Tom Jacker brought his new "collection" to a luxurious siheyuan floating above a sea of clouds, a tranquil pocket dimension. Quanxi landed lightly, followed by her four fiends who stared at Tom with caution.
"This place... is it yours?" Quanxi asked, her voice flat.
"For tonight, it's ours," Tom replied with a smile. "Consider it a private dressing room before the next performance."
Quanxi stared at Tom intently, then turned to her fiends. "All of you, listen," she said. "Tonight, we serve him. This man is the winner. His wish is our command."
The fiends, though afraid, nodded obediently. This was a new dynamic for Tom. Not desperate resistance, but a cold, pragmatic acknowledgment of power. He appreciated that.
"You truly are a professional, Miss Quanxi," said Tom.
"I am a warrior," Quanxi replied. "And a warrior knows when they have been defeated." She stepped forward. "So, Winner, what is your first desire?"
Tom sat in the middle of a large bed, his back against the pillows, surrounded by Quanxi and her four women, they approached like a pride of hungry lionesses.
"One by one," Tom growled, "or all at once, I don't care."
He began with the fiends. His movements were casual yet filled with an aura of ownership. He commanded the quiet Pingtsi to massage his shoulders, while he engaged the intelligent Long in a game of verbal chess. Tsugihagi, with her stitched face, was asked to simply stay quiet and look pretty. Then, he pointed at the trembling Cosmo.
"You," he said. "Foreplay is sucking a large cock."
Cosmo, whose mind could only process one word, looked at Quanxi, who gave her a short nod. Trembling, the Halloween fiend knelt and began to demonstrate her skills.
After he was satisfied with the "warm-up," Tom's attention returned to Quanxi. He pulled the First Assassin onto his lap. Their kiss was the beginning of a duel. This was not an explosion of romantic passion, but a conquest.
Tom's hands explored Quanxi's body possessively, mapping every curve and scar as if they were trophies he had won. He didn't rip her clothes; he simply pushed them aside with cold efficiency. He lifted her with ease, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist.
Without any further ceremony, with one powerful thrust, he entered her. Quanxi didn't scream; she only gasped, an acknowledgment of the total invasion. This was a tactical move, not a passionate one. An oath of fealty in its most primal form.
As Tom took Quanxi, he gestured to the other fiends. "Join in," he commanded.
The room exploded with a chorus of moans, sighs, and intertwined dirty words. Pingtsi and Long began to explore Tom's body, one sucking his nipple, the other licking the V-line on his abdomen. Cosmo, on Tom's command, was now kneeling before Quanxi, her mouth serving her own master in a twisted spectacle of dominance. Tsugihagi just watched, her stitched eyes wide.
Tom's rhythm was strong, steady, and dominant. Every thrust was an assertion of his power. Their sweat-slicked skin slid against each other, creating a burning friction. He flipped Quanxi's position, forcing her to her knees on the silk sheets. The sight of the arrogant legend in such a submissive position was a victory in itself for him. He took her from behind, deeper and harder.
"Ah... ah... ah... ah..." Quanxi panted, her voice hoarse and desperate. Her legendary self-control began to crumble.
The peak was when he brought them all together. He laid Quanxi down, then placed Pingtsi on top of her, before taking them both from behind, their bodies stacked in a pyramid of submission. He thrust into Pingtsi, and at the same time, his cock pressed against Quanxi's lower back, his body dominating them both at once. The room was filled with moans, sobs, and the sound of slapping skin. It was a total conquest, not just of their bodies, but also of their hierarchy.
The climax came like a reactor explosion. With a savage roar of victory, he released himself inside Pingtsi.
As the illusory dawn broke, Tom stood up. Quanxi and her fiends were silent. He had conquered a legend.
He snapped his fingers, and they were all back on a safe rooftop in Tokyo. "You are free," Tom said. "Your work here is done."
Quanxi looked at him, surprised. She gave a single nod, a final acknowledgment. Then, with her fiends, she disappeared into the city's shadows.
Tom Jacker now stood alone on the rooftop. His mind turned to the only major player left. "Alright, Makima-san," Tom whispered to the morning breeze. "Now it's just you and me. Let's see who the real controller is."