The other Makiyas weren't faring much better. Most present were still virgins; although Hacker Makiya had some experience and Soul Reaper Makiya had frequented brothels, those were small-time affairs. Compared to Erotica Makiya's experiences, they paled in comparison.
"Ahem, gentlemen... the plot of Iron Man 1 is about to start on my end. Do you think I should short Stark Industries stock?"
The raggedly dressed Makiya, who hailed from the Marvel universe, had led a rather miserable life until now. With his golden finger finally online, his spirits were lifted as he schemed on how to make some money.
Looking around, he realized no one was paying him any attention. Everyone was immersed in the hyper-realistic experience shared by Erotica Makiya, looking flushed and dazed as if they were watching a 5D masterpiece.
Marvel Makiya leaned in toward Soul Reaper Makiya, only to hear the man muttering under his breath, "Holy... taking Yukikaze to find Shiranui? That move is way too kinky..."
"Hey, Boss!" Marvel Makiya had already been through a lot, so he had a higher resistance to Erotica Makiya's memories. He didn't lose himself immediately. Coughing twice, he nudged Soul Reaper Makiya's shoulder. "Iron Man is about to be born. Should I get involved?"
"Don't bother me. Yukikaze and Shiranui are just about to enjoy some candy, I don't have time for you!" Soul Reaper Makiya snorted, literal steam puffing from his nostrils as he shrugged off the distraction.
"Iron Man is nothing," Tabby Cat Makiya said, sauntering over. Accustomed to his cowboy lifestyle, he seemed to enjoy smoking; he took a deep drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke with a nonchalant air. "Their technology is child's play. Pym particles, consciousness uploading—if I wanted to, I could whip that stuff up in minutes."
With that, a feline paw patted Marvel Makiya's shoulder. "Young man, now that you've shared my abilities, you don't even need to fear Thanos coming for you. Don't panic."
"Impressive."
Marvel Makiya raised a hand to his face. "Boss, our worlds are different. Nothing is guaranteed!"
2008, Manhattan, New York.
Inside Hell's Kitchen, the legendary 'Noob Village' for transmigrators, Makiya woke up in a small room converted from a dilapidated cold storage unit.
The collar around his neck defined his status: he was a blood-slave kept by vampires.
Because of his handsome face, tall stature, and the 'exotic' bonus of his heritage, he had been specifically kept by a group of female masters with 'unique' tastes who enjoyed playing with their food. Every time they had their fill of blood, they would lead him out for a night of debauchery.
His masters were vampires, while the lesser ones mocked him as a 'suck-slave' due to his particular duties.
Fortunately, the vampires were quite beautiful. If they had been hags, Makiya might have just committed suicide.
In this life, Makiya was a native-born Chinese man. His parents had seized a business opportunity in international trade, primarily shipping hometown specialties to Chinatown, and their business had flourished.
Unfortunately, they were sabotaged by a competitor during a business meeting. The opponent used the most 'classic' American business tactics: framing them and hiring a gang. Used to the protection of their home country, Makiya's parents were caught off guard and died in a foreign land.
The American police were unusually efficient this time. The results of the investigation were announced at a press conference on the third morning: the cause was two thugs high on drugs who committed a robbery and accidentally killed the Chinese merchants.
That excuse was only fit for ghosts. Everyone knew what had really happened; they just didn't say it out loud.
The dirty face of capital was fully exposed. As the victim, Makiya was taken directly from the police station to the gang. The buyer behind the scenes intended to pull the weeds by the roots. The script was already written: traumatized by his parents' death, Makiya would leave the station, fall into drug addiction, and die of an overdose.
Just as a group of thugs were holding a syringe, preparing to inject him, the vampires came to the door for their monthly 'blood tithe.' That was when Makiya was spotted by one of them, temporarily escaping death.
It was said that the rich rely on technology and the poor on mutation. Makiya had neither money nor luck. Over the years, besides developing skills that far surpassed an adult film star, his ability for pillow talk had also grown. With the help of his female masters, he had successfully eliminated the gang that murdered his parents.
Borrowing a knife to kill came with a price. After a long night of 'battling' the vixens, Makiya finally collapsed from exhaustion. When he opened his eyes again, he had entered that mysterious space.
The collar on his neck was incredibly uncomfortable. Even though the material and craftsmanship were top-tier, Makiya hated having such a thing around his neck. It was an insult to his dignity, yet he had been unable to resist.
Now, having awakened his golden finger, he wasn't in a hurry to take it off. He planned to give these vampires a 'surprise'!
Chakra, Spiritual Power, Haki, Internal Strength, Magic, Daoist arts, and Ripple energy flowed through his body in turn. Makiya discovered he could use all of them.
After a bit of thought, he came to terms with it. The relationship between the US and Japan was well-known; as the 'father,' it made sense for this world to accept the 'son's' settings. As for Daoist arts and Internal Strength, this world already had those concepts. Marvel's underlying lore was notoriously chaotic with a massive background.
