Wait… were they explicitly trying to figure out my Loot Box tech? Was my tech truly so evil that it had transformed into something that would require Cauldron's attentions? Or perhaps using the eddies of the Warp to randomise my Loot Boxes wasn't such a good idea after all…? I should probably look into that soon. But, in the meantime, it has at least made my Loot Boxes literally uncheatable.
… And those were the threats from without. From within, my dominion was decaying with acts of pure degeneracy…
[The Undersiders' Hideout]
Lisa Wilbourn turned up the volume of her C4D match, but the disturbing noises coming from the other room were still bleeding through.
"And looks like that's the end of our stream, I'm Jean16 and thank you for watching my stream! Let's meet up tomorrow when I play some C4D tomorrow! See you guys, UwU~!"
Then the door to said room swung wide open, and her power gave way, WAY too much information.
"Fuck, Alec, I don't want to look at you right now!" Lisa screeched- shielding her eyes, "At least change out of that miniskirt and pink thigh-high socks when you go out of your room!"
Jean-Paul 'Alec' Vasily (aka Regent) just frowned at her- crossing his arms over his purple croptop that showed off the pale skin of his flat tummy all the way down to where his black miniskirt was hanging dangerously low on his hips.
"You're the one who told me that I pulled off the Femboy look really well!" He shot back with a girly pout, "I'm earning almost as much money streaming myself playing video games all day long as I did stealing! Besides, these thigh-highs are really comfy!"
Lisa watched in horror as he rubbed his thighs together, and she caught a glimpse of-
"Ohmygod, are you wearing girl's g-string pantie- Blueeerrgghhh!"
She threw up her lunch all over the coffee table.
"Ew, Lisa! Gross!"
"Speak for yourself." She grimaced as she wiped her mouth while keeping her eyes firmly shut, "You're the one who flashes his ass all over the net."
"Don't talk to me about asses." Alec shot back as she heard him walk over to the kitchen- the clatter of soda bottles against root beer cans signalling that he was searching the fridge.
He's bending over to reach the milk at the back of the fridge where he hid his energy drinks.
His pale ass is completely exposed. It is plump and round.
Looks even better than yours.
Lisa just gritted her teeth. Sometimes, she absolutely hated her power. She refused to believe that Alec had a better ass than her. She had her pride as a teenage girl after all! But more than that, she was sure as hell can prove her powers wrong. Forcefully wrenching her one eye open for just a second, Lisa caught the slightest glimpse of her male teammate's exposed ass as he bent over at the fridge.
Perfectly symmetrical, lightly toned from life on the run, perfect layer of fat rounding it out.
Definitely looks even better than yours.
Fuck you, power. Fuck youuuuu.
Besides, aren't you the one making Brian do all those squats lately to work on his ass?" He asked as he finally found the energy drink that he had.
"Yeah, cuz the seduction mission is still a go." Lisa grinned proudly, "After that 'Armsmaster Blue' incident, I managed to convince the boss to reconsider. After all, if Magos liked Armsie's ass, then he'll definitely love Brians! He didn't sound like he needed much convincing though. I think the boss is desperate to find any worthwhile information on Magos."
"I thought that was Brian's mission only." Alec wondered out loud as he took a sip from his drink- his choker hiding the movement of his Adam's apple, "Or did you convince Brian to split it with you?"
"Nah, Brian is the one who's going to be earning the big bucks. But I just wanted to be proven right, and that makes it all worth it for me."
And yet, I-
Oh fuck, I'm broke.
Technically speaking, not broke.
In an effort to stop the deluge of filthy organic ass pics being sent to me, I had bought a majority stake in PHO, but that may have been too big to chew for my bank accounts.
I was 'only' a multi-millionaire, not a billionaire. I was pouring copious amounts of money over a dozen different places in such large quantities that it will take a month or two before I fully recover- which was blindingly fast… just not for Earth-Bet. Because, this multiverse was going to end in 50 months in the most optimistic scenarios.
Which meant that I needed even more money, which in turn meant…
Several predatory business practices from the 21st century are viable to exploit Earth-Bet for immense pro-
"No." I immediately refused my Logis Acceleritas' suggestion. "I have committed enough horrific evils."
Profit leads to Capital leads to Raw Materials leads to gynoid waifus.
"No."
Thicc gynoid thighs for lap-pillows. Luxurious and perfectly synthetic.
"No."
Perfectly formed mouths, no need for air… and artificial tongues that can operate for hours on end without tire.
"Stop taunting me, my brain." I half-threatened.
Impeccably-soft android vagina. By the pairs, by the dozens.
I folded.
"I am so sorry, Earth-Bet. But this… This needs to be done. It's for a good cause."
It was time to make another game to squeeze out even more money out of the people of Earth-Bet through questionable business practices. And so, on a floating hololith pane, I typed in the working title of my new game and just stared at it. The simple letters belying the horror that I was about to unleash upon this world. First came the Loot Boxes, then came the Paid Mods, and now…
Fate Impact
… now comes the gacha waifu game.
If Earth-Bet wasn't doomed before, then it certainly is now. Let the waifu wars begin.
Magos' Manufactorum]
There I stood victorious, in the most important battlefield that I had found myself in thus far: The bedroom.
On the workbench before me sat my prize- an exceedingly beautiful blonde woman, unclothed and breathless. Her ocean blue eyes hooded and stared at me lustily as she sat there completely naked from head to toe. Her silky blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders to suggestively frame her perky C-cup breasts. Through soft pink lips, she panted. And her graceful hourglass frame was a sight to behold as she spread her soft, creamy thighs and revealed her dripping femininity.
" Mmmm~ Is there anything else I can help you with, master ?" the blonde asked in Binharic Cant. A compressed bark of beeps, whistles and drones that could efficiently shorten communication to a thousandth of a second. A language that was impossible for a human voice box to make.