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Chapter 15: Work Hard, Play Hard
🕑 Added 2025-07-21 16:13:29 +0000 UTC“Shit! The safe’s open!” one thug barked.
“It’s empty!” another choked out.
“No. No. No… Boss’ll kill us if he finds out,” a third muttered, voice shaky.
“Search the place. They must be around here somewhere,” the thug with the gun ordered the other two thugs with a gun and a machete. They nodded and left the room. The thug gave one last cursory glance to the room, his gaze passing the desk, couch, and file cabinet.
I heard the receding sound of his boots and slowly emerged from my hiding place. While still behind the desk, I peeked and saw the last thug standing by the door, looking out.
Couple guards. Probably asleep. My foot.
I knew things wouldn’t be as easy as she made them out to be.
But what’s done was done. Now, I had to leave this place alive.
I took out a sheathed knife from my bag. As I pulled it out from its sheath, its sharp edge glinted under the room light.
I remembered the night I received it.
The rooftop had been quiet, the city's glow casting long shadows. Uncle Niko stood in front of me, holding out the blade with steady hands.
“I won’t stand in your way,” he had said, voice low. “But you need to understand—once you step into that world, it doesn’t let go easily.”
He placed the knife in my hand. “Let it protect you. And no matter how far you go… don’t forget, you’ve still got a place to come back to.”
The memory passed like smoke.
I previously didn’t use it because I wanted to keep things clean. Moreover, if blood were spilled, there would be a higher chance of them discovering someone infiltrated due to the smell of the blood. Not that I was in a better position, even if I didn’t use it.
But that was not the actual reason.
I knew when I took this path, I had to kill. Hell, even one of my missions explicitly tells me to kill criminals. But it was not easy. I was procrastinating. Even when those thugs indirectly died due to me during the car chase, I still thought that since I didn’t kill them myself intentionally, it didn’t count.
A while ago, I was just a normal man in a normal world. However, I was then thrust into this ridiculous world of uneven power ratings.
Killing someone as part of the job was not something that had ever crossed my mind.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly with my eyes closed.
I opened my eyes and no longer hesitated. I had stalled enough. It was time for action.
The thug looked ready to leave the room. I could not allow that. I had to remove at least those with firearms from the picture, as they posed the most threat to us.
I crept behind the thug standing in the doorway. From the gap between the door frame and him, I saw no other thug nearby.
I covered his mouth and slit his throat. He thrashed in my arms, the strength leaving his body. Within seconds, his body went limp, and I dragged it inside.
I looked at the dead thug, his eyes wide in horror.
It might be the [Gamer’s Mind] skill messing with me, but I didn’t feel anything.
Or was I just... broken?
A psychopath finally off the leash?
Maybe this part of me was always there, just waiting for the world to let it out.
Whatever it might be, I had no time for regrets. I chose this path despite knowing the consequences.
I will walk this road with my head held high.
Oh well, enough of my sob story. It was time to loot, baby.
I put my fourth gun, this time a revolver, in my bag. I checked the dead thug’s pockets, and they had the general trinkets, a lighter, a few cheap cigarettes, and his wallet.
Like a ritual, I slipped the money from the wallet into my pocket and discarded the rest of the stuff.
Now that I thought of it, I only saw a marked bill on one of the gangsters; the rest all had normal bills. It might just be that one thug who got unlucky and chanced upon a marked bill. Not that it mattered to me.
I moved back to the doorway and stood beside it with my back to the wall. I peeked out of the cover. No one was in front of the door. I looked to the right, and two thugs scanned the area from the overlook for any signs of intruders. They were alert, so it would be difficult to pass through that area.
Another thug, Rico, came out flustered from the guard room.
“My gun is not there!” he exclaimed.
“You lost your heat? And I thought I was the rookie,” one of the thugs with the machete snorted.
“Maybe you kept it somewhere else,” the third thug with the bat offered.
“No, I didn’t. I remember putting it in the drawer,” Rico snapped. “Did the intruder steal it?”
Yes. Yes, he did.
I pulled back to my cover.
Yeah, not leaving from there.
My new resolve didn’t mean I would leave here guns blazing. I was just a squishy human, and I preferred staying alive.
