#162 Who Are You?

"These fuckers are working their asses off to save the boss."

"Hng... Yes?"

"Nothing. Ahh... right there, feels good. Lick it more."

"Yesss... hng..."

At my request, Elis took my balls into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue. At the same time, she gripped the shaft hard with her hand, stroking it up and down, while rubbing my tip against her forehead. We'd been fucking almost every day without fail, so Elis now knew exactly how to make me feel good.

While receiving her devoted service, I checked today's news headlines.

The Jet Stream remnants, centered around the Dragonians, were wreaking absolute havoc in Don Quixote alliance territory, just as I'd ordered. The level of destruction rivaled superpower terrorists.

The districts the Don Quixote alliance had recently claimed were all formerly under Jet Stream remnant control. They were exploiting their superior knowledge of the terrain to inflict maximum damage.

Letting the Dragonians loose was a godsend.

Without them, the remnants wouldn't have been this aggressive. The Don Quixote leaders were just a hair below Jet Stream's trio in strength.

While these guys beat each other to a pulp, I'll build up my own power.

My biggest weakness? No reliable subordinates I could trust with real work. Karinbia was the only A-rank villain I had—need I say more?

After the war with Jet Stream, my territory expanded from District 71 to 84—fourteen districts in total. If I hunkered down and focused on internal affairs for about a year, I'd build an unstoppable force.

"..."

But there was one fatal flaw with that plan.

I hate sitting still.

Yeah. I didn't want to hole up for a year playing administrator. I wanted to roam the streets daily, stirring up chaos. Buried in paperwork every day? I'd rather die.

If it came to that, I'd disband the Skull Head Gang and live as a freewheeling mercenary villain. Way better.

"Finding workers? Just sic Karinbia or the Succubus on it... Leave gang ops to Jungbo... Hmm."

"Slurp... Hmm, pfft..."

I looked down at Elis, diligently sucking my cock.

A woman freshly turned adult, freed from her shackles, yearning for freedom.

Has anything really changed from back then to now?

I wondered if she truly felt free now. I appreciated her staying by my side, but I didn't want to become her new chain.

...And solve the talent shortage while I'm at it.

Elis had been educated by top private tutors. Her mind was flexible, not rigid. No superpowers meant no combat role, but she could help in other areas.

Let's test the waters.

"Elis."

"Hng... Chup! Yes?"

"You feeling cooped up in this life?"

"Now? Why do you ask?"

"Just hit me. Wondering if I'm really giving you freedom. Same old cage, just different people and place—thought popped up."

"Uh..."

She froze, caught off guard by the sudden question mid-blowjob. Fair enough—who wouldn't be?

Serious talks needed serious vibes, not naked chit-chat. But I didn't care. This was perfect for deep talk. Why? Because no one was more serious than me during sex!

"Way better than before."

"For real?"

"Yeah. I can eat whatever I want, and we go on dates sometimes."

"..."

Such simple joys. Thrilled over unlimited snacks... What kind of life did you have at home? Was it a prison?

She said she liked it now, but that didn't mean freedom. If she felt truly free, she wouldn't have said "better than before."

It was improved, but still not free.

"Anything you wanna do?"

"Wanna do?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"If there is, I'll make it happen."

"Uh..."

She pondered, then smiled and shook her head.

"No, I'm good. Nothing really."

"Elis!"

"Y-Yes?!"

"You don't trust your oppa?"

"I do."

"Everyone's got dreams. So don't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠overthink—just say it boldly. No, demand it. 'I wanna do this. You brought me here, so help me make it happen.' Like that."

"But..."

"I don't want a caged canary chirping away. I want a proud eagle soaring free."

"..."

"If nothing comes to mind, think hard. I'll make anything you want happen. Got it?"

"Um... then, oppa."

"Yeah?"

As I positioned her on my thigh for the main event, she spoke up. Her face flushed, heart racing with nerves.

"There is... something I wanna try."

"Yeah? What?"

"...Can I really say?"

"Hey! Don't you trust oppa? I might not hold hands during sex, but I'll do anything you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ask."

"Pfft!"

She covered her mouth, bursting into laughter. Then she hugged me tight, laughing loudly.

"Thanks, oppa."

She kissed my cheek.

"Actually..."

I nodded at her words, pulling her into a tight embrace. Her slender frame fit perfectly in my arms.

