Hisss!
With a wet, sexy slurping sound, a small, white snake slithered out of my pussy, dropping to the floor with a soft plop. Fortunately, I swiftly stored my bodysuit away, leaving me completely naked from the waist down, allowing for an easy exit for the little thing.
It was no bigger than my arm; its scales shimmered like mother-of-pearl under the harsh fluorescent lights. Its eyes were twin crimson rubies, glowing with an ancient, predatory intelligence.
Within seconds, its body expanded.
The tiny serpent rapidly grew larger, muscles rippling beneath its scales as it returned to its true size. The smaller one was convenient for hiding inside my body.
Workers nearby froze in shock as they stared at the creature.
"What the hell is that?!"
"A monster!"
Panic spread even faster.
"Go, my little scaly friend. Feast." I patted its head. "But be careful."
HISSSSS!
The enormous white python let out a sharp, eager hiss, surging forward like a living avalanche of muscle and scales. It didn't bother with finesse. It didn't need to.
It slammed into a group of terrified thugs, sending them flying like bowling pins. Its jaws unhinged with a sickening crack, and it swallowed a screaming man whole in one gulp. Then it coiled its massive body around a heavy-duty forklift, the metal groaning and warping under the immense pressure, and flung the multi-ton machine across the warehouse like a toy.
The forklift smashed into a stack of crates, splintering wood and shattering the monster cores within.
Fortunately, they didn't explode, or things would have gotten complicated.
"Sigh... and I wanted to take some of those," I complained inside my mind, sending a mental command to the snake to be more careful.
I didn't bother putting the bodysuit back on just yet. Moving through a slaughterhouse completely naked from the waist down felt liberating. My pale ass and cute, shaved pussy were a stark, beautiful contrast to the blood and chaos around me. Every step sent a cool breeze across my exposed folds, making my clit peek out slightly from its hood, already swollen and glistening with arousal.
Ron was busy across the warehouse, his movements efficient and lethal. He was using the chaos I had created to his advantage, picking off targets one by one. A stab to the back of the knee here, a slit throat there. He was learning to become a ghost, a whisper of death in the storm.
He was becoming a worthy disciple.
Of course, he did steal a glance or two at my lower body.
'I wonder how the drug is still holding after all of this?' I thought, smelling the scent of lust coming from him even with all this blood.
The warehouse had become a battlefield.
Gunfire echoed from every direction. Crates burned. Machinery sparked. The terrified screams of fleeing workers mixed with the roar of collapsing metal.
The serpent was a glorious terror. It crushed two more men in its coils, their ribs snapping like dry twigs before it swallowed their broken bodies headfirst. The visible bulges sliding down its throat made my own pussy clench with sympathetic pleasure. I could feel the 'Queen of Serpents' skill humming inside me, feeding on the carnage.
I could use the energy to summon another serpent or use it to strengthen this one.
For now, one is enough.
I leaped onto a nearby workbench, my plump ass flexing as I landed. Three guards turned their guns toward me, eyes wide at the sight of my naked lower half.
"Fucking freak—!"
Their bullets never reached me. I slipped into the shadows for a split second and reappeared behind them, black katana already singing. Two heads rolled. The third man I left alive—just barely. My blade sliced through both of his Achilles tendons, dropping him to his knees. Before he could scream, I grabbed his head and shoved it forward, grinding my dripping pussy against his face.
"Clean it," I purred, rolling my hips. "Clean my cunt with your tongue, and I might make your death quick."
He was too terrified to even breathe, let alone obey. Disappointing. With a sigh, I twisted his head, snapping his neck with a loud crack.
Dark tendrils immediately burst from my pussy and ass, wrapping around his corpse and the two decapitated ones. The wet, obscene sucking sounds filled the air as I devoured them on the spot. My flat stomach swelled slightly before smoothing out again, their essence flooding into me.
Ding!
[+112 HP]
[+67 STM]
[+1 Agility]
Better. Still not enough, but better. A single attribute point was a nice bonus.
