince Dante however placed his fingers in mine and released the branch. “Holding it like that would show your opponent that you’re weak. Plus, you’re putting too much pressure on your hands, holding it that way. If you do that, then you would have no strength left to attack. That was one of the reasons why your first attack failed. Your hands, and by extension your arm, must be flexible enough to attack.”

I shouted with more strength than I thought I had. Instead of blindly trying to get Glenn to release me, I calmed myself and grabbed his thumb, bending it off my collarbone. Glenn tried to use the strength in his thumb to prevent me from bending his thumb, but to both mine and Glenn’s surprise, I managed to overpower him. Although it was just his thumb, he had always had more strength in his thumb than I have had in my entire body.

Black flames flickered in his eyes once more as he lifted his hand and met Simon's fist with just a single finger. In an instant, the world seemed to freeze over. The wind stirred up by the force of Simon's fist died out on the spot as his fist hung mid-air. No matter how he tried to channel his inner energy and strength, he couldn't bring his fist any further forward. The strength of just one of Ashton's fingers is already an impenetrable obstacle for him. "How is this possible…" Simon was an S-ranked expert who focused on cultivating his physical strength. It was something he was exceedingly confident in. Even if it'd been Cadence whom he went up against, as long as he could get near enoug

Yet his fingers were locked so tight around hers that her指骨 secondary ached, his knuckles white under the strain. Avery looked down at their joined hands. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and despite his overwhelming strength, his fingers were distinctly trembling. Her professional composure shattered instantly, replaced by a dangerous, terrifying realization—he wasn't just guarding his property; he was unraveling because of her.

His finger speeds up as he watches her get closer to the orgasm before stopping and moving slowly. Her body tries to move away as his hand wraps around her neck, holding her to him. His fingers begin to speed up again as he feels the liquid from within her drip onto his fingers. Her moans are quiet as she clamps her mouth shut. His fingers move faster as she almost orgasms, he stops again. “Really?” Her word is loud as she moves to get free, and he pulls her back. “Yes. Really. I will always be stronger than you, Kitten, so stop fighting to escape and just let me make you scream.” His fingers push deeper and harder.

🦪 DORA 🦪 Gathering the last strength flowing in my veins, I pop out my middle finger from the arm lying numb on the ground, raise it to his neck, stabbing him with it, so deeply. Not once, not twice, at least 10times with the same effect and speed. Another lesson learned, ‘Always fix your nails, make them sharp and pointy, it serves as a weapon and self-defense sometimes. In this ridiculously cruel world that cheats ladies, we do need a weapon.’

Their fists collided with one another instantly. However, Tony’s initially confident expression was tainted with a tinge of fear the next moment. Three out of his five fingers were crushed in an instant! “Gah!” Tony backed away swiftly, his head drenched in cold beads of sweat, and he looked at Kayson in fear. Tony was known for being as swift as the wind and thunder and as strong as an elephant. He had never been defeated in a fist fight before. Yet tonight, three of his fingers were pulverized instantly when he fought against a young man!

Statistically, she should be able to defeat Felix in a fight. However, the tables had turned entirely. This showed the horrific strength of the Way of Mind. "Celestial Shifting Finger!" Felix launched another attack. Instantly, four colossal fingers appeared in the space around Chelsea and pointed at her. Each finger was more than enough to destroy a skyscraper—the intensity of these fingers was beyond words. Chelsea's hair blew wildly in the wind as she danced with her sword. This time, there were faint sounds of war, creating the illusion of a battalion in a fight.

I tried to swallow, my throat wouldn’t work, and I was shaking all over. He slipped his finger inside me, my clit pulsated from his assault, and his finger felt so thick inside me, and I looked down because I wanted to see what this looked like, his finger inside me. God, even his forearm was powerful. He was barely touching me. Barely past the first knuckle of his middle finger, yet I felt absolutely split apart and filled by his touch. And he was curling, then swirling, and dragging it up and then down. His finger was so big, strong.

I finally commented as I dropped my hands to the side. "The most vulnerable part of a person is there fingers. If anyone tries to hold you against your will, go for their fingers and bend it backwards as far as you can until you hear a snap. Even the strongest men would lose their grips at the pain of a broken finger." Nodding my head, I reached for his fisted hand and pealed it open with all the strength I could muster in both of my hands. Once his forefinger was out, I pulled it backwards a bit but stopped as I didn't want to actually break his finger.