#148 Steam Users (2)
I took Ji-na and Elis to their room and enjoyed our usual fun sex time. Of course, Ji-na was the real deal, while Elis was one of my Marks. Right now, Ji-na was nestled in my arms, gently stroking my cock as we savored the afterglow.
They say it's addictive to learn late in life—like theft. Ji-na, who'd crossed the line with her family, now craved sex even more than I did, as if she'd never hesitated. Hell, sometimes she'd even take my cock in her mouth without me asking. A slut just for me—couldn't ask for better.
"Hey."
"Tsk. Don't say 'hey,' call me oppa like I told you. Anyway, what?"
"Us... how long can we keep this up?"
"Huh?"
Her sudden words made me look down at Ji-na. Her face was deeply gloomy.
"You know what I mean. Even if we're not blood-related, everyone else sees us as real siblings."
"..."
Right now, we could indulge without caring about prying eyes, but we couldn't keep this relationship forever. And we were the kids of Dark City's richest family. Eyes always followed us. Sure, I laid low as a NEET and horny bastard with zero public activity, so less scrutiny on me. But Ji-na was different. As Sanctuary Corp's director, she flaunted her abilities everywhere, drawing stares no matter where she went.
If our relationship leaked, the 9 o'clock news would be plastered with us. Fiery forbidden love in chaebol family! Siblings in love! Some bullshit headline like that. Ji-na was worrying about something that might happen someday.
"Worrying about that already? If it gets tough, we just run away."
"What? Run?"
"Forgot who I am? I'm Steel Armor. Even without Mom and Dad's money, I could support not just you, but dozens—hundreds—for life."
I subtly flexed that I had a ton of women. Gotta plant the seeds now for threesomes and foursomes with Ji-na later.
"Ah... yeah, squeeze harder."
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Ah... fucking love it."
Ji-na stroked my cock with devoted care.
"Anyway, Ji-na. We'll worry about the future later. We barely meet in public anyway—how would anyone find out?"
"True, but..."
"Hehe~ Don't worry about it. Guess I gotta make sure you can't think of anything else."
"Eek! What're you doing? I hate this position!"
I flipped her over into doggy, and Ji-na threw a tantrum. She loved missionary or cowgirl, but always got shy in doggy.
Squelch!
"Why? It goes deeper, feels better, right?"
"S-still... Hng! Ahh~!"
I rocked my hips, and Ji-na let out moans soaked in pleasure. Should we go all night?
"Hm?"
I froze mid-thrust, gripping Ji-na's ass.
"Steam?"
"W-what?"
"Nah, nothing. Your pussy's the absolute best, Ji-na."
I praised her and resumed thrusting.
What drug looks like green juice?
But my mind was on the new drug Steam my subordinate brought.
*****
I (Mark Two) stared intently at the liquid in the syringe, then at Baldy who'd brought it.
"So some asshole came to you and pitched selling this together?"
"Yes, sir!"
Baldy stood ramrod straight before me, answering energetically.
I eyed him closely. Didn't seem like he was lying.
Who the fuck?
Steam was a new drug blowing up—already on the news despite being fresh. Drug trade rakes in insane cash, so plenty of reckless criminals jump in. But it's no cakewalk. You need production facilities and manpower, a monopoly on distribution, muscle to protect or steal routes, and constant bribes to the power players. Nail all that, then you're in the game.
Like I said, Steam's new but news-famous. Means tons of addicts already, solid distribution secured. It's a golden goose. And now they wanna share it?
Villains—no, criminals—sharing profits first? I'd sooner believe the sun rises in the west tomorrow.
They steal, they don't share. If they're offering a sweet deal like this, reason's obvious.
Trap.
To lure me in. Don't know the specifics yet, but dirty intentions? Bet my balls on it.
This'll be fun.
A grin crept up. Wonder who'll entertain me this time? And if the trap-setters had body enhancers, that'd be perfect—no hunting around.
"They said they'd come to District 80 tomorrow?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Tell 'em we're in."
"Yes, sir! Loyalty!"
"Loyalty."
Baldy saluted like a soldier and left.
"...Why'd I salute back?"
