You Can't Beat Me
After Rasca's gang, absorbing the Ropman gang put us on a whole new level. We gained a ton.
First off, the organization's scale shot up for real. More members meant more power. And since we'd won in a "fair" fight, there wasn't much backlash.
"But what if those goblins talk? Like, threaten us with the guns we gave them...?"
"The goblins won't open their mouths for no reason."
Of course they wouldn't. I'd pumped them up with hypnosis and made sure they couldn't betray us.
The cleanup was already handled. I didn't kill them, though. No need to go that far.
Now I get why incubi get persecuted.
Incubus-exclusive magic like hypnosis is just too damn strong. A simple application led to this outcome.
Sure, it worked so well because goblins are a low-tier race. But it'll get even better as my rank rises—power scales naturally.
"As expected of Master...!"
"Just manage the new guys under us properly. Got it? No discriminating against the fresh meat."
"Of course."
What were the werewolves we'd forcibly absorbed thinking right now? We'd won fair and square, claimed the district, but still.
They had to have some grudges. Their boss they trusted got his head ripped off and killed.
"Feed them something sweet to keep them from bolting. We need them fully integrated."
"We just need the district, right...? They're gonna bail anyway."
"Tsk tsk. You don't get it—increasing headcount scales up our revenue big time."
Rasca's gang had ballooned from around 300 members to a massive 600-700-strong powerhouse.
No other werewolf gang combined could touch that size.
At this point, we could probably take on the vampires and win.
Not that we'd fight right away. We'd absorb them without a scratch.
"Next up: set up shops where I told you. Give jobs to the new recruits too. Keep something sweet in their mouths, and they won't rebel."
Plus, I'd hold a face-to-face meet to ensure no one dared get ideas.
"What about the vampires?"
"The mosquito bastards are spooked, scrambling to get their defenses up!"
"Hm... yeah, figures."
With the werewolves bulking up, their eternal rivals the vampires going on alert was natural.
They might even strike soon.
"Send spies. Arm up the second we spot anything. They'll see our current chaos as the perfect window to hit us."
I groped Rasca's tits as I laid it out clearly.
"Yes...!"
In my view, the vampires would peg now—before we'd digested our new members—as their best shot.
If we unified every remaining werewolf gang, we'd birth Terranium's biggest outfit by far.
Bad news for them.
Not that I plan to let that happen.
I'll make sure Morgana can't touch my nest. Once it's packed tight, forget it.
"Rasca's gang has begun expanding."
Asmodeus's prediction hit the mark. The vampire mafia had planned a major assault on the pesky werewolves.
But they'd been preempted—the Ropman gang got swallowed up first.
"How the hell did they find out? That we were allied with Ropman...?"
Asmodeus hadn't known, of course. He'd targeted the biggest, most annoying gang. But by sheer luck, he'd wiped out the mafia's ally in the process.
"Looks like that imp they just recruited is one sharp bastard."
"That means our attack plans are screwed. What now?"
Attacking Rasca's gang now could backfire hard. The vampire mafia numbered barely 100.
Werewolves? At least 600.
Sure, vampires outclassed them individually in combat. No one in the org died from a few submachine gun rounds.
But even the toughest vampire drops if overwhelmed beyond regen limits.
"Why's everyone panicking? Just charge in now—that's the play."
The mafia boss spoke up then. Morgana Bloodveil flashed a sly smile.
"Ropman gang—half their members aren't even properly absorbed yet. Hit 'em now, and we shatter them from inside."
Noxbell doesn't meddle in gang wars. Fewer criminals overall? Good for her.
"So let's go aggressive."
"Do we need to rush?"
"I said it already: their internal bonds are loose right now. But werewolves stick tight to their own kind. They'll integrate soon enough."
Plus, Morgana worried other mid-to-small werewolf gangs might join Rasca.
If every Terranium outfit merged? The horde would multiply several times over.
No way she wanted thousands of werewolves armed with pistols and assault rifles charging.
"Hit now, or regret it later. Mobilize everyone. Arm up fully."
"Got it. In a few days, then...?"
"No—tomorrow."
"Tomorrow...!"
It had to be swift and stealthy. Rallying 100 vampires would draw eyes.
"True Ancestor. Your will be done."
"Steel yourselves, all. Could be a fight to the death. Never underestimate werewolves. Meeting adjourned."
"Yes! Great One."
Vampires followed their primal-blood True Ancestors instinctively. Blood-deep instinct—no one defied her judgment.
And so the next day arrived...
"H-Huh... hah... e-everyone here...?"
Legs trembling, face flushed beet red, Morgana appeared before her members, sweat dripping.
"M-Morgana, ma'am—are you ill?"
"Stay back!"
"Pardon?"
"Hah... hah... I'm fine, don't worry. Just off my game today."
"That's exactly what we should worry about... Understood, though."
No boss meant no fight. Without True Ancestor magic, no beating werewolves.
"Better hold off today. Wait till Morgana's in top form."
"Y-Yeah, that's best. Think I caught a cold. On a day like this!"
A cold? Not some common vamp—a True Ancestor with the greatest lineage?
Impossible. But the members bought it wholesale.
"This'll take longer. No clue what's wrong with Morgana...?"
"Fuck, time's ticking—why now?!"
Unrest brewed among the ranks. Some even questioned her leadership.
"You whelps watch your mouths. The True Ancestor has her reasons. I'll kill any reckless fools myself."
But the next day, Morgana showed up drenched in cold sweat again.
"Hngh...?"
"Morgana?"
"Not feeling great today either...?"
"Understood."
The day after that too.
"Haa."
"What's going on? Maybe see a doctor, Morgana?"
"A vampire—the superior bloodline of Terranium—needs a healer? Don't be ridiculous."
"But...?"
"Quiet. Dare contradict me, and I'll end you. I've got strength left for that."
"Understood."
Three days straight of canceled ops. Even her loyal elders started doubting.
Damn it... I know this isn't like me!
Her throbbing lower belly... Just before, her womb had been stuffed full by that massive cock, creampied to multiple orgasms.
For some reason, the dream sensations carried over to reality. Hypnosis at work.
She'd set the afterglow to linger long—Morgana's body was wrecked, soaked in pleasure.
...I have to meet him.
She had no idea. Her body already belonged to Asmodeus, utterly remade.