The Committee Concludes: Stress Relief and Traitor Purge
The Stress Relief Committee meeting had finally wrapped up. It had started at night, but dawn was now threatening to break. Rosa and the bosses of the four great families had all slipped out of the meeting hall first. No one from any family dared raise an objection to their departure. The agenda wasn't something to be taken lightly, after all. No one wanted to get caught in the crossfire and give them leverage.
"This is such a headache," Rosa muttered, furrowing her brow.
"Things are going to get busy for a while," Ivan replied.
She had plenty to worry about ahead, and business disruptions were piling up. It was no wonder she was pissed.
"Peace lasted so long I figured it'd shatter eventually... but I never imagined it'd break like this."
External enemies could be repelled if the families united, but internal ones gutted you from within—far harder to deal with. With no telling how many more spies lurked in the shadows, the smart move was to swiftly root out the remnants and stabilize the internals.
"Let's head straight back to the mansion. I'm so stressed out today, I need to crash hard."
"Understood."
Ivan had half-expected her to demand a fuck, but this was unexpected. Even in a mess like this, she wasn't that hooked on it yet.
"Slurp... mmmph...!"
"...Didn't you say you were just going to sleep?"
"Shut up... My temperature spiked out of nowhere. If I don't do this, I'll lose my mind."
But the moment they got back to the mansion and she went to wash up, Rosa yanked Ivan onto the bed, stripped his pants, and started sucking his cock.
Hah... so it ended up like this anyway.
He wasn't thrilled about her jumping him every damn day, but serving the boss was his duty. And she'd turn obedient soon enough—no real issue there.
If only she were this submissive all the time.
It was a shame he was just the underboss, not the boss.
"Slurp... what're you thinking about? Focus..."
"There's nothing for me to focus on here, is there?"
Why demand he concentrate when she was the one slurping away so eagerly? She massaged his balls obsessively, licking every inch of his shaft meticulously. The stimulation built relentlessly until his cock twitched—then she deepthroated him to the hilt, squeezing like a throat pussy.
"Fuu... you're a pro with your throat now, huh?"
Ivan couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth like an onahole.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch...!
"Glurk... gluhhhp...♡♡"
Any normal woman would've been in agony, but Rosa drenched her panties in slick pussy juice, devouring his cock like a starving slut.
"Fuu... gonna cum once first."
Minutes later, Ivan buried himself balls-deep and unleashed.
Bluuuuurgh! Bluuuuurp!!!
Just like before, a massive load blasted straight into her stomach with ferocious force.
"Huuuk...♡ Huuuuhp...♡♡"
After pumping for a good while, he slowly withdrew. Even then, she suckled and cleaned him perfectly.
Gulp gulp...
She chewed the remnants in her mouth, swallowed with an audible gluck, then looked up at Ivan with a smile.
"...Stress relieved now?"
"All gone."
Yeah, that's right. Ivan seized her hands, yanked them down, mounted her, and loomed above.
"But it's kinda selfish if only the boss gets satisfied."
"Wh-what...?"
Until now, it'd been vanilla fucks, but from here on, he'd ramp up the dominance—train her to obey his commands in bed.
Something I gotta do eventually.
If he didn't fully conquer her, she'd always be a risk. He couldn't relax unless she truly loved him.
"You won't get to fuck for a while anyway, so I'll pound you till you can endure it."
"...Do whatever."
Rosa averted her gaze, flustered by the shift in vibe—but her blushing face said she didn't hate it. Things were proceeding just as Ivan planned.
They fucked ferociously through the night, then tackled the day's schedule. As boss, Rosa didn't move personally, and underboss Ivan prioritized her protection—so he stayed put too. Instead, their subordinates scrambled.
They threw everything into rooting out traitors, capturing a few and extracting intel via torture. But with no guarantee the rot was gone, tension remained sky-high.
This is out of my wheelhouse. Gotta trust the pros.
Ivan excelled at overwhelming force, not spy hunts. He hated overthinking it anyway.
Time passed, and word came that other families had sniffed out a few cops too. The rot ran deeper than expected.
"Our four great families had fewer, relatively... but the lesser ones are fucked."
Rosa ground her teeth reviewing reports from the branches. The cops had likely been plotting this for years.
Feels like defusing a bomb seconds from detonation.
Good thing the Rossinante boss's betrayal surfaced now. If not, the damage would've been catastrophic.
"Either way, we wrap this before the banquet. Can't let those slant-eyed monkeys see us crumbling."
"Just give the order—I'll handle it personally."
Some traitors were exposed but still at large. Elites like them wouldn't go down easy. Had to nab them before they vanished.
"Fine... you're on it. I'll have my sister guard me for now—no worries. Pick some sharp guys and take 'em."
"Understood, Boss."
Ivan moved out on her command. The family's stability was his too. Transmigrated or not, he was Clarte's #2 in Europe's biggest mafia.
"Hahk... heuk...!"
A man bleeding from his head bolted frantically down a dark alley. He'd been a undercover cop planted under a branch manager to gather intel.
But with the Rossinante boss—their key ally—busted, everything went to shit. Italy's families were purging traitors full-throttle, and now he was made and on the run.
...If I escape here and deliver the intel, I'm good!
His pocket bulged with documents on mafia ops and crimes. Hand those over, and he could finally return to his family and daughter.
"Just... a bit more...!"
Light gleamed at the alley's end. Hail a taxi there, and he'd be untouchable.
One step from the light, his final stride...
"Tough break."
Crunch!
"Gahk...!"
His neck was crushed in an iron grip, yanking him back into darkness just shy of escape.
"You have no idea the hell you've put us through."
"Krrk... guk...!"
Ivan lifted him one-handed and hurled him.
BOOM!!!
The man's body smashed the wall, cracking it and showering debris.
"Killing's been a while... but no qualms, good."
"Y-you goddamn criminals...!"
The guy spat blood, rising shakily on trembling legs. Still had fight left.
"Should I applaud you for staying conscious?"
"Shut up! I'll kill you here and—"
He drew a knife from his pocket—standard self-defense for a mob plant. Ivan advanced unfazed.
"Krrk...!"
Desperate, the man charged, swinging wildly.
Whoosh!
The blade sliced air, aimed at Ivan's throat.
Whoosh! Whoooosh!!!
More frantic swings, but Ivan dodged paper-thin margins, closing in effortlessly.
"Watch your opponent. Running might've given you a shot."
Crunch!
"K-kuuuhp...!"
Ivan shot out a hand, seizing the man's head and hoisting him. He kneaded gently at first, then...
Crack!
Squeezed. Skull shattered, brains pulped, blood and gore dripping from his fist.
The thrashing body went limp in death.
...This world lets humans surpass limits through training alone—no powers needed.
Ivan had been shocked at first. Punching boulders to dust, barehanding walls—not normal. But now he was one of them, strong enough to pulverize skulls or rocks.
He shook the blood and brains from his hand, rifled the corpse for documents, then lit them up with a lighter—evidence ashes.
More to handle. Gotta move.
No emotion from the kill, he headed for the next target.