In case I was captured alive…
I had no doubt the screams from the first room would haunt me in my dreams for the next few days. And I had zero interest in knowing how skilled these psychos were in using the various tools for torture.
“Both of you, go outside and find the intruders. We can not let them run away,” Rico barked.
The thugs grumbled but nodded.
“Go from different exits to cover more ground,” Rico added.
They grumbled more but left as ordered. One person went down the stairs I had come up from to leave through the reception, while the other approached the office room, taking the stairs in front, and then went through the auto shop shutter.
This idiot didn’t watch many horror movies, did he?
I listened to the sound of shoes as the thug approached the office and then descended the stairs.
Rico watched them both leave.
“Damn it,” he muttered. “Finally got promoted. Finally got a gun. If I lose it now, I’m screwed.”
Too bad for you, buddy.
Now, I had two ways: I could take either of the stairs to leave. However, in both cases, I had to deal with Rico, who was watching from the overlook like a hawk.
I was not skilled enough in sneaking that I could leave the room and go downstairs with him breathing on my neck.
So, he had to go.
I took out a coin from my pocket and tossed it out of the room. It landed near the railing, making a clanging noise.
“Who’s there?” Rico shouted as he moved cautiously towards the source of the noise.
I waited patiently for him to come near until he arrived and looked around, ready to slash anyone unknown with his machete.
No one had come up till now, which meant most of the thugs had left the warehouse to search for us, probably scouring the perimeter. There was no one to listen to his outburst.
I waited patiently for an opportunity, and I got it as he cautiously approached the stairs to see if someone had run down them.
With his back to me, I crept behind him. I kicked the back of his knee with enough force that it folded, and he knelt on one leg.
“Ahh—” his scream was cut off. My hand clamped over his mouth. The other shoved the blade deep into his throat.
Gurgled screams came out of his mouth, and soon, he took his last breath.
With enough practice now, I stripped him of his valuables, which were just a pathetic 20 dollars.
Now, which way to go down?
Going down the stairs in front was riskier as the shutter door was too big, and I could easily be spotted leaving it. My best bet was the reception door.
I crouched and moved while hiding behind the railing. No need to announce to my dear hosts that I was on the first floor, even if there was no one to see me. Someone could still come suddenly and spot me.
I retraced my steps as I passed the various rooms.
The torture room’s door was ajar. Curious, I peeked inside.
I blinked and, with a blank face, closed the door immediately. Let’s not disturb the poor fellow tied to a chair with his guts spilling on the floor.
I went downstairs. There were no gangsters in the reception.
The door was open. I peeked outside. I couldn’t see anyone nearby, but there were torch flashes in the forest, the thugs looking for us.
Just as I had before entering the warehouse, I looked left and right. Seeing the coast clear, I bee-lined for the trees.
I was halfway done. I just had to make it to our ride safely.
Moving stealthily through the forest proved much harder due to the various obstacles, including sticks, dry leaves, and uneven ground. I was still at the novice stage, so it was kind of expected.
I moved as quietly as possible while evading or circling the thugs searching the forest, their flashlights illuminating the area.
But it was too hard to evade some of them easily, like the one in front of me.
He was too close for me to evade or circle. I inadvertently arrived near him while dodging another one.
He was looking in another direction, but got spooked when a twig cracked beneath my feet and turned to me—the worst cliché.
I had to hide behind a tree with my back to it to avoid being illuminated by the light.
I stayed put as I saw the beam getting closer. The beam moved as the thug moved the flashlight to look around.
I couldn’t see him, but from the beam shape, I roughly judged his distance from me.
When the beam was thin enough, I knew he was near the tree to my right.
I circled the tree counterclockwise with my back still touching it. Now, we were standing on opposite sides of the tree.
He moved forward, using the flashlight to illuminate the area.
“Better come out now, punk,” he called. “I promise I won’t kill you.”
Pinky promise?
“But if I find you,” he added, “I’ll make sure you die screaming.”
Sweet guy.
My heart leaped to my throat as he turned the flashlight to his left, illuminating the area in front of me.
Finding no one, he kept on moving with slow, measured steps.
I finally let out the breath I was unknowingly holding when the light beam left to illuminate another area.
