Kenzo was relieved that he managed to slip it in just in time, preventing any possible interruption from the demon that resided in his home.
Mrs. Wong moaned passionately, her cries resembling those of a wild animal. Kenzo swiftly covered her mouth with his hand, muffling the sounds that escaped from her parted lips. The only sound that filled the room was the rhythmic clapping of their bodies.
Despite Mrs. Wong's tendency to nag and annoy, there was no denying the exquisite quality of her intimate region. Perhaps it was because Kenzo was well-endowed. The more inches a woman could take, the greater his satisfaction. And this particular lady here had no trouble accommodating his entire length.
Unexpectedly, Beelithina walked in on them, witnessing Kenzo thrusting his hips into Mrs. Wong. He anticipated a surge of anger from her, for he had blatantly defied her orders.
Beelithina's smile widened as she licked her lips, relishing in the tantalizing sight before her.
Kenzo, though confused, didn't let it bother him. The intensity of the moment consumed his thoughts, leaving little room for anything else.
Mrs. Wong experienced an orgasm so powerful that it seemed to seize her body. Her legs gave way, and she lost consciousness in the midst of her pleasure.
Kenzo couldn't fully comprehend what had just occurred, but he couldn't deny the heightened sensations he experienced. He wondered if it was just him or if others shared in this intense experience.
Kenzo clicked his teeth in satisfaction, knowing he had achieved a significant milestone in his transition.
"I can't say I'm sorry. This was necessary," he blurted out, but Beelithina couldn't believe that a mere human believed he could outsmart her.
"I knew she was watching," Beelithina revealed to the assassin, leaving Kenzo puzzled about the relevance of her statement. "You knew? Is that why you left the door unlocked?" he asked, and Beelithina nodded.
"I wanted to see if you could tap into your dormant powers as an Incubus without fully transitioning," Beelithina explained.
"And are you satisfied with your experiment?" Kenzo inquired as he made his way to the bathroom to wash off. Though out of sight, the conversation continued.
Beelithina assumed it was his powers that made women swoon, but she was beginning to realize that Kenzo had a unique ability to draw out the desires of others, regardless of his Incubus nature.
This begged the question: what kind of monster would he be once he completed his transition?
She couldn't have found a better candidate, and this realization hit her when she successfully directed the nurse's desire onto the cab driver. It was an inexplicable phenomenon, especially given that she was already supposedly under Kenzo's enchantment.
"I will keep on testing it," Beelithina commented, but Kenzo raised a brow upon hearing this.
"What do you mean?" Kenzo questioned, intrigued by her statement.
"You're still not an Incubus, the transition isn't complete," the demon revealed, causing Kenzo to suspect she was playing with him.
He yearned for immortality, knowing that the longer he remained in his current state, the more susceptible he was to harm. However, he couldn't deny that there was still no noticeable change in his body, even though all his wounds had miraculously healed.
Nevertheless, he realized that even without being an Incubus, indulging in sex still held its benefits, such as the healing factor it provided.
"I see," Kenzo responded, maintaining an indifferent tone. He didn't hold much interest in the details, but one thing he knew for certain was that he had to eliminate this demon sooner or later.
"Aren't you curious about what the requirements are?" Beelithina asked, hoping to pique his curiosity.
"Not really," Kenzo replied, his lack of interest stemming from the newfound realization of his healing abilities.
"You're a fascinating human," Beelithina remarked, but her words fell on deaf ears as the assassin remained silent, his focus solely on his own objectives.
-
Miles, in the aftermath of the incident, diligently followed the trail that Kenzo had inadvertently left behind, a trail that had eluded the others. He couldn't determine if it was a mere accident or a deliberate act by Kenzo, given his exceptional skills. Was Kenzo attempting to communicate with him?
Miles felt a surge of flattery, believing that these clues were meant for him. After all, why else would they exist? He discovered a discarded mask along the way, further solidifying his conviction. He followed the trail until it led him to an alleyway where he had witnessed the collapse.
There, amidst the sight of blood, Miles noticed something peculiar—a second set of footprints. A smile slowly crept across his face.
"He's alive," Miles muttered, but this was exactly what he had anticipated from the skilled assassin. He knew that an event of this nature wouldn't be enough to kill Kenzo. However, did the presence of another set of footprints imply that Kenzo was not acting alone?
No, Kenzo didn't strike Miles as someone who worked well with others, so this possibility seemed unlikely.
"Miles, what are you doing?" Endo called out, spotting the dark-skinned man in the distance.
Miles faced a decision. He had the choice to either disclose the clues he had just uncovered to Endo, thus aiding the other assassins in their quest to eliminate Kenzo, or he could keep the information to himself. "Ah, I just came to take a piss," Miles lied, discreetly tucking the mask away in his backpack.
Miles fabricated the lie, aware that his obsession with Kenzo was known among the other members. He wanted to believe himself special enough for Kenzo to want to communicate exclusively with him. It might have been a delusion, but it played into Kenzo's advantage.
