Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Dick Stuck in My Head
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I received permission from the main body and checked some of his memories at the thought echoing in my head.
I could see Crocodile dying by the main body's hand.
"It's over."
"Pardon?"
"Never mind. Arm about twenty of the guys right now and head to Crocodile's building in Sector 79."
"Crocodile, sir?"
Jungbo's eyes went wide as saucers mid-report on drug sales.
Crocodile was a B-rank villain, far more brutal than most. His superpower let him transform into a crocodile, matching his savage personality.
He'd also been quick to seize Sector 79 after allying with other villains to ambush and injure me—MARK-Two—while commanding over fifty armed underlings.
Sending just twenty men to a place like that? To Jungbo, who had no clue what was happening, it must've felt like a bolt from the blue.
"Why there all of a sudden... Oh, is the boss there himself?"
"Yeah."
'Smart kid, gotta give him that.'
Jungbo's actual combat skills were pathetic—even a high schooler could take him—but his street smarts had earned him the mid-boss spot. A true survivor of this era.
He pieced it together instantly from that one order.
"We'll gear up and head out right away."
Jungbo's face lit up as he replied. He practically floated out of the room on cloud nine.
"What to do with that punk..."
The main body paid him no mind, but I thought differently.
To fully take over the Skull Head Gang, I'd been handling a lot personally, but Jungbo still played a big role. If a guy like that turned traitor, the gang would crumble fast.
Nothing's deadlier than betrayal from a close aide.
"No signs of betrayal yet, so we'll watch and wait."
Jungbo was still useful for now.
Quick on the uptake, he scratched any itch without being asked. Even when Kane's bugs raided our hideout, he hadn't flipped.
No reason to axe him just yet.
"Heh. Same personality, yet our thoughts differ this much. Fascinating."
The main body ignored Jungbo; the clone stayed wary.
We shared the same mind and soul, yet our views clashed. Truly bizarre.
"Maybe each clone has a slight personality tweak."
I shook my head at the mystery and turned back to the paperwork.
"Wh-what the...?!"
Then I glimpsed part of the main body's memory.
"You fucking bastards! You had sex without me?!"
I gnashed my teeth at the sight of clones swarming Yuna, gleefully working her over.
Stuck rotting here while they hogged all the fun? Betrayal stung like hell.
Jungbo and his twenty bald thugs arrived at Crocodile's hideout on MARK-Two's orders.
'No need for comms at all.'
Just think, and the clones moved. Peak high-tech communication. Cloning was one hell of a superpower!
"Boss, we're he—gah?!"
"Holy shit..."
"Urk...!"
Jungbo and the thugs blanched at the gruesome scene inside, some retching on the spot. Tch tch. Punks calling themselves criminals with stomachs that weak? Need some mental conditioning?
"B-boss, what the..."
"No big deal."
"No big... deal?"
"Yeah. Just a simple game."
"..."
"Oh, and I didn't kill 'em myself. They did it to each other. Except Crocodile—I took him out personally."
Didn't want the men mistaking me for some psycho butcher, so I laid out the facts.
I'd proposed a game to Crocodile's goons, and this was the result.
Bodies piled like mountains, blood pooling underneath.
"S-spare... kuh!"
Only one survivor out of fifty-plus. He wouldn't last long, though—three daggers in his chest, organs shredded, puking blood nonstop. Tch! Kids these days ain't tough!
"What kind of game... was it?"
"Eh? Nothing much. Fun little survival match."
"Survival... game?"
"Too many to let 'em all live. Paired 'em up, made 'em kill each other. Winner lives. More survived than expected, so paired the rest and reran it. Kept going till just that one left."
"..."
"..."
Jungbo and the thugs gawked at me. What's their deal? Survival games are common, right?
"Anyway, Sector 79's mine again. Loot whatever makes money. Half's yours. Go."
"Y-yes sir! Let's move! Loot everything!"
"Got it!"
The men stared in shock, but "half yours" snapped them out of it. They charged inside like a herd.
Nothing beats pillaging for fun.
Bang! Rat-tat-tat!
"Hm? Straggler inside, huh."
Sporadic gunshots echoed. Hidden holdouts, probably.
"On to the next spot?"
I left the cleanup to Jungbo and headed for another sector. The villain's night—my night—was far from over.
While I offed Crocodile and played killer survival with his crew, the clone I'd sent home (Horny Bastard MARK-III)—aka me—clicked his tongue.
