Chapter 356- S Rank Villain
Its feet left the ground. The hammer, still in its grip, swung wide. Kinetic Control caught the hammer's momentum and reversed it. The weapon swung back and hit the zombie lord in its own chest, the iron head crunching through the bone plates.
He opened a portal.
Beneath the flying body. The zombie lord fell through. The exit portal opened above a set of metal security grills outside a gutted storefront across the street. The grills were pointed, rusted, the bars thick as rebar.
The zombie lord fell onto them.
The bars pierced its body. Shoulders. Chest. Belly. Thighs. The creature hung there, impaled on the metal, the red eyes dimming, the jaw opening and closing in slow, reflexive clicks. The hammer fell from its hand and hit the asphalt below.
Dust settled.
The women gasped.
The mother pressed her hands over her mouth. The daughter, still coughing, her face covered in cum, stared through the broken window at the impaled creature. Soha's dark eyes were wide, her hand tight on her pregnant belly. The succubus stood still, her golden eyes tracking the dying red glow of the zombie lord's eyes.
They looked at him.
The man who had flexed them like bitches and protected them like an indestructible shield. The man who had his cock in a teenager's throat while a zombie lord charged. The man who had killed it with two fingers.
He stood in the food court. His hair caught the faint light. His coat was unmarked. His cock hung from his open zipper, wet with saliva and cum, swinging slightly as he turned toward them.
"Are you all right?"
The mother trembled. She nodded. The daughter nodded, wiping her mouth. Soha nodded, her dark eyes calm.
A voice came from the dark.
"Yo, did you just kill a zombie lord just like that?"
The voice was female. Light. Carrying the casual, slightly awed tone of someone who had been watching from a distance and had just witnessed something that didn't fit her understanding of the world.
"Are you an S-class villain?"
He turned.
She was on the ceiling.
A woman. The upper body was human. Female. Pale skin, silver-white hair cut short, dark eyes, a tight black top that covered small, firm breasts. Her arms were crossed, her expression carrying the guarded curiosity of someone who had been hiding and had been discovered.
The lower body was a spider.
Eight legs, segmented, covered in fine silver hair that matched the hair on her head. The body was bulbous, striped in silver and dark gray, the spinnerets visible at the rear. The legs gripped the ceiling, the tips embedded in the concrete, her body suspended upside down with the ease of something born to it.
His mouth twitched.
"Monster."
She bristled. Her legs tightened on the ceiling, her dark eyes flashing.
"No, I'm an A-class villain. I was just trying to..."
She stopped.
Her dark eyes had traveled downward. From his face. To his chest. To his waist. To his open zipper. To his cock.
Hanging. Wet. Twelve inches of thick, dark, cum-slicked meat, swinging gently between his thighs. The head was still flushed, the veins still visible, the shaft coated in the daughter's saliva and his own seed.
She stared.
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Her dark eyes moved from his cock to the four women behind him. To the mother in her thin dress. To the daughter with cum on her face. To the pregnant woman. To the blonde demon with enormous tits.
"Oh," she said. "I... I'm sorry."
She clasped her hands over her face. Her spider legs released the ceiling, and she dropped. She hit the floor on all eight legs, the sound like multiple drumsticks hitting a table, and ran. She was fast. The legs carrying her across the mall floor at a speed that blurred her silver body.
He watched her go.
His mouth twitched again.
A portal opened in front of her. She ran into it. An exit portal opened beside him. She emerged, running at full speed, and hit his hand. He had grabbed one of her spider legs.
She stopped.
The momentum made her body swing, her human torso whipping around, her silver hair flying. She hung from his grip, one leg held, the other seven scrabbling at the air.
"Whoa, what are you doing?"
He created two portals. Both joined to each other, forming a loop. She tried to run again, entered one, emerged from the other, arrived back at his hand. The loop repeated. She ran through three times before she realized.
She stopped.
"Explain yourself," he said.
She trembled. Her human body shook, her small tits heaving under the tight top, her dark eyes wide. But her gaze kept dropping. To his cock. Still out. Still wet. Still hanging.
"At least put that thing inside," she said, her face flushing, her hands covering her eyes again.
He looked down. He tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up.
She peeked through her fingers. Saw that he was dressed. Lowered her hands. Her dark eyes were still flushed, her pale cheeks pink.
He looked at her. At her silver-white hair. At her tight black top covering small, firm breasts. At the spider body, silver and gray, the legs folded beneath her.
"You're a silver type," he said. "Spider. Silver whitish."
