TSK! TSK!
"I am so annoyed! I can barely hold myself together in there... sighhh!!"
Zack's voice cut through the stale underground air as he stared up at the dim artificial lighting in 5th rock underground area. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, knuckles still aching from whatever had happened earlier. He kept walking toward the tunnel area, each step heavy with frustration as he desperately tried to force the tension out of his body.
The familiar path led him back to the resting area of his workplace. Upon arrival, he wore the same uniform as everyone else—a tight, dark suit that branded them all as workers in this underground hell. He moved to his usual spot at the far end of the space and sat down. Where a person once had been, a rock now served as his seat.
As more people slowly filtered in, preparing themselves for yet another day of labor, Zack remained still in the shadows, silently waiting for everyone to arrive.
Suddenly, a hand came from behind him, sliding over his shoulder with deliberate slowness. A woman's voice purred seductively near his ear, "Hey there, my boss! Did you have a great rest? Today I will serve you with all my heart."
"Hmmm..." Zack didn't say anything, just gave a curt nod without bothering to turn around.
"Hehe..." The rugged hair woman—the previous boss he'd defeated—came around and sat on the ground in front of him. She wrapped her arms around his thighs possessively and laid her head on his lap, getting comfortable like she belonged there.
Zack looked down at her with irritation flashing in his eyes. "Oye, rugged hair bitch, what are you doing?"
"Haha, what? You don't like my hair or what?" She tilted her head back to look up at him, her wild, tangled hair splaying across his thighs. "Don't worry, we have to at least act intimate in front of others." The woman smiled mischievously as she turned her face toward his belly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips while her eyes shamelessly checked out his crotch.
"Umm... boss, what is your order?" A shy, hesitant voice interrupted the moment.
Zack looked up to see the subordinate woman approaching slowly, her face flushed red with embarrassment as she kept her eyes mostly on the ground.
"Hmm..." He studied her for a second, then said simply, "Hey, rugged hair bitch, if you're clinging so much to me, then guide them properly and let them do the work without any mistakes. I have to go look for something."
He stood up abruptly, dislodging the rugged woman from his lap, and walked away without another word. The subordinate woman hurried to follow him, but her nervous eyes darted around the tunnel space. She could feel the stares—men and women alike looking at her with lustful interest that made her skin crawl. She freaked out internally and moved closer to Zack's side, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "Please, boss, can you... you... act a little bit?" She asked daringly while still looking at the ground, her courage faltering.
TSK!
Zack clicked his tongue in annoyance but reached out and gently held her waist, pulling her closer to his side. His touch was surprisingly careful despite his rough demeanor. "Fine. Just guide me wherever we can go. Stay focused and don't worry about others!"
He turned around at the tunnel entrance and gave the subordinate woman's waist a light pat—a signal for her to speak. With her face burning red, she raised her voice and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Everyone, follow the orders from rugged hair woman! The boss and I have some important work to do elsewhere!"
Everyone in the area smirked knowingly at the implications, their minds clearly jumping to conclusions. They did as they were told though, turning to follow the rugged-faced, as Zack and the subordinate woman went away in the opposite direction.
For some hours, Zack searched extensively through the tunnels connected to his area. He checked every corner, every shadowed alcove, every side passage—but he couldn't find anything useful. Whatever he was looking for remained frustratingly out of reach.
He stopped walking and asked, "Can't we go somewhere else?"
The subordinate woman, who'd been following quietly beside him, answered nervously, "No, boss. Each leader has their own area to work in. They can only go to those tunnels connected to their resting area. Other places are not allowed." She explained slowly, her voice apologetic.
"Hmmm, is there no other way?" he pressed, not ready to give up.
The woman's eyes widened slightly as she suddenly thought of something. She said hesitantly, "There is... you can still control multiple areas if you defeat their leaders. Of course, doing too much is not good for... various reasons... but it could help you see more places." As she spoke, her mind flashed back to yesterday's brutal fight, and she couldn't help but shiver at the memory.
"Hmm, that's good. Let's go. Let that previous boss woman lead us to good places where I can cover more areas."
