Inner Mask Club

"Did I fucking stutter, nigga?! I said, forty percent or no deal!"

Sitting in front of Touya's desk was a client from the eastern coast of America that he had invited to meet regarding with the organization. He was smoking a cigar and had an entourage of his lackeys standing and sitting all around the room behindS6 ⁿ him. All of them were as intimidating as one could expect from those who ran over thirty percent of America's black market traders and were only expected to grow for the foreseeable future. The one running the the head of this enterprise was the black man dressed in a large pinstripe suit that fit his six foot eight build of rotund muscles while he smoked his cigar with his toothy grin giving off all the arrogance of a gangster boss who thought he had the world at his feet.

A respectful smile as Touya sat at his desk crossed his scarred face before he spoke with the most even of polite tones one could expect from a professional.

"Mr. Duvall, you know our asking price was half of that before you walked through my doors. I do not see why you thought it necessary to accept all of the hospitality we offered you and make such an out-"

"Ahahah! Let me stop you right there, little man."

Some snickering and snide comments could be heard from the peanut gallery. Richard Duvall leaned forward in the chair he was given while pulling a huge drag from his cigar before blowing a massive cloud into Touya's and ashing the end of his smoke on the large black glass desk he owned. A sign of dominance that the criminal usually exercised with new business partners back home. Only a polite smile remained on the nameless organization's CO'S face while he remained unmoving in his luxurious chair.

"You know what business WE…"

An exaggerated back and forth gesture between himself and Touya illustrated the point he was trying to make. Another move of dominance to treat his potential business partner like an idiot before they closed the deal.

"-do for a living. You have your people, I have mine. And quite frankly…"

Taking his time to take another sip of the whiskey offered to him personally by Touya, he shook the glass to rattle the ice and slurped the refined liquor down to still assert dominance over the leader of a country the size of California. He controlled a third of the country. In his mind, the numbers were in his favor.

"Ah! Damn, that is fucking good. Oh, sorry. What Iean to say was-"

Placing the glass back onto the desk, the crime boss purposefully kept it off the coaster Touya offered Duvall and let the glass perspire onto the sleek black surface.

"YOU have been the one to disrespect me!"

More outbursts of praise and agreement erupted from the crowd listening in on the conversation. Gangster types of different gaudy outfits were just there to ride the dick of those one man who happened to be in charge. His ego ate it all right up as Richard fed off of their feedback.

"So far, you have spat on my potential as a business partner, while you think I will eat the SLOP of your leftovers!"

More affirmations of praise for his supposed business prowess kept his rant going. All Touya did was remain unaffected by such outward displays of domination.

"Nobody questions me back in the states! Nobody! And now you offer me loose change for my esteemed services?"

He leaned in with a finger pointed at Touya's face.

"How. Fucking. Dare. You. You better suck my black-ass cock for what it is you expect me to even consider spitting in this goddamn country you run!"

Snorting for a moment, the phlegm then was spat out onto Touya's pristine black polished floors as more laughter from behind praised their boss for his actions.

"So…"

His eyes narrowed in on Touya's stare as he now was feeling confident enough to negotiate their terms.

"Stop bullshittin and get to the point, motherfucker."

Silence fell upon the room as Touya's expression remained unmoving. The other members of Duvall's entourage were starting to chuckle less and less as they felt something begin to chill the air. Almost as if a vacuum began to form inside of this singular office.

"Would you like a refill? Please, allow me."

Standing up out of his chair, Touya redid the top button of his imported suit before reaching over his desk to pick up the empty glass leaving wet spots on the pristine reflective surface of his personal workspace. Just approaching the part of the wall where he stored his alcohol caused the section that was his mixing bar to slowly emerge out of the wall with a chilled hiss and revealed all of his rare bottles of exquisite drinks. Nobody in the room recognized any of the bottles since they were nowhere near the levels of influence necessary to even know about their existence.

The soothing sounds of the old ice being dumped out to then be replaced with a new ice ball created a soothing atmosphere for everybody inside of the office. Right as Touya began pouring the first bottle of liquor, he asked Duvall a question that made the bald black man a bit uncomfortable.

"How many of your entourage could die without your business being compromised?"

Touya's delivery of his question sounded so casual that it left the entire room stunned for a moment.

