Succubus (1)
Her black hair, smooth as silk, cascaded down to her waist, and her skin was flawlessly pale like fine porcelain. Her breasts were on par with Elis's—no, perhaps a size fuller.
Just as the grown Mid dominated the battlefield, this woman's fullness dominated the space around her. Her waist was slim enough to wrap with one hand, flaring out into wide, alluring hips. The tight pants she wore accentuated her perfect apple hips even more. If you judged her solely by her looks, she evoked the image of a rose blooming eternally in a warm garden.
But this woman wasn't some pampered flower raised on nothing but beauty and nectar.
"You fucking maggots! You're manufacturing machines! Shit-producing machines! What the hell do you even do?! Finding one person is that hard for you?! Is it?!"
"....."
The woman unleashed a torrent of thick curses at the men before her. She was a wildflower that had weathered fierce storms, crushed rivals stealing her nutrients, and bloomed defiant. A hellcat. That's what she was.
"I should've recruited a woman like that!"
The moment I laid eyes on her, regret hit me hard. My subordinates—dreaming of being kings among kings in the harem realm—were all dick-swinging males. Fuckin' gay orgy central! But what could I do? Talented female villains were rare as hell and hard to snag. In the end, I had to grit my teeth and assemble a sausage fest.
"She's mine."
Women like her didn't come around often. That only made me want her more. If she belonged to someone else, I'd pluck her and plant her in my garden.
Huff— huff—!
I watched her, breathing heavily. My swollen cock showed no signs of deflating.
"Find him fast! Use any means necessary! If you can't find him, make one! Got it, you trash heaps?! If you fail..."
The woman's eyes gleamed with demonic fury as she vented at the men.
"Then I'll kill every last one of you. Understand?!"
"Yes!"
"Fucking worthless shits."
With one final curse, she turned coldly and walked away. As she vanished, the men started trash-talking her.
"Ptoo! Fuckin' bitch. Bitch on borrowed time, still yapping her ass off. Eat shit."
"That cum-guzzling whore's bleeding from the dick, still bitching. Speaking of, what's this about her time running out?"
"Heard from the boss—Jet Stream wants the fucker who trashed this place in three days."
'Jet Stream?'
A name I couldn't ignore slipped from these criminal scum's mouths. I tuned in sharp.
"Three days? Fuck, no leads, and we're supposed to find him in three?"
"That's why she's as good as dead. How many are waiting for her to get the boot?"
"Kuhuhu... Serves the bitch right."
"But what if we fake a perp? Doesn't that save her ass?"
"Don't talk stupid. You think that's possible? Jet Stream'd see right through it. Trashing a place like this without bombs means a superpower user—and no average joe fools him."
"So Succubus is fucked for real? Shit, I wanna bang her before she croaks."
One guy groped his dick with a sleazy grin, earning scolds from the others.
"Cool it, dumbass. Wanna get your balls sucked dry and die?"
"Still, that body's prime eating."
"True, but I wouldn't touch a hag like her if you paid me. Bitch treats people like cocks."
"Let's grab drinks. Can't stand this shit."
"Yeah."
The crooks, after jawing away, shuffled off in the opposite direction from her.
"Hmph."
Left alone, I crossed my arms and plopped down.
"Play this right, and it's a golden scenario."
These thugs handed me intel on a platter. First, her villain name: Succubus. Second, she—and Jet Stream—were hunting the one who wrecked their business. Third, fail in three days, and Succubus gets dumped by Jet Stream... and dies somehow.
"But I'm the guy they want."
Exactly. For her to dodge the axe, she'd need a fake perp. Impossible, though. Leveling a building takes at least level 8 superpowers. How the hell do you fake that?
"She'll be desperate... Let's see."
I called Yuna right away. She'd griped about overtime thanks to rising villains and crooks. For villain dirt, ask Yuna—Hero Association holds the most files.
I asked if Jet Stream had a Succubus among his lieutenants, and who the top brass were. She hung up to check, then called back with the scoop.
"So that's how it is."
Succubus was indeed one of Jet Stream's S-rank villain lieutenants—but bottom rung. Still solid. Any lieutenant knows plenty on the boss.
"Time to eat."
I bolted after her.