Both of them headed back to the main resting area. When they arrived, they saw everyone working diligently in the dim light—some carrying supplies into the deeper tunnels, some patrolling the perimeter with makeshift weapons, some fixing broken equipment in the underground passages. It was organized chaos, but at least it was organized.
Zack walked over and sat at his usual place at the back where the shadows gathered thickest. He tapped the subordinate woman's arms, and she obediently sat down on his lap, her body tensing before she forced herself to relax. Taking a deep breath, she shouted embarrassedly but loudly, "LISTEN UP! WE ARE TAKING MORE PLACES! BOSS WANTS MORE AREA TO SUPERVISE! EVERYONE, YOU HAVE TO FIGHT BESIDE OUR BOSS! WHEN HE DEFEATS OTHERS, YOU HAVE TO DISCIPLINE THEM! OF COURSE, NO KILLING OR FORCING ONTO OTHERS WHEN THE BOSS IS AROUND!!"
She finished her announcement and smiled proudly as Zack nodded approvingly behind her.
"Good job, boss! Your good man orders won't clench their thirst." The rugged woman appeared beside them, her voice dripping with amusement. "Let them fight each other and taste other women while this woman serves you properly." She positioned her body in the space created between Zack's spread legs and tried to bring her face toward his crotch.
The subordinate woman turned away in embarrassment, not wanting to see this display, but she couldn't help peeking through the corner of her eyes. Zack's hand shot out and stopped the rugged woman's head from advancing, pushing her away firmly. "Just bring me to good areas," he ordered coldly.
The rugged woman licked her lips and smiled lustfully, clearly enjoying his rough treatment. "As you wish, boss."
Zack stood up, and the two women flanked him as he walked forward. Many men and women fell in line behind them, forming a small army ready to expand their territory.
Over the next few hours, Zack easily defeated four different leaders in their respective areas. Each fight was brutal but quick—he'd learned how to read his opponents, how to exploit their weaknesses. One by one, he brought those regions under his control. His reputation spread like wildfire through the tunnels.
At last, upon choosing one final area to conquer, he pushed through the entrance into a resting area and saw many people gathered there. The atmosphere hit him immediately—something was very wrong here.
"Hmm, I guess this is the worst place we've seen so far," Zack muttered, his eyes scanning the scene.
The sight before him was disturbing even by underground standards. Many people lay naked and lifeless around the space—some getting beaten up in corners, some being forced upon while they cried weakly, some working like slaves with dead eyes and hollow expressions. The air reeked of sweat, blood, and despair. In the middle of it all, a lean-looking man in his late twenties sat there staring upward in a daze, like he was high on something or had simply lost his mind to the power he wielded here.
"Hmmm..." The lean man's head suddenly snapped forward, his eyes focusing on the newcomers. He said loudly, his voice echoing off the tunnel walls, "I GUESS YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS MAKING A RUCKUS HERE! QUITE AMBITIOUS TO COME HERE, BRAT!"
The lean man got up, his movements slightly wobbly as if he was drunk or drugged. He came forward with his people surrounding him protectively—they looked more afraid of him than of the intruders. "Oye, kill those filthy people! Leave the women for me!" he ordered simply, waving his hand dismissively.
Many people roared in response and rushed toward Zack's group like rabid animals.
Zack stood at the front like the tip of an arrow, his body relaxed but ready. Behind him, his people had mixed reactions—some were clearly laughing with excitement, eager for the fight, while others trembled in fear and tried to hide themselves or back away from the approaching violence. The rugged woman eagerly clenched her fists, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The subordinate woman instinctively hid behind Zack's broad back, her hands gripping his uniform.
As the enemy closed the distance, Zack brought his hand back casually and called out, "Two long daggers."
Someone from his group rushed forward and handed him the weapons. Zack took one of them in his right hand, testing the weight. Then, without warning, he swiftly grabbed the subordinate woman and pulled her to the front—
TEAR!
A slight tearing sound echoed through the space, then again in milliseconds—
TEEEEARRRRRRRR!!!
Zack tore the tight full-suit uniform of the subordinate woman from her feet all the way up to her upper thigh in one full, brutal swoop. The fabric gave way like paper, leaving both her legs completely bare and exposed. Her white, juicy legs practically glowed in the dark environment, and every pair of eyes in the tunnel immediately locked onto her exposed skin like moths to flame.
