Super Benson

Section 1: Five Waters

Benson had always been a dreamer.

Ever since he was a kid, he liked imagining that there was something special about him—that maybe he had some incredible hidden power, and one day he would shock everyone who had ever looked down on him.

Unfortunately, reality had never been quite as exciting.

Benson was thirty years old, unemployed, single, and still living with his mother. He stood only about 165 centimeters tall, with his distinctive watermelon-shaped hair, and he went almost everywhere in pajamas.

He spent most of his days at home playing video games and watching pornography. His mother gave him five dollars in spending money every day.

That morning, she had forgotten to pay the internet bill, leaving Benson without Wi-Fi at home. With nothing better to do, he took his five dollars and his phone and headed to the best place he could think of with free Wi-Fi—a nearby café called Coffee Monster.

When Benson entered the café, there were already a few people waiting in line.

Directly in front of him stood a tall, muscular young man with a handsome face. When it was his turn, he stepped up to the counter.

“One small sandwich, please.”

The young woman behind the counter handed it to him.

“Three dollars.”

The man paid, then noticed a sign on the wall.

MINIMUM PURCHASE — $5

He pointed at it.

“Hey, doesn’t that say there’s a five-dollar minimum?”

Before the waitress could answer, he gave her a wink.

Her cheeks immediately turned red. A playful smile spread across her face.

“For someone as handsome as you? I think I can let it slide.”

The man grinned. He pulled out a small card with his name and number on it and slid it across the counter.

“Call me maybe. We can get a hotel room somewhere tonight or something.”

The waitress froze for a second, her face turning bright red. Then she quickly picked up the card with both hands and pressed it tightly against her chest.

“I will!”

The man picked up his sandwich and casually walked over to a table.

Benson stood behind him, completely stunned.

What the fuck?

Is it that easy?

Benson stepped up to the counter. The waitress slipped the card into the pocket on her chest, took a deep breath, and quickly composed herself. By the time Benson reached the counter, her professional smile had returned.

“What can I get you?”

Benson studied the menu for a moment, searching for the cheapest thing he could find.

“Water, please.”

The waitress nodded and waited for the rest of his order. When nothing came, she looked at him.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah. Just water.”

She stared at him for a second, clearly not expecting that answer.

“The water is free, but the cup costs one dollar.”

“That’s fine.”

Benson handed her a dollar. She took it, filled a cup with water, and passed it across the counter.

Benson took his water and started toward the seating area.

“Hey, excuse me, sir.”

He stopped and turned around.

The waitress pointed to the sign on the wall.

MINIMUM PURCHASE — $5

“You need to spend at least five dollars if you want to sit here and use the Wi-Fi.”

Benson looked at the sign, then across the café at the handsome man, who was already sitting comfortably at a table eating his three-dollar sandwich.

“Um… I thought that rule didn’t apply to customers.”

The waitress’s expression turned serious.

“The rule applies to everyone, sir. If you want to use the Wi-Fi, you need to spend at least five dollars.”

“Oh.”

Benson walked back to the counter and studied the menu.

Water — $1.

Small sandwich — $3.

Everything else started at six dollars.

He reached into his pocket.

Four dollars.

Benson hesitated for a moment.

All right. Here goes nothing.

He stepped closer to the counter and gazed deeply into the waitress’s eyes. Then, with all the charm he could possibly muster, he gave her a wink.

The waitress was startled. She recoiled and screamed loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

“Get away from me, you creep!”

The manager immediately rushed over.

“This creep is sexually harassing me!” the waitress shouted.

The manager grabbed Benson by the collar and yanked him off his feet.

“Sexual harassment is a felony! I could call the cops right now—or I could handle it myself and smash that watermelon head of yours!”

“Ahhh! N-No… please… don’t beat me… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I won’t do it again…”

The manager glared at him for a moment, then dropped him back onto his feet.

“Then either meet the five-dollar minimum or get out.”

Benson quickly nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

He looked at the menu again, then at the four dollars in his hand. After a moment, he raised four fingers.

“Can I buy four more waters?”

The waitress stared at him.

“Four more waters?”

Benson nodded.

After exchanging a confused look with the manager, she reluctantly took his remaining four dollars, filled four more cups, and placed all five waters on a tray for him.

A minute later, Benson was sitting alone at a table with five cups of water lined up in front of him.

People passing by occasionally glanced at the five cups, then at Benson. One woman leaned toward her boyfriend as they walked past.

“What a weirdo.”

Benson ignored her, pulled out his phone, and connected to the Wi-Fi.

He spent the next fifteen minutes searching for jobs on LinkedIn before finally giving up.

“This is boring.”

