"""I included Power to enhance the atmosphere.""""
The world fell silent. With Makima's defeat and the Gun Devil's neutralization, humanity's greatest known threats had vanished. But relief didn't come. Instead, a terrifying power vacuum was created, and in the midst of that void stood the shadow of one name: Tom Jacker. He was the entity who had vanquished legendary assassins, slaughtered powerful devils, and conquered the Control Devil itself. He was the greatest force on the planet, and no one knew his purpose.
For Tom, his purpose was simple. He was bored. The game was over; the main villains had been defeated. He had collected all the interesting powers he could find in this world. It was time to leave.
But before that, he wanted to throw a farewell party. A celebration to honor the best "actresses" who had kept him entertained.
Tom teleported to Public Safety's deepest, most secret detention facility. Inside a cell made of anti-devil material, Reze sat in silence, her eyes staring blankly at the wall. She had resigned herself to her fate. Suddenly, Tom appeared inside her cell.
Reze flinched, immediately taking a defensive stance. "You..."
"Hello again, Miss Bomb," Tom greeted cheerfully. "I'm throwing a little party. You're invited. Mandatory attendance." Without waiting for an answer, he touched Reze's shoulder and they both vanished, leaving the cell empty.
In another cell not far away, Quanxi sat meditating, surrounded by her restless Fiends. She knew they wouldn't be able to escape. She accepted her defeat. The cell door suddenly disappeared. Tom stood there.
"The party's about to start," Tom said. "And it wouldn't be complete without the guest of honor."
Quanxi looked at him, her expression calm. "Where to?"
"Somewhere more enjoyable," he replied. Quanxi nodded and stood up. She and her Fiends followed Tom without resistance. They understood the language of power.
Tom found Himeno in a quiet bar, drinking alone. She seemed more melancholic than usual, contemplating all that had happened. Tom sat down on the stool next to her.
"Another glass for the lady, and whatever's most expensive for me," Tom told the bartender, who immediately complied, trembling as he recognized his face from the news.
Himeno turned, surprised. "Tom-kun."
"Himeno-senpai," Tom responded. "I'm leaving this world. And I want to say goodbye properly. There's a little party. Want to come?"
Himeno stared at him for a long time, trying to read this impossible man. There was fear, but also an irresistible curiosity. "Will there be ramen?" she asked with a faint smile.
"The best ramen," Tom promised.
Finding Power was the easiest. Tom just had to locate the source of commotion. He found Power trying to steal an ice cream truck because she didn't want to pay. Tom simply grabbed her by the collar from behind.
"Hey! Let me go, weird human! I am the great Power!"
"I know," Tom said. "And the great Power is invited to a party. There's lots and lots of meat and good food."
Power's eyes immediately lit up. "MEAT?!" She instantly stopped struggling. "Alright! Show me the way!"
As Tom prepared to gather his party, he sensed two strong presences that had just appeared in the city. With Makima's defeat, the balance had been disturbed, and her sisters from the Four Horsemen were now beginning to move more freely.
He found Fami, the Famine Devil, sitting calmly in a family restaurant, devouring dozens of plates of food with a blank expression. Across the street, Michiko Tendo, the vessel of the Justice Devil, was delivering "judgment" to a pickpocket in an overly dramatic fashion.
Tom decided to improvise a little. He approached Fami. "Miss Hungry, I have a party with unlimited food. Interested?" Fami merely looked at him, then nodded slowly and followed him.
He then approached Michiko. "Miss Justice, there's a gathering of the most dangerous individuals on the planet. As an enforcer of justice, isn't it your duty to oversee us?" That argument, with its twisted logic, successfully provoked Michiko to join.
Tom led them all to a luxurious penthouse floating in the sky, a pocket dimension he had created and decorated with furnishings from various worlds. The view was a slowly swirling galaxy.
The "guests" were now assembled. The wary Reze. The calm Quanxi with her Fiends. The nervous yet curious Himeno. Power, who had already begun to raid the buffet table. Fami, who also immediately headed for the food. And Michiko, who stared at everyone with a judging gaze.
They all looked at each other, realizing the terrible common thread that bound them all: the man now standing in the center of the room, smiling like a perfect host.
"Welcome to my farewell party," Tom Jacker said.
