Mary's Bold Proposition
Suddenly running into the organization's son leaves Rose flustered.
"Sis, when did you become a hero?"
"Uh, uh, well..."
The smug attitude vanishes as Rose, thoroughly rattled and shrinking back, just twirls her dagger nervously.
She can't even meet his eyes.
Every time Kylun takes a step forward, Rose retreats one.
"So Dad was working you too hard, and you ran away, huh?"
"Uh, yeah... something like that."
"Still, becoming a hero? That's a shock. Guess they don't check backgrounds too closely. Right?"
Kylun chats casually, treating her like the old acquaintance she is.
But the woman called Rose doesn't seem so relaxed—far from confident, in fact.
Something awkward lingers in the air.
No, not just awkwardness—something else—
"Mary-sis?"
"...Hic!"
The moment he calls her by her old organization name, she lets out a tiny, horrified squeak.
"Huh?"
Kylun eyes her curiously at the odd reaction.
Rose's gaze wavers.
"Ah... oh! Sorry! I got a call~"
She bolts from the scene in a panic.
"......Guess S-rank heroes are busy, huh."
Of course, Kylun doesn't think much of it.
Just a nice person he hasn't seen in ages—that's all.
No reason to cling to a casual old connection.
"Wait, sis!"
But there's one problem.
"Sis!!! When's this guy waking up?"
He has no choice but to wait, staring at the Association Staff member who's passed out before the job is fully done.
"No way, I can't just leave without waking him..."
Rose had been planning a little mean prank.
But the moment she realized her target was the underworld young master, she tucked tail and ran.
The woman called Mary in the organization flees in haste.
Why?
Why, why?
Confusion swirling, Rose races away, memories of her Mary days flooding back.
That said, there was a time when these two were quite close.
...Well, "close" might be a stretch, but anyway, there was such a time.
It started on the night of a celebratory party.
The crime organization's top dog—who was still active then—threw a lavish coming-of-age bash for his son.
Strip away the pomp and family ties, and it was just Kylun's adult birthday party.
"Drink up! Drink!!!"
"More! Chug it down!"
Like any party, the crowd's more hyped than the man of the hour, going wild.
The sprawling mansion reeks of booze, chaos everywhere.
"Ehehehe!!! Y-Young Master Kylun! Now you're all grr..."
"Hey, that guy's down—huh?"
The organization's men, extra fired up tonight, drop one by one.
No surprise after that much drinking.
"Ah..."
Meanwhile, the freshly minted adult Kylun stands awkwardly in the midst, sipping a few glasses of booze that still don't taste great.
Then the last guest arrives.
"Hm~ hm~"
In a space thick with alcohol fumes, a woman slips in late.
Rose—back then Mary—enters reeking of blood.
She's drenched head to toe from a fresh organization hit, but it's not her blood, so no injuries.
Mary grabs one of her sprawled, boozed-out subordinates off the floor.
"You lot have fun without your top exec, huh?"
"Hehehe..."
"...Shut it."
She hurls the sloshed underling aside.
Well, might as well show my face before I go.
She figures she'll make an appearance at the party.
And while she's at it, wash off all this blood in the shower—perfect.
"H-Hey, sis?"
"Hey~"
Kylun, used to such sights, greets the blood-soaked beauty without batting an eye.
Mary gives a casual wave and looks away.
Only to see the path blocked by a horde of drunks.
"Jeez, whose party is this anyway?"
Even in the mess, she hunts for a way to the showers.
But every route's clogged.
Only one option, then.
Crunch.
"Aaaagh!"
"I'm not that heavy, y'know?"
She stomps right over the drunks and goes.
"Hm~ hm~"
Humming her signature tune, she rinses the blood off under the shower's warm spray.
"No one's in there...?"
"These bastards are all wasted..."
She ignores the other drunken mutterings, but one voice she can't tune out reaches her ears.
Her boss, naturally.
Haven't even finished washing...
Still, duty to the boss comes first. Mary heads over without even drying off.
"Yesss~ You called?"
"Huh? You didn't have to come—you can rest."
The boss sounds puzzled at the sight of her.
"Gotta see the young master's face. And just tell me whatever it is. I'll handle it faster than these slowpokes."
"Haha, fine. Fetch my son, then. And pick a decent-looking girl."
Less obeying orders than plain curiosity about what was up, Mary drags him over.
"W-Wait, sis, why are you naked!?"
She snatches the wide-eyed young master and plops him in front of the boss.
"Ta-da~ Delivered. So, what'd you need?"
"Hold up, where's the girl?"
"I figure I'm pretty decent-looking myself."
Mary has fetched everything on the list.
His son: Kylun.
And a decent-looking girl: herself.
Of course, Mary is a knockout.
A seductive, dangerous vibe makes her approachable to men sick of giggling bimbos.
Though any guy who actually approaches Mary ends up dead.
"Hm, well... whatever. Let's just get to it."
The boss eyes her oddly but turns to his son.
"You're still a virgin, right?"
"I'm an adult now, y'know?"
"Look at this goody-two-shoes."
He points at Mary.
"Mary, go grab some sober chick to pop his cherry."
"W-Wait, Dad?"
"What? You gonna whine about 'first time should be with someone you love' like some girl?"
"N-No, it's just... too sudden."
Heh heh heh.
The boss laughs.
"So you hate it? You get to bang a babe."
"W-Well..."
But deep down, good-guy act aside, Kylun's still a man.
No reason to turn down sex—especially with a beauty.
"I-It doesn't sound that bad..."
"Look at this stiff—can't even say he likes it."
The boss points at Mary again.
"Anyway, find a clear-headed girl from the sober ones and tuck her in his room."
"Hm~ What about me?"
"Cough—you? You're volunteering?"
The boss chokes on his beer at the bombshell.
"Why not? I'm just as hot as any of 'em."
Mary throws her hat in the ring, unprompted.
"S-Sis?"
"Not bad. And fix that fake nice-guy act while you're at it."
"That's my specialty~"
"But remember—he's my son, not an assassination target."
"Boss, you worry too much. I know."
With that, she grabs Kylun's hand again.
"C'mon, young master—time to lose that V-card~"
"F-For real, sis—"
In her trademark swift move, she loops wire around him.
A light tug, and the young master zips off to the designated room.
"Whaaaaa..."
His scream fades into the distance.
Alone with the boss, Mary states her goal.
"If I like the young master, can I be his girlfriend?"
"Heh, that your angle?"
"Get tangled with me, and his personality'll change, right?"
"Fine, shape him up, and you got my blessing."
"Yesss~"
She seemed the type to revel thoughtlessly in carnage, but calculations always lurked beneath.
This time would be a success too.
Then I'll basically control the organization?
No matter how much she tweaks his personality, that hesitation won't lead it well.
So she'll command and rule as his wife.
Can't wait.
What happens next? Who knows.
"S-Sis?"
"Not undressed yet?"
"I-It's really okay? If you're just doing this 'cause of Dad, you don't have to."
"I'm totally fine with it~"
She's already rinsed off the last of the blood and entered the bedroom.
The stiff young master hasn't touched a single article of clothing.
"Hup~"
Mary yanks off his shirt in one go.
"Hm, nice frame~ but you need more gym time."
Quick body check.
Then she grabs his pants.
"W-Wait, too fast—"
"Lemme see how big our young master's grown—"
Overpowered by Rose's strength, his pants drop in a flash.
"Hm...?"
A crack appears in her usual leisurely smile.
"W-Wow..."
Her composure slips, just a bit.
"O-Our young master... you're huge, huh?"
For the first time, the young master has Mary flustered.
But this is only the beginning.