Let's Take a Break for Now

"Then it's a head-on approach..."

The problem was her loyalty was entirely directed toward Valencia, the Hero Association president. If this were a game, her loyalty meter would be pegged at 100.

"Fuck, I should've just let her die."

No, I should've killed her myself and snagged that 10% experience boost!

Everyone knew Valencia had a body enhancement superpower. Back in his active hero days, he was an S-rank hero, so his power level was at least level 10. That's 10% experience!

"But how the hell was I supposed to kill her... when our cute Armor-sama ordered me to save her."

Back then, I was the world's strongest sidekick, so I had to faithfully carry out the hero's command.

"Anyway, first things first—I need to learn about monsters."

The biggest reason my plan failed was the total lack of intel on monsters. Honestly, I figured a level 10 body enhancer could handle them no problem. But nope.

Monsters were opponents even I couldn't afford to underestimate right now. It wasn't for nothing that superpowered humans had walled themselves off behind walls of steel, isolating themselves like that.

Sure, the area was pretty vast, but compared to Earth, it wasn't that big.

"Speaking of monsters, there's someone who comes to mind..."

When I think monsters, one person pops up: my personal coordinator (or whatever), good ol' Peter Ellaine.

He looks a few years younger than me, but the guy's actually 365 years old—a total boomer!

Maybe because my clones drop by every day, he doesn't flip out at the sight of me anymore. He just rolls with it now.

Our conversations? Nothing deep.

Me: "Make me some clothes!"

Boomer: "No materials!"

Me: "Aww! I'll come back tomorrow! Eat this!"

Boomer: "Don't come back! *Nom nom*."

That's the pattern. He acts like he hates it, but he scarfs down everything I bring.

Anyway, Peter Ellaine's got this rare superpower I couldn't even pick at character creation: Reversed Heaven Tailor (Lv.10).

I once used a superpower generation ticket to scroll through the whole list, and stuff like Reversed Heaven Tailor or White Knight's Superman's Return weren't there.

Probably special powers players can't select.

For reference, here's Peter Ellaine's level traits:

The key ones to note are levels 6, 7, 8, and 9. All monster-related, with level 9's Monster Creation (Active) as the crown jewel.

If these traits are legit, it's basically a cheat code. Even a Gumiho's that strong—what if he could mass-produce monsters like her?

Dark City wouldn't be human territory anymore.

"If he can make monsters, he must know a ton about them."

Tomorrow—no, the day after—I gotta visit Peter Ellaine in person.

Know your enemy and know yourself, and you'll never lose a battle. I ain't dying stupidly by getting cocky with my superpowers.

Best case? Avoid Raonjena altogether. But fat chance!

I'm definitely making that haughty, sexy secretary mine.

"I'll plan the rest later... For now, time to rest."

Playfully.

*****

Yuna's at the Hero Association, Elis and Jina at the company, Emily's at the mart, Sujeong-i at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the hospital, Cheetergirl with Rachel—so that leaves the Succubus and her guard-slash-sister squad.

"Come to think of it, I haven't conquered Sujeong-i yet?"

I've known Sujeong-i forever, even kissed her, but we haven't done it yet. Haven't even asked her out.

"Should I call Sujeong-i too?"

Bring Sujeong-i in for a sloppy 5P with Yuna, Jina, Elis, and the Succubus.

Oh man, that's insane?

"Nah, can't stop there. Call Emily and Cheetergirl too."

That's 7P!

"Fuck yeah, 7P go!"

Boner alert! My soulmate, King God General Emperor Dragon Penis, swelled up in instant approval of my genius idea. You lucky bastard—know how good you got it with a master like me? When else you gonna romp with hotties like these?

"Plus, we're going all night."

The Succubus absorbs my semen and gets body stats rivaling a level 9 body enhancer. She won't tire out from an all-nighter.

And banging the Succubus lets me tag-team her guard sisters she treats like blood kin. Best of both worlds!

Vroooom!

"Outta my way, you fucks! I'm the king of the road!"

Floored it toward the Succubus's hotel.

Today—no, tomorrow—I'm enjoying the Succubus all night long.

*****

"What brings you here? The Succubus-sama is currently out."

Arriving at the Succubus's new mansion, I was greeted by Lamia, her guard captain and C-rank villain, glaring at me warily.

Back when Jet Stream was still kicking, I'd used Lamia to blackmail and deal with the Succubus. Fucked Lamia senseless, nearly to death.

