Adam Smasher, Level 1 Adventurer, Hestia Familia

It had been a while since he had done this song and dance. Maybe about… thirty, fifty years? He hadn't been in one of his Gemini frames for about that long, and it would be stupid to put a cybercock on a warframe. Wasted space that could be used internally to mount additional myomer strands or externally to mount more armor. Both of which were more useful for his job than a dick would be.

Hands on either side of the fuckmeat's head, pulling her down and thrusting his hips forwards at the same time. Cock disappearing past her lips and down her throat. Delighted hums emerging with each thrust and massaging him as he went to work on mouth. Plush lips and drooling throat wrapped around him like a vice.

He had only half-remembered what this felt like, but it all came rushing back to him the moment he had fully sheathed himself inside her maw. A delightful little activity that he set aside for more murder, and while that had been the correct decision, there was nothing wrong with indulging in old hobbies from time to time. Just like riding a bike, you never really forget.

Even if he was a little rusty at the moment.

In and out, in and out. The objective here was to get his dick nice and wet for the next part, and her mouth was a real convenient source of lubrication.

Much to his displeasure, an involuntary grunt escaped his lips. He had the right equipment in his Geminis to do this, but better. A Mr. Studd could let you last as long and hard as you wanted, barely a thought required to control the damn thing. This meatframe didn't have the luxury of such self-control.

In and out and…

He hesitated, twitching briefly. His fingers tangled in her hair. A snarl came to his lips, and holding his breath, he slowly extracted himself from her welcoming mouth. He wasn't about to get done in by a face fuck.

Her smug fucking face was the worst part. His slipped out from her mouth, her tongue saying farewell with a warm and wet hug as he extracted.

She took deep breaths as he exited, rubbing her face against the drenched pillar. "Y-you've done this before huh…? N-not bad~"

Adam growled and removed a hand from her head.

"Eh!" She yelped playfully as his cock smacked her in the face. Eye's half lidded, she stared up at him. "You're being so mean to me~"

"'Bout to be a whole lot meaner." He rumbled with a glare, pulling her up by the hair to straighten her out. She rubbed against him the whole way up, eventually letting his dick rest against her breasts. Just the right size to plow those standing, but he had better things to do.

He reached down her back, past her ass, and hooked his two middle fingers across her crotch. She jumped slightly as his middle and ring fingers pressed into her holes from below, leaning against him and tensing the legs together involuntarily. Then, grip secured, he pulled her up.

She let out a long low groan as she was hoisted up to rest against his chest. Arms came up to wrap around his neck. Conveniently, she was wearing a skirt, inconveniently, she was wearing panties. A quick finger looped around and a jerk to tear the weak fabric resolved that issue.

"Hey!" She complained, leaning back away from his chest to give a half-hearted glare. "Not that kinda mean~"

With a blank expression, he slipped two fingers inside. It was more difficult than he remembered it being, with how tight she was clenched. She was already slick, however, and that made his job easier. Her lower half jolted, but her face maintained composure throughout. That composure lasted until he pushed deeper in.

"Hn~" Her brows furrowed and lips twitched.

He raised his brow and curled his fingers.

"Hn!" Her eyes twitched, still trying to stare at him.

He pulled the fingers out, dragging across her interior as he did so. Her attempted scolding broke with a moan, collapsing against his chest again.

"What were you saying? I wasn't paying attention." Adam growled sarcastically. She attempted to speak again, only to be cut off as he sunk his fingers in again.

"S-so mean~!" She mumbled against his chest, lower half rocking with his one-handed efforts. Slowly, rhythmically, he built up momentum with his two-fingered thrusts. Like a train building speed, going full burn from the get go wasn't going to work. You had to start off leisurely, and slowly work up to full pace.

He waited until he felt her legs start to shake. Then it was time to strike.

Lining himself up as he worked her, he let out a low rumbling chuckle. She moaned inquisitively.

He didn't bother answering, instead just spreading his middle fingers as far apart in her interior as he could and lowering his hand in the same smooth motion.

