Cut Off His Hands and Feet (3)
Ding!
As her phone buzzed, the Succubus, who had been pacing the room anxiously, hurriedly checked it.
"....!"
It was a text from Steel Armor.
Her eyes widened as she read the message.
"Ah... aaaah..."
"Sis!"
"You okay? What'd that bastard say?"
Thanks to absorbing Steel Armor's semen, power surged through her body—but the moment she saw the text, her legs gave out.
The women from her guard squad rushed over to support her.
Too drained to speak, the Succubus simply showed her sisters the message from Steel Armor.
They reacted just like her.
"Oh my god..."
"We knew he was an S-rank villain, but he actually took down a Dragonian...?"
The Dragonian had been a formidable villain, one on the cusp of S-rank. If he'd had another five—no, three—years, Jet Stream's forces would have grown even stronger.
His prized trio all had the potential to reach S-rank. That would have given Jet Stream four S-rank villains in total, including himself. No need to play it safe and watch their backs like they did now.
But Jet Stream hadn't gotten that time.
Not with the supernova shaking up Dark City: Steel Armor.
"If he takes out Giga Elephant and Prime Knight too..."
"That's not all—he said he'd handle the other executives too..."
"....."
No one said it aloud.
But the same thought flashed through all their minds: the fall of Jet Stream.
The man who raped them and urged betrayal was about to topple their king.
Being gang-raped by Steel Armor's clones had felt utterly humiliating at the time.
But now? Their bodies heated up.
Yet fear gripped them too.
Who could dismantle Jet Stream in three days—or two?
"...It's not over yet. We need to keep watching. Anyway, any luck finding where Lamia's being held?"
"Sorry, sis. We figure she's at Steel Armor's base, but the surveillance is too tight. Can't pinpoint her exact spot."
"....."
The Succubus had betrayed Jet Stream and bet on Steel Armor, but she hadn't gone all-in. Just in case he lost, she'd tracked where he'd stashed Lamia as a hostage.
To rescue her if needed—and get her sisters out safely. She'd even splurged on one-way tickets to Red Town.
Tickets to other cities were insanely pricey, by the way. At least three million dollars each.
Monsters didn't just claim the land—they ruled the skies and seas too.
Trade with other cities was essential, so flights and ships were escorted by elite monster hunters.
Unlike heroes or villains, these were superpowered veterans who'd spent their lives slaying monsters. Protection like that didn't come cheap.
Anyway, for her sisters, the Succubus had liquidated her entire fortune for those tickets.
She hadn't bought one for herself, though. Her plan was to buy time, keeping Jet Stream from touching them.
"Keep digging. Tomorrow, Steel Armor will come storming in with his forces. We have to find Lamia before then."
"Got it, sis."
"But... sis."
"Yeah?"
"Is Steel Armor really a multi-superpower user?"
"....."
One sister's words silenced the Succubus.
She'd been furious learning her sisters had been raped by Steel Armor's clones.
But that volcanic rage cooled fast, replaced by sheer shock.
His power was body enhancement—she knew it firsthand, having been fucked by him and absorbed his semen.
That made it chilling.
If her sisters were telling the truth, Steel Armor had clone creation on top of that.
Two superpowers.
Conventional wisdom said one body, one power.
Scientists and professors researching superpowers all preached that multi-powers were impossible.
Yet Steel Armor had two.
Her worldview shattered in that moment.
"...That's not important right now. Find Lamia first. Got it?"
"Yes, sis."
The Succubus was sharp. Steel Armor being a multi-user was astounding, sure.
But surviving the immediate crisis came first.
She knew exactly what to focus on.
*****
"That bastard's surprisingly diligent."
I muttered, eyeing the gym still lit up late at night.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
The punching bag sounds hadn't stopped.
My next target, the A-rank villain Giga Elephant, was inside.
From what the Succubus said, he was the poster boy for brute stupidity. Ignorant, common-sense deficient. Couldn't even recite the multiplication table past 3s and half of 4s (4x5).
But his loyalty to Jet Stream was off the charts. Once, Jet Stream joked "drop dead," and Giga Elephant took it seriously—burst into tears and tried to off himself.
Deeply moved, Jet Stream promoted him straight to core executive.