He closed LinkedIn and opened a game instead.

After playing for a while, Benson got bored with the game too. He switched to browsing pornographic websites on his phone.

He had a pair of Bluetooth earbuds in his ears, but had forgotten to turn them on.

Pornographic sounds immediately began playing through his phone speakers.

Several people nearby turned and stared at him in disgust.

Benson noticed none of it. With the earbuds still in his ears, he continued browsing as if everything were perfectly normal.

Section 2: All Alone

About an hour passed.

Eventually, Benson put down his phone and looked around the café. Almost every table around him was occupied by a couple.

Benson slowly looked around the room, then back at his own table.

Five cups of water sat in front of him. Two were already empty.

Nobody sat across from him.

He suddenly felt cold, empty, and terribly lonely.

Just as Benson’s mood hit rock bottom, he suddenly noticed two men sitting together at a table in the corner.

He stared at them for a moment.

Finally, a little comfort.

At least I’m not the only loser here who can’t get a girlfriend.

Benson leaned back in his chair, feeling slightly better.

Then the two men kissed.

Benson froze.

What the hell?

Before he could recover, they wrapped their arms around each other and began French kissing, their tongues twisting around each other like two snakes locked in a wrestling match.

Benson stared at them in disbelief.

Even they’re a couple?

Damn it! Damn you homosexuals!

He slowly looked back at the empty chair across from him.

I’m really all alone.

Section 3: Caught Staring

Benson sighed and picked up his phone again. He rested both arms on the table and held the phone up in front of him, almost level with his eyes, casually scrolling through the screen.

Through the small gap beside his phone, something at the table directly ahead caught his attention.

It was the handsome man from earlier, sitting with his girlfriend.

One of the middle buttons on her blouse had been left undone, and she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Benson’s attention immediately shifted away from his phone.

But this time, he knew better.

He kept the phone exactly where it was and pretended to keep scrolling, while his gaze quietly slipped past the edge of the screen. From his angle, he could see through the opening in her blouse—but not quite as much as he wanted.

The fabric shifted.

Blocked again.

Benson subtly adjusted his head.

Come on…

The blouse shifted again.

He leaned slightly to one side.

Just a little more…

For once, Benson thought he was being extremely discreet.

Nobody would ever notice.

Benson kept his phone raised, his eyes fixed on the narrow opening beside it. The woman shifted slightly in her seat.

The opening in her blouse widened.

Benson held his breath.

Almost…

Then someone stepped directly into his line of sight.

Benson frowned and lowered his phone.

His expression froze.

Standing directly in front of him was the same tall, muscular, handsome man from earlier.

The woman Benson had been watching was his girlfriend.

The man stared down at him.

Benson swallowed.

“C-Can I… help you?”

The man grabbed Benson by the collar and lifted him out of his chair.

“You fucking creep. You think I didn’t see you staring at my girlfriend?”

“Ahhh! N-No… I’m sorry… please… don’t hurt me…”

The man carried him across the café by the collar, Benson stumbling helplessly along beneath his grip.

People turned to watch as he dragged Benson all the way to the entrance and threw him out onto the sidewalk.

Benson hit the ground and scrambled backward.

The man stood in the doorway.

“I’m being merciful this time. But there won’t be a next time. If I ever see you in this café again, I’m gonna beat the crap out of you.”

Benson nodded frantically.

“Yes… yes… I understand…”

He scrambled to his feet and ran.

Benson ran until the café was out of sight. A short distance away, he reached a flower shop and crouched beside the entrance, gasping for breath.

He stayed there for a while, trying to catch his breath, but the more he thought about what had happened, the angrier he became. Everyone looked down on him. Everyone treated him like a loser. He clenched his fists, unable to take it anymore.

Section 4: Super Benson

Slowly, Benson stood up.

“I’ve kept my secret for so long… I know I shouldn’t do this… but you’ve left me no choice.”

He lowered his head and went silent.

Then the ground beneath his feet began to tremble.

The trembling grew stronger.

A faint golden light appeared around Benson’s body. It flickered once, then suddenly erupted, wrapping him from head to toe in a blazing golden aura.

Benson clenched his fists as his entire body began to change. His legs stretched, his shoulders broadened, and muscle swelled across his arms, chest, and back. Within seconds, his small, unimpressive frame had grown from 165 centimeters to nearly 178.

Then his watermelon-shaped hair began to rise. The round shape disappeared as his hair transformed into sharp, golden spikes, with a single lock falling across his forehead. His face seemed sharper, his posture straighter, and the pathetic man in pajamas from moments ago was almost impossible to recognize.

The golden aura exploded outward one final time, then everything went still.

Benson slowly raised his head. A confident smile appeared on his face.

