24 Ride the Wave

— Carol Dallon (Brandish) —

"That… that bastard, the unfaithful piece of shit," Sarah started ranting as Carol sat in Prophet's office, the information broker calmly waiting for her to run out of fuel and stop ranting as Sarah paced around the expensive office.

Her confrontation with Amy was stuck in the forefront of her mind, well aware that if Amy decided to spill the beans it would destroy New Wave completely.

"Look at the date on that one, the stupid bastard couldn't even wait six months after our wedding before he got into some stupid fangirl's pants!" Sarah half-shouted, the files Jin had gathered in her hands damning evidence of her husband's infidelity.

It wasn't like her kind, loving, sister to be so angry, which only reminded her of how fucked she'd be if Amy told anyone.

"I'm sorry it ended up like this, I was half hoping to prove that the rumours were false but…" Jin trailed off with a small frown on his fairly handsome face.

The fact that he was willing to unmask for them made her trust him more, even if he said he did it because of Vicky.

"It's fine, Jin. You did exactly what I asked you to, it's not your fault my complete bastard of a husband can't keep it in his pants," Sarah said with a deep sigh, collapsing into one of the chairs in front of Jin's desk as Jin stood up and poured a glass of expensive brandy, Sarah's favourite brandy in fact.

It was little things like that which made her paranoid when it came to Thinkers, the subtle display of power, the insinuation that they knew everything about you, but if Sarah was worried about his obvious knowledge of her she didn't show it, quickly downing the glass and accepting the second glass Jin had already poured her.

"Thanks, Jin," Sarah said with a frown. "I can't even divorce the dick, not without confirming all the rumours, I'll need to work out what the hell I'm going to do about him," Sarah groaned before she paused and gave Jin a look. "I don't suppose you could give me another massage, would you? I could really use some stress relief, you can add it onto my tab."

"Of course, in fact, why don't you head to the massage room? I have something I need to discuss with Carol first anyway," Jin said with a small smile, making her smile as she stood up.

"You're a lifesaver, Jin," Sarah said as she hugged him, kissing him on the cheek.

"I try," Jin replied easily, watching Sarah leave the room before he turned to her, staring her down as he took a sip of his own drink. "I find myself at something of an impasse," Jin started as she blinked.

"Is this about Amy?" Carol asked, making him chuckle.

"No, this is about you," Jin said, making her blink before she paled. "You and Neil, to be exact."

"O-oh," Carol said, feeling incredibly small as Jin stared at her knowingly.

"On one hand, the right thing to do is to tell Sarah that her husband had an affair with her sister, to tell Vicky that Neil is her father, and as a hero, I try and do the right thing as often as I can," Jin said, watching her turn an unhealthy shade of white.

"I-" Carol started, before trailing off. What could she say?

"But that would hurt Vicky, Sarah, and destroy New Wave entirely," Jin continued, making her look at him hopefully.

"You- you won't tell them?" Carol asked, making him chuckle.

"I won't, but that's not entirely fair is it?" Jin asked as he walked over to her. "Stand up."

Unwilling to argue with him, she rose to her feet quickly.

"I can make all this go away, the rumours and the evidence," Jin started, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up into his eyes. "I can even deal with Midas, I have something he values more than hurting New Wave, so I can get him to agree to stop stirring up trouble."

"But?" Carol asked, making him chuckle again.

"But then you get away with it, don't you? You've been a bad girl and if I keep your secret, you get away with it despite your years of hypocrisy. So I will keep your secret, but I'll punish you myself. Simply put, you work for me now," Jin said, making her eyes widen as she went to argue before she went quiet again. "Nothing to say?"

"What do you mean, I work for you?" Carol asked, making him smile. "And how are you going to punish me?"

Being called a bad girl by someone younger than her annoyed her, but what could she even do? Argue and have him decide to do what would be the right thing in every other scenario?

"I mean exactly that, you work for me. If I tell you to do something, I expect you to be a good girl and do it," Jin started, making her glare at him. "It won't be that bad, you'll get free power upgrades out of it for you and the rest of New Wave. I have the best intentions for New Wave. I'm going to turn your PR problem around and make you guys the ideal for independents, your family won't suffer for your crimes."