The atmosphere in the floating penthouse was so thick it could be cut. The most dangerous women Tom had ever encountered were now gathered: the calm Quanxi and her Fiends, the blank Reze, the nervous Himeno, the enraged Michiko, and Power and Fami, busy with the buffet.
Tom clapped once. "Alright, ladies," he said, his smile that of a director. "I want to thank you for coming. I've gathered all of you, my finest collection, for one last celebration. Consider this an awards night for your outstanding performances."
"You think we're your toys, Monster?!" Michiko snarled.
"Of course," Tom replied without hesitation. "And now, it's time for the final act."
That night was a symphony of chaos orchestrated by Tom. He was the conductor, and the women were his instruments.
He began with Quanxi and her harem. This was a tactical move, not a passionate one. Quanxi calmly placed her palms on the table, then bowed, presenting herself in a position of utmost submission. Her Fiends followed, kneeling around her. Tom approached from behind, his movements relaxed yet filled with an aura of possession. Without further ceremony, with a single powerful thrust, he entered her. Quanxi merely gasped softly, an acknowledgment of the total invasion. Tom took her with a strong, steady, and dominant rhythm, while her Fiends served him with their mouths and hands. His first climax came with a low growl of satisfaction, releasing himself inside the legend.
He then turned to Himeno and Reze. He pulled them onto the velvet sofa. "You two," he whispered, "represent hope and disappointment." He played them simultaneously, one hand kneading Himeno's breast, the other caressing Reze's tear-streaked cheek. He took Himeno first, with a rhythm full of bitter nostalgia, while Reze was forced to watch. Then, he turned to Reze, taking her with a cruel gentleness that shattered the last remnants of her spirit. His climax with Reze was a silent explosion, more emotional than physical, leaving both women crying in silence.
Next was Michiko Tendo. She resisted the most. "Devil!" she shrieked. Tom only laughed and lifted her with ease. He slammed her against the penthouse's glass wall, pressing her back against the cold surface. Their rhythm was fast, desperate, and brutal. Every thrust was an insult. "You fight for justice," Tom growled in her ear, "but here, there is only my power." He flipped Michiko over, forcing her to her knees, and took her from behind until her screams of rage turned into helpless moans. His climax with Michiko was the loudest, a savage roar of triumph.
Finally, he turned to Power, who had just finished the last shrimp. Fami stared with blank eyes. "You," Tom said to Power. "Your lesson isn't over." He dragged the terrified Blood Devil to the center of the room. His conquest of Power wasn't about passion, but about taming. He took her with the same primal force that Power herself possessed, breaking her arrogance once more until the magnificent Devil could only beg for mercy. His climax inside Power was the final affirmation of their hierarchy.
After "enjoying" each instrument individually, Tom gathered them all. "Now," he commanded, "all together."
The room erupted into sensual chaos. Tom lay in the middle of them, his powerful body the focal point. Quanxi and her Fiends served him with deadly efficiency. Himeno and Reze, with newfound desperation, kissed and touched whoever was closest. Michiko, her spirit broken, could only submit as several Fiends began to explore her.
Tom moved with wild power, driving Power beneath him deeper into the cushions while Fami moved her hips over his face with an accelerating rhythm. Quanxi and Himeno groped each other lustfully, while Pingtsi knelt beside Tom, licking drops of sweat from his back. "Fuck....! Don't stop!" Power beneath Tom screamed, her nails raking his arm. Tom pulled Reze onto his lap, while Quanxi and Himeno knelt before him, their mouths working greedily. The room was filled with the sounds of bodies colliding, overlapping moans, a filthy symphony only they understood. His final climax was a cataclysmic explosion. He roared, unleashing the last of his power into Quanxi and Himeno's mouths simultaneously, his body convulsing in absolute triumph.
As the illusory dawn broke, Tom felt satisfied. The women were now silent, lying in an exhausted pile of bodies.
"Thank you for an unforgettable night, ladies," Tom said. "You truly were the best show."
He snapped his fingers. One by one, they returned to where they had last been.
Tom Jacker was now alone again in the illusory penthouse. His game here had reached a satisfying conclusion.
"Time for the final curtain," he whispered. The penthouse vanished, and he was once again floating above the Tokyo sky.