But that glare? Not the look of a woman forced against her will.

Simple reason.

She's hooked on the pleasure I give her.

Later on, she was riding my thigh, grinding her hips on her own.

So it was wariness, not hatred.

Succubus out? Fine.

"Where'd she go?"

"That's..."

"Hey now. I'm the Succubus's owner—why can't you tell me?"

"...Sis isn't anyone's property."

She bristled at my words, snapping back with a fierce glare.

Lamia's upturned eyes make her look extra venomous when she glares—and that's her charm point.

Wanna tease her more?

"Wrong. The Succubus is my property. She's my slave. Tell her to bark like a dog, she barks. Oink like a pig, she oinks. The cum I've dumped in her pussy could fill a gas station."

"You... Shut up! How dare you insult Sis!"

"How dare I?"

"Eek...!"

I stepped right up to Lamia, close enough our chests touched, looming over her.

She panicked as I closed in.

"You just said 'how dare' to me?"

"Th-that's..."

"Lost your damn mind? And you're my slave too, remember? Forgot how you screamed on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my dick? Said you'd be my flesh toilet forever? My eternal cock house, cum dump? Forgot your place just 'cause I haven't fucked you lately?"

"Ah, ahh..."

Her venomous scowl melted into pure fear.

For the record, I'm not into verbally abusing women. Not turned on by trash talk.

But with Lamia? Her kink demanded it.

"Gonna have to retrain this cock house before I fuck your owner's pussy."

"Hahk!"

"Whoa? You slutty cock house—getting wet already? Pussy's soaked."

"N-no..."

"Bullshit. Look—my hand's drenched in your pussy juice."

"....."

I showed her my slick fingers; her face flushed as she bowed her head.

Yup. Lamia's a masochist.

Probably partly my fault.

...Like 0.04%?

Kept her as a hostage, clone-fucked her nonstop, got a bit rough—turned her out like this.

But 0.04% ain't on me. All her innate masochism.

Deep down, masochist Lamia was waiting.

No Succubus? Perfect. Play with her till she gets back. Wonder what she's doing out? Patrol?

"Follow me, you cock house slut. Gonna remind you of your place before your owner returns."

"Aaaah..."

Squelch! Lamia's pants soaked through with her juices.

Uh... too slutty?

*****

"Haa... I'm beat."

"You look exhausted. Want me to grab something sweet?"

"Nah. Heading home early to rest today."

"Yes, ma'am."

The Succubus sighed wearily after meeting Jet Stream's remnants, sorting supplies and future plans, gauging the overall situation.

Facing old comrades who hated her guts was mentally draining.

Good thing her "Steel Armor's subordinate" card kept things from turning violent, even if talks got heated.

A huge relief for her—without Steel Armor's semen, she was too frail for even A-rank villain status.

"Huh? No Lamia-unnie? Where'd she go?"

"Probably resting inside. Let's head in."

"Yes, Sis."

Lamia, in charge of mansion security, was MIA. Her guard and self-appointed daily driver, D-rank villain Lexi, tilted her head.

Lamia was all business—never slacked, even unseen.

So her absence puzzled Lexi, who knew her well.

Once inside, the Succubus and Lexi learned exactly where Lamia was—and what she was doing.

Haaang~Huuang~

"Wrong, Master! Huaaang~!"

"....."

"....."

The echoing moans—definitely Lamia's voice—rang out.

Paling, the Succubus and Lexi bolted toward the source: the Succubus's own bedroom.

"Sorry, Master! This cock house got cocky with you! Sorry, so sorry, sooo sorryyy!"

"Fucking slut cumming again? I haven't cum yet—why're you going first?"

Huuung... Haaa...

"Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"

The Succubus shrieked at the sight of Steel Armor mercilessly pounding Lamia.

Incongruously cheerful, he waved like it was no big deal.

"Oh? Succubus, you're back? Long time no see, cutie Lexi. Hang on a sec? Hey, cum's coming—swallow every drop. Here it comes!"

Glurk!

He rammed his massive cock balls-deep into Lamia's throat and unloaded.

She thrashed, choking, but he held till he finished.

"L-Lamia... Why?! Why touch Lamia?!"

The Succubus screamed at Lamia's wrecked state—handprints everywhere, cum ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠leaking from pussy and ass.

"Huh? What's with the face? No way... You thought I didn't fuck your sisters? C'mon, you knew."

"....."

Speechless, the Succubus gaped at Steel Armor's mocking grin.