Yuna Has Gone Mad
Watching Steel Armor overwhelm the Gumiho, Flame Witch turned to Aqua Girl beside her.
"We didn't even need to show up."
To hide their identities, they weren't in their usual hero costumes but in women's business suits with skull-patterned masks like Steel Armor's. The two were on standby here just in case. Steel Armor had planned to call them in if the Gumiho turned out stronger than expected. He was strong enough to have no equals among heroes or villains, but he was thorough enough to prepare for any contingency.
Of course, in reality, it was 100% motivated by his dirty desire to shove his dick into the Gumiho—but those two women had no idea.
Aqua Girl nodded in agreement with Flame Witch's words.
"Yeah, right?"
"???"
Flame Witch gave her a strange look at the casual reply, delivered so matter-of-factly in banmal. She was one of the less than ten S-rank heroes in the Hero Association, while Aqua Girl was just one of the dime-a-dozen B-rank heroes. For a mere B-rank like her to speak casually to Flame Witch? Her eyes narrowed. And wasn't she older, too?
"Hey."
"What? 'Hey'? Did you just 'hey' me?"
"What'd you say?"
She'd meant to give her a scolding, but Aqua Girl snapped back irritably instead. Flame Witch was caught off guard—this was a first.
"What the hell. Hey! What number are you?"
"Wh-what? Number? What're you..."
"I'm Master's Number One slave. So what number slave are you?"
"....."
What the fuck is this crazy bitch? Was she seriously pulling seniority over something like that? Flame Witch was more than a little flustered, but her guess hit the mark.
Aqua Girl crossed her arms and glared up at her. But with Flame Witch towering over her like a model, it didn't look all that intimidating. Aqua Girl wasn't short, but Flame Witch's height made it impossible.
"You're Number Three slave, right? And you're talking casual to me, Number One? Kids these days have no manners."
"....."
They said people were too stunned to speak when something was utterly absurd? That was Flame Witch right now. More than that—
"Number Three? I'm Number Three? Then who's Number Two?"
Flame Witch, who'd melted around Steel Armor's cock for six straight days, had no qualms calling herself a slave. Anyway, she was shocked. Her beloved Master had other women besides Aqua Girl?! She was a woman too, and this was the first time she'd ever felt love. That whirlwind romance in her thirty years of life shook her to the core. Jealousy sprouted in her heart.
"Ha!"
But the budding jealousy was ruthlessly crushed before it could grow.
"You think you can hog Master all to yourself? You're even more ridiculous than I imagined."
"What?"
Vulgar words poured from Aqua Girl's mouth, nothing like her usual self.
"Master's the greatest man in Dark City—no, the whole world. Don't heroes have three wives and four concubines as a baseline? Isn't it a joke? A so-called hero satisfied with just seven women? To be a true hero, he should dominate every woman in the world, don't you think?"
"....."
Overwhelmed by the madness in Aqua Girl's eyes, Flame Witch backed away without a word. To feel this aura from a mere B-rank hero! The funny thing was, deep down, Flame Witch agreed with her.
"Listen up. Master will claim many more women from now on. And it's our job to keep those women from doing anything stupid. So if you act like an idiot again later, I'll crush you myself. Got it?"
"....."
Flame Witch nodded meekly, unable even to retort to the threat of being crushed. At the same time, she thought: This woman's insane. And I might end up just as crazy for Master soon enough.
*****
Once more, my fist slammed into the Gumiho's side.
"Graaah..."
After a full hour of nonstop beating, even the Gumiho had reached her limit and finally dropped to her knees.
"Kuh."
Seeing her kneel before me stirred a black emotion from the depths of my chest.
"Heh... heheheheh."
I couldn't hold back the laughter bubbling up with it.
"Haaah... hngh...! Mmph?!"
I stepped toward the groaning Gumiho, grabbed her head, and rubbed it against my crotch. Seeing her on her knees had my dick raging hard already. I ground her face roughly against my stiff shaft.
"Mmph! Mmgh! Kyak!"
"You fucking bitch. You thought I couldn't eat you 'cause you're a monster? Fat chance. From today, you're my personal cum dump. I'll feed you so much semen your womb and belly stay stuffed every day."
Choking for air, the Gumiho grabbed my legs and tried to push me away. But her arms had no strength left. No surprise there. She'd lost 30% of her stamina and taken over an hour of lightning-laced punches. It'd be weirder if she could still fight.
For a monster, her stamina's kinda weak.
I'd figured it'd take at least five hours of beating before she'd kneel, but she folded sooner than expected. Not that I minded—it just meant more time to savor her.
"I'll turn you into a body that can't live without my cock."
"Grraa... kyak?!"
