God's Atlantis

"Hiiik—hiiiik—hiiik…."

Model Lua. While I had driven the supercar five full laps around District 6700, she had never stopped rocking her hips. Now her whole body shook. Fresh, still-hot semen ran in thick trails down her crotch.

"Not bad. That pussy of yours can clamp pretty well. I'll let you live."

I stopped the supercar for a moment and dumped her naked onto the street. Once she was free of me, the tear-streaked wreck of her face settled a little. She looked almost happy just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to still be breathing.

I never planned to kill her from the start.

Lua was a beauty. She hadn't even put up much of a fight. There was no reason to end her.

If I had my way I'd drag her home and enjoy her all night…

But I couldn't keep putting off what needed doing. The police net closing in on me was getting harder to slip through by the minute.

I floored the accelerator and tore down the empty road. Every other driver had already vanished out of sheer terror of me.

The Venus Entertainment building was every bit as huge and gaudy as its reputation. At least twice the size of Lilith Entertainment, maybe more. At the entrance, security guards in suits stood waiting as if ready to welcome me.

"Halt! This is Venus Entertainment! A piece of trash like you has no business setting foot here!"

One of the guards bellowed. Mana rolled through his voice, making it boom like thunder.

Not ordinary. At that level he must have been somebody even outside this district.

So why was a guy like that working security in District 6700?

No need to overthink it. Money, obviously.

I kept my foot on the gas instead of the brake.

Pitch-black Heavenly Demon Qi wrapped the supercar.

The guards blocking Venus Entertainment answered with mana of their own. They reinforced their bodies and raised both arms in a guard, clearly intending to stop my charge bare-handed.

Heh. They're underestimating me.

They had no idea who they were dealing with. If they did, they would never try something this stupid.

I recalled a legendary line as I slammed into them.

If you don't know, you get hit.

KRAAAAAAAAAAANG!

Supercar met guards. The ones who went flying were the guards. A normal supercar never ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would have managed it—but this one was sheathed in Heavenly Demon Qi.

I had planned to smash straight through the reinforced glass doors on the first floor and do a few victory laps inside… but the collision had half-wrecked the car.

No choice.

I climbed out. The supercar, as if it had been waiting for the cue, exploded. Protective qi already coated my body, so the blast did nothing to me.

"How dare you commit terrorism here of all places! Die!"

The same guard who had shouted at me earlier came charging. In his hand was a stone club that looked anything but ordinary.

"Heracles' Club."

"Oh? A terrorist with an eye for quality. That's right. This is Heracles' Club."

"You idiot. What are you so proud of? That's an A-rank weapon you can pick up on the black market anytime."

The guard's face twisted.

"…You're right that it's one of the weapons you can find easily on the black market. But that does not mean this club is weak. Until now, no one has ever used it properly. I will show you its true power."

He swung. The force packed into the club was enormous. He hadn't even finished the swing, yet the wind pressure alone made my hair whip.

The raw power is nothing to sneeze at… but if it doesn't hit, it doesn't matter.

With Charna I simply stepped aside. The club smashed empty air. The shockwave still slammed into me, but I braced my lower body and rode it out. Then I drove a fist into the jaw of the guard who was glaring at me with bulging eyes.

It landed clean. Heavenly Demon Qi flooded into his head.

"What? You think a pathetic little punch like that is going to do anything to me?"

"You didn't even feel it? All brawn, no brains."

"You little—"

The guard clenched his teeth and raised the club high. I turned away as if I had already lost interest. The instant he started to swing—

Pop!

His head exploded. Brains painted the floor. The body crumpled like a discarded rag.

"Kyaaaaaaaah!"

Venus Entertainment staff on the first floor screamed. The women's shrieks were the loudest.

Ugly. Not worth sparing.

I pointed an index finger at one of the female employees.

The black bolt shot forward. The moment it touched the woman's head it bounced off and buried itself in the floor.

"……."

I frowned and looked up at empty air.

I pointed at another employee.

Same result. The black bullet bounced off without piercing anything.

Damn it. I didn't expect this. Did that bastard David know? …No. If he had, he would have told me. He's already lost too much to risk lying to me.

I forced myself to think calmly.

The System's protection applied only to entertainment-agency staff—and only while they were inside this building.