"From what I could tell, four of you could die and nothing would change at all in your operations. In fact-"

The smoker was being utilized as Touya picked out some cherry wood to use in the drink he was making for Richard Duvall. His assorted air sealed drawer of different woods demonstrated how seriously he took his mixology.

"Removing six of the people in this room would actually improve your business. Would this measure of prevention of your enterprise failing make up for my lack of hospitality?"

Hearing his calm demeanor while he was mixing a drink at his private bar unnerved some of the entourage behind Duvall. Two of Duvall's lieutenants approached Touya as he was still mixing.

"I don't know what the fuck you think is good, but you-"

Right as he passed the threshold of the space that his desk represented, both men who were approaching Touya in a threatening manner were both engulfed in a bright light before a chattering sound could be heard. Most had to shield their eyes from the burst of blinding light before they could look back and see what had happened.

Those with sunglasses on were able to witness a truly horrifying sight of two of their strongest members becoming a flash of flames before collapsing into a pile of a few intact charred bones. There wasn't even a pile of ash left as only the hardest parts of their bodies hadn't been stopped into microscopic debris. The release of the glass dome where Duvall's drink had been smoking sent an aroma of rich savory cherry wood throughout the room.

Nothing was left of the two who died in less than an instant. Not even the heat of the flames that consumed them had been felt as the aroma of their bodies didn't even exist. This was a clear show of actual control that Touya actually commanded as he rendered two people into the forms that he wanted this obnoxious crowd to remember them as. Only their charred bones would be remembered for these disrespectful parasites.

"There, two gone. The others are just silent, so you're gonna have to give me permission to remove them from our business."

Everybody in the room began to panic after such an instantaneous end to two of their commanding leaders under the control of Duvall. Even Duvall stood up in a panic as he witnessed true unchallengeable power being demonstrated.

"Please, Mr. Duvall…"

Just the way Touya said his name caused the entire room to stop and let the man speak uninterrupted.

"Sit down."

No time was wasted as the once cocky group of elite criminals all sat back down with Duvall unable to even look up as he waited for Touya to give him permission to speak. Only the sounds of the organization leader making a decadent drink for his guest could be heard as nobody dared to even utter a peep.

"Why is it that you feel entitled to act the way that you did without consequences? I heard rumors, but to see such uncouth behavior from someone such as yourself is disturbing."

Just then, a girl of one of the men in the room tried to sprint for the door. She wasn't even turned into charred bones as she just vanished in a flash of light. There was no mercy for anyone who even wanted to leave this situation.

That right had been lost when they all thought it appropriate to mock him inside of his own house. To let them live was a stain on his own reputation that would invite chaos into the operation he was responsible for. Not even the one who brought the girl in as a date for this meeting could move as everybody realized that Touya was in control. To them, he was god as far as he was concerned.

"Mr. Duvall?"

A panicked Robert was still unable to look at the CEO of the organization, though Touya could now see that he had the man's attention again.

"You and I both know that I have been more than generous enough in this merger. Thirty percent over expected profit margins is more than enough to show good faith in business deals, yet you pushed your luck with this meeting."

Some of that biting wrath made its way into Touya's voice. Despite there being no audible clock in the room, Duvall mistook his racing heart thundering in his own head as the ticking of his time.

Touya was almost done with the drink as he was taking his time to pick which syrup he thought would be most appropriate to pair with the bitter he intended to dash into this cocktail. After all, a dead man deserved the best as his final drink.

"Quite honestly, you are expendable. This meeting was your last chance to prove yourself worthy of being able to live as a business partner underneath the organization, but you fucked that up for yourself."

The drink was finished.

Pulling his handkerchief from out of his custom suit jacket inner pocket, he wiped the wet spot Richard Duvall had made with the glass earlier before placing the new drink onto the coaster he left for the man to use.

"So now this is your reward. Drink it well as you go into the afterlife. I made it specially for you."

With that, the room erupted into a blinding inferno.

A whirlwind of immense flames consumed everything until the remaining individual sat upon his desk with his suit still intact. Not even the ashes of those he removed personally could be seen. More startling to anybody who took a look at even the state of the intact ice in the glass Touya mixed the eloquent drink in still was perspiring as if there was no immense heat that atomized a group of people just now. Such powerful yet precise control of heat vacated the office of all annoyances for the extremely influential man. The blinding light had told the guard standing just outside that his boss had indeed done what he had expected after he had brought the foreign business associate to Touya. Only the fact it took this long for Duvall and his crew to experience Dabi's unbelievable superheated flames left any sort of surprise for the experienced operative.