She yowled, both in delight and outrage, as he effectively dropped her onto his dick. His toes curled aswarm and wet clamped down around him, and his brows furrowed in concentration. Her legs locked around his waist as he impaled her. The meat complained about that, and Adam was almost confident he could hear bones creak.

He ignored it, he had better things to worry about, like his grip on her hips. He squeezed, kneading the meat there as she adjusted to his length buried inside. It was only the gentlemanly thing to do, to go slow and gentle.

Then, because he wasn't a gentleman, Adam began fucking her like she owed him money.

In and out, rubbing his length against her inner walls, and trying his best to hold his breath. She was only barely muffling herself at this point, loud sounds of delight coming from her wriggling form and finding a harmony with the meaty smack of hips meeting again and again. He could lock lips with her to shut her up, but his dick was in her mouth a little while ago and he still hadn't bought a toothbrush.

So instead, he let her make all the noises she wanted as he valiantly struggled against the end.

"Ah~ ah~ ah~" She practically started squeaking as he pounded into her, only capable of holding onto him and squealing in their current position. This was deliberate, because Adam was still trying his best to remember how to do this correctly. His memories were currently being fogged over by the sensation of her lower lips wrapped around him.

Finally, his weak meat gave up on him.

He inhaled, unable to hold his breath any longer. Snarling as he lost the battle, he resolved to go down fighting, thrusting even as he stained her insides white.

"H-heh~ Gotcha~" She breathily whispered into his ears, legs clamped down around his waist and preventing him from escaping.

His brows furrowed, and he buried the sensation as well as he was able. He growled, then stomped forwards. She yelped as he pushed her down against the cracked anvil, legs still locked around his hips.

Briefly, she locked eyes with him, then widened them again.

She threw her head back as he immediately resumed thrusting, pushing her down against the cool metal with each collision of their hips. Her delighted squeaks shortly resumed in full.

A purposeful cough brought his attention upwards. There was a woman at the doorway, arms crossed and expression unimpressed. Black haired, red-eyed, tanned skin, and well-endowed. One of her eyes was covered by a black eyepatch, and she was wearing what Adam could only describe as a crop-top sarashi.

Old Saburo would probably have a fit seeing it. Unbothered by the intruder, Adam raised a brow, locked eyes, and kept his thrusting at a steady pace.

The meat he was fucking was somewhat more worried about the new presence. "A-ah~ C-captain! Ah~"

—

Fuckmeat was currently on the floor in a dogeza, having since thoroughly wiped herself down. Adam too, had been wiped down and reclothed, and currently his arms were crossed, staring blankly at the woman now in the shop with the two of them.

The woman, the apparently named 'Tsubaki' in the crop-top sarashi, was alternating a glare down at her apparent underling and a blank look at him.

After a few moments she sighed, performed a shallow bow, and began to speak in a rehearsed tone. "Honored customer, on behalf of the Hephaestus Familia, I apologize for the undignified behavior of one of our members. While it is somewhat difficult to differentiate between, a space in the tower rented out for the purpose of advertising and vendoring is not an acceptable zone for illicit goods and services, including the distribution of restricted substances, blasphemous materials, and erotic activities."

Crossing her arms underneath her bust, she continued. "To amend this lapse in judgment, the Hephaestus familia is prepared to offer a favor within reasonable limits in exchange for the customer's discretion in this matter. Alternatively, a small valis payout or discount coupon is available if preferable."

Adam nodded his head, understanding the situation. Reaching up to rub at his chin, he replied. "Landlords will fine the shit out of you if they find out about one of your members fucking in here, won't they? This is a bribe to stay hush-hush about it?"

Croptop turned a glare down at the still kneeling woman. "Yes. The Guild has gotten onto our asses about this happening before, and somebody should know better than to seduce customers during work hours." Adam decided against relaying the specifics of what led him to hammering Shortstack on her own anvil.

Turning her gaze back to him with a frown, she continued. "It takes two to tango, but I'm giving you the benefit of doubt in assuming you didn't know about this rule?" Adam nodded in confirmation, he indeed did not know about this guild fine they had to deal with, and she nodded back. "So that in mind, I'm not going to have my boys run you off. I'll be nice and formal about this and just give you something to stay quiet about this dalliance."