But what was Miles' goal? What did he hope to achieve by concealing this information from the others?
The answer remained a mystery, shrouded in his own desires and motivations.
The news spread like wildfire in the underground. The Oni, known and feared by many, had become a wanted man, and a hefty bounty was placed on his head. It wasn't just the Death Squad who desired to eliminate him; they wanted the honor of disposing of one of their own. However, the task proved challenging as no one knew what the Oni looked like without his iconic mask.
Amidst the uncertainty, a man shrouded in mystery sat in a dimly lit room, his physical features concealed by closed curtains.
Another man hurried into the room, bowing his head in a show of respect.
"I take it you must have a good reason to interrupt my rest?" questioned the seated figure, his voice resonating with such depth that the very air seemed to quake from its bass.
"I have news, sir! It appears the Death Squad failed to eliminate the Oni. He was injured, but there is no body," the man reported.
"He escaped, huh?" blurted the authoritative man, his lack of surprise suggesting he had anticipated such an outcome.
"Yes, sir! The higher-ups have declared him a public target, authorizing all organizations to pursue him!" The man delivering the news trembled, clearly affected by the gravity of the situation.
"I see, that is rather hasty," the man being reported to mused, lighting a Cuban cigar and placing it between his lips.
"You have done well, Alex. You may leave now," the man dismissed him, and Alex promptly exited the room.
Alex, a pale-skinned man adorned with numerous facial piercings but devoid of any tattoos, appeared to be in his late twenties. His access to the authoritative figure indicated a high level of trust, for this man was none other than the head of the fearsome Death Squad.
As the curtains swayed, a brief illumination revealed the glimmering green eyes of the enigmatic figure, but little else. "It is all going according to plan," he muttered to himself, a sinister grin playing on his lips.
-
Alex had completed his task of delivering the message, but he was taken aback by the lack of reaction from the boss. It seemed as though the boss had anticipated the news, which left Alex astonished.
However, Alex didn't concern himself too much with the boss's indifference. Though he didn't hold a renowned position, the job paid well enough to satisfy him. He couldn't fathom why the Dons would want the Oni dead, considering the positive impact his reputation had on the underworld.
In the past, people would seek assassins from outside Japan, doubting the efficiency of those within their own country. But the Oni had shattered that perception, attracting clients from overseas who sought his services. This made the decision of the Dons all the more perplexing.
Alex knew it wasn't his place to question or speculate about the decisions made by his superiors. He had to clear his head and focus on his own responsibilities. Yet, the thought of how the Oni managed to escape a room filled with skilled killers sent shivers down his spine.
The implications were chilling. It was inevitable that the Oni would seek revenge, and the target of his wrath remained unknown.
"I don't like this..." Alex muttered to himself, a sense of unease settling within him.
-
Kenzo's transformation into the Oni demon marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life. As a literal demon now, the extent of his powers remained unknown, but Kenzo felt a deep satisfaction with his newfound state.
Returning home, Mrs. Wong was oblivious to the events that had just taken place, dismissing them as a mere wet dream. It was to be expected, as these demons initially infiltrated human minds through dreams, easily distorting their perception of reality.
Mrs. Wong couldn't believe that she had experienced an orgasm while dreaming about Kenzo, although the details remained hazy. It was a convenient ability that Kenzo had yet to unlock himself.
Suspecting that his maker played a role in these occurrences, Kenzo knew he had to delve deeper to uncover the truth. However, he couldn't fathom what motive she would have or how she could possibly reach the Dons.
"Are you going out?" Beelithina asked, but Kenzo had no intention of divulging his plans. He knew she possessed the ability to track him regardless.
"Suit yourself," she responded, aware that Kenzo was about to embark on a perilous quest that could potentially cost him his life.
"By the way, to complete your transition, you'll need to have sex with a virgin," Beelithina revealed, catching Kenzo off guard.
"I see. Thank you, Beelithina," Kenzo expressed his gratitude before closing the door behind him. He had no intention of succumbing to his demonic nature until he had eliminated every threat that stood in his way.
They had awakened something that should have remained dormant, a slumbering beast. Now, its sole purpose was to hunt down each of the four Dons.
The irony wasn't lost on Kenzo. They wanted his head, but he had become the hunter, determined to claim theirs first.
Before he could do that, however, he needed to pay a visit to the leader of the Death Squad. Though he hadn't seen the man in person, Kenzo had a rough idea of his location based on the image captured during their video call.
The question of whether Kenzo would kill him or not remained unanswered.
It would be determined in due course. Beelithina couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, eagerly awaiting the outcome of this conflict.
With the gates of hell not set to open for another few months, Kenzo had all the time he needed to eliminate these individuals. Beelithina could have expedited the process by joining him, but she knew this mission would only make her Incubus stronger; he had to do it alone. She pondered whether Kenzo would assume his immortal form or stick to his mortal guise during this mission.
"Kenzo, you are truly everything I had hoped for and more," Beelithina muttered under her breath, a wild smile crossing her lips.
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