Entering the room was Shuichi. He had been standing guard and was stationed next to the glass door as the one responsible to prevent all interruptions of the meeting. Now that the meeting was over, he entered the already cooled room to address his leader regarding their next actions.

"Dabi-san. I have the invitations ready for our operatives. How do you wish to proceed?"

All that remained of one of the most powerful people on the face of the earth was the still perspiring drink now sweating onto the coaster he had given the now deceased man. Nobody was to touch the drink until it was completely melted, to which Touya would personally clean the mess as a sign of respect for the dead.

"I'll leave it up to you. I trust your judgment, so put together the squad and let me know when they are ready."

Only Shuichi commanded such trust from Touya. He bowed and gave the man a respectful departure before going off to complete his mission. Meanwhile, Touya returned to his work without skipping a beat as he needed to catch up on the work he had set aside for this meeting. A multitude of holograms with critical information once again surrounded him as he resumed his work as the CEO of the organization that controlled the majority of the world. Now he needed to spend the next two days obtaining all of the assets now left unattended after Richard Duvall stupidly left a power vacuum with his death. An unnecessary stress that could've been avoided had the man acted like an adult rather than a teenage gangbanger.

Two Months Later

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight-"

Mina counted down the part where she and Izuku would dance their choreography together. Both of them went into an almost habitual flurry of intricate moves that were synced up to a particularly passionate R track that Izuku found to be rather compelling. Creating a piece of choreography in their free time made them feel like they were young kids again, without the pressures of the outer world forcing them to become calculating machines just made to fight criminals.

At the end of their completed choreography, Izuku held Mina's forehead against his as she panted while pressing hers into his. Wearing just a pair of basketball shorts with red basketball shoes paired well with Mina wearing just a black sports bra and a miniskirt with her choice of a black sports thong that was torture for Izuku. She knew this as they were able to create something worth remembering as they came to an end.

Only the exhaustion of focusing on their dancing kept them from flying into another passionate session of heavy petting. Mina herself was finishing up on saving the recording of their dance for a later date on the recording system they had set up while Izuku got ready to shower with his wife.

Having to contest with a serious terrorist organization left him unbearably stressed at first. Only through the many efforts of his loving spouses that all of them were able to find solace with each other did he find himself at peace. Without them, he would still be a hot mess unable to sort through his own head for one reasonable answer. After Mina finished saving their dance piece, they now had the opportunity to go and take a bath with each other. One reason they held this dance session was so that they could give one particular partner of theirs the attention they needed. Someone who needed a confidence boost here and there.

Fifteen Minutes Later

Entering the home after parking her expensive sedan in its designated spot was Thirteen. The still active teacher who taught at UA Academy after all of these years remained loyal to her duty as an educator. It felt good to just come home without having to worry about parking space and annoying neighbors. Still, this relationship of hers was something that still made her feel so giddy with joy that it often made her feel naughty rather than shameful that she was now in a sexual relationship with her former students.

Especially Izuku.

He didn't mind that they got married without a ceremony. He was still able to make their honeymoon memorable with a trip to an uninhabited island with a select few of the other women he was with to just enjoy the numerous stars visible without the light pollution of cities blocking their majesty.

Having a home designed for heroines made her undressing easy as she simply undid her costume before setting it in the designated slot for her heavy equipment. All of it was sent to another part of the building where an automated machine meant for her costume would take care of everything while Midoriya Anan, formerly Kurose Anan, could relax without worrying about the condition of her costume for work.

"I'm home."

"Sensei!"

To feel two heavy breasts smothering her face as she was being pulled into them wasn't a terrible way to go as she could already tell who it was that had embraced her as she entered the home. Only by wiggling her face upwards did Anan manage to get her face out of the most amazing chest she ever had the opportunity to interact with. An almost comical atmosphere hung around them as Thirteen's former student refused to let her go without a reciprocating greeting.

"I'm home."

"Welcome home."

Momo kissed her former teacher deeply and enjoyed how she tasted against her tongue. Such a relationship didn't feel possible for the teacher in the past before she found herself being approached by multiple females who were all out to seduce her. Funnily enough, Izuku was the one to bed her after so long. Anan just accepted that she was meant to become a Midoriya after she married into this strange family without any regrets.