"I- I don't exactly have a choice, do I?" Carol asked with a glare, making him smile. She had no idea what to think about him, he was blackmailing her, claiming he'd punish her, all while saying he'd help her family?

"I just upgraded your power, you'll be able to see, hear and control your movement while in your breaker form now," Jin said, instead of answering as her eyes widened in shock and some disguised hope. "But no, you don't. You'll be doing a photoshoot like Vicky, Crystal and Sarah soon. You don't mind, do you?" Jin asked, making her scowl even as she shook her head.

"No, I can do that," Carol agreed, making him smirk. A photoshoot was easily enough done, and despite her doubts they'd been incredibly successful so far.

"Good girl, when you get home I want you to look through your clothes and choose the ones you believe are sexiest, then you'll change into them and send me pictures of you wearing them, is that clear?" Jin ordered, making her pause as she looked up at him with a glare. That was less easily done.

"You pervert…" Carol growled, making him laugh quietly.

"Now, now… if it was just for my pleasure, I could have you put on a show for me right here, couldn't I?" Jin asked, making her pause.

If he told her to strip, would she do it?

Yes, yes she would. She'd do a lot to stop people from finding out about her affair, and Vicky's true father. She didn't even want to think about what the revelation would do to Mark.

"And you'll make the rumours go away if I play along?" Carol asked after a moment, making him nod.

"I will," Jin agreed. "Now, Sarah is waiting for me and you have some work to do, off you go."

Being ordered around stung her pride, but she'd have to get used to it. Her mistake had come back to haunt her and all she could do was try and limit the damage.

"I'll send the pictures later today," Carol promised, forcing down her pride as she glowered at him.

"Good girl."

— Sarah Pelham (Lady Photon) —

As Jin entered the room, she smiled at him as she saw him pause mid-step, his eyes roaming over her utterly naked body as she sat on the edge of the massage bed, her legs spread wide to give him a clear view of her slightly glistening lower folds.

"Someone is eager," Jin said with a lazy smile, making her giggle as she hopped off the bed and walked towards him, stopping in front of him.

"I was hoping to experience the full massage this time, what was it Crystal said? Oh yes. A deep tissue massage," Sarah said, pressing her body against Jin's as he raised an eyebrow, feeling her modest breasts pressing against his chest.

"Well, I'd be happy to do that but…" Jin started, before pausing as he placed a hand on her cheek gently. "Are you sure? I don't want you to rush into a decision like this and regret it later," Jin said, glancing at the empty glass as she smiled kindly.

"I'm sure, I'm not that much of a lightweight, and I want this. I felt guilty before because I couldn't stop thinking about how good your hands felt on my body, I even touched myself thinking about you… but if Neil isn't going to be faithful, why should I?" Sarah asked as she reached down and groped his crotch through his trousers. "Let me be clear, so there's no misunderstandings at all. I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me, to make me your 'super-slut' as Crystal so lewdly put it."

"Well, with such a passionate request how could I say no?" Jin asked, smirking as she reached up and slowly undid his shirt, revealing a muscular chest, before giving him a smirk and dropping to her knees.

"You've helped me a lot, so let me start to return the favour," Sarah said as she undid his belt, pulling his trousers down and smiling as his hard cock popped free of his tight boxers, slapping against her face. "It looks like you have some tension as well, I don't have your magic hands but I'm sure I can help you out."

Grasping his length with her slender fingers, she slowly started to stroke him before she leaned forwards and placed a soft kiss on the tip, then started to kiss and lick her way down to the base of his shaft, her other hand fondling his balls.

Hearing him groan in pleasure, she smiled up at him as she moved back up and parted her lips, taking the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth and starting to move her tongue, determined to give him as much pleasure as possible. She owed him that much.

— Jin Yukimura —

Leaning against the massage bed, I reach down and grab Sarah's blonde locks, guiding her further down my shaft.

I finished the Mad Scientist quest with all my Tinkering and then another Cult Leader quest, simply by being myself which is a rather telling thing, and I got a new power out of it.