"Jealous. Wanna play survival too."
One gets nagged, the other gets real thrills. Damn it! Lemme be main body! Switch with me!
En route, I hit the ice cream shop. 131 flavors, and she picks mint choco? Bought extras for me and Elis too, then homeward.
"I'm ho—"
"Out, you prick!"
"Waaah! Incoming!"
A 3kg dumbbell flew at me the second I entered. Piece of cake! Caught it!
Who am I? Level 10—no, clone's Level 7—Body Enhancer. Could tank this handstanding.
But house owner, thirty years old, and this treatment? Poor me!
Couldn't voice that to Ji-na, though. Only when she was under me moaning could I vent freely. Not yet.
"You scared me. Why toss something dangerous?"
"Oh, ~why'd you throw it?~ Playing dumb? Skipping sleepovers from childhood, now you're on an all-nighter kick? Even so, sleep at home!"
Ji-na crossed her arms, lecturing. Mountains are mountains, rivers rivers~ Ji-na's rocking short, sexy clothes again. Heh, eyes feasting.
Tuned out the nag, ogled her figure. She caught on.
"Listening? You're spacing out."
"No way. Super focused on your... words, Ji-na. Anyway, sorry for the stay-out, milady. A humble gift for you."
"Hmph! Think that'll make me happy?"
Her eyes dropped to the mint choco ice cream. Corners softened; mouth curved up. Action-reaction, eh?
Classic tsundere Ji-na. Her charm.
"Oppa, you're back?"
Elis toddled over from behind grumpy Ji-na.
"Yeah, Elis. Got any leftovers?"
"No dinner?"
"Nah. Starved 'cause I crave your cooking."
"Oppa..."
Elis blushed. Oho? Rice ripening nicely?
"Elis is my little sis! Don't seduce her, muscle hog!"
Sensing the vibe, Ji-na wedged between us, jabbing a finger. Heh heh... Too late, Ji-na.
While Elis prepped dinner, I headed upstairs to wash. But the mint-choco-munching lump followed.
"No chores?"
"Nope. Free as a bird?"
Mint choco sweetened her mood; voice all soft. Lazy bum. Wait, I'm the unemployed one.
'Mmm. Nice view.'
Imagined her sucking ice cream—er, my dick instead. Boner rising. Gotta conquer Ji-na too, but after Elis. Timeline fuzzy.
"So? Wanna hang?"
"Yup. Play with me."
"Wait downstairs. Shower, eat, then playtime."
"Promise? Last time you said after waking up, then bailed. Skip again, and I'll really jump."
"Please do it already."
"???"
Last time's no-suicide tease had me bummed!
"...You leaving or what?"
"Why? Seen it all since kids. Embarrassed now? Am I a girl to you?"
I stripped my suit in the room; cheeky girl wouldn't budge. Sat on the bed smirking.
Think I'll blush? Big mistake.
I stripped boldly before her eyes. Hulking, rippling back muscles on display.
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
Shirt off, hands to pants—flustered yelp from behind. She shot up like to bolt.
Whoa there, not so fast.
"Why? Am I man enough? Go if you wanna."
Flung her words back, baiting. Tsunderes crumble to this.
And cue the expected line.
"Wh-who'd see a perv like you as a man? Strip naked—I won't blink!"
Plopped back on the bed, face beet red.
"Ngh...!"
Pants down—gasp behind me. Her hands fidgeted on bed and thighs.
Hand to final barrier, panties...
"You crazy bastard!"
"Guh?!"
Ji-na bolted, flashing my ass. Dang, wanted to moon her with the full package.
"Kekekeke!"
Cracking up, I hit the shower.
"Haa... haa..."
Ji-na slammed her door locked after flashing Horny Bastard's ass and fleeing to her room, panting hard.
Childhood baths showed everything back then—but that was kid stuff. Pre-puberty innocence.
"He's lost it!"
Was she cursing him for stripping shamelessly, or herself for not leaving? Even she didn't know.
"Haa..."
'Insane body...'
Her bro's physique defied "good"—straight-up crazy. Fashion mags showed buff models in undies; this dwarfed them.
"Agh! Forget it! Why's it stuck in my head?!"
His back muscles looped endlessly. Tried distracting thoughts—useless. Brain full of him.
"Crazy! Crazy!"
Dick stuck in Ji-na's head.