For Momo's efforts, she got a smack on her left ass cheek as she pouted while a blushing Anan had her blonde and blue short hair all frazzled from their makeout session.

"Go! You know I'm with Mina and Izuku tonight! Be a good girl and just wait for me."

The wink and blown kiss she got from the busty beauty left Anan speechless as she watched Momo sway her behind when she walked away. It took twenty seconds for her to realize she had been standing motionless like an idiot before she began to waddle towards the baths in a desperate effort to make sure she could have as much fun as possible for the evening time slot.

Eight Minutes Later

Getting out of her space suit took some fumbling to exit, but she managed to get the damned thing into its laundry shoot and ready for her next shift as a UA instructor. Passing a full body mirror, the more mature woman couldn't help but wonder why it was these prime specimens of human sexuality were so eager to engage with such a petite, average body such as her's. Examining herself didn't exactly reveal some hidden secret that she never considered herself all that attractive.

All she was didn't seem that exciting. Maybe she was a bit more gifted for a skinny girl, but her modest breasts and short stature always felt lacking for her. Yet she was seduced by the fact that Izuku had sincerely told her that whoever loved her needed to deserve her. A comment that now made her his wife who was shivering with anticipation in the nude as she was trying to contain her excitement for the other woman who also used to be a former student of hers. Entering the large bathhouse, Anan entered and made her way to the showers almost robotically and reached a stall before she heard someone call out to her.

"Thirteen-sensei? Is that you?"

Mina was just relaxing in Izuku's lap as she caught Sight of her former teacher seemingly trying to sneak towards the showers. Both Izuku and Mina were just staring at the woman who failed to sneak past them freeze for a moment before moving as though she hadn't been caught. It didn't matter all that much as she actually just chose a shower perfectly visible for them to watch as she showered In the nude. A show that neither of them wanted to interrupt as Mina sneakily slipped Izuku's erection into her sex. His pointed glare was met with a teasing wink as Izuku simply let Mina squeeze down on his length as they both watched their former teacher take a shower, naked, in front of them.

Ten Minutes Later

Washing herself off still took some time as she was putting on a show for Izuku and Mina. Rubbing her nubile body while letting these incredibly virile youths fuck right behind her as a means to contain their already immeasurable desires was her way of reoriemting herself. Thirteen didn't know if she made things better or worse for herself as she approached the bath with her towel in hand at her side and letting Izuku and Mina see her so nude.

"Sensei, come here."

Mina was the one to invite Anan into the bath. She graciously took her hand and stepped into the blessedly hot water where her entire body began to go limp with relaxation. One thing she couldn't deny was how good having a luxury bath was for her tired body on a daily basis. Letting Mina situate her was perhaps a lapse of judgment on Anan's part as she soon realized she was sitting on Izuku's lap with his erection pressed into her lower back.

A position she already had been in several times over already. For the first time ever, she flipped herself over and embraced Izuku as she pressed her entire body into his while pressing her lips into his. He didn't hesitate as he returned the affection while Mina began to lick her former teacher's left ear and press her fingers into their backdoor.

Feeling her asshole being played with was even more reason to just embrace the pleasure.

Before she knew it, Izuku had pulled her down onto his entire length and trapped her in his arms as she felt her entire body go limp with euphoria. He was keeping her trapped in her absolute pleasure and didn't let her go until she got what she came for. His efforts to satisfy her were almost overwhelming as Mina began to lick her backdoor and send Thirteen into an orgasm that she wasn't ready for.

It hurt to feel so good when she climaxed. Never did this once naive teacher specialized in urban rescue ever expect to be hitched to a man who would be so passionate to the point of wanting to make her only want him as a man. Nobody else dared exceed his performance as Anan wept as she climaxed past her threshold. Both Mina and Izuku stopped and began to check on the woman so wrought with euphoria that she could never feel this way ever again with another man. She shoved her lips into Izukus and shared a wonderful kiss that Mina wanted to photograph with how tender it was. The best she could do was commit the image to memory as Thirteen finally let herself go and experience her true self.

One Hour Later

A good amount of the women who were with Izuku were all finally home all at once. The amount of chatter and joy that emanated from the main dining hall made this place feel like what it was meant to be.

A home.

