Rio Grande River (Part 2)
But just as income disparities were stark even among workers, not everyone clustered in the border zone was demanding that America recognize their talents or entitled to acceptance despite having nothing.
They weren't throwing tantrums like that.
Instead, they used their psionics to conjure images of raping me and Melin.
"Urk...!"
"Predictable."
"Hey!! You really think those bastards...?"
"I said it seemed likely. And don't forget our official positions. I'll head to command for the briefing, so you stay on-site with the troops and assess the situation directly."
"Ugh, fine."
With that, we moved to our posts, and I began receiving reports.
"What's Mexico's 'Canada-ization' index at?"
"Worse than Canada. Most Canadians live within 62 miles of the U.S. border because beyond that, the harsh cold offers no work. But Mexico's practically abandoned its capital, Mexico City. New government outposts are springing up near the border cities, so we're relocating our embassy to Ciudad Juárez."
"The problem isn't just Mexicans, though. More precisely, the Mexican government has been utterly trampled by this migrant horde."
"Yes. We can't even contact the Mexican government in Mexico City."
"No divisions among them? Nationalism surges in crises like this."
"Of course there are. Especially gangs from various countries—adept at breaking laws—are recruiting newbies, setting up trade routes, and stirring unrest to win hearts."
"Damn. This makes intervention impossible—a real mess. Whether gangs or civilians, they've got grudges against us, so mediation's pointless. Amid the infighting, civilians sacrificing others to escape clash with gangs uniting across ethnic lines to solidify power. Tricky."
"Yes. Best case: they fight so viciously we can intervene and wipe them out without backlash. So we're holding back for now."
"Good. Don't let them fester—accelerate the rot. If their grudges lead to crossing lines, even they'll see one overstep makes redemption impossible."
"What's your plan?"
I pulled out a photo of an East Asian man.
"This guy's a Zainichi Yakuza. Yu Huin-rok, or Ryu Shiratsuyu. His name breaks down to 'white deer of killing.' He's the most likely to expand influence here."
"Why him?"
"With China and Russia already ruined once, he was born son of a mid-tier Korean black-company chaebol. From puberty, he mastered killing, torturing, and extorting in countless ways. He's expert at bribing cops and politicians, silver-tongued too. From high school, he ran a 50% fence operation, pulling off raids with heavy criminals. Plus, his pheromones draw women—but no hookers or randos. All started as business partners."
"Freakishly upright in depravity."
"Exactly. He won't miss this chance. Might kidnap infants en masse to tug soldier heartstrings, or approach troops pretending to mediate between gangs and civilians. He knows precisely who to kill or recruit. Hell, even our orders might play into his calculations."
"...Understood. He's likely to seize control. We'll prepare."
Melin's side -_-
"Whoa, blondie! Why're you here?"
"To dirty that outfit?"
For a split second, the filthy gazes of every man here—and their collective psionics—flashed through my mind.
They weren't just imagining gang-raping me; they pictured my orgasmic face, force-feeding it into my brain to shatter my psyche.
Some couldn't hold back, pants down, massive cocks out, jerking furiously while shoving visions of me staring, eagerly sucking them off into both their minds and mine.
'Ugh, these fuckers...'
"You fucking bastards, wanna die?"
The pissed-off U.S. troops behind me raised rifles, but no one cared.
If anything...
"Aw, you jealous? Stuck jerking from afar?"
"Can't do this like us?"
"'Cause of your precious rules!!"
"What bullshit, you dogs."
"Don't spew your inferior alien gibberish—we can't parse your pathetic level."
"You goddamn subhumans."
Treating U.S. authority like jerk-off aids crossed the line—machine guns deployed en masse.
But they ignored it, cramming fantasies into my head.
They coalesced into one vivid image.
(Their vision of me)
"Haa... haa..."
Naked, I toss my head right, drooling.
Their disgusting tongues lap traces over it.
"Mmm..."
"Her pussy looks fucking delicious."
"Nah, start from the top!"
Their rough, stinking hands grope me.
"Ooh... look! Nips already hard!"
"Be honest, slut—you're savoring with eyes closed?"
Thud.
Thud.
"This says it's too good."
"Hey, going in."
Squelch.
Squish.
But right then—
(Back to reality)
"Gaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!"
"Wha—why?!"
"Grah! This bitch's pussy clamped so hard my dick snapped off!!!!!!"
"Whaaaat?!"
"Brains not working? To handle you all, my pussy grip's gotta be superhuman. Come on, boys. I'll make you cum blood."
Then I unleashed my powers, shredding their clothes.
Riiip—crackle.
Using charm too, naked, I approached—they nosebled, knelt, awaiting my touch. Precum drooled from their tips.
Squirt... squirt... squirt...
"Mmm~~"
Grabbing heads, shoving mouths to my nipples—cum erupted below each time.
Crack.
I crotch-kicked, bursting balls with blood and semen mix, but they ignored it. Mid-jerk frenzy, arousal overrode pain.
"Ughhh..."
"Ugh, what? Gonna gang-rape me? Hurry with those busted dicks!"
But witnessing my overwhelming durability, physique, beauty, and charm left illegals and gangs frozen.
Then the guy who'd jammed his filthy cock in me—ripped off by my clamp—stopped screaming, bled out dead.
I yanked his severed dick from deep inside my pussy with my right hand, hurling it straight into his mouth.
Splat.
Splaaatter.
Spuuurt.
His cock pierced mouth to nape.
Thud.
"Ahahaha!! Your filthy prick was loaded with nasty cum, huh?"
They saw, my mocking laugh turned resentment to terror.
They'd targeted my looks and clothes to vent via rape—no grounds to complain about my rape-talk.
And against my transcendent body? Futile.
I seized the moment, flipping the threat.
"Listen up. Jerk off to me like mad, right now. Cum till I'm satisfied. Or I'll rip 'em off myself. Could be a reward?"
"B-but..."
"What? Don't like my naked bod?"
I strode boldly nude among them, brushing skin deliberately, then straddled the center.
"Never jerked before?"
Seductively raising left arm, lips teasing sensually, I beckoned with right hand.
"Mmm~~ Nothing coming out yet?"
Pointing blatantly at their cocks.
"That's your fate, you wankers."
Clis telepathed, seeing this.
'Planning erectile dysfunction for all?''If needed. You know I'm not really like this.''Too casual for that. Zero seriousness.''Kill 'em outright then?''Nope.''Then watch nicely~~''Fine. Spot Yu Huin-rok. He's the instigator—most composed.''Got it.'
"Mmm... nothing? Guess no choice..."
I started telekinetically ripping cocks wholesale.
"Gaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Gyaaaaah!!!!"
"Hahaha... cumming too much?"
"Ughhh..."
Thud.
They collapsed into their own cock-blood pools.
Blood kept flowing; strength drained till noses plunged into the mess.
Hummm.
I reformed clothes with powers, heartbeat-scan spotting the resolute one: Yu Huin-rok.
Whoosh.
I rocketed there, grabbed, hoisted him.
"You're Yu Huin-rok."
"H-how...?"
"Stirring mobs for a swarm attack? Utterly foolish. Should've known who you faced! Think your petty common sense sways me?"
Crunch.
Gripped his head, slowly twisted.
"Grahhhhhh!!!!"
"Plenty of lovers followed you? But your recklessness ends here. Lead. Your crime-boss women are camped nearby. And your big-score crew too. Guide us."