I circled the tree counterclockwise again until I was behind him.
I slowly crept behind him as he moved cautiously. When the distance between us was enough, I impaled the knife to the side of his neck.
It wasn’t until it was too late that he realized what had happened. He tried to turn, stumbled, and dropped.
I calmed down my wildly beating heart as I wiped the blade on his clothes.
Almost there.
Finally, with many twists and turns, I arrived near the car where we had parked it.
It was a long night. My [Stealth (Novice)] skill was unlocked at the right time, as it made both infiltration and exfiltration relatively easier.
Of course, it was the [Martial Arts (Novice)] that paired with it, which helped me in the takedowns.
Missing even one would have increased the difficulty of the mission.
One slip-up and this entire gig would’ve ended with me in a body bag.
Now, I just needed to leave with my partner in crime and call it a night.
The only problem. Another thug had beaten me to the car. He immediately ran to it when he saw it. He shone the torch inside but, of course, found no one.
He likely believed he had found our ride back, which he had. His brows furrowed as he reached for his phone, no doubt to alert the rest.
Yeah, not happening.
He wasn’t packing heat, and we were far enough that no one would hear the scuffle. I was just about to move—
—When a black blur dropped from the trees.
It was our dear Black Cat.
She choked him with a wire. He tried to claw at the wire tightening around the front of his neck, but Felicia only pulled the wire with more strength, mercilessly.
Soon, the struggle stopped, and she removed the wire.
She spotted me walking towards her. The worry on her face melted and gave way to a brilliant smile.
“Took you long enough, rookie,” she said with her usual smug voice.
“There was too much traffic,” I answered with a smirk.
We laughed and entered the car. I started the engine. The revving of the engine brought a strange comfort as if it were congratulating me, telling me that the job was almost over.
We left the area as I drove down the road.
We sat in silence.
“Can your fence digest guns?” I asked suddenly while driving.
Felicia looked momentarily taken aback by the sudden question.
“No problem,” she answered after a moment.
I wordlessly passed the bag with the guns and magazines in it. It had three guns. I kept one Glock with me, along with a spare magazine, in case of an emergency.
She looked inside curiously, then gave me a dumbfounded expression after examining the contents.
“What’s with that look?” I grinned. “Aren’t these things worth good money? Moreover, the more guns I took from them, the less chance they had of using them against us.”
She chuckled. “Then do you expect a thank you?”
“I wouldn’t mind,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road.
Felicia leaned in, voice low and velvet-smooth. “Then I’ll show you just how grateful I am once we’re back.”
I smirked.
A great man once said, “Work Hard, Play Hard.”
I had finished the work; now it was time to play.
—
I sat on the couch of the safehouse we’d departed from earlier, lazing while Felicia vanished into the back with our loot.
The ride back was uneventful. No high-speed car chase by angry gangsters.
I had mixed feelings about that, as I was both relieved and disappointed.
I didn't get many chances to properly put my [Driving (Expert)] skill to use. I was kind of looking forward to the skill finally getting proper screen time.
Guess the gangsters never found us. Of course, that was good news for me. I didn’t want another gang after my life.
Still, the night had been productive as I made small gains.
Skills:
Stealth (Novice) (New)
Missions:
Vigilante (8/100) (+3)
Burglary (6/100) (+1)
The stealth skill was obviously the MVP in today’s job.
It helped me accomplish what I had only thought of doing once I reached the Apprentice stage in martial arts skill. And as a result, my Vigilante mission count finally went up again.
With the combination of both these skills, I could start the Vigilante mission in earnest, much earlier than when I expected.
Of course, my life was still my priority. I was not going to raid the gangster hideouts and rid the city of crime like a vigilante with a sob story high on painkillers.
I now had the capital to take more risks, but it would still be within my limits.
The burglary mission count increased by one, which felt insignificant considering the challenges I had to overcome for the job. That just showed how difficult it would be to complete this mission.
Even if I went around stealing from houses, it would take a long time to steal from 100 homes. If I stole from random civilians without restraint to quickly complete the mission, it would not take long for the cops to start sniffing, and that kind of attention I couldn’t afford right now.