"Umm, Boss, wh—" The subordinate woman stood frozen in shock, her mind struggling to catch up with what just happened.
"Shhhhh," Zack silenced her sharply.
He threw the torn clothes aside carelessly and then—
THHUPPPPP!!
He pushed the subordinate woman forward with force. She was still in a trance, and seeing herself getting thrown toward the oncoming horde of men and women gave her no time to react. She stumbled forward, slowly entering their ring of attackers with her face burning red and her naked lower body drawing everyone's attention like a magnet. Her Body falling down as she move forward.
Zack said coldly to his people, "FOLLOW ME!"
He grabbed the second long dagger from someone behind him who'd just woken from his trance at Zack's loud command and—
SWWOSSHHH!
Zack exploded into a sprint, running fast and following directly behind the still-falling subordinate woman. Her face was twisted in shock and tears, her exposed thighs bouncing and jiggling with every unbalanced step.
KKCCKKK! KKCCKKK! KKCCCKK! CKKKCCCKK!!!
Weird, wet slicing noises filled the air as Zack moved through the crowd with deadly precision. The people at the front had been completely distracted, their eyes glued to the subordinate woman's exposed body in a lustful trance. Suddenly, their vision went dark—they couldn't see anything anymore.
"Hmmm!" Before their brains could process what happened—
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Several heads fell to the ground in slow motion, rolling away from bodies that kept moving forward for a split second before collapsing. Blood sprayed in dark arcs across the tunnel floor, painting the rocks crimson. It was a chilling scene.
The subordinate woman was nearly reaching the ground when Zack jumped and placed one foot on her falling back. "Stay down, woman!" he commanded loudly.
BOOMMBBB!
He pushed down hard, using her body as a springboard. The subordinate woman crashed face-first into the rocky ground with a painful thud, dust exploding around her impact. Zack used the momentum to launch himself forward into the enemy ranks.
"ACCKK! BOSSS!" she cried out from the ground, her bare legs sprawled open for anyone to see—but no one was looking at her anymore. All eyes were on the demon in human skin tearing through their numbers.
Zack's people, their eyes now glowing fiercely with bloodlust, followed behind him like a pack of hungry lions. They pushed aside the already-dead bodies, stepping over and past the subordinate woman without even glancing down at her exposed form.
Ughh! Boss, don't be so violent with me, the subordinate woman thought as she looked ahead, catching sight of his strong back cutting through enemies like a force of nature. She sighed heavily, put her head down against the cold stone, and just closed her eyes, deciding not to bother anymore.
KKCHHKKK!
Zack stabbed forward while diving through the air. His dagger sank deep into an enemy's chest, and he used the dying man's body to stop his forward momentum. He grabbed the corpse and spun it around, using it as a shield against the incoming attacks from all sides.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Blades cut into the dead man's body repeatedly, turning him into ribbons of meat. Zack threw the shredded corpse toward a group of attackers. They stumbled and tripped trying to avoid the flying body parts, creating chaos in their ranks. Zack immediately turned and moved on, leaving those disorganized enemies for his own people to finish off.
The rugged woman came running toward Zack with a wide, manic smile stretched across her face. She jumped forward toward a group of people coming at Zack from the side, intercepting them.
"GRRRR!" she snarled like an animal.
A complete bloodbath erupted everywhere at once.
Zack spun around and caught an incoming attack with one dagger, the blade screeching against metal. Then—
STAB!
He ducked low beneath him and a horizontal slash from his another blade—
STAB!
He rolled forward through someone's legs—
SLASH! SLASH!
His daggers sliced viciously through hamstrings and calves, dropping enemies like cut wheat.
BOOMBBB!
Without warning, a heavy kick came flying through the air and connected hard with his head while he was mid-roll. Pain exploded across his skull, and he fell to the ground in a heap. Taking advantage of the opening, several enemy figures came running toward him, trying to jump on him and pin him down.
"AGGHHH!" Zack roared and performed a kick-up move, his body snapping upright instantly. Then—
WHOOSEEE!
