Alone in the private booth, sitting in silence with a glass of some expensive liquor someone else ordered, Jin's gaze dropped to his watch for the third time in ten minutes.
1:32 PM.
"Late again, goddamn i—"
Bam
The door flew open before he finished speaking. High heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, followed by a voice drawing out every syllable with a level of amusement making you want to strangle her.
"I thought I heard someone bitching."
Ryōko walked in like she owned the booth, and knowing what she paid for the reservation, she probably did.
A custom-made beige summer suit. The fabric hugged her waist before flowing over her hips, the neckline plunging low enough to force your eyes on it, yet covering just enough to make you feel guilty for staring.
Everything about her screamed money, power, and the absolute certainty of being the most important person in any room she stepped into.
Dark shades rested on the bridge of her nose.
Reaching his side, she slowly took them off, revealing sharp eyes threatening to strip bare anyone staring into them for too long.
Leaning toward him, just enough for her perfume to hit him first, her cheeks puffed out into a thoroughly unconvincing pout.
"Are you that impatient, Jin-kun? Are you really going to cry over waiting a tiny little bit?"
A vein throbbed at Jin's temple.
Was half a fucking hour a "tiny little bit"?
This woman's concept of time was as inflated as her goddamn ego. However, recalling the ridiculous amount of zeros usually attached to his paychecks, he decided to let it slide.
"Cut the bullshit and tell me what the job is."
Sitting down across from him, Ryōko laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Always in such a rush~"
Despite her words, she pulled a thick folder from her bag and dropped it on the table.
"Remember Wataru Morishita?"
"Yeah."
Jin nodded.
"That hypnosis asshole. Does today's job have something to do with him?"
"You could say that."
Smiling slyly, Ryōko slid the folder over to him.
"Lately Tokyo has been flooded with identical cases. They all use the same mind-bending shit, from flashlights to rings and other items."
Resting her elbows on the table, she closed the distance between them.
"We followed the thread right down to the root. We tracked down a fucking dark web forum, and I dismantled it."
She tapped one of the photographs with her sharp nail.
"Your target is the pig pulling the strings behind that site. Muneichi Yazaki."
Leafing through the papers, Jin locked his eyes on the guy's picture. It was a man in his forties with a massive gut and a square face giving him a thoroughly evil look.
Instantly, his brain made the connection.
It was the fucking fatass from the Taimanin Yukikaze universe.
Although that franchise held little appeal for him, he definitely knew the basics.
"The guy is a tough bastard." Ryōko's blood-red lips curled into a dangerous smile. "He traffics illegal toys and cuts secret deals with the United States government and the Demons. His recent slip-ups left an obvious trail, making his political enemies attack him. Thanks to his government connections, he kept his freedom, losing only his official position."
'Demons...'
It was definitely the fatass, then.
Jin confirmed it in his head.
The meteorite impact weakened the barrier of reality, causing constant collisions between dimensions. Tokyo became the exact borderline between the human world and the demon world. Both sides maintained a superficial truce treaty.
"So, your goal is for me to..." He ran his thumb across his throat, a clean slash.
"On top of being sexy, you're pretty damn smart~" Ryōko licked her lips. "I keep a crystal-clear memory of all the disgusting shit that pig screamed at me during his arrest."
Speaking, she slid a check across the table.
"That's your payment. You have the fatass's current location and all the operational details inside that folder."
Grabbing the paper, Jin locked his eyes on the long row of zeros.
"Relax, consider him a corpse."
...
That same night, a luxurious, brightly lit villa stood out on the outskirts of Tokyo.
Inside, Jin's target, Muneichi Yazaki, drowned his fury in alcohol. The man, sporting a massive gut, compulsively emptied his glass and spat insults into the air.
"Sons of bitches! I did all their goddamn dirty work... Now that shit hit the fan, they scatter like rats and throw me to the wolves to save their own necks."
A brutal strike from his fist made the heavy wooden table shake.
"And that bitch Ryōko... That arrogant cunt humiliated me! She stomped right on my balls!"
