"Where's your ID?" Three burly men standing at the doorway asked me.
"Oh, here it is," I said curtly, handing my ID to one of them. Despite knowing the ID was fake, I remained calm and collected, because this wasn't my first rodeo. In fact, this was my three-hundredth and final mission before retirement.
"You're good to go," one of the burly men said, handing my ID back as I entered the building.
My name is Elder, a twenty-seven-year-old professional assassin, the best assassin in the entire world. I've never missed a target and have always completed my missions smoothly without leaving a trace, all thanks to a condition I have that allows me to remain calm no matter the situation.
Right now, I'm on my final mission. The pay is huge, more than enough to let me retire for life. My target is Ewol Must, the richest man in the world, and he will be taken out by me, the best assassin alive. It's a situation where a great man meets his fellow man.
The location I'm in right now is a private island deep in the desert, where a swingers party is being hosted by the world's richest man, Ewol Must. Using my organization's connections, I managed to get invited as a guest to this party along with my partner, Sarah.
Inside my suit was carefully embedded my one-shot 3D-printed rifle. As I walked in, I saw dozens of people filling the apartment venue. It was a massive hall divided into two sections. One section had beds, hundreds of bottles of baby oil, and different perverted toys, including BDSM kits stacked neatly together. The other section was the main venue, where everyone drank, gisted, and did whatever else before the perverted fun officially began.
I linked up with my partner Sarah, my fake wife, and we couldn't help but chuckle at how much billionaires loved indulging themselves in cuckery fantasies. We blended into the party, and within an hour, Ewol Must arrived with his wife. The moment he stepped in, I heard a voice through my implanted earpiece.
"Eyes on target," I muttered softly and continued partying with Sarah. Ewol Must could be seen dancing with a perverted smile on his face, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me—no, on Sarah.
He suddenly began walking toward us with his partner. At first, I wondered why he was looking my way, but when he reached us, he extended his hand and shook mine as I introduced myself as the CEO of a tech company.
"I was thinking if we could… you know, swap partners?" he said, looking at Sarah lecherously.
'Wtf?! This would make my job easier!'
"Sure, your partner is also beautiful," I said with a polite smile, shaking his hand as we swapped women. Since Sarah and I had everything planned out, I wasn't worried at all. We were simply colleagues, no feelings attached.
I took Erol Must's hot partner, and when it was time for the main lewd party to begin, I stripped her clothes off and started fucking her, my weapon still perfectly hidden and everything going exactly as planned.
Just as I was about to nut while pounding that premium pussy, I suddenly noticed Erol Must's bodyguards surrounding me, dangerous weapons all pointed at me, my dick still buried deep inside that premium pussy.
Turning my head, I saw Sarah standing beside Erol Must, her expression filled with guilt.
"I… am sorry… I–I."
"Fuck…" I muttered. I knew I was screwed. This bitch sold me out because she got the chance to be with the world's richest man. She couldn't keep her mouth shut after tasting that billionaire's cock.
Just as I was about to pull out and take out one of the security men, Erol Must's partner wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me, my cock still buried inside her pussy.
BANG!
Instantly, I felt something pierce my skull, and my consciousness began to fade. It was swift, shameful, and demeaning. No matter how skillful one was in this world, if cornered by a group of armed men in a tight space without protection, one would die. Even if someone was somewhat impenetrable to bullets, they could still be taken out by poison or missiles, not to mention nuclear weapons. No one was truly invincible.
My consciousness slowly faded away.
Fuck! If I were given one more chance, I'd fuck those bitches silly and never trust them again. No single hoe would be spared by me. They'd all become slaves to my cock. I cursed silently, thinking about Sarah's betrayal. It wasn't about money, it was about the aura Erol Must commanded. A hoe simply couldn't resist.
Suddenly, my vision began to return miraculously, and instead of waking up in an ICU or back on the island, I saw a woman, likely a milf, with dangerously large tits crouching over me. Her hard nipples strained against her blouse, practically begging to be sucked.
Without thinking twice, I reached out and squeezed one of her tits hard.
"Ahan~ Jacob! Are you out of your mind, touching your mom like that?!"
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[Author's Note: MC has no moral compass whatsoever, so if you have a soft mind, please don't read. Thank you for checking out my new release!]