Izuku himself was being a subject of Tokage's efforts to learn how to cook from Mitsuki and had made some decent progress as she fed her husband her recent efforts to make him some fried cutlets. Although a little dry, he ate it all without hesitation. It certainly helped that he was already such a glutton that burned so many calories at his resting rate of metabolism. Such a body as hardened as his wasn't one that could simply not be provided nutrition to keep it in top physical form.

Ibara herself tried to keep Tokage under wraps as she didn't want to make her husband uncomfortable with the antics of their wife being so passionate. All that she got was a deep kiss that had Tokage render Ibara limp enough to carry the woman out of the dining hall in a bridal carry. They were going to enjoy the evening together and Izuku wished them the best for their romantic endeavors. Ibara was a woman who needed to be more daring in this unique relationship and Tokage was the one who usually tried to drag the religious woman out of her comfort zone. Although he did miss the feeling of Ibara trapping herself and himself in a cocoon of her hair where they would be left alone to just make love.

Despite their unusual relationship, they all loved each other. Nobody was lesser and they all tried their best to keep secrets to a minimum between each other. Their efforts led to a rather successful relationship where they prospered as lovers.

Inside of his pocket was this incessant buzzing that he couldn't ignore after forty-five seconds. Pulling his phone out to check the caller left Mina, Jiro, Mitsuki, and Ochaco curious as Izuku excused himself to go outside for some fresh air. Trust between them let the women know that he was in need of privacy. Whenever he was ready, he would tell them why it was that he did what he had to do in secrecy. His transparency for their patience. A condition he never failed to deliver upon matter who it was he came to love.

Midoriya Estate, Front Driveway

Out front of his own home was the man who requested that Izuku come out to meet him regarding a delicate matter. No amount of convenience offered to him could ever make him feel any less pissed off that he was pulled away from a full hall of the women he loved on one of the rare days that a majority of them could all interact so freely. It was only because of the factor that the message had been from his brother that he allowed the individual to even speak to him.

Opening the front door revealed a very bandaged up Keigo and his American girlfriend who was a language major who wanted to teach at least five different foreign languages.

She was fluent in eight.

"Izuku! My goodness! Look at how you've grown!"

A truly warm soul as Alice Hurnsbury was someone that Keigo kept wondering as to how she had come to claim him as her lover. Everyday he was with her was a blessing that he felt undeserving of. Especially since she had let her significant other know how much he had hurt her with that stunt with the cult a while ago. Keigo then promised that she could visit her potential in-laws for a dinner date. Alice was an impressively flexible girl who didn't seem all that bothered that her brother-in-law had so many wives. Just fifty seconds of speaking to the incredibly warm personality of Keigo's girlfriend had Izuku pull his brother aside to tell him something that he felt was an important piece of advice.

"She loves you as much as you love her. Don't fuck it up, Keigo-neechan."

An affectionate smack against his head let Izuku know he was wasting his breath as Keigo guided his girlfriend into the Midoriya household. It felt good to know that his brother still loved him as he usually did. After seeing his family enter his house, Izuku's attention then was focused on the man who was leaning against the wall next to his front door. He wouldn't be the hero that he was if he didn't trust his gut instincts. Just because danger sense wasn't going off in his head like Christmas lights didn't mean something dangerous was nearby. That, and the fact that he could smell tobacco burning where there was a dark spot where he couldn't see clearly who it was that was smoking.

"Who are you? I'm not exactly taking random visitors at the moment."

Tightening his left fist, the familiar crackle of green electricity began to arc from out of his fist. Footsteps from out of the shadows revealed who it was that dropped by unannounced at his family get-together. Seeing the man's face was a bit disarming as he recognized him as someone who was once in one of the most notorious villain groups from just over ten years ago. They seemed to have put on a significant amount of muscle mass compared to the scrawny build they had in the past. The way they dressed was also seemingly upgraded as the dark charcoal gray Italian suit paired with brown leather Italian shoes and a dark oak colored tie was all coordinated with his white silk shirt and gray wool overcoat. Even the former purple of his hair was replaced with a deep scarlet red. This was not the same half lizard man with such extremist tendencies from before. He only stepped out far enough to reveal himself in the light coming out of Izuku's windows. Between his reptilian lips was a cigarette that looked handcrafted and wrapped in natural tobacco leaves over the familiar white paper that Izuku was used to. Shuichi took one more drag before letting out a cloud of his very expensive smoke with a satisfied sigh up into the air above. Izuku couldn't feel any hostility, so he remained silent and let Shuichi break the silence first.