He spun around in a full 360-degree turn while staying low to the ground, his daggers held out like the wings of death.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Several people were slashed across their bodies in that single rotation, especially across their abdomen areas. Guts threatened to spill out from the deep cuts.
"AAGGHHH! AAHHH!! MY STTOOMMAACCHH!!" Painful, desperate cries echoed around him as people clutched their ruined bellies.
Zack stood up and casually dusted off his bloodstained outfit like he'd just finished a light workout. He spotted a woman who was already clutching her slashed waist, trying to hold her insides in. Without hesitation, he threw his long dagger—
THHUUUPPPPPP!
The blade buried itself in her neck with a meaty sound. She stood frozen like a statue, her eyes wide with shock as blood poured from the wound. Zack walked slowly toward the dying woman, grabbed his embedded dagger by the handle, and—
TEEARRR!
He ripped the blade sideways, tearing through her neck and separating her head from her body in a spray of crimson. He grabbed her head with his fingers and casually threw the shock-filled, still-aware face at some oncoming attackers. Seeing a severed head flying toward them, they tried to dodge and avoid it, but they stumbled into each other in the tight space, creating a tangled mess of bodies.
Zack ran forward at high speed toward the stumbling group, his daggers a blur as he slashed and stabbed people while they tried desperately to control their feet and defend themselves.
SLASH! SLASH!
In the chaos, some people managed to get past his guard and graze his body with their weapons. Shallow cuts opened up on his arms and torso.
"AGHH!" Zack's irritation skyrocketed, and he started acting even more crazily, all strategy abandoned in favor of pure aggression.
SLASH! KCCKKK! STAB!
He rampaged through them without slowing down for a second, cutting a bloody path straight ahead—directly toward the lean man who still hadn't moved from his spot. The leader just stood there in a daze, as if frozen by fear or shock at the massacre unfolding before him or maybe just he didn't care.
Moments later, Zack stepped into the clear area around the lean man. His body was completely splattered with blood—some his own, most from others. A severed head was clenched in his grip like a grotesque trophy. He tossed it aside without a word, and it rolled across the floor with a wet sound.
No one dared approach him now. The remaining fighters had stopped completely from chasing him.
The space around Zack emptied as people backed away in terror, leaving him alone with their leader in the center of the tunnel. Behind him, his own people erupted into wild, victorious laughter as they overwhelmed the few remaining enemies, cutting them down without mercy.
The subordinate woman, curiosity getting the better of her, lifted her head from the ground where she'd been lying. She looked forward, wanting to see the results of the fight while her chest still pressed against the hard, cold rock beneath her.
Zack didn't waste any time. He immediately started running toward the lean man with both long daggers gripped firmly in his hands.
TAK! TAK!
He launched two lightning-fast attacks in rapid succession, but—
TINK! TINK!
Both daggers were deflected so hard they flew from Zack's hands and clattered to the ground. Zack stumbled backward past the lean man, barely managing to keep his balance. His wrists screamed in pain from the jarring impact.
The lean man slowly looked back over his shoulder at Zack with eyes that said he was already a dead man—it was just a matter of when.
Zack smiled wickedly despite the pain radiating up his arms. So fast! he thought with a mixture of shock and excitement.
He quickly dropped into a defensive stance, muscles tensing in preparation. And then—
SWOOSS!
The lean man moved like a blur, closing the distance between them in a fraction of a second. His fist came flying forward and—
BOOMMBB!
He punched Zack brutally hard in the stomach like a lightning strike. The impact was devastating.
"GUUAAA!!" Zack nearly puked up his guts as he staggered backward, all the air forced from his lungs in one violent exhale.
BOOOMMMMM!!
The lean man didn't give him even a second to recover. He ran forward again with tremendous speed and launched a powerful kick.
BOOMMMMBBBB!!!
The attack connected solidly, sending Zack flying sideways through the air like he weighed nothing.
THHUMMMBBB!
Zack's body slammed into the tunnel wall hard enough to crack the stone. He slid down slowly, leaving a streak of blood on the wall. Meanwhile, the lean man stood casually at their initial position, still holding his leg extended in the air from the kick. Dust drifted down from his boot like smoke.