"So whaddya want? Ask too much and I might just reconsider."

Adam didn't have to think long. "A bag." Only an amateur loses sight of the true goal while getting side objectives done, and his gaze was focused squarely on more money.

She raised her brows, so he clarified with a rumble and hands gesturing the approximate proportions of what he was talking about. "One of those big leather duffle bags, if you have those. The bags I got ain't worth a damn, too little space to work with during a trip down under."

"...A duffle bag huh? Yeah, that's easy enough. Come by tomorrow morning and I'll have one ready for pickup. If there's nothing else…?" She pointed a thumb at the door, and he got the hint.

Making his way towards it, he called back over his shoulder. Not loudly, no need to piss off the local honcho, but loud enough to be heard in the shop. "See you later, Shortstack. I'll come pick up my gauntlets tomorrow. You know the shape of my arms, right?"

Fuckmeat twitched at the reminder. They had not, in fact, measured his arms. Adam knew that full well. Croptop sent him an unimpressed look, before snorting and rolling her eyes.

Opening and moving through the door, Adam made his way back towards the central elevator, probably powered by magic or something.

The child waved goodbye at him. "Hope you found what you were looking for!"

Adam gave a half-grin and descended. Sex and free shit, he should really come by these floors more often.

Down at the first floor again, he moved out to exit the tower, then paused in consideration.

Raising an arm, he sniffed himself.

He reeked of sex. He needed to use the shower here…

…Well… If he was already going to use the shower…

Adam turned and made his way for the Dungeon entrance. He was already going to clean himself off before heading back, might as well make full use of it and get another little massacre in first.

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Rookies often get distracted in a scrap, distracted by things like 'not getting hurt' or 'optimal strikes'. These distractions led to sloppy performance, sloppy performance led to more injuries or mistakes, increasing mistakes and injuries led to sloppier performance. A death spiral begins, in which some cocky little shit gets into a fight that he can't handle, and he can't handle it because he's worried about all the shit that doesn't matter.

He stomped forwards, throwing his fist forwards with his movement and impaling the kobold through its open jaws. One down. Then he stomped forwards again, twisting and turning to put him on the outside of the circle once more.

The most important element in any fight was not making it out without injury, or killing optimally. It was initiative. It was about killing fast. Your targets can't do anything if they're already dead, so the correct choice will always be 'what kills the most fuckers, the fastest I can manage?'

The two nearest kobolds attempted to circle around him again. He tossed the corpse in the way of one side, and carrying the motion, lunged forwards to punch another hole through the dog on the right. Two down. He raised his arm, letting it intercept the gnashing teeth attempting to chomp down on him.

If you're fighting six dogs and they move to surround you, the correct answer is to immediately start smashing them into paste. Kill one, and now you only have five dogs to deal with. Kill two, and you only have four to deal with. No point in worrying about the jaws that tried to clamp down on your arm in the process, you'd survive, and you had things to murder. No point in worrying about keeping one side safe, just keep moving.

He twisted, using the jaws on his arm to carry the dog and smash it against the wall. The dark bluish-gray wall was painted red as dog met stone. Three down. Teeth latched onto his leg. He was wearing pants. Those teeth couldn't do anything more than aggravate the meat. He ignored them.

If you care about the little things, you'll get pulled to the ground and eaten. These floor one things most certainly qualified as little things, because as far as Adam could tell, they were only about as dangerous as normal dogs. The only real difference was that these dogs never tried to run away, which made them a lot more fun to slaughter.

A dog lunged for him, jaws ready to clamp down. He twisted back, and repeated a tried-and-true strategy of punching into their open maw. It was very difficult for things to bite down when they had a fist down their throat. It was even harder for them to bite down when he had his fingers around their spine.

Four down.

The one clamped to his leg attempted to claw up at his groin. He twisted on the ball of his other foot, and smashed the fucker against the wall. He grunted as his meat gave out, one leg collapsing as the last dog clawed behind the knee.