An advantage granted to Aphrodite, the number-one ranked idol?

Aphrodite was effectively the ruler of District 6700. An ability like this wasn't strange at all.

The guards died, so… it doesn't work on security.

I had planned to kill Pink Love's manager and about half the Venus staff… but that was clearly impossible now. Time to change the plan.

I'll just smash the building.

I pulled a suitable sword from my inventory. Black demonic qi coiled around the blade.

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠swung with everything I had. A massive half-moon of sword energy slammed into a support pillar. A pillar like that should have shattered on the spot… yet it only took a deep scar and refused to break.

Can't be destroyed? The glass doors are already in pieces.

I looked at the entrance. The glass was shattered, but everything else stood untouched.

So I just wasted my time for nothing.

There was nothing left to gain here. I turned on my heel. Pulling out was the smartest move right now.

"You trash my company and then try to run?"

A woman's voice—rich, seductive—slid into my ears. Even from a distance it felt like she was whispering right against my skin, sticky and clinging.

Rainbow Foam was Aphrodite's divine name.

So Aphrodite just tried something with her voice?

I filed the curiosity away and turned fully around.

I wanted to see the beauty of the famous goddess of beauty with my own eyes.

Aphrodite stood there in an evening dress that left her shoulders bare and plunged deep between her breasts. She folded her arms, casually pushing those full curves into even greater prominence.

For a moment I simply stared. Her long golden hair glittered like gemstones. Her blue eyes were as deep as the sea. Her skin was pearl; her lips a pink that seized the gaze and refused to let go. Face, figure—every last detail was perfect. Just looking at her was enough to lift a man's mood.

Aphrodite.

In District 6700 she worked purely as a model. She never appeared on broadcasts, only modeling—and even so she held the number-one rank. At first I hadn't understood how. Seeing her in person, I finally did.

That face alone was more than enough.

And there's something beyond looks. Hard to put into words… a pull that draws people in. Aphrodite has it.

Our eyes met. She smiled.

"Your stare is so hot. Do you want me? Well, you're still just a man after all."

"…So that's it. You have a skill for seducing men."

"Hmm. Impressive mental strength. My charm can crack stone and make dying old men drool… are you a eunuch, by any chance?"

"Take that back right now. Even for a beauty, there's a limit to what I'll tolerate."

"And if I don't? Will you kill me?"

"I'll make you my personal meat toilet. You can't die anyway."

Aphrodite was under the System's protection. Even outside Venus Entertainment, until someone seized control of District 6700, killing her was impossible.

"Arrogant. I don't hate arrogant men… as long as they have the skill to back it up."

She smiled, and the smile was dizzying.

My head really did go light.

"My. Still standing? It's been so long since I met a human with willpower like yours. That mental strength alone is on the level of a Holy Son. You don't look the part… but your body is honest. Quite the impressive package."

Aphrodite laughed.

My body was trembling as if it had slipped free of my control. Especially below the waist. My cock was hard enough to punch through my pants.

This has nothing to do with willpower. A man's instinct is just that captivated by Aphrodite! I never imagined a Wishin could wield this kind of authority…

No man could do anything about Aphrodite. Unless he was a eunuch, every last one of them would end up her slave.

"Vagina Constellation…? Good heavens! You're the master of that ridiculous constellation?!"

"That's right. I am the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠master of the Vagina Constellation!"

I charged Aphrodite.

I couldn't kill her—but that didn't mean I couldn't hurt her.

Kidnap her. Lock her up. Rape her. Train her.

If I turn Aphrodite, the number-one ranked idol, into my personal meat toilet…! Control of District 6700 falls into my hands as a matter of course!

Whiiish.

Something lit up on my senses. Mid-charge I twisted my body and dodged whatever was flying at me.

An arrow?

The shaft buried itself in the floor and quivered.

I looked at the shooter. A gray-haired elf in a black suit. He calmly nocked the next arrow.

"Thinking such blasphemous thoughts, are you?"

Aphrodite said.

"It's not that I have no interest in a man like you… but there's nothing particularly new about it. Die now."

The elf archer released the string.

In an instant the single arrow multiplied into a thousand, surrounding me as they flew. A thousand arrows sank into my body.