However, it wasn't as if there was nothing I could do. I could steal from gang members’ houses, which, while more dangerous, would not paint a target behind my back for the feds to see and follow. It was not as if they could go to the police and file a complaint about how a thief stole the money they had earned “legally.”
Now, that would be interesting.
But it would paint a target on me for much more dangerous people. However, targeting gangsters from different, perhaps even rival gangs, could solve this issue.
Hmm, that might actually be a good idea to complete this mission quickly.
Good job, me.
“...”
Hold on. Wait a second.
Why the fuck was I getting smug thinking of stealing from not one but many gangsters?
Why the hell was I even thinking about it?
Damn it, Felicia.
She was a bad influence.
Maybe I should keep some distance from—
I saw Felicia enter the living room, and that thought halted in the middle.
She usually left her zipper teasingly low, just enough to flaunt her cleavage.
But now, her suit was unzipped down to her navel, exposing more than half her full breasts — the faint shadow of nipples teasing through the tight latex.
She had a seductive smile as she came towards me. Every step she took dripped seduction. Her hips swayed with each step. Her gaze had a magnetic pull in it.
She stood in front of me. One of her hands was lightly resting above her breast. She was lightly biting the index finger of the other.
“Did you wait for long, rookie?” Felicia asked with a seductive, smug smile.
How could I even think about keeping my distance from this vixen?
But it was a fact that she was a bad influence on me.
That meant it was time to finally punish her for being a bad kitty.
[R-18 Start]
I grabbed her hand and yanked her roughly into my arms.
“Ahh,” she let out a startled gasp. But soon resumed her smug expression.
She straddled me, her hands on my shoulder. Our bodies pressed against each other, her bountiful breasts crushing against my chest. My hands were on her hips. She looked deep into my eyes while maintaining that same infuriating smug smile.
“You know, you are a bad influence on me,” I said seriously. My hands grabbed and mashed Felicia’s soft and supple booty.
“Mmm~ ahh…,” a sweet moan escaped her lips.
“Then why don’t you punish me for being a naughty kitty?” She purred. Her hot breath brushed my cheek.
“I plan to do so,” I declared and kissed her hard.
She matched my intensity as our tongues battled for domination.
This was different from the previous time. No teasing. No coy games. Just hunger.
She started grinding her pussy against my rock-hard cock. If not for the two layers of clothes, she would have already started riding me.
I felt her erect nipples stabbing into my chest as she rubbed her body against me.
“Mmm”
With the triple stimulation of her nipples, vagina, and butt, she started moaning with the kiss.
The battle continued for minutes. None of us was willing to back down from this battle of domination.
But soon, Felicia started struggling. The pleasure started overwhelming her. But that didn’t stop her from rubbing and grinding against me. Instead, she increased the intensity.
More. She wanted more.
Yes, my dear kitten. Give in to the pleasure. Let it break you down.
You crave a master — someone to tame the wild inside you.
And I am that master.
Soon, you’ll accept it.
You’ll become a perfect predator… but one bound by my leash, loyal only to me.
Her struggles continuously weakened until she had no choice but to be entirely dominated by me.
Her body shook furiously from the orgasm that hit her like a tide.
We broke the kiss, and she started panting. She was wet with sweat and looking absolutely wrecked, but that made her more seductive than ever.
I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off me. She let out a soft gasp, her brows briefly furrowing in confusion—until understanding lit up her eyes.
I pushed her off my lap and onto her knees before me. She didn’t resist. Of course, she didn’t. She looked up with a wicked smile, her tongue brushing across her lips like a cat ready to play.
“So this is what you want?” she purred. “Me, on my knees. Obedient. Ready to serve my master’s every whim?”
She may have lost the battle earlier, but the fire was still burning brightly in her eyes. She was not one to accept defeat after just one loss.
But that was better. I had already planned to grind every ounce of defiance out of her. And I was certain she also liked the process.
“Exactly,” I smirked. “That’s where a disobedient kitten belongs.”
I leaned down and roughly opened her suit to free those pair of funbags. They jiggled in delight as they were set free from their confinement. They were big, at least DDD.
“Oh, then, how do you desire for me to serve you?” Her words sounded subservient, but her tone and the challenging look on her face were anything but that.
It will be fun to break her.
