Chapter 7: I'm so powerful!?

With no hesitation, I turned around and escaped my apartment. These girls were terrifyingly powerful and although pretty I liked to think I had enough smarts on me to not get involved with both of them. As I sprinted away I heard the heavy steps of their bodyguards catching up to me, for such big men they could really run.

Within a few seconds of my attempted escape, I was tackled and taken back to the two now-arguing girls. "Why did your ugly face have to go and scare him away like that!?" Charlotte criticized, but Sofia even as quiet as she is wouldn't take the blame lying down. "Cow tits", "Bwhuhh, COW TITS! THERE ONLY Cs!" "Imagine how big they'll be in a few years then?" The argument was strange but I was far more baffled at the length of Sofia's sentence, I don't think she's ever publicly spoken that much ever.

Once they notice me however they both came to a halt, the tension in the room seemed to heavily incline as one of Sofia's bodyguards held my left arm and one of Charlottes held my right. However, what was even more surprising was both the girl's simultaneous actions in slapping their bodyguards. I was surprised by their brattiness, but also the bodyguard's lack of response besides a tidbit of questioning in their eyes. I was also confused after they were slapped when they had successfully captured me.

"Don't you dare hurt him again, they both declared in sync." It was creepy how similar the two girls acted here, about my well-being of all things too. But the bodyguards seemed to actually smile a little at the girl's overbearing actions. However, the fatherly glint in the bodyguard's eyes tipped me in on the reason for their smiles.

I assumed these bodyguards had been around these girls ever since they were young, so seeing them liking a man when previously all they had done was see humans as resources to be used possibly inspired a sense of pride and happiness for them as there unorthodoxly raised girls were growing up. Of course, that was just my interpretation, for all I know, the two bodyguards holding me could be masochists.

The girls both began to look upon and touch the scratches on my face from the tackle with worry, however soon after they just stood there inhaling my scent with silly grins on their faces. I wasn't even releasing my power yet they were like this, suddenly a thought occurred to me. Why don't I use this as a test, though I shouldn't underestimate their power it was my own house that they had broken into, so I shouldn't be doing anything bad by releasing the scent in self-defence, of course, that's the justification I used, but I also honestly just wanted to test out the capabilities of my unique smell.

So following my inner monologue, I released the power I had previously feared the most. My smell instantaneously permeated the room, what surprised me even more though was the look of the two girls that went from bliss to an almost scary look of addiction, the girls smelled the air as if they had been starved for oxygen all their life to only breathe for the first time now. Even the bodyguards were affected, though not in the same way at all. I had never released my power so blaringly upon men, at first in fear of their reactions, especially if they acted the same way women did. I was straight and I was still afraid of the women chasing me, I couldn't even imagine it being men. However to my surprise, the men seemed to begin falling asleep, a few of the larger-looking ones first had headaches but soon followed after their coworkers and suddenly the room was filled with two beautiful girls ecstatically sniffing me and a pile of sleeping bodyguards who were all giants in their own right.

I had no idea I was ever this powerful, I had incapacitated two entire entourages of trained professionals, was this my power, but looking at the two girls hungrily glaring at me I realized that my power was far more derogatory than knocking men unconscious.

It was absurdly tempting to take the two girls right here and now, but somehow my morality barely won out, telling me how wrong this was. So after giving up on the thought of abusing my powers for sexual gains I took the two girl's hands and brought them down to the couch, they both seemed to snap back to reality, but it was strange how a glint of determination appeared in each of their eyes. I was worried seeing this because if they were willing to break into my house already, then what sort of crazy things would they do with this newfound mysterious determination?

For now, though I focused on the greatest issue at hand, what to do with the knocked-out men laying around my small apartment, and also obviously the two girls now silently looking at me sitting on my couch.

For now, though, my parents had always taught me to be polite to guests, though under these circumstances whether they were guests or intruders was debatable, but due to us being classmates and more importantly each of them having a terrifying background, I decided to brew some coffee.

Handing the two girls each a cup of coffee and offering sugar and milk on the small table in front of the couch, I sat down across from them. Silence soon pursued as they looked at me almost warningly, I was touched they seemed to put so much importance on my words and actions, but I was also frustrated that it seemed they were the ones who had broken into my home.

"So, what are you doing in my apartment"? I asked. And following my questions, a do-or-die look appeared on their faces, and following it goosebumps appeared on my arms in perfect sync with their simultaneous declarations.

"Will you marry me!"