Nox's POV:
Dear diary.
Today, my wishes came true, and I was finally rescued from that crappy estate, by some kindhearted bdsm fanatics. They even tried to help me get a new identity by taking me to a make-up artist in the red-light district, to disguise me, but alas, I cannot remove this mask as there is an evil power sealed in my face. So, I just ripped off the lady's face and wore that instead.
When they saw my knew look, the masochists got so horny they tried to jump me, so as thanks for their help, I introduced them to the holy grail of pain lovers everywhere, the pain-stick. That is when I came up with a great idea and smacked them all into an abandoned building before doing some reconstructive surgery.
I took a vote on their behalf, and we all agreed to go into business together. I quickly gave the wife-beater a call to skip all the paperwork to open a new whore house in exchange for a trinket that will hold the mud-lady at bay for a while. We took another one person vote and decided to name our new business after their shared love interest the rat man, but for the sake of stupid people like the wife-beater, we decided to use his alter ego 'Yang Ping'.
On the first night we managed to drum up a few customers and after a quick and conclusive survey of the 5 people who entered I realized just how lucrative the Yang Clan name is for a bdsm club, as nearly all the people who came entered the Yang Ping punching room at least once. So, I had the rest of my new prostitutes have another face change and we now have a lineup of the rat man, the rat man, and let's not forget the rat man, with a few replicas because the other's looked so left out with their horrified expressions of fear.
I still remember the punch happy crowd we saw on night two as they all seemed eager to have some fun in my new bdsm club of rat man lookalikes. In only a week we have become so successful as the only Yang themed sex club in town, that we are getting ready to expand, but don't worry, I haven't forgotten why I hired those guard dogs. I had a secret entrance installed behind the Yang estate so that I can still take care of my secret project without having to be assaulted by that granny or muscle-maniac. And hopefully, the dumbass learned his lesson and won't take any more candy from strangers, so I can just relax in my underground office bunker, counting my magic stones and working on my core, while I wait for the granny making a fuss up above to leave.
Life was good.
*BOOM*
Just as I was about to finish up a batch of earth goop for my secret project that will solve all my problems, I heard a loud explosion from above that caused the bottles of glowing brown paint to fall off the shelf and spill all over the floor, destroying a week's worth of cash I earned through my employs' blood, sweat and tears. Feeling pissed, I just lost a ton of poop energy, I climbed up the ladder to make a noise complaint.
"WHO DARES SPREAD THIS SLANDER?!"
It would seem the spoiled sheep had gotten so excited when he heard about this place, he went a little too wild and leveled my pimp house.
"HEY, SPOILED SHEEP! YOU BETTER PAY FOR THE DAMAGES OR I'LL SUE YO ASS!" I shouted as politely as I could.
"HUH? WHO ARE YOU?! GO GET WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS TRANSGRESSION OF MY-! I MEAN, THE PRIDE OF THE CITY LORD'S BENEFACTORS!" The spoiled sheep baaed back at me.
"You're lookin at em! Now pay up or I'll be adding you to my workforce!" I said, offering this poor broke sheep a job out of the kindness of my heart.
"YOU?! YOU ARE THE SHAMELESS SCOUNDREL?!"
"Didn't you hear me! PAY UP, YOU DEAF SHEEP!" I shouted in hopes of reaching this deaf sheep.
It would seem like the spoiled sheep was getting too excited again as he soon started farting out his orange stage photon wool for me to shave off his body.
"DIE!!! Huh?"
*slurp*
Luckily for the sheep, I still needed some solar energy in my diet, so I accepted his alternate form of payment as I spat a blue fire loogie at him and his lightbulb hand before slurping his qi through the awesome mouth hole that came with this flesh mask.
*burp*
"Okey dokey! You can go now!" I said before closing the hatch as I climbed back down into my bunker.
I then started fire slurping whatever amount of my spilled radioactive chocolate milk my core could take. Unfortunately, there was still too much for my spirit-bowels to take at once, so I pulled out my tools and got to work on salvaging this mess. Unfortunately, I only managed to turn about a tenth of it into chocolate pills before it all evaporated.
*Smash*
"KILL HER! SHE IS A DEMONIC PRACTITIONER!"
Smashing their way into my bunker came the spoiled sheep and his flock of armored fanboys. He was holding out my wanted poster, obviously wanting an autograph from this almost tall again beauty, as he screamed and shouted in excitement. Meanwhile, his friends reached out so they could shake my hand, face, and whatever else they could grab on to, but alas…
*Spray*
"AAAAAHHH!"
"Please respect my personal space!" I said to the guys I just pepper sprayed.
I try not to make physical contact with my fans. You never know where their hands have been. Unfortunately, it seems they are also deaf like the spoiled sheep, or they really wanted a piece of my hair they could use for their voodoo dolls, cause those who were not rubbing their eyes in pain came rushing at me.
"Boop!" I said as I pushed the button under my workbench right before they pinned me to the ground so they could gag and handcuffed me.
"Good! Make sure the gag stays on! She needs to use her mouth to steal your qi! Now take her to be punished before sending, her hed, two. Da. Derk…"
*Thud**Thud**Thud*
As soon as they were about to carry me out of the bunker, the crap load of paralytic gas that was released from my button pressing finally kicked in, and they all spontaneously started making out with the floor.
"Okey dokey! You guys sit there and think about what you did while I go get your parents!" I said after I picked the lock on my handcuffs and pulled off the bag.
I then walked past the sheep with his limp ass in the air as I climbed out of the partially broken exit to go look for the wife-beater, but then I suddenly remembered.
"I wouldn't want them to catch a cold! Let's put on the heater!" I said as I turned around after climbing out of the hole.
Some people might be coldhearted enough to leave those delinquents to freeze in a cold room-temperature bunker full of flammable farts, but not me. So, I lit a match and threw it down the hole.
*BOOM*
"Cool girls don't look at explosions!" I mumbled as I walked away from the toasty fireplace shooting out of the hole behind me. I got this warm feeling from doing the right thing, though that could just be the fire.