I'd instinctively returned it. Something about "loyalty" makes you wanna play along, huh?
"Guess I'll hit up Yuna first."
Hero Association's gotta have intel on Steam. It's all over the news—they've investigated for sure. My info network sucks compared to theirs.
"Yo, Yuna? It's me—can you talk? Yeah. Not that—just wondering if you know about this new drug Steam? Yeah, that. Can you dig on the makers and distributors? Yeah... What? What'd you say?"
I tilted my head at Yuna's words. Then a fun idea hit.
This... might be a game-changer card.
*****
"B-Boss! Big trouble!"
"Hm?"
I was pondering how to use Yuna's info when Jungbo burst in without knocking. This fucker dares barge into the boss's room? I'd given him mid-boss privileges, but he'd lost all fear. Time for a smackdown?
"Just got word..."
"Hold up."
"Yes?"
"Watch your mouth from now on. You burst into the boss's room without knocking? If this ain't big, you're hitting the hospital today. Got it?"
"Uh? Y-Yes..."
"Spit it out. What's the big deal?"
"The guys guarding the District 80 drug factory and the workers—all massacred!"
"..."
Fuck, real big deal.
"You fucker!"
"Yes?"
"That huge, and you drag it out? Mid-boss my ass—what's important?!"
"Yes?"
This guy?
"Snap out of it!"
"Ah! Sorry! Most are dead!"
"Fuck."
Who the hell fucked up my district? Too many suspects to narrow.
"Who's in charge of District 80? Titan Pipe?"
"Yes!"
"Where's that fucker now?"
"W-Well..."
Jungbo hesitated, glancing nervously before speaking.
"No contact yet..."
"What?"
My brow furrowed. Have I been out too much? Massacre in his zone—mass murder—and still no word? Gotta clean house after this.
"We're heading to District 80 now."
"Yes!"
*****
I arrived at the murder scene drug factory with Jungbo and the Baldies.
"Urk!"
"Fuck, what's all this..."
"..."
The Baldies—who flinched at nothing—retched at the carnage. Even I felt my stomach churn. Bodies mangled like beast attacks, organs spilling out.
"...Who the fuck."
Anger surged, nausea forgotten. Jet Stream blew up my factory once, but that killed incidentally—not butchered like this. Their twisted faces said organs ripped out alive and eaten.
"Who did this?!"
"W-We’ll find out! What're you idiots doing? Check CCTV now!"
"Y-Yes!"
My rage spooked Jungbo into whipping the men. Pale Baldies rushed inside for CCTV.
Didn't take long to ID the perps.
"...The fuck is this?"
The culprits? Baldies—with skull tattoos. My own men. I couldn't hide my shock watching CCTV.
"Those fuckers had powers?"
"Ch-Checking now!"
Jungbo bolted to verify if the killer Baldies were empowered.
Meanwhile, I kept watching. They sprayed workers with guns till ammo ran dry, ditched 'em, and charged on all fours. Leaping like wolves, tearing into workers. Other Baldies fired back—no use. Perps dodged bullets visibly, counterattacked. Good no sound—puke fest otherwise.
After slaughter, they feasted on corpses and vanished off-cam. Not inside, so outside.
"Wake everyone—full alert. Kill those beast fucks on sight."
"Got it!"
"Boss! Figured it out—they're not empowered!"
"Ha... Normies did that?"
I scoffed at Jungbo. Biting? Fine. But ripping people barehanded? Normie shit?
Bullshit.
No powers, no ripping humans barehanded. So two options.
All six awakened powers—insane odds.
Or—
Someone force-awakened 'em.
First is nonsense. Only one answer.
And the prime suspect...
"Steam."
The day that guy pitched joint sales, this happens. Too coincidental for "coincidence."
"Fun."
Don't know who, but first to piss me off in ages. Credit where due.
*****
Took a while, but B-rank villain Titan Pipe—District 80 manager—finally showed. Reeking of booze; been drinking till now.
"What the fuck are you?!"
"Kragh!"
I kicked him; he screamed, tumbling back. Sure, I hired merc villains post-Jet Stream for muscle, but this was peak retard.