"... I'm here to deliver you an invitation."

A questioning look crossed Izuku's face as the man pulled his coat open to show the apprehensive man the fine silk inner lining that housed his inner pockets. Presenting the pocket he was reaching into was just his way to show Izuku there was nothing he was reaching for except for what was inside of the small square pouch. Midoriya kept himself ready for anything, though seeing what looked like a black paper envelope embossed in real gold helped to ease his tension. Once out, Shuichi flipped the card back and forth to show the other man that there was indeed nothing to be nervous about. Once that was settled, Shuichi threw the card at Izuku as he caught it out of the air without issue. It seemed that Shuichi kept his distance out of respect for being on Izuku's property.

Opening the letter revealed a card that was custom embossed in real gold with the image of an oni mask pressed into the bottom edge of the card with rope-like patterns encircling the square piece of expensive black card stock. In the middle of the card was an elegant text saying he was cordially invited as a Prime VVIP to a nighttime establishment known as 'The Inner Mask'. He and his choice of guests were invited at their convenience with full amenities provided for him and his party for their participation. Him and his guests would even be provided exclusive service for transportation to and from the nightclub at their convenience.

"If I could lend a suggestion for dates, two weeks from now is what I think would give you time to make up your mind."

Izuku didn't openly respond, though did take the suggestion into consideration. As he was tucking the card back into its envelope, Shuichi's eyes were caught on the warm scene of the Midoriyas sharing and laughing over stories while they spent time with each other. It reminded him of the one in his life that showed him what that life was like. To feel loved as a family.

"... I wanted to apologize. To you."

Silence fell upon the two men. Clearly there was something that Shuichi wanted to say and it seemed important to them. Izuku just listened as the nighttime crickets kept chirping away in the distance.

"I was a kid who wasn't able to grasp how lonely they were. Looking back now, I feel silly with how ambitious yet misguided I was…"

This was coming from a very personal place. Even Izuku was surprised as he heard the man trying to make whatever amends he could make for his brash actions in the past.

"It wasn't until I found my own family that I realized how naive I was. How short sighted I had been."

Then his eyes were cast downwards. What he said next really did hit Izuku where it hurt.

"How careless I was. I couldn't imagine a life without them. And I almost took that very same thing away from you without realizing how ignorant I was at the pain I would've caused you."

This man was nothing like the easily agitated anarchist who worshiped the ramblings of a dead man. What stood before Izuku was a well-rounded man who had seen the errors of his ways and wanted to make amends.

"I'm sorry that my careless actions almost took away your wife. I couldn't make up for my actions, as had another tried to do that with mine…"

The air was heavy with the feeling of pure wrath. Izuku had experience with such hostile emotions, but this was different. There was this density to it that didn't quite reach Izuku. Like he was a little kid staring at a dangerous predator behind a layer of ballistic glass. He could recognize the threat this individual held and acknowledged that he best let them be to process things. Eventually, Shuichi came to after realizing he had become lost in memories that still weighed heavily on his soul. Memories of almost losing the one he loved the most.

"... Sorry. Just remembered something unpleasant."

All Izuku did was shake his head and offer a sympathetic expression of understanding. Sometimes memories have their ways of taking a hold of you, no matter how many times you recall them. Perhaps this was his own way of letting Shuichi know he was amongst kindred spirits regarding difficult memories.

After that, Shuichi gave Izuku his farewells and began walking back down the driveway to meet his driver at the entrance of the estate. As he was about to disappear into the night, Izuku decided to do something he felt was the right thing to do.

"You want a drink before you take off? We broke out the good stuff for my brother. Want some for the road?"

A simple wave of his hand over his shoulder let Izuku know that the man would take a rain check on that drink. For some reason, he found himself remarkably perceptive of the half lizard half human man. Although unexpected, Izuku couldn't help but smile as he returned to the party at hand with the envelope stashed in a drawer he passed by before rejoining the others indoors.

Meanwhile, Shuichi couldn't help but feel as though he really wanted to talk to his significant other. His phone was retrieved from his coat pocket where he dialed a number he could remember like his ID numbers and waited for the call to connect as the dial tone rang away in his right ear. Then the sound of her picking up followed by an affectionate voice soothed that part of him that became restless whenever he felt lonely.

