Coming out I see that everyone had been waiting patiently and their excitement was practically going through the roof. I slowly walked onto the set, take off my robe to show tight the white boxers.

Standing in front of my coworkers and friends with my semi-naked body on display. Their intense burning gaze and the silly smile on their faces caused my already suffering courage to dim.

"looking good" Says Sarah in a teasing tone while giving me a thumbs up.

The others nodded to her statement and continued to admire my junk.

'It so tight, my b.a.l.l.s can't breathe in this, G.o.d I want to adjust it so bad but now is a really a bad time' I thought while looking towards the h.o.r.n.y women.

"Umm Liz can we get this over with, these are little uncomfortable," I say with a hurried tone.

"Yeah sure, oh by the way everything will be edited out in the end product so don't worry" Said Liz, trying to make things better. Which it did but only by a little.

Nodding my head we began to take pictures from different angles. After a few minutes later we had finally done the last few pictures.

Ding* [

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{Reward: Supple Iron skin}

{Additional Reward: + 3 social stats}

I instantly accept the social stats cause right now I'm struggling to deal with the attention and this is exactly what I need. I then check what the first reward is.

[Supple Iron skin: improved soft skin with a sense of hardness that could beat iron]

'My bodies gonna literally be the embodiment of every martial artist's dream. After I accept this my body could be considered refined to the best possible state' My thoughts were racing at an alarming rate.

"Now that's done, let me get a feel of those muscles," said Sarah with her hands in a claw shape and a creepy smile on her face.

'What the f.u.c.k I need to leave'

*Ding* [

Time Limit: 15 minutes>]

{Reward: Pride}

{Failure: -15 social stats}

'b.a.s.t.a.r.d, if I fail my social stats will drop to -18 and I would basically become the ultimate introvert. f.u.c.k it, time to suck it up and let a bunch of women touch my muscles'

Gritting my teeth I say "You can touch but only a little don't take it to far"

My words had left Sarah stunned as she was just teasing and had no intention of forcing her hands on me but now that I welcome such an idea she was not gonna give it up.

She ran at me just like the others, this included Liz they caressed every inch of my abs and other mussels but every now and then someone snuck in a grab on my b.u.t.t. I then felt a light stroking on my shaft, which caused me to jump back from everyone.

"That's not a muscle," I said jokingly but also with a sense of concern.

'It seems the social stats are starting to make difference' I was beginning to deal with attention and hara.s.sment with jokes.

*Ding* [

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{Reward: Pride}

'Why do I only feel humiliated'

A few minutes later after having to fight off a few prying hands, they stopped touching. After stopping they asked for a photo together. I didn't mind and we spent another few minutes taking those.

After that we took one big group photo of me in the middle, Liz and Sarah on my left and right while the rest grouped around me.

"Say Sausage!!!" Sarah shouts clearly referring to my thing, leading to the others to giggle and also say it as the timer on the camera comes to then end and takes the picture.

Separate myself I left to get changed, before leaving Liz stops and says "By the way you can keep the clothes"

"That's a lot of clothes, won't you be losing money," I say worryingly

"Oh please, once people see you on the cover of our magazine we'll be making twice as much if not hundreds of times," Said, Sarah,

I sigh and say "Well I'm gonna need more bags then"

Getting changed into my suite again and coming out I see that all the clothes I modelled have been put into black bags with the brand on its side.

The others had changed back to there work clothing, were now preparing to leave and go back to their desks. But before leaving I gave them a hug each and they left with a blissful expression.

Sarah and Liz walked with me to the elevator and were about say our goodbyes with a hug before being rudely interrupted by someone trying to grab my shoulder.

My mix martial arts didn't just come with the skills of a martial artist but also the instincts of a martial artist. And my instincts told me 'There's an a.s.shole with the intent to hurt you going for your right shoulder'

My face changed to a serious and angry expression. I bent my knees by a bit so that the arm goes over my shoulder and past the right side face.

I look at the arm, with how robust the fingers, also the expensive suite jacket and by the male sounding grunt from behind, i could tell its a rich man.

I was thinking of doing a throw over my shoulder but Liz is way too close and might get hurt. Liz jumped back in fright leaving me some s.p.a.ce to deal with it but still not enough for me to do the throw.

I stepped forward and spun around the man with his arm in hand and put his arm behind his back, making an arm lock. Kneeing the back of his knees, he collapses on his knees while I apply pressure to the arm lock.

This happened in a split second leaving the man no time to counter or react. When it finally came to the end I said with a cold tone "Who are you!!"