"Aw, fuck. Won't calm down."
Her name fit—my raging hard-on hadn't shrunk since spotting her.
*****
"Fuck, fuck, fuuck..."
"Sis, calm down first."
Succubus gnawed her nails anxiously. A woman beside her patted her back soothingly.
Succubus was an A-rank villain, but weaker than most, so a superpower guard squad always shadowed her. Notably, her entire guard was stunning women.
"How the hell am I supposed to catch that ghost in three days?! Kyaaah!"
Crash!
She screamed, hurling everything in reach. Her guards watched with pity. They'd been with her since before Jet Stream—knew her struggles inside out.
"Sis, why not just run?"
A purple-haired woman suggested. No way she'd nab the perp in three days—better bolt before Jet Stream ditched her. Plenty wanted her head, even fellow lieutenants.
Exhausted, Succubus shook her head with a wistful look.
"Impossible... They've probably tailed me already. Try to run, and they'll pounce."
Serving the same lord, she knew her "allies'" cruelty. The ultimatum meant tails on her from the jump.
"Then beg Prime Night for help? He's Jet Stream's most trusted."
"Prime Night... Haa... No dice. He's crueler than Jet Stream. Won't even hear me out—mention help, and he'll tighten the noose."
Checkmate. No escape from doom.
*****
At Succubus's request to be alone, her guards relocated to the next room. They stared blankly at walls or floors, faces heavy with worry.
"...Girls."
"Yeah, sis?"
"What?"
The guard captain—a C-rank villain named [Lamia]—spoke with resolved eyes.
"Listen up from now."
"Huh? Sure, go ahead."
"I'm a traitor now. Or rather, since the business got wrecked, I was."
"What?!"
"Sis, no way?!"
The women gawked, baffled.
"...You don't mean...?"
But realization dawned quick.
"No!"
"That's insane!"
"Quiet—hear me out."
"....."
"You know it too. Catching the perp in three days? Faking one? Impossible."
Even faking needed an A-rank+ with remote building-busting powers. Where to find that?
"Your power can't wreck a building, sis."
"I'll figure a way. Just make it believable that I'm the real traitor."
"No! Jet Stream kills traitors!"
Lamia smiled at their cries.
"It's fine. Without you, I'd be dead long ago. My life's yours since then. Saving you with mine? Profitable trade."
"....."
The sisters fell silent, knowing her mind was set.
"...I'll join you, sis."
"What?"
"You're just C-rank. Solo building wrecker? No buy-in. My quake power's weak, but add me as co-traitor? Jet Stream buys it."
"But..."
"You said your life is Jennifer-sis's. Mine too. Gladly die for you."
Another raised her hand.
"Me too! I weaken rebar—makes the ruse easier."
"Count me in!"
"For Jennifer-sis, my life means nothing!"
"You girls..."
One by one, they volunteered as traitors. Lamia smiled sadly at her sisters.
"What is this? Then who's left to protect you?"
They burst laughing.
Clap clap clap!
"Touching...! So moving...! Overwhelming emotion...!"
A man clapped through tears at the guards' scene.
"....!"
Chills ran down Lamia's spine at the male voice behind. She whipped out her waist gun.
"Who?!"
The other guards drew, aiming at the man.
"Y-you...!"
"How'd he get here...!"
"...My god."
Recognizing him, they froze in horror.
"This is a tearjerker drama! Even my mighty cock's weeping! Tears gushing!"
Clap clap clap!
The man—Steel Armor—clapped in deep emotion.
*****
Thwack!
"Guh?!"
Tsk tsk tsk. Spies who don't watch their own backs get clocked like this, rookies.
"Done?"
Tailing Succubus stealthily led me to her mansion. Outsiders trashed her rep, but as one of S-rank villain Jet Stream's lieutenants, she lived large.
But I wasn't the only tail—three more rats. No need to guess why; they knew her dire straits.
I handled the watchers, then the perimeter guards. Alert Succubus or outsiders? Hassle.
Guards missed me entirely. Black suit, black mask, thick clouds hiding the moon.
All down, I infiltrated. Guards focused outside—mansion interior rat-free.
Heading up for Succubus, I overheard—
"I'm a traitor now. Or rather, since the business got wrecked, I was."