Unfortunately, Tabby Cat Makiya's power was a unique existence. Makiya felt that the 'I think, therefore it is' ability did exist, but it was much weaker than the original. He was nowhere near being able to hand-forge a nuclear bomb or pull a space battleship out of his pants.
He pushed open the door and walked out of his small room. Outside was a simple living room with a sofa and a television.
"Oh, Mo-yu, you're awake! I just heard from the guard about your record last night—seven women until dawn! My god, you're practically a superhero. I thought you'd sleep until tomorrow."
A tall, strong black man sat on the sofa, holding a bucket of popcorn and watching TV. Hearing Makiya come out, he spoke with exaggerated praise, gesturing wildly with a very expressive face.
This was Dick, Makiya's brother-in-arms. If Makiya's specialty was his looks and exotic charm, then Dick's specialty was his 'specialty.' He was a top-tier specimen. The two were birds of a feather and shared a good relationship.
Unlike Makiya, Dick didn't think their current life was bad. On the contrary, he loved it. Free food, free housing, and getting to 'play cards' with tall, sexy, beautiful white girls every day? It was basically heaven.
As for freedom? Don't make him laugh. Where was there freedom these days? Compared to the outside, where you could die in a gang shootout at any moment, being a vampire's sex slave wasn't half bad.
"My name is Makiya. When are you ever going to get the pronunciation right?" Makiya stretched and looked toward the door. Two low-level vampires were standing guard outside.
"Whatever. You're the only Asian here. You must be hungry after waking up. Here, have some popcorn." Dick shrugged and offered the bucket to Makiya, while his right hand naturally reached into his pants to 'adjust his weapon.'
Makiya stared blankly. "...Never mind, I'm not hungry."
He had seen with his own eyes that Dick was using the same hand that had just been 'handling his business' to grab popcorn. He refused on the spot with a look of disgust. The female vampires might like that, but he certainly didn't.
The wild night had torn his clothes to shreds. He had fallen asleep the moment he got back, so he was currently draped in tattered rags, his skin covered in various shades of lipstick marks.
Returning to his room, Makiya pulled out a pair of loose black trousers and a white shirt. He wiped the marks off his face and headed straight for the exit.
Dick quickly stood up to stop him. "What are you doing? Did you forget we can't leave without our masters' orders? Did you shoot your brains out last night?"
"Of course not." Makiya calmly pulled his shirt away from Dick's right hand and winked with a smile. "Actually, the masters said I could have some free time today."
Dick froze. "F-word... the masters are too good to you! I didn't even get that treatment when I knocked them out!"
"Maybe it's just the gap in our looks."
"Drop dead! I was the most handsome guy in my neighborhood!"
After the banter, Makiya approached the door.
Sensing his approach, the two low-level vampires on guard flashed looks of excitement. They viewed humans as an inferior species, mere food to be enslaved. Having to stand guard for 'food' had left them filled with pent-up resentment.
They had heard what Makiya said, but neither had received any orders. They were waiting for him to step past the threshold so they could use it as an excuse to beat him up.
As for killing him, neither dared. A beating could be explained away, but if the female manager of this blood bank found out her 'human meat-toy' was dead, she wouldn't mind killing two low-level vampires to vent her anger.
"Makiya, you—" The two were about to speak when they saw a blood-red light flickering in his eyes. Three tomoe patterns expanded in their vision until they occupied their entire consciousness.
The two vampires were instantly controlled. They nodded respectfully and returned to their posts, completely ignoring Makiya as he stepped out of the room.
Beyond the door was a straight corridor. The place was originally a massive warehouse, bought by the vampires along with the old factory next door to collect 'blood meals' from Hell's Kitchen—namely, homeless people and gang members.
The renovated warehouse was where these vampires lived and 'milked' the blood, while the old factory had been converted into a bar. Vampires from the surrounding community gathered there regularly for parties, or rather, banquets.
Makiya walked slowly through the passage and soon arrived at the office at the end. This was the office of the blood bank manager, Iris, who was also one of Makiya's masters.
Now that he had ascended to new heights, Makiya intended to show Iris who the real master was.
Without hesitation, Makiya pushed the door open. The blonde beauty, Iris, was sitting behind the desk, humming a song while comfortably sipping a glass of fresh blood. Her high heels were tossed aside, and her bare feet were propped up on the desk facing the door.
"Makiya? Who told you to come in?" Iris was surprised to see him, but she seemed to be in a good mood. She didn't get angry; instead, she pulled a carton of yogurt from a drawer and poured it over her feet.
The milky white, viscous liquid flowed down her fair skin. Iris wiggled her toes, letting the liquid seep between them. "Disobedient doggies need to be punished. You know what to do. Come here..."
Makiya slowly closed the door, a rich red light blooming in his pupils as the three tomoe spun rapidly. A meaningful smile spread across his face. "Of course."
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