"Hello, honey. How do you always manage to call me at just the perfect moment?"

Shuichi chuckled as he answered his wife with the same amount of affection in his own gruff way. He took one last drag of his imported cigarette before flicking out the ember with a free finger on the same hand he held it. Out of respect for Izuku, he tucked the extinguished butt of his smoke into his coat pocket so as to not litter carelessly. After all, the man who trained him to become the soldier he was now never neglected to teach Shuichi proper manners any gentleman should be mindful of.

"I just do. What else would you expect from the man you chose to be your husband? Someone as perfect as you truly need to trust in their own decisions more often."

That soft laugh of hers was more beautiful than music. It was only with him that she allowed herself to be vulnerable enough to express such tenderness for him. Neither of them weren't sure about the concept of soulmates, though what they had seemed to trump that since they felt more than perfect for each other.

Each step he took down the long expanse of pavement slowed down with each passing placement of their conversation. Shuichi didn't even realize he was barely moving as he was just happy to hear her voice at this time. To say he was smitten with her would be like saying an open pitfire is a bit too warm for an open barrel of ethanol to sit next to. At the end of their conversation, Shuichi invited her out to a small bar he found recently and thought she could enjoy some company. She didn't even hesitate to accept as she had nothing else after finishing up her work. A sweet yet tender moment where they told each other that they loved each other finally let them hang up mutually.

"Ms. Azentez? I have the shipping orders from the Philippines you requested. Shall I have them sent through the usual channels or compile them for you?"

Inside of an extremely well furnished office, the rather buxom dark-tan woman with waves of liquid obsidian as hair returned to her usual professional demeanor before addressing her sharply dressed secretary who wore a simple office suit with a gray pencil skirt accentuating their incredible figure. Bianca Aventez didn't even bother looking up from her desk through her thick sets of eyelashes that added to the emerald color of her irises. She was the very definition of womanly allure as she had a face that would make any man or woman swoon if she were to even give them a passing smirk. Her attire reflected her confidence in her physical beauty with a maroon suit which accentuated her form perfectly and showed off her drop dead gorgeous hourglass figure. On top of her already snug attire, the white button up silk shirt was opened up enough to completely expose her massive cleavage in all of its glory.

Her genetics gave her the body of a goddess as her legs and ass were all so smooth and soft in all the right places with no blemish on any spot of her body. Just the small beauty mark underneath her left eye could even be considered a blemish, if not another enhancement of her unfair beauty.

Requesting that the report be investigated by the department of corrections wasn't questioned nor doubted as her secretary dutifully did just that after leaving her boss's office. The only thing that Bianca wanted was to wrap up her day and go meet her man.

After all, only an idiot would miss the fact that the report she was about to receive was already wrong with all the other things she caught before the useless guys upstairs at the production plants the organization worked with were just making stupid mistakes. They thought it was acceptable leeway in their work, but they were going to cost the organization a lot more than money at this rate. Little did they know that she was essentially drafting them a final notice to get their shit together for her final task of the evening. Their failure to understand their incompetence would then lead her to just resolve the issue as she saw fit.

It would cost money and time, but she knew the value of those production resources. Having them would be another critical victory to utilize them to maintain this control the organization has carefully curated for so many years.

Right as she filed away her last signed document, there was a blinking light on the surface of her desk that alerted her to a pending call. She placed her index finger on her desk under the light and saw who had been requesting to speak to her. The sight she let out only meant one thing.

Opening the line caused a holographic window to emerge in front of her above the technologically advanced desk. One of the members of her communications team had reached out to her at the most inopportune time. They were clearly apologetic for the inconvenience as they relayed who it was that had been requesting her at this hour. Hearing such an unpleasant name just added to her agitation as she requested the call be connected. The sight of the man already began to spark her seething anger underneath the professional smile she used to disguise her displeasure.

"Bianca, it's been too long! How have you been?"

A white British man in his late fifties was already acting too familiar right off the bat. He wore a tacky blue suit with a combover that looked hideous with all the white strands of hair failing to disguise his balding scalp. It was clearly a more convenient time for him to call as it looked to be bright outside of his windows from wherever he was calling from. Already he was pissing her off.

"Have you completed the licensing we needed for the new firms?"

"Please, that can be done at any time. I simply wanted to check up on you. See how your move to Japan was faring."