She blinked.
"Are you going to lay eggs in our body?"
Her face went from pink to white to red in under a second.
"Of course not!" she yelled. Her voice cracked. "What kind of joke is that?! I'm not an alien! How can you say that?!"
Her dark eyes teared up. Her lower lip trembled. Her spider legs curled inward, the body language of a creature that was both offended and embarrassed.
He chuckled.
She stared at him. Her dark eyes wide, wet, confused. She couldn't understand why he was laughing. Her internal thoughts were chaos. 'Is he the same man who just killed a zombie lord like that? Why is he laughing? What kind of person is this?'
He turned toward the four women.
"Come on. We've got ourselves a hideout."
The spider woman's head snapped up.
"What hideout? What does that mean?"
He looked at her.
"Don't act as if you don't own an apartment here, miss spider."
She trembled.
"How do you..."
"Of course you're a spider. You need to lay eggs in a body privately, so you take your victims there."
"I'M NOT AN ALIEN!" she screamed again, her voice cracking, tears running down her cheeks. "HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?!"
She looked down. Her spider legs shuffled. Her dark eyes were wet, her silver hair falling over her face.
"Please... follow me," she whispered.
The succubus laughed.
The warm, genuine, delighted laugh of a demon who had found something entertaining. She walked forward, her enormous pale tits swaying, her golden tail swishing. She reached the spider woman and clasped her face between both hands.
"Ah, he's just bullying you, my dear," she said, her golden eyes warm, her voice carrying the maternal authority of a Throne Bishop addressing a lesser being. She stroked the spider woman's silver hair. "Don't cry. He does that to everyone."
The spider woman trembled in her grip, her dark eyes looking up at the succubus with the desperate gratitude of someone who had been thrown a rope.
"Thank you... thank you, miss," she whispered.
She reached up and held the succubus's hand. Her spider legs shifted, her body settling.
"Can we walk?"
The succubus smiled and nodded. She kept the spider woman's hand and moved forward. The two of them walked together, the blonde demon and the silver spider, their bodies moving in an unlikely tandem.
Cruxius followed.
His hands came out of his pockets. One found the mother's ass. The other found the daughter's. He gripped both, his fingers sinking into the thick flesh of the mother's enormous cheek and the small, tight curve of the daughter's.
"Let's walk," he said.
Both women moved. The mother's thick ass swayed under his palm, the dress riding up with each step. The daughter's small hips shifted, her thin thighs pressing together as she walked.
He looked back at Soha.
She wasn't looking at him. Her dark eyes were fixed on a direction. A shadow. A movement between buildings that wasn't a zombie. Her expression was calm, controlled, the face of a woman who had noticed something and was choosing not to react.
"Ignore it," he said. "We don't need to let them know that we know, right?"
Soha looked at him. Her dark eyes met his. She nodded once.
They walked.
The spider woman led them through the mall, through a service corridor, through a door that led to a residential block behind the shopping center. Her spider legs clicked on the concrete, the succubus's tail swaying beside her.
Behind them, in the shadow where Soha had been looking, a figure moved.
Small. Thin. Human. Not a zombie. A living man, his face gaunt, his eyes wide, his body pressed against the wall of a gutted store. He had been watching. He had seen the zombie lord die. He had seen the portals. He had seen the women.
He had seen the spider woman get caught.
His breath came in short, panicked gasps. His hands trembled against the wall. His eyes were fixed on the retreating group, the spider woman's silver legs clicking in the distance.
'Wait. Did that spider woman take him? Wait, how can we kill that spider woman now? Boss wanted to bring her to the hideout.'
His mind raced. His body was already moving. He pulled away from the wall, his thin frame slipping into the shadows between buildings. He ran. Not toward the group. Away. Toward the amber glow on the horizon.
Toward the citadel.
His legs pumped. His breath burned. His eyes were wide with the desperate, focused terror of a man who had just seen something that changed everything.
'I need to report this to the boss. An S-class villain has arrived in our arena.'
The word formed in his mind as he ran.
S-class.
Not A-class. Not B-class. The portals. The kinetic control. The energy manipulation. The casual, hands-in-pocket murder of a zombie lord. The four women following him like he was a god.
S-class.
He ran faster.
The amber glow of the citadel grew brighter. The walls rose against the dark sky. The battlements bristled with zombie guards, their silhouettes moving against the light. The gates were open. The guards were posted.
He ran toward them.
His mouth was already forming the words.
"It is emergency!!!"