It’s a Villain， but People Like It 132

Chapter 132 – #133 Why Do I Keep Getting the Leading Stack?(4)

#133 Why does the precedence stack keep piling up? (4)

“Are you sure you don’t have to worry anymore?”

I murmured while looking at the waterdrop tattoo symbolizing Yuna on my left forearm. To be precise, I looked at the tattoo in the shape of a new virgin ghost next to the waterdrop tattoo.

The tattoo of a virgin ghost with her arms outstretched and her long hair hiding most of her face looked like it would jump out of her forearm at any moment and choke me.

“Look at what you fuck, bitch.”

-…

For some reason, I felt bad and cursed at my tattoo. The tiger is booming! I don’t know if it’s because I’m in the mood, but I feel like a ghost has shrunk.

Heh Fuck Bob Shack.

“Anyway, you can increase your tattoos this way.”

This made it clear that the tattoo would be added if I subdued the female hero and made him think of me as his master.

Honestly, until now, Yuna was the only test subject, so I wasn’t sure, and I was just thinking that it would be possible.

But this time, the tattoo symbolizing Gina was engraved, so the hypothesis became a truth.

“Huh-huh. Okay. Then next… This is quite interesting. After a ghost, a devil.”

The next harem member after Gina was a succubus. Even though she allowed me to give her body, she sincerely did not give in, and the only woman with superpowers was a succubus.

“Yes…”

Muck and muck-

“Oh gu oh gu, we Gina. Is your brother’s cock so delicious? He eats hard even while sleeping.”

Gina, who had collapsed from exhaustion, was chewing on my cock with her lips even while she was asleep. Perhaps in your dreams you are eating mushrooms or sausages that will never be cut?

“I want to wake up and do more, but…”

I wanted to stick another cock in my cum-crazed pussy right away. Did they say that it was the prince who woke up the sleeping princess in the forest? That was the wrong word. It is not the prince who wakes up the sleeping princess in the forest, but the king, ‘Jazi’.

“It’s okay.”

Gina pulled her cock out of her mouth and hugged her. Then, the cock was inserted into her pussy. The vaginal wall, which had grown to my size, welcomed the owner.

“Now.”

I closed her eyes as I held her in my arms.

I didn’t force myself to go to work today, so I had to go to work tomorrow. If you force yourself not to go again, Gina will hate you.

Although they said they came into my arms, I had no intention of locking them in a cage. It was better to watch them freely unleash their potential.

*****

As the morning dawned, our daily routine began again.

Gina went to work earlier than usual, saying she had to do a job she missed the day before, and Ellis went out with me (Mark Sam) to see her grocery store.

And I found a hideout after a long time.

“Is this a place where people live or a garbage dump? Can’t you clean it up quickly?!”

The hideout I found in two days reminded me of a garbage dump.

Starting from bottles of alcohol rolling everywhere, vomit that could tell what the gangsters ate the day before was laid like land mines. On top of the vomit, they were lying like corpses.

Who turned on the fluorescent lights…! You can’t open your eyes because it’s dazzling…!

“Uhhhhh…”

“Help me…”

“My hair is ringing…”

For reference, the last one, ‘My head is ringing’ doesn’t mean that my bald head is crying, it means ‘My head is ringing’. Don’t get me wrong. Cheer up hair loss people across the country!

Anyway, at my nagging, the gangsters who were strewn about like corpses rose from their seats. Waking up with vomit on his face or body was reminiscent of a scene from a zombie movie.

Do I have to hit the earthen pot with an ax?!

“You filthy bastards! Wash and clean up right now! If I come back and there’s even a speck of dirt left, I’ll shave your brains as well as your hair! Okay!”

“Uhhhhh…”

The zombies swayed and moved to wash up. I clicked my tongue when I saw it.

“Tsk. No matter how consumable it is, isn’t it too pointless? If other villains came in here right now, they would have been robbed? Fuck?”

Come to think of it, this was a more serious problem than I thought.

Would the villain save in the bank or use a card? Of course, all valuables such as cash, gold bars, and jewelry were asleep in my office safe. If not, millions of dollars are dormant.

But do you get rid of this? They said they were my real subordinates back then, but I can’t forgive them. First of all, I will take all the money I gave you as a salary.

“I’ll have to take the fucking safe home to my house… No, no. Wait a minute?”

As I entered the hideout, I noticed something strange and tilted my head.

“Why can’t a villain save money in the bank?

Depending on good and evil, people can be good people or bad people.

But there is no good or evil in money. Money is just money

“I’ll just leave it to the bank. Or I’ll make one of my own.”

There is no place as safe as a bank. It uses a safe that is so hard that it cannot be penetrated with moderate superpowers, and can decisively request the dispatch of heroes to the Hero Association.

When a villain gets into trouble, he’s one of three.

Take off your pants and run away, solve the problem with your own hands, or die.

Citizens can ask for help from the Hero Association in case of trouble, but Villains cannot. When a villain asks a hero for help, that person is no longer a villain. Just a jerk

“You can’t leave money like my blood in just about any bank… There’s only one bank where you don’t have to worry about being robbed by villains.”

Hero Bank.

It’s a bank run by the Hero Association, and it’s right across from the Hero Association. In addition, since heroes reside in the bank 24 hours a day, it was the hero bank that even the most powerful villain could never rob.

“I’ll leave my money there.”

Hmm! A hero can be trusted!

Anyway, when I got inside, I didn’t go to my office, but to the basement.

After clearing out the red stock piled up in the warehouse, I went inside through a hidden door. Except for me, Jungbo was the only one who knew that there was such a secret space in the basement.