It lunged for his throat.

He lunged faster.

Hand wrapped around the dog's throat, and Adam forced himself to his feet again, holding the struggling kobold by the neck as he ascended.

"The issue with trying that, meat, is that my reach is better." Adam calmly explained with a rumble and a satisfied glare. "That was clever though, trying to drag me down to your level. You should have done that immediately instead."

The kobold attempted to kick at his face. How rude.

He smashed it against the floor, letting red paint the stone yet again. Raising himself up again, ignoring the meat yelling at him, Adam slowly exhaled. Painted in gore, covered in minor damages, and surrounded by bodies.

He grinned. God he loved this place. There was a song in his heart as he started his work, ripping corpses apart for the shiny things within. Kneeling and digging his fingers into the first corpse, he half-sang, half-spoke to himself. "Take me down to the paradise city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty~"

Tearing the body apart, he was getting the hang of how to do this properly, he hummed the next lyric. He doesn't normally go for music while working, it covered up all the screams, but these fucks didn't have the decency to make any for him. So he was probably going to have to improvise here. "Oh won't you please take me home, oh yeah~"

One core ripped out. He moved onto the next.

He paused. Pitiful meat-sensors on full blast. He turned his gaze to the end of the hallway. There was a small group of other meatbags there, staring at him, weapons lowered and blank looks on their faces.

He raised a brow. Three girlmeats, not one of them taller than five foot, and if he had to guess, not one older than fifteen. Two in eastern style clothing and one in western, the randomized mixture of aesthetics annoying him tremendously. Shortest one had green hair and a cartoonish looking hammer, the next tallest had white bunny ears and a katana, and the tallest had black fox ears and a shinto wand.

All three looked rather dumbstruck.

"Never seen a slaughter before?" He grumbled, resuming his ripping the corpses apart.

"I… um…" Bunnyears attempted to say something, trailing off as he tore the kobold apart and retrieved another marble-sized core. "Ano…" His eye twitched at that.

"Eastern or Western, fucking pick and stick with one." Adam complained to himself, reaching for another corpse.

"I think we found one of those 'foreign brutes' granny told us about." Foxears spoke in Japanese to her friend, who nodded in turn. Unfortunately for them, Adam had to learn the language as part of working for Arasaka. You either knew how to speak the 'language of beauty' or you soon learned, old man Arasaka accepted nothing less.

"Shut up, you're damn annoying." Adam replied in the same language, growling and looking up from his work just to glare at them. Idly he wondered if he could get away with slaughtering them, but he was in a good mood and also slightly injured right now.

The girlmeats were taken aback by that, and for a time things were good.

Unfortunately, then they approached and started excitedly chatting."Hey! Hey! You're an easterner too?! We haven't met too many in Orario since leaving, hey where are you from? We're from Inaba! Is that close to your home?" The sim was lazy enough to just have Japan as is huh? Adam was distinctly annoyed by that.

Grumbling at the misfortune he brought among himself, he resolved to ignore the meats and just focus on ripping open the rest of his kills.

"Um… He looks kinda annoyed… maybe we should leave him alone…" The shortest one was also the one Adam decided was his favorite at that moment.

"What are you saying Collins-san?" His eye twitched again. "He doesn't mind the company of his countrymen, look at him!"

Adam locked eyes with the shortest one as he ripped another kobold in half. His blank expression was all the motivation she needed to take another step back.

"Hey! Hey! You're definitely a martial artist! Who did you learn under?!" Adam didn't respond. Bunnyears replied with an offer. "We'll help you carry loot out if you tell us!"

Adam stared blankly for a moment, before huffing in frustration and replying. "I was taught by Kagekaze. Now get to work, brats."

"Woah! Shadow Wind? That's totally a ninja master right? Who did he serve?" Animal ears 1 and 2 started cutting bits of monster off for him, excitedly chatting the whole time.

"Old Man Arasaka." He grunted.

"Storm Mountain! That must be a frontier clan huh?!"

Adam's mood was beginning to evaporate, but he wasn't about to say no to the extra carry weight from three brats. He had valis to make.