The memory of the incident revived the pain in his crotch, and he pulled his legs together, feeling a sharp sting right in his testicles.
In the adjacent hallway, a group of heavily armed bodyguards wearing dark shades kept their eyes glued to the opposite wall.
Dismissing the pathetic tantrum entirely, they focused exclusively on maintaining a professional posture.
…
The villa gleamed in the dark like a jewel displayed in a storefront window... way too bright, way too visible, way too inviting.
And from the outside of the iron gate on the west sector, the unmistakable red mask of a Tengu emerged.
Jin evaluated the perimeter.
'Lax perimeter security, but the inside is armored... It's a fucking flytrap, and it looks like there are more guests tonight looking for the fatass's head.'
He furrowed his brow thoughtfully.
He figured it was exactly those two ninjas from the plot.
'Screw it, I'll go in first and figure out what to do later.'
Swish
Propelled by sheer muscle power, he vaulted the fence and landed on the yard's grass with the agility of a cat.
A few meters away, two armed guards patrolled the sector.
The guard on the left caught a red blur in his peripheral vision right before a devastating impact shattered his skull.
Crack
A crunch echoed through the night.
Jin's knuckle sank into the man's temple the exact instant his boots touched the ground, killing him on the spot.
The one on the right snapped his head around at the sound, and what he saw froze his blood just long enough for him to open his mouth.
"Intru—!"
A hand closing around his throat.
Fingers sinking into either side of his windpipe with a precision that turned the scream into a gurgle.
CRACK
A violent snap shattered his cervical vertebrae.
Loosening his grip immediately, Jin moved.
Two guards. Three seconds. Zero noise.
[Spheres Boundary (Master Level)]
'A true spy skill.'
…
While Jin eliminated the guards, three silhouettes appeared at the top of a hill near the villa.
Skin-tight combat suits revealed the identities of the two women and the boy accompanying them.
They were operatives of the Taimanin task force.
The group's leader possessed an imposing height.
Taller than the other two.
Dark blue hair, long and thick, falling past her waist, fluttered in the wind, framing a face with beautiful features.
Wearing a purple uniform that hid nothing but outlined everything faithfully, and right in the center of her chest, where the suit opened into a plunging neckline defying any notion of functionality, massive breasts, aggressive in their voluptuousness, overflowed with a generosity that felt personal.
The fabric stretched tight around them in a heroic and doomed effort.
Further down the suit narrowed to an absurdly thin waist, before exploding into wide hips, curving down into fleshy thighs.
It was Rinko Akiyama, a master of space manipulation and feared under the title of the "Demon-Slashing Taimanin."
Waiting by her side was someone who didn't need height to steal the spotlight.
Smaller, more compact, with tanned skin gleaming like caramel. Black hair falling into two long twintails giving her a deceptively innocent air.
Her black uniform clung to her torso like melted latex, compressing small but firm breasts. Her hips flared wide beneath a ruffled red skirt that covered absolutely nothing, leaving her shapely thighs exposed.
It was Yukikaze Mizuki, capable of bending electricity to her will and known as the "Lightning Taimanin."
Just as dangerous as the current she controlled, and significantly harder to look away from.
And behind the two of them, a frail-looking young man with short bluish hair broke the silence of the night.
"Rinko-nee, Yukikaze, please be very careful..."
"Tatsurou, I told you to keep a cool head and control your nerves on a mission." Rinko turned her neck to lock a stern glare on her younger brother.
"Understood..."
"..."
Off to the side, Yukikaze looked at the boy she had shared her entire life with and smiled.
So grown up, and still such a coward.
"Alright, listen up Yukikaze, I'll use my skill to take you with me. We'll jump directly onto the target's position to execute a lethal strike. Tatsurou, you secure the rear and keep our route clear. Is that clear?"
"Don't worry, Rinko-nee, leave those bad guys to me, Mizushiro Yukikaze!"
Raising her twin pistols, Yukikaze flashed a confident smile.
As for Tatsurou... he nodded, gulping hard.
With the targets marked, the operation... BEGINS!
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