“Are you here?”

“Yes. How is he?”

“It’s the same. No matter how S-class you are, anesthesia is being injected 24 hours a day.”

Upon entering, Mark, who was reading a book, greeted me. I asked Marc the status of the jet stream even though I already knew it. It’s been a while since I’ve said this, but keeping the concept was important.

Although he failed to keep the concept of a taciturn but cool sexy villain, he will definitely keep the concept of multiple personalities.

“…”

In the secret space of the basement lay a distraught jet stream. Starting from his forearms to his legs and other places where blood vessels were exposed, intravenous drips filled with anesthetic were inserted. I felt that even that was not enough, so I put an intravenous drip into my heart.

A large amount of anesthetic was injected into the jet stream, causing the elephant to pass out with just one hit.

After the war, I came here with the jet stream out of sight. In preparation for possible pursuers, he used alter egos to confuse the movement.

I could have killed the jet stream on the spot, but I didn’t. I couldn’t kill the jet stream yet.

“Where is the succubus now?”

“Where is it? It’s in the hotel in District 83. Since yesterday, it’s been whining to get Lamia back, so go and shut up.”

“Didn’t you do it yourself?”

“Are you crazy? Then you want me to die? That bitch really has to come forward.”

Mark was disgusted.

The succubus was a 8th level psychic, whereas the clones were 7th level psychic. The moment you lost your mind in sex, the succubus sucked all your stamina and spirit, and you could become a throat.

In order to safely commit a succubus, I, a level 10 psychic, had to step in myself.

“Anyway, keep an eye on it. You must keep this bastard alive in order to use these bastard minions.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“Okay.”

I entrusted the jet stream to Marc and came out. I plan to head to Area 83 to meet the remnants of the jet stream who survived the battle and submit the succubus as well.

Of course before-

“I’m going to go see some of our king worms.”

I headed for a building not far from the hideout. On the outside, there was a sign at the entrance of the building that was under construction -no entry-.

Ignoring the sign and going inside, I clicked my tongue at the scorched marks on the floor.

“Tsk. The tramps crawled in again. Did you come in again knowing that someone died here?”

Because the building is under construction, homeless people sometimes enter the building. However, this is the realm of steel armor, and my men patrolled this far, and then the bums caught by them were shot and killed.

For some time after that, the tramp had not been to the building, but it seemed that they had entered again and set fire to it.

“Anyway, they’re useless bastards? At times like this, you have to intercede.”

After the battle with the jet stream, he told his men to eat and drink, but at least they should do their jobs and play?

No fuck i’m not that tight Just do what you guys do and I won’t touch you. But why are you nagging me for not doing what you’re supposed to do? Huh? The weather is nice, so I have to hang out the blankets and sterilize them. In my time, I did it without anyone telling me!

“Come to think of it, where did this bastard go?”

So, just try taking it. Do not grind it with love.

After checking to see if anyone was there, I went downstairs. As in the hideout, there was a secret room in the basement here, and I entered through it.

“Hey hee hee profit?!”

“Whoa! Whoa!”

“Wow, it’s here! It’s here again! Aaaaagh!”

When I appeared, the bugs were frightened and started to run away. Even if you try to escape in a small space of about 3 pyeong, you won’t be able to go far.

I smiled at the bugs and stopped in front of an insect room.

“How are you?”

“…”

The huge man, the Dragonian, lay down on the floor and glared at me.

*****

Going back in time, right after Steel Armor left the hideout, the gangsters who came out cleanly gathered in front of the hideout. A terrifying gun in their hands!… Instead, brooms were held.

“Let’s clean up before we fall behind the boss!”

“But how far do I have to clean?”

“I know?”

We gathered to clean up, but we didn’t know how far to clean.

The boss they serve is a capricious and picky person, so there was a 99.99% chance that he would be fucked if he roughly cleaned the front of the hideout.

Steel Armor said he did it once, he couldn’t do a rough cleaning because he was a must.

“Um… Where is Jungbo?”

“I don’t know.”

“What the fuck.”

The gangsters tried to ask for help from the jungbo, but no one knew where the jungbo was. In fact, rather than asking for help, when the boss asked why he cleaned up here later, it was to pass the responsibility on to Jungbo.

Anyway, there was no intercessor to pass the responsibility on, so there was no other alternative for the hard workers.

“… Fuck, let’s clean everything up as far as we can see.”

“Ew fuck.”

“What is this…”

The gangsters grumbled and started cleaning the streets. They really started clearing out everything in sight-

[Next news. Recently, the ‘Skull Head Team’, the organization that dominates District 78, is a hot topic because it cleans the streets. I’ll connect you to Reporter Waiting Park, who is out at Area 78. Reporter Waiting Park?]

[This is Reporter Waiting Park. I’m in District 78 right now. As you can see here, members of the criminal organization Skull Heads with skull tattoos on their heads are cleaning the streets. In the meantime, opinions are emerging that it shows the will to wipe out other criminal organizations in 78…]

-Yaaaaa!!!!!!

[Oh! A Skull Head member is screaming! I’ll check what’s going on…]

– Hey, you bastard! There’s a trash can here! But why don’t you just throw it in the trash and throw it on the floor! You fucking bastard, do you want me to turn you into trash on the street?!

– Aaaaagh! Sin, sorry!!!!

[…?]

It was on the 9 o’clock news.

“… Why are they out there?”

And Steel Armor only found out after watching the news later.

Yes.

He forgot to have his men clean up.