“There are many ways for you to serve me,” I answered. “First of all, let’s see if your tits are good for something more than teasing.”
She merely smirked, hearing that. She quickly opened my pants and pulled out my raging boner, my six-inch-long cock.
Her hand felt good as she stroked my cock. Her other hand went to fondle my balls. And now, it was my turn to feel the pleasure.
Her hands masturbated my cock for a minute, then she leaned in and dripped her saliva on the cock head. Then, with both hands, as if lubricating it, she spread it all over my cock, while occasionally dripping more.
After enough lubrication, she removed her hands from my cock. She then finally enveloped it within her breasts.
They felt soft like marshmallows.
She pressed her boobs from the outside and started rubbing them over my cock. It felt completely different before.
I enjoyed the softness as it rubbed my cock for a few minutes. Due to our earlier grinding, I was now already ready to cum.
Felicia read my face and thought it was time to go on the offensive. She licked the underside of the head sticking out of her breasts, and I felt a slight shiver.
She started it earnestly, and soon, she took it into her mouth. Now, her boobs were massaging the length, and her mouth was sucking the head.
I was about to come, and I didn’t bother informing her. Instead, I grabbed her head and held it in place so that she couldn’t take out my cock.
She smirked at my rough behaviour, but never stopped once.
I came hard. Half of the load I deposited in her mouth, and for the rest, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and painted her face and breasts.
She opened her mouth to show me my seed inside it—her expression was a strange mix of both defiance and asking for praise.
I suddenly thought of a fun idea and took out my phone from my pocket. Opening the camera, I moved it towards her.
Her face showed a faint smile as she, instead of even showing a bit of resistance, showed the V sign with her right hand.
There was no way I was going to let go of the chance, and I clicked the photo.
“Good girl,” I gave her the praise she secretly desired.
She tried to hide it, but I saw the slight happiness that crept on her face hearing my praise.
“Now, swallow it,” I ordered.
Without hesitation, she closed her mouth and heard a gulping sound. She opened her mouth again to show it devoid of my seed.
And I clicked another photo.
As if on cue, she closed her mouth after I clicked her second photo.
She gave me a seductive smile as she scooped up some of the cum on her breasts with her hand and brought it to her mouth. She started licking her hand sensually, but her eyes stayed on me.
And with the third photo, I was already recharged watching her actions. I threw the photo aside on the couch.
“Your tits were barely sufficient; now it is finally time to put your snarky mouth to good use,” I declared.
Without giving her a chance to respond, I roughly shoved my cock in her mouth.
She started slobbering on my cock. Her one hand held the rest of the length, and the other massaged my balls.
“And you better mind your teeth, kitten, if you don’t want to be punished,” I added.
She couldn’t speak with her mouth, but her eyes told that she smirked.
She kept on licking and sucking my cock as she slowly took more and more of it in her mouth. This time, I allowed her to go at her own pace.
I leaned back and enjoyed the first blowjob in both my lives.
Who knew that the first blowjob I would get would be from an iconic Marvel character?
Life has strange ways of playing with people.
The sloppy blowjob continued, and she finally choked because, like a greedy cat, she took in more than she could handle.
It might be her pride, but she didn’t take out my cock of her mouth.
Her face was already a mess with tears running down her cheeks. But she didn’t stop once.
I noticed one of her hands was missing, and the next moment I found it.
Her zip was down to the bottom, and she was fiercely fingering herself while sucking my cock like her favourite lollipop.
I was about to come again and decided to reward the kitty for her dedication.
I grabbed her head and shoved my entire cock inside her mouth. At the same time, she orgasmed again. I didn’t know whether it was because of her fingers or I was fucking her face.
I deposited the entire second load in her mouth and pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop.
“Clean it,” I ordered.
Her eyes looked out of focus, and without a word, she started licking it. She cleaned it quickly by licking every nook and cranny.
With a satisfied face, I got up and pulled up my pants.
[R-18 End]
“That was great, kitty, let’s do it again sometime,” I said, and left the safehouse.
She was still on the floor, still not out of her delirium, aching for more.
I knew I could have taken her right there, and she would have happily bounced on my cock.
However, it was not yet the time.
But soon, it will be.
