Deal
"How've you been?"
"....."
Officially, the entire Jet Stream trio was known to have died at my hands. But that wasn't the truth.
Prime Night and Giga Elephant were dead, but there was one exception—I hadn't killed Dragonian.
When Dragonian ran into me outside his usual club, he realized it was a trap but tried to win me over instead. I liked his boldness, so I spared him and dragged him to the bug farm.
And hell, Dragonian was a superpower user with the power of a dragon. A rare specimen like that was worth collecting, not killing off on a whim. What good would come from offing him? No cash, no gold. At least adding him to my bug collection was a gain.
Grind!
"Hey, you're creeping me out. Why the teeth grinding?"
Maybe because he'd built such a notorious rep under Jet Stream for so long, Dragonian didn't submit to me easily like the other bugs. He never showed fear, and whenever I dropped by, he'd bare his hostility and killing intent.
"Oh yeah, did I tell you? Your boss is fucked."
"...What?"
"Jet Stream. Got his ass handed to him by me. Bawling his eyes out."
"You motherfucker!!!!! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you! No matter what, I'll destroy you! Raaagh!!!!!!!"
"Kekekeke."
Teasing him like this was endlessly entertaining.
Grind!
Did I go too far? Dragonian's body started swelling up. His ragged clothes tore apart like burlap sacks. He was activating his superpower.
Beep!
Beep beep!
Beep beep beep beep!
As soon as Dragonian triggered his superpower, the collar clamped tight around his neck started blaring warnings.
No ordinary restraint could control villains with all sorts of wild superpowers. Even if heroes captured them, you never knew when they'd slip away. That's why the collar around Dragonian's neck had been developed.
What was it again? It detects some biometric signal that superpowered folks emit when using their abilities, and if it exceeds a threshold, boom—explosion. I didn't know the exact signal. My bad...!
Beyond that collar, there were other tools to bind villains, and the company making all of them was none other than Sanctuary Corp—my dad's outfit.
Thanks to that, I got the restraint collar easy through Ji-na.
"Hey, hey, cut that out or you'll blow up. Then how're you gonna get revenge on me?"
"Kuh! Graaaah!"
Dragonian flinched at my words and stopped using his power. But he wasn't satisfied, roaring in fury.
I looked down at him, leaned in, and met his eyes.
"How about it? Want a shot?"
I whispered.
"...What? A shot?"
"Yeah. A chance to get revenge on me."
"What bullshit is this?"
"Bullshit? Don't be like that, you're hurting my feelings."
"....."
Dragonian glared at me like he wanted to kill me. I flashed a cheeky grin and showed him a photo that had just come in on my phone.
"Here."
"...Wh-what the hell?!"
At first, he didn't recognize the guy in the photo. No surprise—he'd been beaten to a pulp by me and dosed with anesthetics for over 24 hours, so Jet Stream looked like absolute hell.
"B-boss!"
But he quickly clocked it was Jet Stream.
"You bastard! What the fuck did you do to the boss?!"
"Knocked him out for now. He's an S-rank villain, right? If we fight again, I'll stomp him flat, but I can't babysit him 24/7. So I put him to sleep."
"Raaagh! Boss! Snap out of it! Boss!!!!!"
"Yell all you want, he can't hear you, old man."
I pocketed my phone and stood up. Time for the real reason I'd come.
"You've got a job to do for me."
"What? Fuck off! Even if the sky falls, I ain't working for you!"
"What, you a dog lover or something? And if you don't? Then I'll have to kill your boss."
"Wha... what?"
"Why do you think I kept Jet Stream alive? If he's useless, toss him. Right?"
Grind!
Dragonian ground his teeth.
"Decide now. Work for me and save your boss? Or..."
A cruel smile curled my lips.
"I'll kill him? Your call."
"....."
The answer was obvious.
*****
After hearing Dragonian's reply, I headed straight to a hotel in District 83, where the Succubus was holed up.
"When the hell are you giving back Lamia?"
The moment I arrived, the Succubus demanded I return Lamia, her hostage.
I draped an arm around her shoulders and steered her toward the window.
"Long time no see, and that's the first thing you say? Let's have some fun first, then talk."
"Fun...? Lamia... Eek! Get your hand off!"
I slid my hand down from her shoulder and grabbed her breast. A soft, bountiful handful.
The Succubus tried to shake me off, but I kneaded away without a care.
"Keep bitching like that, and Lamia stays with me."
"Kuh! You sleazy bastard...!"
The Succubus cursed me out. Oh yeah.
