Jet Stream (1)
"Prime Knight taken down that easily..."
The Succubus stared in bewilderment at Prime Knight's corpse, torn clean in half. For a legendary man who'd stood by Jet Stream's side for over a decade, fighting countless heroes and villains, it was an utterly pathetic end.
I approached the Succubus as she blankly gazed at the body.
Snap!
"Ow!"
"Didn't I tell you not to use your powers?"
"..."
I spoke in a stern tone, like a father scolding a wayward child, and the Succubus hung her head low.
The Succubus draws her strength from absorbing men's semen and converting it into power. But every time she uses her abilities, the absorbed semen in her body depletes rapidly. In other words, the longer she fights, the weaker she gets.
With the upcoming battle against Jet Stream, I'd told her to handle the other executives while leaving the top brass to me—and explicitly ordered whoever she brought along not to engage them. But she'd disobeyed.
"...I'm sorry."
"Tch."
Seeing her apologize like a whipped puppy killed any lingering anger. She'd occasionally glare at me with rebellious eyes over taking Lamia hostage, but now that fire was completely gone. Witnessing Prime Knight get ripped apart in one shot had clearly broken her spirit.
"Anyway, how much semen did you burn through?"
"...That's true, but could you phrase it differently? The kids are here."
"Why? I'm not wrong."
"Sure, but say it nicer. Please."
"Fine. How about cock juice?"
"..."
Just like that, her whipped-puppy vibe vanished, replaced by an icy glare.
Hey, come on! Semen and cock juice mean the same thing!
"Anyway, how much did you use?"
"Barely any."
"So you did use some? Come on."
"Huh? N-no way...?"
I grabbed the Succubus's wrist and headed into the overgrown garden thick with bushes and trees. The mansion was ashes thanks to Prime Knight, and the vehicles were wrecked. The intact garden was our only cover.
"Wait a sec!"
"A sec? You think this is a game?! Lives are on the line! You gonna throw yours away? The Succubus is selfish!"
"What the hell?!"
"Boss! Full tank!"
I dragged the Succubus into the bushes and replenished her more than she'd spent.
*****
"Haa~ I'm beat."
"Senior, want me to give you a massage?"
"For real? Yeah, hit me."
Aqua Girl kneaded Ice Queen's shoulders.
"Ah... that's nice..."
Despite her slender frame, she had surprisingly strong hands—each press melted away the fatigue. A smile crept across Ice Queen's lips, visible below her mask covering eyes and nose.
"How's that, Senior? Good pressure?"
"Yeah, perfect. You take massage classes or something?"
"Nah, just got the hang of it from doing it a lot..."
Ice Queen had no idea those hands had been massaging cock and balls moments ago.
"Training hard?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, Senior. Your tips are gold—definitely feeling the difference."
"Good to hear. Same methods hit different for everyone."
"Ah."
Ice Queen really liked Aqua Girl. Whenever possible, she'd pass on her know-how. The girl's rapid growth was impressive, but more than that, Ice Queen admired her kind heart.
Heroes usually prioritized capturing villains on calls—fair, since they might cause havoc elsewhere. But lately, they obsessed over arrests for promotions, ignoring victims entirely.
Ice Queen felt a pang seeing juniors chase only money, fame, and clout. Aqua Girl was her one breath of fresh air—meticulous about both captures and victim safety.
"Oh, Senior, gotta take this call."
"Hm? Yeah, go ahead."
Aqua Girl bowed and stepped to the corner.
"Yesh, honey~? Picked up~?"
'Boyfriend?'
Ice Queen figured from the cutesy tone.
"Yes?!"
'Huh?'
"Y-yes, got it... Oh my god...! Understood!"
'What's up?'
Ice Queen stood, sensing the shift. Sure enough, Aqua Girl yelled.
"Senior! Steel Armor and Jet Stream are at war!"
"...What?"
S-rank villain vs. S-rank villain. Word reached Valencia fast; soon, the Hero Association was on high alert.
*****
My turf spanned districts 72 to 80—nine in total. Ambitious residents among them shaved their heads, got skull tattoos, and joined Skull Head Gang. That netted 500 already. Leaving defenders at bases, I could field at least 400.
Normals without powers, sure—but better than nothing.
"They're coming."
"..."
In the distance, people approached me and the Succubus. Leading were my villains like Karinbia and Jungbo, backed by baldies with creepy skull head tattoos.