"AGH!" Zack coughed and smiled crazily, his teeth stained red. He thought excitedly, Hehehe, come, come! I will kill you for sure! Hehe, come, you bastard!!!
The challenge roared in his mind as he forced himself to stand up. He ran forward again, refusing to back down. "AAAAAAAAA!!" He roared with raw fury as he dove forward, arms outstretched to grab the lean man.
But with even more speed than before, the lean man tilted his body sideways at the last possible moment, smoothly dodging Zack's desperate grab. And then—
BOOOMMBBBBBB!!
He drove his fist hard into Zack's chest from the side, specifically targeting his ribs. Bones cracked under the force.
"Aghhh!" Zack flew through the air toward where his people were still fighting the remaining enemies. "AGHH!" He hit the ground and rolled several times, crying out in pain—but he was still smiling through it all. That crazy, unhinged smile never left his face.
He struggled to his feet again, one hand clutching his badly bruised ribs. He looked at the lean man and pointed at him with his other hand, then beckoned him forward with mocking finger gestures—come on, come get me.
"Heehh!" The lean man finally smiled for the first time, clearly amused by Zack's stubborn refusal to die. He ran forward swiftly like the wind, reaching Zack almost instantly, his fist already cocked back to deliver another devastating punch.
But Zack suddenly backed away further instead of standing his ground. He retreated directly into the zone where both groups were still fighting. He grabbed a random man he didn't recognize from the chaos, and with perfect, precise timing—just as the lean man was about to punch him—he yanked that man forward as a human shield.
THUMMMNBBB!
The lean man's fist went straight through his own subordinate's chest, crushing ribs and organs. The force of the punch still pushed Zack backward even with the body absorbing most of the impact. Zack immediately let go of the dying man and picked up a fallen spear from the blood-soaked ground.
STAB!
He thrust forward toward both men who were still stuck close together.
"ACKK!" The lean man barely managed to twist around at the last second. He fell sideways to avoid the spear, but Zack left the weapon buried deep in a random man and immediately ran forward. He leaped at the fallen lean man whose chest was now facing the ground.
BOOMBB!
Zack landed hard on top of the lean man's back and didn't give him any space to move. He locked the lean man's legs and arms with his own limbs, wrapping around him like a python constricting its prey.
"Aggh, get off me, bastard!!" The lean man spoke for the first time, his voice strained as he struggled hard to break free from the hold.
TAAAKK!! TAAKK!!
The lean man started using his forehead to smash backward into Zack's face repeatedly, trying to break the hold through sheer brutality.
"ACKK!!" Zack cried out in pain as his nose broke and blood poured down his face—but he didn't release his grip. He held on with everything he had, not giving the lean man any chance to stand up or escape. If he let go now, he was dead.
Suddenly Zack shouted at the top of his lungs, "RUGGEEDD WOOMMEENNNNNNN!"
"AIIIIYYYYY!!!" The rugged woman's head snapped toward the source of the sound. She abandoned her current fight and ran toward Zack as fast as she could. She arrived and saw Zack desperately holding a man down against the ground. Understanding flashed in her eyes, and she smiled wickedly. She jumped high into the air like a monkey, getting serious height, and—
WHHOOSSHHH!
With her knee pointed straight down toward the ground, she fell like a meteor, angling her trajectory slightly to the right side.
Zack saw her descending and, at the very last moment, "AAAHHHH!!" He used all his remaining strength to roll the lean man over onto his back. Zack let himself drop down too so he was facing upward now, with the lean man's front exposed to the falling rugged woman.
"Heheheh!" The rugged woman laughed with dark amusement as the lean man's eyes widened in horror. He saw a knee closing in on him from above, and there was nothing he could do.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAA! ACK!" The lean man's scream tore through the tunnel as his chest completely ruptured under the force of the impact. His ribcage caved inward, and blood exploded from his mouth. Zack felt the shockwave of force travel through the lean man's body and into his own—it hurt, but not nearly as bad. He still didn't release his grip.
BOOMMMMM! BOOMM!!
"Hehe..." The rugged woman started hitting the lean man's face with her fists, over and over.
THHUMMMMPPP! THHUMMPPP! THHUMMPPP!
