By now, everyone in Villian Ville had heard the whispers.
Tim had lost nearly eighty members. His so-called Tidam Alliance was a joke, whittled down to a man and a handful of girls. Some called him stubborn. Others called him suicidal. But all of them laughed when they heard about his newest recruit.
"They say he picked up a stray," one merchant muttered.
"A little kitten clinging to his side," another chuckled.
"She won't last a night," a fighter sneered.
The words spread like smoke. And Amy let them.
She played her part perfectly: wide brown eyes that glistened like a helpless Instagram model caught in the rain, soft lips trembling, her curves making her look like she should be walking a TikTok dance trend instead of surviving a killing night. Men looked at her and saw a vulnerable girl who'd do anything to stay alive. Women looked at her and saw pity. Nobody saw the knife hidden behind her sweet pout.
Tim didn't miss the whispers, nor the way Amy leaned into them. But he didn't stop her either. He was waiting to see which mask was real — the innocent kitten, or the fox beneath.
The answer came the next night.
The bells tolled. Killing time.
Tim, Lacey, Yuko, and Amy moved through the dark alleys together. The air was thick with smoke and iron, the scent of blood drifting in from nearby streets. Tonight, they weren't hunting prey — the prey found them.
A group of six men blocked the alley ahead. Scarred, grinning, weapons gleaming.
"Well, well," their leader drawled, eyeing the girls like drunk frat boys spotting fresh meat. "This must be the famous Tidam Alliance. One man, three women. You don't even need to fight — we'll be happy to take the girls off your hands."
Laughter rippled through the group. Their eyes lingered on each girl in turn.
Lacey looked like a lingerie model ripped straight off a Victoria's Secret runway — big, natural boobs straining against her top, her innocent face framed by silky hair that made her look too gentle to hold a blade. Her thick thighs peeked from shorts, her curves swaying as she moved. Most men underestimated her, distracted by the softness — until she cut them down with military precision.
Yuko was different — petite, slim, and sharp-eyed, like a K-pop idol who swapped the stage for a knife. Her short skirt and cropped shirt flashed smooth midriff and legs toned enough to belong in a dance video. Cute cheeks and glossy lips gave her a schoolgirl vibe, but her eyes betrayed her: mature, cunning, always plotting. She wasn't here to look sexy — but she knew how much her look disarmed enemies before she slit their throats.
And then Amy — the lost kitten. Slim with soft curves, boobs perky beneath her ragged blouse, ass round enough to make her skirt ride high when she bent. She had that OnlyFans "girl-next-door" vibe, the kind of body men thought they could buy or own. Combined with her trembling lips and doe eyes, she looked like prey begging for protection. But Tim already knew: the act was bait.
The leader sneered, staring at Amy. "Especially this one. She looks like she wouldn't last a kiss, let alone a fight."
Amy gasped and hid her face against Tim's chest.
The men roared with laughter.
Tim gripped his knife tighter, ready to silence them. But Amy's whisper cut through the noise. "Wait."
He glanced down. She was smiling — not the trembling kitten act, but a sly, wicked grin.
She slipped free of his arms and stumbled forward, eyes wide again, voice cracking with fake terror. "P-Please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything."
The men howled. One lunged forward, reaching for her chest.
Amy's tears vanished. She snatched the dagger from his belt, twisted, and shoved it up beneath his ribs. Blood sprayed across her blouse, soaking her cleavage.
The alley went silent.
Amy blinked innocently, tilting her head as the man dropped dead at her feet. "Oops."
The other five roared and rushed.
Lacey stepped up, her boobs bouncing as she swung her blade like a pro fighter, cutting one clean across the throat. Yuko darted left, thighs flashing under her skirt as she tripped another and buried her knife into his side.
Amy? She played dirty.
She stumbled like she was scared, drawing one man in, then smashed her ass back into his gut hard enough to knock him off balance. She slid low, swiping his legs before gutting him with the dagger she'd stolen. Another lunged, but she shrieked like prey, tricking him into grabbing her — only for her knife to slash his wrist as she smiled sweetly in his face.
The last tried to flee. Amy chased, leaping onto his back like a TikTok daredevil, legs wrapped around his waist, grinding her hips tight as she drove her knife into his throat. He collapsed, and she rode him to the ground, breathless but grinning.
Silence again.
Amy stood in the middle of the bloodbath, blouse torn, cleavage streaked red, her brown eyes blinking innocently as if nothing had happened.
She turned to Tim with that kitten pout. "See? I can be useful."
Tim stared, chest heaving. He'd seen Lacey's strength, Yuko's cunning. But Amy was different. She weaponized innocence. She was chaos wrapped in curves.
"You're dangerous," he said flatly.
Amy's lips curved into that sly grin. "Only to them. To you, I'm loyal."
Lacey crossed her arms, chest rising. "She's reckless."
Yuko smirked. "No. She's clever. I like her."
Tim stepped closer, knife in hand. "If you ever turn that trick on us, I'll end you myself."
Amy only leaned forward, her boobs pressing against him, voice sugar-sweet. "Of course, master."
Tim didn't buy the act. But he didn't need to. She was a swindler — and now she was his swindler.
By dawn, the Ville whispered again. Tidam Alliance wasn't just a man and two women anymore.
They had a third.
Amy — the lost kitten, the innocent swindler. Soft curves and sweet eyes hiding a blade. Absolute in her loyalty.
And Jenny's empire had one more reason to fear.