Across the floor, the white serpent had grown even larger, its body now thick with the outlines of multiple victims. It hissed in satisfaction and began constricting a group of four who had tried to barricade themselves behind some crates. Their screams turned into wet gurgles as bones popped.
I ran my fingers through my slick folds, coating them in my arousal and a bit of blood, then licked them clean while watching. The taste made me shiver with primal delight.
"Ron, Umbra!" I called, my voice carrying over the chaos. "Push them toward the center!"
He obeyed instantly. Umbra burst from his shadow, a streak of black fury that herded the remaining survivors like panicked sheep. I moved like a white-haired demoness, katana flashing, leaving a trail of mutilated bodies in my wake.
The survivors were breaking completely now. Some dropped their weapons and begged. Others tried to run. None made it far.
I caught one fleeing woman by the hair, yanking her back. She stared up at my metal mask in terror as I spread my legs and forced her face between my thighs.
"Kiss it," I ordered softly. She did, sobbing. I rewarded her obedience by letting the Devour tendrils take her while she was still pressed against my cunt. The feeling of her being pulled inside me while her tongue was still on my clit made me moan loudly.
"Hissss!"
The white serpent slithered back to me, nuzzling its giant head against my hip like a giant scaly cat. The warehouse was nearly silent now except for the groans of the dying and the crackling of fires.
Ron finally walked toward me. His armor was splattered with blood. He stopped a few feet away, looking at the naked-from-the-waist-down woman standing with her giant serpent companion amid the carnage.
If I could see his face, I knew there would be a complex mixture of emotions.
"Are you hurt?" I asked, my business-like tone at odds with my appearance.
"No, Sister."
"Good." I nodded, zipping back on my bodysuit. The leather felt cool against my heated skin. I turned to the remaining Black Hand thugs on the floor, some still alive and begging for their lives.
Ron watched me, silent. He'd seen me kill, but not like this. Not this… methodical.
I looked up toward the metal door on the second floor that led to the surgeon's room.
"Deal with them." I waved a hand to Umbra and the serpent. "I'm going to have a chat with the doctor."
As they dealt with the rest, Ron and I walked to the heavy metal door that led to the surgeon's room.
The door was steel, reinforced. I could sense mana radiating from it. A ward.
I knocked.
After a long silence, a calm, cultured voice came from the speaker.
"Who is it?"
From the memories, I knew that the surgeon's room was soundproofed. So the voices of the slaughter would not have reached him.
"Delivery," I said, my voice distorted by the metal mask. "Two D-rank assassins. They said you were expecting them."
Silence.
Then the door clicked open.
BOOM!
The moment it opened a foot wide, I kicked it with all my strength.
The reinforced door, enchanted with a ward, didn't just open; it flew off its hinges as if it were made of cardboard. It slammed into the opposite wall with a deafening crash, the magical ward shattering like glass.
The Surgeon, a slender man in pristine white scrubs, stumbled back in shock. He was standing over an operating table, where a terrified Black Hand member was strapped down, chest cut open. He had been in the middle of installing a new chrome ribcage.
The Surgeon's mechanical eyes, wide with surprise, met mine. He was fast. In a split second, he grabbed a surgical scalpel from the tray, the blade glowing with a faint blue light.
"Uninvited guests," he said, his voice still calm, but now laced with steel. "Rude."
Before he could make another move, I was on him. I didn't even bother with my katana.
I gripped his throat with my two fingers, lifting him from the ground.
His legs kicked uselessly. His mechanical eyes flickered, trying to scan me, to find a weakness.
"Unhand me, you-"
I squeezed my two fingers, cutting his words and cutting off his breath.
I leaned in, my face inches from his, my metal mask reflecting his terrified expression.
"You're The Surgeon, right?" I purred, my voice a low, dangerous hum. "I've heard good things. They say you're an artist."
He tried to speak, but my grip was too tight.
"Let's see your artistry up close," I continued, ignoring his struggles. "I have a proposition for you."
He stopped struggling, trying to listen.
"Submit to me or die."
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