She kept punching him brutally until the lean man finally went unconscious, his face a bloody, unrecognizable mess. Only then did she stop and stand up, breathing heavily.
Zack finally allowed himself to breathe easier. He threw the unconscious man sideways like garbage and slowly got up. After stretching his sore, battered body for a moment, he grabbed the lean man's head by the hair and started dragging him toward the middle of the fighting area—pulling him like a lifeless rag doll.
Everyone stopped fighting immediately when they saw this. A long, wet trail of blood smeared across the floor behind the dragged body, and people quickly gave space to Zack and the rugged woman who followed proudly behind him.
Zack moved slowly, deliberately, taking his time. He dragged the lean man to the far end of the tunnel, positioning him where everyone could see—where the light ended abruptly and darkness loomed behind him, as if the tunnel itself refused to go any farther.
He laid the body flat, the man's back pressed against the ground, then lowered himself onto the blood-soaked chest, straddling him like a gangster settling onto a claimed throne. Grabbing a fistful of the man's hair, Zack yanked his head up, forcing it into view.
TUNK! TUNK! TUNK! TUNK!
Zack started slamming the lean man's face down into the hard stone floor. The impacts were sickeningly hard, and the man's face began to break apart under the repeated blows. But Zack didn't stop. He kept slamming that head into the ground again and again.
TTUNK! TUNK! TUNK! TUNK! TUNK! TUNK! TUNK! TUNK! TUNK! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THP! THP! THP! THP! THP! THP! TK! TK! TK! TK! TK! TK! TK!
The sounds changed as the face literally disintegrated under the assault. Bone cracked, then shattered, then pulverized. Blood and brain matter mixed with rock dust.
"BOSS, HE DIED! STOP!" The rugged woman finally shouted fearfully, grabbing Zack's shoulder to get his attention.
Zack, who'd been in some kind of violent trance, blinked and looked down. There wasn't much left of the lean man's face anymore—just a red, cracked bone pulpy mess.
TSK! He clicked his tongue in annoyance, almost disappointed it was over.
Zack just sat there on the corpse for a while, his chest heaving as he looked around at everyone's faces. His eyes scanned the crowd slowly, making sure they all understood who was in charge now. Then he spread his legs apart and signaled to the rugged woman with a casual gesture.
She smiled lustfully and crawled into the space between his legs on her hands and knees. She pressed her face against his crotch, inhaling deeply and smelling him through the blood-soaked fabric. Her tongue darted out, and she licked his tight pants right at his bulge before looking forward obediently. Zack raised his hand and called someone else over with a beckoning motion.
Everyone turned around while giving space, and they saw the subordinate woman standing now. She walked slowly forward in a straight, dignified posture despite everything—showing her exposed, sexy legs to the entire crowd. Her full suit had effectively become a mini outfit that barely covered her crotch. She came walking like a model on a runway and sat down on Zack's thighs. Zack placed his hand on her back and patted her gently, almost affectionately.
The subordinate woman took a steadying breath and shouted, her voice echoing through the space, "FROM TODAY ONWARD, THE BOSS IS THE LEADER OF THIS AREA—AND SEVERAL OTHERS AS WELL! NEW RULES WILL BE ENFORCED HERE. FOLLOW THEM, AND YOU LIVE. OTHERWISE…"
Her gaze dropped to the mangled corpse beneath Zack. Her stomach lurched, and she had to steel herself to keep from retching. Lifting her head again, she finished in a loud, unwavering voice, "You already know what happens."
After a while, everyone slowly cleaned the surroundings under watchful supervision. They carried away the dead lean man's destroyed body and all the other corpses littering the floor. Blood was scrubbed from the walls and floor as best as possible.
Zack said to the rugged woman, who now stood beside him, "You will control everything here. This is my gift to you."
She smiled genuinely and came forward, clearly pleased. "Oh my, what a gentleman! I guess getting beat up by you wasn't so bad after all. Hehe..." She stepped in close and hugged Zack, who didn't hug her back and just stood there like a tree. She kept touching his crotch through his pants, licking her lips with obvious desire.
Not bothered by her actions, Zack looked toward the subordinate woman who was shyly standing nearby. He said, "Good job to you also."