"Yeah, I'll help you."

*****

"Ah... too bad, felt so good?"

I stroked the smooth curve of Elis's back as she slept, exhausted. Sweat-slick from our intense romp, but not a hint of filth.

"Tch. Kinda disappointing."

I'd hoped she'd help me out. Smart, beautiful Elis by my side? Pure bliss in every way!

But no—her dream was different.

'Actually... I wanna work at a company like Jina unnie. I've studied hard since I was little to help with the family business. Wanna see if all that studying pays off for real.'

How could I ask her to help me when she wanted office life?

"Jina can make a spot for Elis at the company... Problem's the Gwen corp..."

Gwen Corp was in District 46, not far from Sanctuary Corp's District 53. Bad luck, and Gwen folks might spot Elis commuting.

"Elizabeth Gwen..."

I searched her name on my phone. The buzz had died down, but a week ago, headlines screamed about the chaebol heiress kidnapped and still missing.

"And that fucker Duran keeps hunting for Elis."

Duran's obsession lingered. Uncle Chris said he was more zealous than the Gwens. Duran was under house arrest for "self-reflection." As Francesco Corp's heir, his scandals had tanked shareholder trust. The chairman locked him down to secure the throne.

"What a mess. Why the fuck do drugs?"

Duran's fuckups were all massive. Drug-fueled birthday orgies, raping 20-something models with his "besties." Corporate cover-up hid his role as host, but the real bomb? Calling the Hero Association high as fuck!

The counselor leaked the call online, sparking outrage.

"Fucking psycho. Drugs, fine—but Siege. Public. Zone. Alpha?"

Drugs? Instant high. SPZA? Five-minute queue bullshit!

High, he prank-called heroes to arrest him. They actually raided his room.

"Poking Ice Queen? Who the fuck touches her?"

Ice Queen was the Hero Association's idol—massive fanbase. Yuna said even insiders adored her. Bragging he was banging her turned a prank into a shitstorm.

"Ugh, ears itching."

Someone talking about ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me? Anyway, ex-fiancé Duran meant Francesco employees might recognize Elis. Their HQ was District 49, between Sanctuary and Gwen.

"Just clean up Francesco and Gwen?"

For Elis's smooth career, those two corps needed handling. No one who knew her face.

"This'll blow up huge... Tell Jina. She'll have better ideas."

Check with Jina first, then decide.

Vrrr—! Vrrr—!

"Huh? Who?"

As I cuddled Elis, killing time, my phone vibrated like a demon possessed it.

"Emily? What's up?"

It was her home number.

"Emily?"

Emily calls? I'm there. Time to shake my hips again! But her voice sounded flustered. What's up at home?

Perfect timing—my main body was dropping off Sujeong-i, so I swung toward Emily's.

"Egu~ Our Elis is so soft and squishy, like she has no bones!"

I (Mark Three) hugged Elis's body close and closed my eyes, handing Emily off to the main body.

*****

"Nng... Huh? Morning already?!"

Emily jolted awake on the sofa, sunlight streaming in. She'd dozed waiting for late-rehearsing Rachel.

Already morning?! Rachel?!

"Rachel? Rachel!"

She rushed to Rachel's room. Her face drained of color.

Gone! Rachel was gone!

"No...!"

Blood fled her face—paler than paper.

"Rachel! No! Where are you?!"

No time for clothes, she bolted outside.

My precious daughter! Gotta find her...

"...Huh?"

"Hmnya... ehehe... tickles..."

Found her? No clue why, but Rachel was fine—blanket-wrapped, sleeping outside instead of in.

Grinning in her sleep, not cold all night.

"Ah, aah..."

Relief hit; legs buckled, she collapsed. Safe—that's all.

Now calm, she spotted the blanket on the ground. Someone covered her—no need to guess who.

"Rachel, you...!"

Eyes narrowed. Sleeping or not, wake Mom! And why outside?!

She staggered over, yanking the blanket.

"Get up now...?"

"Kyarrung..."

Shocked. Under the blanket, an unknown adult woman curled in Rachel's arms, sleep-talking—and licking her chin!

"Wh-who are you?!"

"...Kyarrung—"

"Hehehe... tickles... stop..."

Emily's question ignored—Cheetgirl kept licking Rachel's face.