[Time skip — 3 months FOV: Hakim]
I yank her leash back, reminding her who's in control. It tightens, making her gasp and moan in pleasure. "Daddy more she yells out. I slap her right ass cheek . Jajajajaj. Remember you asked for this, love."
I start to pound her ruthlessly while laughing. JAJAJAJA! "I know you're enjoying yourself. Your mother definitely did."
I glance to my right — Sammy is already out cold, sprawled under a blanket, drenched in sweat from her "fuking." I chuckle. "Jas, I think I went too hard on Sam. Put her right to sleep."
Jasmine looks back at me, love annd lust flickering in her eyes. "Break me daddy!" She yells out while moaning.
I laugh even harder. "JAJAJAJAJA! Gladly."
[TheVillage'sMadness]: (Image of a white‑haired man on his knees, pounding the ground, crying) "It should have been me, not him! Me!"
[One hour later — POV Hakim]
JAJAJAJAJAJA! "You made beautiful music, Jas." As I am pulling out of her before the knock at the door interrupts me.
I stop mid motion and say. "Come in."
Toothless steps in — 5'8, all muscle, bald head gleaming, braces holding up his trousers. He freezes, eyes flicking from me to my member, that is still somewhat inside his sister and then his mother who is sleeping not too far away from us.
"Sir, the local thug leaders are here for the meeting," he says, hands behind his back, voice steady but eyes betraying nerves, fear and a little bit of anger.
I linger a moment longer before fully pulling out, I then rise to my full 6'8. My frame's like Biscuit Oliva's — bulkier, huskier. My curly afro, streaked purple and white, nearly brushes my back. Sweat still clings to my caramel skin from the three‑hour workout.
I stretch, unbothered by my dik swinging. Toothless's eyes flick downward before he snaps them back up.
I grin. "Yeah, I know, huge, right? Got lucky in this life. Wasn't so lucky in the last one though, I was slightly above average." JAJAJAJAJA!
He stammers, confuse, "Yes, Boss… it's, uh…" He paused and looked at it again. "Yeah, it's big." He mumbles out.
[Vicky Whisper]: "Mmm… showing yourself off like that, my king? You're cruel. You know he could never compare. You only belong to me."
I stop "…Vicky? Did you just say something? I whispered to myself.
[Vicky]: "She says shyly… No, no, you're imagining things. Focus on your meeting, Hakim."
"Hm." I shrug my shoulders. "Whatever. Anyway thank you for the compliment, Toothless." I chuckle, then wave it off. "Now, back to business. You said the thug leaders are here?"
"Yes, Boss."
A cruel grin spreads across my face, sharp canines flashing. "Good." I walk over to my outfit that's on the dresser.
I start putting on my custom tailored purple suit with black stripes, sliding on purple socks and black boots. "What's today's date?"
"November 26th, 1970, Boss."
"Thanksgiving tomorrow, huh? We'll worry about that later. Just gotta help my mum in the kitchen." I mutter the last part, then glance back. "You've have trusted people watching over her right?"
"Yes, Boss. Four of them."
"Good." I walk over to him and then clap his shoulder, towering over him. My grin sharpens. "Remember — if anything happens to her, you know what I'll do to you right?"
His body trembles. "Y-y-y-yes, Boss, I remember."
"Good." I pat his back, then stride past him. "Say goodbye to your mom and sis and then follow me. Let's get this party started." JAJAJAJAJA!
I slowly stop laughing as I walk toward the stairs.
[TheVillage'sMadness]: Did you really have to make me watch while you get some puss?
(Image of a white‑haired man looking dead inside)
I stop and glance at chat. "My guy, nobody made you stay and watch. You did that to yourself. Don't blame me for your fetish."
[TheVillage'sMadness]: Shut the fuk up and focus on your meeting.
(Image of a white‑haired man looking enraged)
JAJAJAJA! My laugh bounces off the stairway walls. "My, my… someone's jealous."
[Vicky Whisper]: "Don't waste your laugh on him, Hakim. He doesn't deserve it. Save it for me."
[TheVillage'sMadness]: (Image of a white‑haired man giving the bird)
[TheCrimsonFuker]: I had to find my own blood to get me all the way there, but I did it. Heehee.
(Image of Crimson naked as a female, covered in blood)
"The hell? Why are you a female? You… you know what? No, no. This is going in the file of weird shit you can do — and the reason I should never meet you in person."
"Vicky, add this to the file: keep Crimson very far away from me. One, he/she is a trap or something. Two, they're way too down bad for blood."
[Vicky]: I got you HRB.
"Good." A shiver runs down my spine. "Yeah, just gonna forget that."
[Vicky Whisper]: "I'll keep the file for you. I'll keep everything for you. Always."
I continue down the stairs, heading to the bar beneath the apartments. This was Toothless's home and gang hideout — but you know, it's mine now.