She shyly nodded, her face flushing—but suddenly—
"Kyyaa!" The rugged woman reached out and pulled her forward, forcing her to embrace the boss from the other side. She looked up at Zack while still caressing his bulging crotch and said, "Hey, boss! We've done so much for you—just a 'thank you'? Give us something more, boss!!" She smiled evilly, her intentions crystal clear.
Zack felt his irritation spike, but then he suddenly grabbed both their asses and fondled them hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh roughly.
"UMMMMM! YES, BOSSS! KYYAA! UMM, SLOWLY!" Both women moaned loudly in pleasure as Zack's hands groped them mercilessly—one tight ass covered in a form-fitting suit, and another mostly bare ass where his fingers pressed deep into exposed skin. Both women squirmed and writhed against him, their legs getting weak from the stimulation. They grabbed onto Zack's chest with their palms to keep themselves upright as he kept fondling their asses without mercy.
"Aah! Ahh! Boss—ummm! Heheh… harder! Aah! Ahh!!"
Their breathless cries echoed through the tunnel, drawing every eye in the area toward them as the surrounding crowd froze, unable to look away.
"You both are crazy women..." Zack muttered as he continued fondling them, his hands working methodically. The women kept squirming and moaning—"Aahh! Ahhhh, boss!"—while Zack's mind wandered, thinking about what he should do next, trying his best to ignore the sensual sounds they were making.
After a while....
"Uff, uff... shit, I just Ejaculated from just his hands alone!" The rugged woman laughed breathlessly as Zack finally released them both.
The subordinate woman immediately hid behind Zack, placing both hands over her crotch where wetness had soaked through and was now flowing down her naked thighs. "Uggh..." She tried desperately to hide, but it was impossible. Some people were still glancing at her exposed body, and she felt even more embarrassed, pressing herself against Zack's back.
Zack saw her attempting to hide and grabbed her arm, pulling her forward with slight irritation. He whispered close to her ear, "You're such a bad woman, acting so shy and innocent—but on the first day, you pounced on me without hesitation." He held her hand and pulled it upward, then held it above her head with one of his hands, forcing her to stand with her juicy thighs fully visible to everyone watching.
"Ummm, Boss, it's not like that!! I... I... aaahh!!" The subordinate woman tried to close her legs and hide her wet crotch with her thighs, but that only made her look more sensual and inviting.
Zack suddenly touched her flushed cheeks with his other hand, pinching them gently between his fingers. He said, "Do you think of yourself as some kind of saint or something? But I don't mind it since you've done good work until now." His voice softened slightly. "And sorry for using you like that earlier."
Hearing the unexpected apology, the subordinate woman quickly shook her head, her eyes glistening. Gratitude filled her voice as she replied, "It's okay, boss! I'm just glad I could help you."
She smiled genuinely, momentarily forgetting her embarrassment as her gaze remained fixed on Zack's face, even as the state of her damp thighs was plainly visible to everyone around them.
"Hmm..." Zack reached down and touched her wet thighs, his fingers sliding through the moisture there. He cleaned them deliberately with his fingers, collecting the fluid, then raised that same hand up toward the rugged woman.
The rugged woman came over immediately and started sucking on his fingers eagerly.
SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
Her tongue worked around each digit, tasting every drop as her eyes closed in pleasure.
Zack then held the subordinate woman's belly with one hand, pulling her close against him. With his other hand, he reached out and pulled the rugged woman toward him from the side. She came willingly and hugged him, her hands immediately wandering down to touch the subordinate woman's exposed thighs.
"Aahhhh!" The subordinate woman arched herself backward instinctively, the movement causing Zack's bulge to press firmly against her ass. "Hmm, aahhh!" She moaned helplessly in pleasure, no longer trying to shy away from everyone watching. More of her juices kept flowing out from beneath her torn clothes as she desperately tried to grind against the hard bulge behind her. The rugged woman's fingers kept playing with her crotch area expertly, knowing exactly where to touch.
"Ahh!! Ahh!! Boss!! Ummm!!" Her cries of pleasure filled the tunnel space.