"Eek!"
"R-run!"
"They're stealing hair! Run!"
"You bald fuck?"
"Hey! We're civilians! Not defectors!"
Terrified by the bald horde, folks clutched their precious locks and fled indoors.
Soon, my crew lined up before me.
"Sorry we're late, Boss."
"Nah, perfect timing." Karinbia, who'd coordinated in my stead, stepped forward and bowed.
"You know who she is, right?"
"Yes. Pleasure, Succubus. I'm Karinbia."
"Karinbia... Heard lots. Nice to meet you."
A weird tension crackled between the Succubus and Karinbia.
What? My senses are sharp—did you two date or something?!
'If so, time to Karin-bia her ass.'
Erasing a woman's past is a man's duty. Not that I'd ever Karin-bia Karinbia. It was just mutual wariness.
"Let's move."
"Yes, Boss!"
I turned and strode ahead; the crew followed.
*****
Jet Stream was in district 95; to reach it, we passed 90 and 94—per the Don Quixote alliance plan.
"Damn it! Block 'em!"
"Boss! Contact the boss quick!"
"Raaagh!"
District 90: Jet Stream's goons had set up after hearing. Bullets and powers flew as we appeared.
"Daring to plant your filthy asses on Boss's turf! I'll kill you all!"
I eyed the raging leader up front and asked the Succubus.
"Who's that?"
"A-rank villain Fire Snake. Rules 90, Jet Stream superfan."
"Yeah?"
I launched forward. No orders given, my crew panicked, yelling my name and chasing.
"Boss!"
"Dangerous!"
Who was in danger? Me? Them? Definitely not me.
"Fire Snake!"
"Steel Armor...! Yeah! You're the culprit! Die!"
True to his fanatic rep, Fire Snake charged instead of fleeing. A massive snake of flame erupted from his hand toward me.
"You little shit! Dad said playing with fire means pissing the bed! Why ignore it when you wet every night?!"
"Shut your trap!"
"Trap? Talking shit to Dad? You fucking ungrateful brat!"
I repelled the encroaching fire snake with Repulsion and kept charging. He tried burning me, but it bounced off every time, unable to close in.
"Why! Why won't it hit?!"
"Confucians always beat ungrateful brats!"
"What bullshit!"
"Shut it, you foreign traitor!"
"Raaagh!"
Fire Snake fought desperately, but it was futile. Even 9-level couldn't touch me; an 8-level blocking? Impossible.
Skirmish ended in 10 minutes.
"Jungbo!"
"Yes, Boss!"
"This one, that one, those guys—all of 'em. Haul 'em off."
"Got it! Let's go!"
Jungbo and the baldies loaded my picks—powered villains like Fire Snake—into vehicles. No powers on our side, but knocked out, they'd hold till the bug farm.
"Succubus!"
"Yes."
Bloody-handed, she trotted up.
"Only one exec like Fire Snake?"
"Yeah. Checked—no others."
"Nice. Plan's on track."
Jet Stream's turf was chaos. I hit 90; Don Quixote's crew struck 84, 91, 96, 99. Ruling big meant big cash—but big defense headaches. Even on my turf, with just Jungbo and baldies, I'd watched rivals take chunks. With seven execs and the trio dead by my hand, holding all was impossible.
"Karinbia."
"Yes."
"Don Quixote?"
"Hitting Jet Stream's zones now."
"So their base is empty?"
"Probably left a few guards."
"Good."
I nodded, pleased—mask hid my smile from the crew.
"Move out! Jet Stream's waiting, eyes popping."
"Yes."
We pushed to 94 unopposed.
*****
No blockers in 94 either—just snipers wasting time. I clicked my tongue at dead baldies.
"Tch. Shoulda prepped bulletproof vests?"
Vests wouldn't save 'em—snipers were pros; heads gone.
Succubus and I flew to the shots' origin, avenging them. She shredded snipers like confetti.
You polar bear or what? But I spared mine—they leaped to cover, terrified.
I didn't kill!
[Then it's fine.]
See? Even Batman says no murder!
We rolled into 95—Jet Stream's zone—and spotted 94's defenders.
"So that's where they all went."
Unlike my setup, Jet Stream used a full 60-story hotel as HQ. Crawling with goons inside and out—an impregnable fortress.