As I reach the bottom floor, I see ten rough‑looking people standing around. My heavy steps draw their eyes; they freeze. I flash what I think is a kind smile, baring sharp canines. Some tremble, fear in their eyes. Others glare with defiance. My grin widens.
"Oh, this will be fun," I whisper to myself.
[Vicky Whisper]: "Yes… break them, Hakim. Show them what happens when they look at you with anything but devotion."
I stride closer, arms spread wide like I'm welcoming them for a hug. "JAJAJAJA!" My laugh fills the bar. I stop three feet from the nearest man, towering over him. His eyes betray his fear.
"Gentlemen, I'm so happy you committed on such short notice." I lower my arms. "Now come, come. Let's go to the meeting area." I beckon with my right hand. "You know how it is in the movies — the bad guy's lair is always in an alley, a basement, the back of a bar. Somewhere gloomy and dark. JAJAJA!"
As I lead them toward the back, Toothless finally appears downstairs.
"Ah, Toothless. There you are. Bring us drinks — whiskey for me, beer and Cigars for them, and A blunt for me. You know how I like it."
"Yes, Boss," he says stiffly.
"Good, good."
We leave the bar, slip into the alley, and stop before a metal door. Painted across it is an image of my mother tattoo— but instead of the cobra being pink, it's purple and black, coiled around a much darker arm.
"Here we are," I say, fishing for the keys.
[Vicky Whisper]: "Even your mother watches over you… but she'll never love you like I do."
"Ah, here it is," I say, acting like I'm pulling the key from my pocket. In reality, I pull it from my inventory.
I unlock the door and push it open, revealing a room that looks like a man cave. A couch sits at the back, a table with ten chairs in the middle.
The walls are covered with paintings I made myself — anime characters, cartoon figures, and others that don't even exist in this world yet. A bookshelf is crammed with sketchbooks, comics, and manga.
The floor is dark wood, and beneath the table and chairs lies a purple carpet. Shelves along the wall are stocked with bottles of liquor.
At the entrance, a purple doormat greets visitors with the word WELCOME. The room is brightly lit.
I step inside, wiping my feet on the mat before heading to my chair — larger than the rest, black wood with a purple cushion.
I sit, crossing my legs. "Come on, guys, don't be shy. But wipe your damn feet on the doormat before you come in," I say with a happy smile.
They file in one by one, wiping their shoes, glancing around. Some sit immediately, others linger to take in the strange décor before choosing a seat.
I wait until everyone is settled, saying nothing. Just smiling. Just staring.
One man starts to speak, but I raise a finger. He silences himself instantly.
I lower my hand, still smiling, still watching.
[Vicky Whisper]: "They squirm under your silence. Even without words, you own them."
[10 minutes later]
The room is filled with nothing but silence. I haven't moved an inch. My smile never fades. They shift uncomfortably in their chairs, eyes darting.
A knock breaks the tension.
"Ah, finally. Come on in," I call.
The door opens. Toothless enters, balancing a tray of 10 beers and a single glass cup and a box of cigars in his left hand, a suitcase in his right. He dutifully wipes his feet on the mat before stepping inside.
He sets the tray on the table grabbing the glass cup, then approaches me with the suitcase and glass.
"Here you go, Boss," he says, handing both over.
I place both on the table and opening the suitcase, revealing a whiskey bottle and four blunts. I take one blunt and the whiskey, close the case, and hand it back. Toothless took a lighter from his pocket.
"Thanks." I take it, then lean closer, whispering in his ear: "Guard the door. Make sure you lock it."
"Yes, Boss. Will do."
He straightens, exits with the suitcase, and shuts the door. A faint click follows — the lock sliding into place.
[Vicky Whisper]: "Good boy. He knows better than to disobey you. They all do."
One of the men starts, "What wa—"
Before he can finish, I cut him off. "So, guys, you know why you're here."
I light the blunt, take a drag, and pour myself a cup of whiskey.
I swirl the glass lazily, watching the amber liquid catch the light. Smoke streams from my nose like a bull as I wait for someone to answer.
One of the more arrogant fools speaks up. "I don't know about these fukers, but I'm here for compensation.
You've been taking over my territory, running out my dealers."
Others chime in, voices rising.
"Yeah, you owe us!" "We lost money because of you!"
The room devolves into shouting.
I just sit back, smoking, sipping whiskey, smiling. Ten minutes of their noise, and I don't say a word.
Instead, I talk to chat.
"Crimson, I don't care who you bring up to this fight — Uncle Grandpa is winning hands down. Uncle Grandpa could whoop your ass. Hell, he could whoop most of y'all asses."
"Have you seen some of the crazy shit he survived? Like his universe gets erased, brought it back like it's nothing. And that's just a casual Monday for him."
[TheCrimsonFuker]: Can Uncle Grandpa beat Misogi Kumagawa, who denies aspects of reality with All Fiction?