After a second intense round that left both women trembling and satisfied, they finally calmed down a little. Their breathing was heavy and their legs were shaky. Zack tapped the subordinate woman's waist gently, and she nodded while still feeling the lingering sensation of his fingers on her body.
She cleared her throat and shouted to everyone gathered, "EVERYONE, TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING! THE WOMAN BESIDE ME WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU WHILE OUR BOSS WILL COME CHECK REGULARLY! DO YOUR WORK PROPERLY AND HAVE FUN WHEN THE BOSS IS NOT PRESENT, AND EARN SOME MONEY WHILE WORKING DILIGENTLY! HE DOESN'T WANT ANY COMPLAINTS! SO DON'T EVEN DARE TO MESS UP WHILE WORKING! THAT'S ALL FOR NOW—LEAVE! THE TIME IS UP!!!!"
The subordinate woman smiled with satisfaction as the trio stood there in a close embrace, their bodies still pressed together. They waited patiently for everyone to clear out and leave the area.
Zack finally let out a long sigh and pushed both women away from him gently but firmly. "Sigghh! You guys also go now. Good work today." His voice carried genuine appreciation despite his exhausted tone.
He turned and started walking toward the exit. The two women followed behind him, giggling quietly to each other and whispering things he couldn't quite hear.
Sigh! I feel like I'm not feeling myself lately. Why am I here? What am I doing? Aghhh, my head...
The thoughts swirled in Zack's mind as confusion and pain mixed together. His head was pounding worse than ever, like something was trying to claw its way out from inside his skull.
After coming out of the underground tunnels and back to the surface level, Zack kept walking steadily toward the Queen's palace. His mind was racing, thinking about various things—the fights, the control he'd gained, the strange emptiness he felt despite his victories. His head stung sharply with pain as the harsh sunlight from the late afternoon sun hit his face after hours in the darkness below.
He squinted against the brightness, his blood-stained uniform drawing stares from people on the streets. But no one dared approach him or ask questions. The look in his eyes warned them away.
What am I becoming? The thought echoed in his mind, but he pushed it away and kept walking.
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Author Blabbering
Humans are way too careful most of the time. And yes, that can be a good thing—safety, planning, thinking ahead, all that responsible adult stuff. But sometimes… sometimes thinking too much is exactly what ruins everything. And you know this. You've lived it.
You're doing something—working, writing, playing a game, talking to someone—and it's just not working. Your brain starts micromanaging every move. What if I mess up? What if this is wrong? What if people judge me? Then you get annoyed. Properly annoyed. And at some point you just snap and go,
"Fuck it. I don't care anymore."
And you do the thing. Instinctively. No overthinking. No inner commentary.
And voilà—somehow, magically, it works. Sometimes it even works better than when you were trying your hardest.
Scientifically, this beautiful little moment has a few names. One of them is the flow state. That's when your brain stops over-controlling and lets your skills do their job. You're focused, but not tense. Present, but not panicking. Athletes, artists, musicians, gamers—they all chase this state. It's when time feels weird and effort feels light.
There's also something called "choking under pressure." That's the opposite. It happens when you think too much about something you already know how to do. Your brain switches from automatic mode to manual mode—and suddenly you don't remember how walking works. Congratulations, you've unlocked self-sabotage.
Another fun brain thing: your mind has explicit control (thinking, planning, analyzing) and implicit control (instinct, muscle memory, intuition). When you're relaxed, implicit control shines. When you're stressed and overthinking, explicit control barges in like, "HELLO I WILL HANDLE THIS," and immediately makes things worse.
So when you stop caring—when you mentally let go—you're not becoming lazy or reckless. You're actually getting out of your own way. You're trusting the part of yourself that already knows what to do. And that's why the results surprise you.
Of course, this doesn't mean "never think" or "live life on chaos mode." Please don't stop paying bills because of this paragraph. But it does mean that sometimes the best move is to loosen your grip. Relax your shoulders. Breathe. And let instinct take the wheel for a bit.
Honestly, some of the best moments in life happen right after we stop trying so hard to control them.
So yeah—think when you need to. Care when it matters.
But every now and then, it's okay to say,
"Eh. Whatever."
And accidentally do something amazing.
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