Villain Kaya (2)
The quiet space lit only by streetlamp glow. Thud. A doll with a snapped neck fell to the ground. It looked no different from a human—no texture, weight, blood, flesh, nothing that screamed "doll."
"Yong-jin!"
Na-hyun bounced over, peppering my body with kisses.
"You aren't hurt anywhere, are you?"
I disarmed myself and checked her for wounds, spotting blood trickling down her right cheek.
"Ah...!"
Na-hyun noticed it too and covered her cheek with her hand.
"Yong-jin, it's nothing. Yeah! Really, it's nothing~"
She was thoroughly flustered. She knew how sensitive I was about this sort of thing.
I stroked her head, smiling to reassure her. I gently healed her cheek, then scooped her up princess-style and rushed to her place.
The moment we arrived, I carried her straight into the bathroom.
"W-wait!"
It wasn't just a shower—we went at it hard. By the time we emerged, she was utterly spent, leaning fully into me. I carefully laid her in bed and tucked her in.
As I turned to leave, she murmured softly.
"G-give me a k-kiss... before you go..."
I looked back. She'd pulled the blanket up to her mouth, only her eyes peeking out, gazing at me.
Smiling, I approached, tugged the blanket down a bit, and pressed my lips to her soft ones. Mm. Not a deep kiss—just a gentle peck, lips touching lips. It was enough to feel our love.
"Goodnight, Na-hyun."
"Yeah!"
I stroked her hair until she fell asleep.
After putting Na-hyun to bed, I returned to the scene. The broken-neck doll sprawled on the ground. I didn't know which bitch this was, but she'd dared to assassinate Na-hyun? Time to dismantle her thoroughly.
I reached out and grabbed the doll's face.
Psychometry
The assassin's info flooded my mind.
Villain Kaya. Tall frame, long red straight hair, usually in a robe—a mage with sharp features and an outstanding figure. I pinpointed where this doll was made, her home, her activity zones—all at once.
Killing her outright would be no fun. This doll was intriguing. Not really a doll, though. Kaya had no "original" body. Wherever her soul resided was her true body. Homunculus clones. She multiplied herself; when one body died, the soul shifted to another. Near immortality.
But not perfect. Bodies without her soul were powerless husks—no abilities, no mana, defenseless shells. And crafting homunculi guzzled resources. That's why she did this dirty work. Her memories showed about twenty bodies already. She'd hidden them in multiple secret lairs for safety.
Hmm. Got a good idea.
This power had a glaring flaw: she could only transfer by dying. No other way. Simple fix—don't kill her clones, trap her so she can't suicide. But starting like that would spoil the fun. Better to slowly cull her copies, make her desperate.
"Kuro! What brings you here~!"
Ji-ae spotted me, startled, and leaped into my arms. I caught her mid-air and gave her a piggyback ride. She loved these unless something was up.
"Nothing much—just need your help, Ji-ae."
"Huh? With what! Leave it to me~"
I calmly explained yesterday's incident.
"Gasp! She hurt Na-hyun unnie? I'll punish her!"
Ji-ae fumed atop me, waving her hands wildly. She slid down from my neck, leaned in close, and puckered her lips.
Mm.
I got the hint and gave her a light kiss. Her face flushed as she smiled shyly.
"Heehee..."
Was this really the coquettishness of a 24-year-old? Blame the lab assistant days?
"Just trust in me, Kuro!"
She straightened up, hands on hips, brimming with confidence—then vanished in a flash.
Her black particle control rivaled mine now. I'd thought it before, but Ji-ae could've hit S-rank without me. Genius-level ability use and instincts. Even her original Shock Absorption was masterful back then. Black particles gave her wings; she grew stronger daily.
Without them, she'd be our guild's weakest. With them? Second strongest in a particle fight. First was Hae-bin, of course.
Her help would make this smoother. Oh, right—Overmind survival and Na-hyun link's exposed. Gotta hurry.
After wrapping up my current identity's loose ends, I planned to sell Overmind intel and vanish awhile. Erasing my tracks on the way home, I sensed mana flow.
This is?
A barrier spell I often used for assassinations.
Impossible—that's my unique magic.
Flawless mana flow, no margin for error. A magic barrier enveloped me.
Overmind? Shit, how many powers does it have?
Step, step. Too light? Overmind's size and weight wouldn't make that sound.
Soon, the source appeared. Tiny stature, under 150cm—like a child.
Not Overmind? The mana differed completely. A girl in a full-body black suit and gas mask.
Wait—Overmind wasn't alone, right?
Her mana wasn't Overmind's, but it evoked the same chill as locking eyes with it.
Doesn't look like she'll let me go.
I quietly gathered mana.
Gone?!
The girl vanished; I blasted my mana. A thick barrier expanded from me.
Boom!! Impact from ahead—her doing. Still invisible.
Invisible, undetectable, silent—what the hell?!
Boom! Boom! Hits across the barrier. She existed, at least. I chanted rapidly.
The barrier shook, cracking—but I didn't stop.
"Reverse Gravity."
Gravity inversion magic. Reverse Gravity. The impacts ceased.
She'd been affected. Time to kill.
"Black Hole!"
Scorching heat erupted, melting everything nearby.
Finally spotted her—one spot untouched by the blaze.
I chanted on.
"Winds, become chains and bind the enemy!"
Air turned to wind-chains, flying at her, wrapping tight.
Crunch! Squeezing with unyielding will.
"Amplify a hundredfold, a thousandfold, and converge!"
Countless razor-sharp mana spears formed.
"Mana Spiral Spears!"
They hurtled at lethal speed, piercing her.
Pfbt! Pfbt! Pfbt! Repeatedly.
The black girl hung impaled by countless spears, no unscathed spot left.
"Hah... hah..."
I'd overdone it. But if she linked to Overmind, this was necessary. Her reaching here meant my intel was mostly compromised.
"Gotta escape now."
Thud.
"Huh?"
The spear-riddled body liquefied, dripping to the ground like sludge, then absorbed and vanished.
"What the... damn it, what is she?!"
I turned to flee—
"Hi, unnie~?"
She stood before me. Pristine.
"No way...!"
Stab!
"Ack!"
She jabbed a syringe into my neck. I recoiled, checking myself.
Something entered me.
Not poison. No ill effects despite the liquid; my body felt fine.
Then my lower belly twitched.
"Aphrodisiac...!"
I realized instantly. But why inject me with it? If poison, I'd be dead without resisting.
No—she could've killed anytime...
Her goal was the aphrodisiac. But why? From that girl?
No time to ponder. She vanished; the barrier dissolved. Everything reset—except my surging lust.
Dragging my aroused body home, I collapsed on the bed and started masturbating.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Damn, damn—why can't I cum...!"
My body craved pleasure, I masturbated nonstop, but satisfaction eluded me. I felt bits of pleasure, yet never climaxed—like something was missing.
"That aphrodisiac...?"
Not just any—maybe one blocking orgasm? I composed myself, rushed to my spare-body lab.
Luckily, easy to analyze; I whipped up an antidote fast. Drank it, headed home, recalled the unfinished session, and lay back down.
Even post-antidote, the lingering frustration spurred me on.
Squelch... squelch...
Pleasure built; I pumped faster. Still no climax.
"Why? Antidote worked...! No, fatigue—used too much mana, too tired."
Unsettled, I quit, showered cold to douse the heat, and forced sleep.