Circling behind her, I hugged her from the back and choked her with my forearm. She thrashed to escape, but it was futile.
Thud!
Her hand, weakly slapping at my arm, finally fell limp to the ground.
*****
When Siren submitted to me, a system message appeared. But even unconscious, no message showed for the Gumiho. Simply put, she hadn't fully submitted yet—or more complexly, there was some hidden condition for a message I didn't know. I went with the simple explanation. I didn't have time to overthink; I wanted to taste her body ASAP.
Now head home.
[Yes, Master!]
I mentally ordered Siren, still soaring over the ocean. She flapped her wings dramatically in front of the heroes as a show of force, then returned to her nest.
"She's leaving?"
"Just like that? What the hell?"
The heroes, fully geared for battle, were baffled as Siren flew off without attacking.
Not my problem.
Whether they were confused or not didn't matter to me. Right now, only the Gumiho did.
Monster pussy! Monster pussy!
I had to be the first in Dark City—no, the whole world—to stick his dick in monster pussy. I was too excited to contain myself.
But it won't give me some disease, right?
One worry nagged: STDs. Fucking a monster pussy could lead to unforeseen issues.
Trust in Disease Resistance!
That's why I'd picked the Disease Resistance trait. It let me live a promiscuous sex life without STD worries.
"You two head back to the Association for now. I'll contact you later."
"Yes, Master! See you later!"
"Y-yes..."
"Huh?"
Aqua Girl replied brightly, while Flame Witch glanced nervously at her before answering.
What's her deal? Did Yuna put her in her place?
Yuna was already itching to show her seniority to Ice Queen, the de facto Number Two slave. She'd probably done the same to Number Three, Flame Witch.
"Nah, no way. Our Yuna do that? She's so sweet."
"Huh? Why bring me up?"
"Nothing. Just saying our Yuna's sweet and pretty."
"Hehehe."
I patted her head, and she beamed like a kid. Aigoo, my cute little girl. Stroking Aqua Girl's head, I looked at Flame Witch. She eyed my hand with envy.
Heh heh. Adorable.
"Our Ignis is sweet and pretty too."
"....."
Flame Witch ducked her head shyly, but her upturned lips betrayed her joy.
"See you later, girls. On the bed, of course."
"Master!"
"What?"
"Will the Gumiho be there too?"
"Hm... Depends? On when she submits to me."
"Hehe. You'll do it quick, Master! Go go fighting!"
"Heh heh. Thanks for the cheer."
Reluctant to part, I gave their asses a pat before leaving. Time to execute the long-awaited Phase Four plan?
*****
After Steel Armor left with the Gumiho—
"Hey."
"Y-yes?"
Aqua Girl crossed her arms and glared, her cheerful smile gone. Overpowered by her madness, Flame Witch flinched.
"Follow me."
"Wh-where to?"
(Notably, Flame Witch didn't notice she was using formal speech.) Subconsciously deferring to Aqua Girl's dominance.
"What's it to you? Just follow orders."
"O-okay..."
Aqua Girl took her to a hotel.
"Th-this place..."
"Shut up and follow."
"....."
Inside, Aqua Girl donned panties with a vibrator—prepared who knows when—and ravaged Flame Witch.
"S-senior, wait!"
"Stay still, you sow bitch! If you're a sow, spread your legs and squeal like one!"
"Aaaah...!"
Aqua Girl asserted her seniority with gusto.
*****
I took the Gumiho to a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of District 143. I'd considered buying it, but the owner had vanished, so I just claimed it. Training her like the other women—at my hideout or a hotel—would be too risky. No telling when she'd snap out of it and escape. Even without her reason, she had physical prowess rivaling mine. Top five in Dark City, easy. (First finger's mine, obviously.)
Plus, she was a key Hero Association figure—Valencia's secretary, no less. Her disappearance would cause an uproar. Flame Witch had gone radio silent before without issue, but Gumiho was different. So I'd isolate her completely for intensive training.
Sure, District 143 was a slum, but eyes were everywhere—slums watch outsiders closely. But these fuckers wouldn't snitch to the Association. Another name for slums: crime dens. Robberies for bread, casual murders. Heroes raiding would cut their fragile lifelines, arresting masses in the process. So they'd never report me, no matter what.
"What're you staring at, you shitheads? Eyes down, or I'll rip 'em out?"
"....."
My shout made the gawking slum dwellers shrink back. They didn't flee, eyes still watchful.
"These fuckers keep staring? Need to see a corpse to wise up?"
No killing intent, of course—my No-Kill Rule was on. But for a warning, I kicked a nearby rock.
Crack!
Rumble rumble—!
"Hiiik?!"
"Run!"
The wall crumbled spectacularly, sending them scrambling. With the pests gone, I entered my claimed warehouse.