Super Benson had arrived.

Super Benson turned toward the flower shop beside him. A bucket of roses stood near the entrance.

Without hesitation, he reached down, plucked out a red rose, and started walking away.

“Hey! You didn’t pay for that!”

The woman who owned the shop hurried outside.

Super Benson stopped and slowly turned around. He looked into her eyes and gave her a wink.

The woman froze, her cheeks immediately turning red.

“Oh… for someone as handsome as you? Forget it. You can have it.”

Super Benson grinned. He placed the rose horizontally between his teeth, biting lightly on the stem.

Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small card with his name and number on it, and flicked it through the air.

The card shot straight toward the woman and landed perfectly between her fingers.

“Call me maybe. Tonight, maybe we can get a hotel room or something.”

The woman clutched the card tightly against her chest, her entire face turning bright red.

“I’ll be waiting.”

With the rose still held sideways between his teeth, Super Benson raised two fingers and pressed them against his forehead.

“Instant Teleportation.”

A golden flash burst around him.

He vanished.

In the next instant, Super Benson appeared inside the café, standing right beside the handsome man’s table.

The man looked up.

His eyes went wide.

“WHAT THE—?!”

He jerked backward so violently that his chair tipped over, sending him crashing to the floor.

Super Benson stood over him, the rose still between his teeth and a confident smile on his face.

“Surprise.”

The handsome man was still lying on the floor beside his overturned chair. His face had gone completely pale.

A dark stain had spread across the front of his pants, and beneath him, a small puddle of urine was slowly spreading across the floor.

Super Benson looked down at him.

“This time, I’ll spare your life.”

The man stared up at him, trembling.

“But I know what kind of man you are,” Super Benson continued. “You’re a playboy. You deceive women, play with their feelings, and break their hearts for your own amusement.”

He leaned slightly closer.

“If I ever see you playing with another woman’s heart again, I’ll kill you with my own hands.”

The handsome man immediately began nodding, his entire body trembling.

“Ahh… y-yes… yes, Mr. Super Saiyan! I-I’ll never do it again… Please… please don’t kill me!”

Super Benson straightened and looked down at him with satisfaction.

Then he took the rose from between his teeth and turned toward the man’s girlfriend.

He gently offered it to her.

“A man like this doesn’t deserve you. Today, I’ve shown you the monster hiding behind that handsome face.”

The woman looked at Super Benson, her cheeks slowly turning red.

He smiled.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take you away from here.”

Before she could respond, Super Benson swept her into his arms.

The woman gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Super Benson bent his knees.

BOOM!

He launched himself through the café entrance and shot into the sky, carrying her in his arms.

Buildings flashed beneath them.

Within moments, a massive luxury hotel appeared ahead.

Section 5: Luxury Hotel

Super Benson flew straight toward it.

CRASH!

He smashed through one of the hotel windows and landed inside a large room in a shower of broken glass.

Still holding the woman in his arms, he calmly walked over to the bed and gently set her down.

She looked up at him, her face flushed.

“Thank you, Mr. Super Saiyan.”

Super Benson smiled.

The woman lowered her eyes shyly.

“You saved me from a terrible man. I don’t know how I could ever repay you…”

She looked back up at him.

“I suppose there’s only one way.”

The woman smiled shyly.

Then she raised one hand to the middle of her blouse.

Slowly, she undid the same button Benson had noticed back at the café.

Super Benson’s eyes widened.

She gently pulled the two sides of her blouse apart, opening the narrow gap little by little. The soft curves beneath the fabric gradually came into view, revealing more and more as the opening widened.

Super Benson stared.

His eyes followed the opening upward.

Closer…

Closer…

Almost—

SMACK!

Section 6: Fly Swatter

Something slapped Benson hard across the face.

“OW!”

The hotel room vanished.

The woman vanished.

The bed, the shattered window, the golden hair, the muscles, the blazing aura—

Everything was gone.

Benson was still crouching beside the entrance of the flower shop in his pajamas, exactly where he had been before.

A ridiculous, dirty grin was stretched across his face.

Standing over him was the flower shop owner, holding a fly swatter in one hand.

“You fucking asshole! How long are you going to squat in front of my store with that disgusting horny grin on your face?”

Benson blinked and looked around.

“H-Huh?”

“You fucking pervert! You’re blocking my entrance and scaring away my customers! Get the hell out of here before I call the cops!”

Benson immediately scrambled to his feet.

“Ah! S-Sorry! Sorry!”

Covering the side of his face, he scurried away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

There was no Super Benson.

There had never been a Super Benson.

It had all been Benson’s imagination—a ridiculous fantasy, nothing more than a daydream.