Even through the screen, she could feel his lecherous gaze on her tits. Such a disgusting feeling for another part of the world was perhaps the one thing this arrogant old man could do so well. Still being professional as he ogled her body was something she was already used to.

"We had expectations for them to be done by now, Prime Minister Foreman. Our openness to the time of completion is not an invitation for you to waste our time."

Maybe it was the amount of time he had spent in power that had made him overconfident. Perhaps he truly thought himself powerful and influential after becoming the prime minister. Whatever the reason, the next few words that came out of him mouth were the final straw for the already impatient woman being denied time with her loved one.

"Come now, Bianca. You shouldn't be so tense. Maybe I can empty my schedule for you and we can discuss this matter more… Privately?"

Right as she was going to hang up, he then said something that truly set her off.

"A fine woman like you deserves a real man. Anything less would just be a waste of your time."

She knew exactly what he was referring to. Her hand paused over the option to end the call. Instead of hanging up, Bianca's eyes immediately scanned the room behind him and saw that he had two guards behind him on both the left and right.

Their uniforms told her that they were ESD officers.

"... Break his left arm."

A struggle ensued as the two armed guards quickly tackled the minister to the desk. His screams of protest were ignored by everybody in earshot. Through the camera feed, Bianca watched with sadistic interest as the officer on her right was following her instructions and wasn't just bending the arm in the opposite direction. He took a firm grip of the bicep and used their unnatural strength to start bending the bone until it snapped with a sickening crunch. A blood curdling scream echoed through the audio feed as the prime minister screamed bloody murder. Pathetic sobbing and wails were all he was capable of as he was harshly pulled back into his chair by the ones he once thought were his loyal security detail. They even had a harsh grip on each of his shoulders to keep him from slumping over and out of range of the camera.

"Now that I have your understanding, let me tell you this."

Despite not changing her expression all that much, the fear that the minister felt as he watched the woman who so easily fatally injured him begin to speak honestly paralyzed him. There was this venomous wrath keeping him docile while he painfully clutched his injured arm. Sweat was pouring down his face as both the fear and the pain nearly overwhelmed his frail body.

"You are in a position the organization needs filled. Your obedience and lack of creativity are the only things required of you. Yet you thought it necessary to inconvenience me while trying to convince me to fuck a disgusting pig like yourself."

Never had he ever felt as though someone he was watching through a video feed was staring back at him directly into his own eyes. He pissed himself in his own chair while being forced to face the woman who was instilling a traumatizing fear into him for his arrogance.

"I'm used to ignoring slobbering animals like you. But you mouthing off about my husband being less than human when you are nothing but a replaceable puppet tells me you are more of a liability than an asset worth keeping."

Both officers pulled out their knives and held the edges of their razor sharp weapons against both sides of his neck illustrated how disposable he was. Nobody would even realize he was gone before he was replaced with a new face willing to fill the position. Now he was bargaining for his life more than his seat of pseudo-power.

"So carve this into the inside of that thick skull of yours."

As if on cue, the officer on the left of Bianca's perspective grabbed the roots of the terrible comb over and slammed his face into the desk before pulling him back upright and tearing the scraps of wispy white hair and throwing it off to the side. Blood gushed out of his nose after it broke from the impact. His white shirt was soaked in his own crimson as Azentez punctuated her clear threats of agony.

"Play your part and know you are disposable. The most impact your death would have is another annoyance in one of my daily meetings to decide your replacement. So be a good livestock pig and stay in your filthy pen, Prime Minister Dick."

She hung up while her operatives took care of the rest of things. A simple accident report was more than enough to cover up the whole thing. It wasn't as though the careless old man could even say anything since she sat too far up the food chain for him to even make people believe she was even a person who existed in the first place.

As the chairwoman of the European division of the organization, she was one of six individuals to exist currently who were trusted to maintain the state of affairs without being questioned by any other individual below them. Only two people in the entire world exceeded her rank. First was Touya, who was the current CEO and would coordinate critical information for the board to work with in their own operations. Above him was someone nobody dared question. To do so would end with the fool who pushed back against his will another example in the long list of countless examples he has made abundantly clear to every member of his organization. Nobody doubted his unchallengeable position as the horror stories never stopped coming.

Far more disturbing was how even the fake rumors didn't do justice to how horrifying he could become. Nobody was stupid enough to cross him or the organization.

To cheat the devil would be a wiser move than to betray the organization.