"Misogi doesn't even have full control of his power. He can only deny one thing in reality. Uncle Grandpa can hop universes, clone himself, spread across realities.
Craziest shit ever. You know what? Let's watch a video."
"Vicky, pull up a video of Grandpa's feats."
[Vicky]: HRB, you're still in the meeting.
"Meeting what?" I blink, finally noticing the ten men staring at me like I've lost my mind. "Was I… talking out loud?"
[Vicky]: Yes, you were. And you still are.
"Well, fuk me." I puff the blunt, exhale smoke. "Forgot you guys were here. Ummm… Vicky, what were they talking about again?"
[Vicky]: They were demanding compensation for you running out their dealers and taking over their territory.
"Compensation?" I blink, then burst into manic laughter.
"JAJAJAJA! You—JAJAJA—want—JAJAJAJA—compensation? JAJAJAJAJAJA!"
I laugh until my sides ache, then calm down, still giggling. The blunt smolders in my hand. I look up at their dead‑serious faces.
"Oh shit, you're for real." I straighten in my chair, inhale deep, blow out a dark cloud through my nose.
My grin fades into something sharper.
"I'm not giving you compensation. No. I've got a better deal." I lean forward, hands steepled like Mr. Burns.
"You're going to join me. Become my lieutenants. I'll be the big boss, you'll be the mini‑bosses. Control your little people under me.
What do you say?" I chuckle. "Ah, who am I kidding? Of cou—"
A man slams his hand on the table, cutting me off. He's older, maybe in his forties. Black slicked‑back hair, well‑kept beard, gray suit. His eyes burn with fury.
"How fuking dare you drag me here just to waste my time with these bullshit games! I want
compensation. Now. Or it's your fuking ass!" He punctuates each word with a finger jab against the table.
I grin wide, cruel. My aura shifts. Kill the Instinct leaks out.
"Sit. Down."
He freezes, trembling, then slowly lowers himself back into his chair.
[Vicky Whisper]: "Yes… make him obey. They all will. They can't resist you."
Just as I'm about to speak, another fool decides to open his mouth.
"Hey, I don't like that damn tone you got there," he yells.
I turn my attention to him — a well‑built young guy, barely in his twenties. Black suit, disheveled hair, arrogance dripping from his face.
"If you keep talking like that, I'll have my men pay your mom a visit. Pretty little thing, ain't she? I know exactly where she lives, boy."
My smile vanishes. Veins bulge on my neck.
"Ohh, you don't say?" I rise slowly.
"You know where my mom lives?" I walk toward the couch, undoing the buttons on my purple blazer, blunt still clenched between my lips.
"You know, it takes a lot to piss me off," I say, folding the blazer neatly on the couch. "And one of those things… is my mum."
Boots off. Shirt off. Veins crawling across my frame. Pants folded beside the blazer. Twenty eyes locked on me.
[Vicky Whisper]: "Yes… show them your true form. They should tremble at the sight of you."
"And you have the balls to threaten her?" My voice drops, low and dangerous.
I turn, standing at my full height, stripped down to white briefs and purple socks.
My face twists into something that could scare the devil himself.
Before anyone can react, I launch forward — vaulting onto the table, then at him. My hand clamps around his throat, lifting him off the ground.
The room gasps.
I grab a beer bottle off the table and bring his face closer and forcefully shoved it into his mouth before tossing him up and uppercutting him, making the beer bottle break in his mouth, causing beer, blood, a tooth and glass to fly out his mouth before he could fall to the floor.
I grabbed him by the face and smashed his face into the table with full force. On the second hit, he went through the table.
[Vicky Whisper]: "That's right. No one touches her. No one touches what's yours."
I let go of his face, letting his body drop to the carpet. And then I start to stomp on his head. On the 3rd hit, his head looked like a watermelon.
I stand up straight, smoke curling from my nostrils. "Look what you made me do?"
Silence.
I spit on the floor. "Tsk. That's gonna be a bich to clean."
I glance at my socks, stained. "Fuk. Bloody socks." I kick his body aside like trash.
"Dirty, filthy pig."
I inhale deep from my blunt, exhaling through my nose, calming myself. Then I turn to the nine others. Their faces are pale, some trembling, one clearly wetting himself.
[Vicky Whisper]: "Look at them. Broken already. They'll kneel, Hakim. They'll all kneel."
"You know," I mutter, wiping my foot on the body, "I tried to do this peacefully. Recruit you nicely. Talk it out.
But as you can see…" I gesture at the mess. "…that didn't work."
I grin, wide and cruel.
"So now, I'll do it the only way I know how. With violence."
I shrug. "Don't worry. You won't get the special treatment like him.
"But I'll still teach you a lesson. Maybe break a bone or two."
I spread my arms, laughter bubbling up.
Killer Instinct leaks out of me, heavy and suffocating.
''Now do sing for me!''