"Time to go."
I landed lightly and slipped into the gym where Giga Elephant waited.
Easier than the Dragonian. Cocky bastard hadn't brought a single minion.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Inside, Giga Elephant was pounding a massive bag bare-knuckled.
"Whoa... been a while since I saw someone bigger than me."
He wasn't just tall (220cm)—his bulk dwarfed mine. Not ripped, though. His heavy flab jiggled with every hit.
But with my gym rat memories, I knew better.
Camouflage fat!
That flab hid serious muscle.
Common misconception: less fat is always better. Wrong. Fat acts like armor; without it, you take raw damage.
Picture two Giga Elephants: one fatty, one pure muscle. Fatty wins 100/100 times. Shock absorption gap is huge.
Boom!
The bag finally burst after his barrage. Sand poured out—along with bloodied men.
Wait, what?
"Heh heh heh."
I let out a hollow laugh.
No hallucination. Bloated corpses tumbled from the hole with the sand, twitching faintly.
They hadn't had the strength to block his punches.
"Hoo! Hot... uh? Who the hell're you?"
Wiping sweat with his towel-draped shoulder, Giga Elephant finally noticed me.
Thud-thud!
The floor shook with each step.
Ugh... heavy footsteps are the worst!
"New guy? Why the mask? Ain't it stuffy?"
"You don't know me?"
"Nah. Who're you?"
"Heh heh heh..."
Not famous enough? Or just that dumb? Latter, probably.
"I'm—"
"Anyway, perfect timing. I was short-handed."
"Huh?"
Rustle-rustle—he started stripping.
This pig motherfucker assaulted my eyes with his grotesque body.
Oh fuck, my eyes!
"Suck it."
"....."
He shoved his filthy dick at me, demanding a blowjob.
No way.
I checked the dead guys from the bag. All pretty boys, handsome types. Even a teen among them.
"Heh heh heh... don't wanna die? Suck quick."
"...Ha. What a clown."
First time for this. Hollow laugh escaped.
Squeeze!
I clenched my fist. Thing's too nasty for even bugs.
Big bros! Killing this ain't murder, right? Tell me if you're watching!
[Hmm... uhmm... uhhmm...! Yeah, this ain't murder.]
After agonizing, Batman ruled it no murder.
Joker nodded like duh, spraying bullets.
Thanos snapped sans gauntlet.
My three spiritual pillars decreed: no-kill off, still legit.
This is legal!
"Let's go."
"Suck qui—huh? Where?"
"Hell."
Crack!
"Ugh? It huuuurts~"
Smashed my fist into his face.
*****
An hour into the brawl with Giga Elephant.
"Guhhhh..."
"Huff... huff... fuck, gonna die... shit, first time for a bastard like this."
I stared at the groaning heap on the floor with disgust.
He'd gotten brutally pummeled for an hour straight.
His power: Hungry Elephant. Trunk elongated, ears flapped, bulk hit nearly 3m.
Didn't change the outcome.
Just made killing him a tad harder.
"Now I get how those heroes and villains felt fighting me."
Giga Elephant had dumped all nine traits into defense—he just wouldn't drop. Bouncing back like a damn roly-poly.
My fists even ached from pounding.
No matter how hard I hit, no kill.
Frustrated the whole time.
Heroes and villains who'd despaired against me must've felt the same.
"I'm a genius after all."
Proved all-in defense was the way.
One trick to seem pro: piss 'em off royally.
Hear that in-game? Means you're god-tier.
Trash can't admit you're better. Cry hack or smurf.
Anyway, pummeling Giga Elephant let me feel their rage firsthand.
Confirms my defensive trait spam was spot-on.
"Ugh... it huuurts..."
"Thanks, pig elephant fuck."
I approached the whimpering lump, tossing gratitude.
Now I knew my fifth power.
"Fifth one's gotta be Penetration (defense pierce)."
I tank, they don't. Perfect offense-defense balance.
"S-spare..."
"Spare what? Just die."
Squish!
Stomped his skull full force. Pinkish brains splattered.
"Fuck, took too long."
Watched his power absorb into my tattoo, then turned.
Still plenty of Jet Stream's limbs to lop off.