"Not usually my thing, but a beauty like you calling me names? Fucking hot. Hit me with more?"
"Kgh...!"
I grinned wide, and she glared at me like I was a bug. Those fierce eyes made my dick swell.
Come to think of it, Yuna, Elis, and Ji-na were all obedient to me. Ji-na had a tsundere streak, but she always did what I asked. Obedient girls were great, but one who spat venom and hated my guts? It got me insanely hard.
Am I a perv?!
But hey, every guy's a perv deep down!
"Anyway, send your sisters out. Let's talk alone. Better for you too, right?"
"...Everyone, out."
"Sis!"
"But...!"
Reading the lewd hunger in my eyes, the Succubus bit her lip and ordered her sisters out. They protested, of course—they knew what I'd do to her alone.
'Worry about yourselves.'
I smirked inwardly at her wary sisters.
"A dog's virtue is obeying its master."
"My sisters aren't dogs!"
"Succubus?"
"....."
"Let's play nice when I'm smiling. Listen up. You get me?"
"...Out. Get out now!"
"S-sis..."
At my words, she yelled at her sisters to leave. They slunk out, downcast.
Now that she'd tasted my cock, the Succubus was mine. I wanted to treat her like a gentleman. But with her ripe body right there, and her dragging her feet, my raging lust made chivalry tough.
Succubus, I got purity too. Don't trample it, or I turn thug!
Once her sisters were gone, I sat on the bed and pulled her onto my lap. I stroked her belly—home to her precious womb—and asked.
"How much power you got left? Seems low. I topped you up right before the fight—why didn't you kill the Witch?"
"....."
She didn't answer. But that said enough.
She'd gone to kill the Witch but failed.
'More like she's not used to wielding that power.'
When had the Succubus ever handled S-rank villain-level strength? She'd absorbed my cum and charged into battle. If she was battle-hardened, the Witch would've died that day. But she wasn't, so it dragged into a war of attrition, flipping the odds against her.
'Worked out great for me, though.'
For me, needing every last Jet Stream remnant, her failure was good news.
"You still got their numbers, right?"
"...Who?"
"Who else? Your old coworkers."
"No way? You mean them?"
"Who else? You got 'em?"
"...Yeah. But why?"
"To use 'em, obviously."
"What...?"
I laid out my plan: use Jet Stream's remnants to trash the Don Quixote alliance's turf. Her eyes widened in shock.
"That'd be... huge gains... B-but they won't listen to you! Ahh!"
She gasped mid-sentence—I'd pinched her nipple.
"Master."
"What was that?"
"Call me Master, not 'you.' From now on, I'm your Master. Got it?"
"Why the hell should I—?!"
"Don't want Lamia back? Maybe I'll keep her."
"Kuh...!"
Lamia was her Achilles' heel. Just mentioning her shut down any protests. She could only glare, fuming.
"Look forward to it. Your Master here's gonna fuck you like a beast over and over. Your head'll be full of me. Don't say it won't happen—I keep my word."
"Kgh..."
"Anyway, back to business. They won't defy my orders."
"Why not?"
"'Cause Jet Stream's still alive."
"...What? Wh-what did you say...!"
Her eyes bulged at the news. Her reaction confirmed it—everyone thought Jet Stream was dead by my hand.
"I'll trade with the remnants: their loyalty for his life. If they impress me, he goes free."
"N-no!"
"Hm?"
"If Jet Stream comes back... it'll go right back to how it was!"
"Nah, won't happen."
"Huh?"
"To save their boss, the remnants'll fight like hell against the Don Quixote alliance—till they can't hold turf anymore. But that's no easy feat. Don Quixote's no pushovers. The remnants'll take heavy losses."
The Don Quixote alliance had the edge at first. Unlike the leaderless remnants, they had solid bosses holding it together. But the remnants weren't helpless—they were strong, high-level villains who knew the terrain inside out. They knew the best spots for guerrilla hits.
Plus, I'd send back one of the trio: Dragonian. That'd even the scales.
These two factions would bleed each other dry until I rebuilt my strength and restarted my conquest. Then I'd swallow them both whole.
That was the essence of using one's enemies against each other.
"And..."
Like I said, I keep my promises. If the remnants obey faithfully, I'd return Jet Stream.
Of course—
'Alive, that is.'
No limbs, missing organs, eyes gouged, tongue cut—still alive, right?
"Anyway, contact them. Tonight..."
I planned to meet the remnants tonight. But eyeing her ripe body, I checked the time and changed it.
"Nah, tomorrow night."