Mad Scientist

[The Science of Slavery]

You've learnt how to make all manner of equipment to help ensure your less willing subordinates remain obedient, including slave collars and implants.

Cult Leader

[The Debt must be Paid] - Master

When people believe they owe you, they will become increasingly determined to pay you back in whatever way they can. The deeper they believe the debt to be, the more they are willing to do to return the favour.

Sarah feels like she owes me a lot, so much in fact that I could probably get her to do just about anything for me, and she'd think it was her idea.

I have some ideas for the Mad Scientist one, but that's for later, right now I have a sexy heroine to focus on.

— Sarah Pelham (Lady Photon) —

Taking him deeper into her mouth, she maintained eye contact with Jin as the head of his cock pushed past her uvula and into her throat, a good portion of his length following suit.

She hadn't done this in ages, but sucking a dick was like riding a bike, and she'd been told she gave amazing head before.

She'd never admit it, but she was even more of a party girl than Crystal in college, so this position, (on her knees happily giving a blowjob), was downright nostalgic.

It sucked to be Neil, because he'd never see her like this again. She couldn't divorce him any time soon, but she'd be having words with him when she got back.

She could taste the familiar salty flavour of his precum on her tongue as she bobbed her head, sucking and lapping at the dick in her mouth, before bringing it back into her throat and repeatedly swallowing, so as to make her oesophagus convulse and writhe around his cock.

"Fuck, Sarah…" Jin groaned, making her attempt to smile proudly around the dick that still rested in her spasming throat. She still had it.

Closing her eyes she drew back, before rapidly facefucking herself on his length, the head of his cock ramming into the back of her mouth and throat, causing her to choke and drool. Luckily, it wasn't like she had to worry about looking professional, they were a little bit past that point.

She could feel him tensing in preparation, but she kept obediently sucking as twitches were replaced by grunts, his cum shooting down her gullet with surprising force.

Waiting for it to stop, she happily swallowed his entire load with little trouble, smirking up at him as she finally pulled back, his cock released from her lips with a satisfying pop.

"Damn, and I thought Crystal was good," Jin groaned, making her giggle slightly. It was good to know she still had it, and if Crystal ever found out about this she'd have something to tease her about.

Standing up, she yelped in surprise as Jin suddenly moved forwards, grabbing her and pulling her towards him then bending her over the massage bed as she grinned, seeing him still hard and ready as she spread her legs for him, feeling his hand move between her legs, a thick finger pushing between her folds.

"Someone is excited," Jin teased, feeling the wetness coming from her tight slit.

"It's been a while, and I think you'll be better than Neil," Sarah said, voice breathy as she bit her lip. He moved forwards and pressed the lubricated tip of his cock against her wet pussy, gripping her hips. "Go on, fuck me. Pump my married pussy full of your cum, send me home with your seed leaking down my thigh," Sarah said lewdly, moaning as he tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her back, impaling her on his shaft.

And there it was, after over a decade of being the faithful wife, she was suddenly full of another man's cock.

And it felt so damn good, Neil could go fuck himself. She certainly wasn't going to do it.

— Later —

"So they're telling the truth?" Crystal asked, making her nod seriously. "And you want me to play nice with dad, even with him cheating on you? Seriously?"

"I want you to play nice, in public. I'm not asking you to forgive him, I certainly haven't. He'll be sleeping in the guest room from now on, and the only reason I'm not divorcing him is that we can't take the bad PR right now," Sarah said calmly, making Crystal scowl.

"And why the hell are you so calm about this?" Crystal asked, before pausing. "Actually, you seem way too relaxed… no way~ you got even, didn't you?" Crystal asked, her scowl growing into a sly smirk.

"I don't kiss and tell, but Jin has helped me work off a lot of the stress your idiot father caused, and I helped work off some of his stress, that's all," Sarah replied, her lips twitching slightly as Crystal giggled. It felt silly to brag about her conquests with her own daughter, but she wanted to tell someone.

"You go, mom. Maybe you should record it and make dad watch. Huh, so Jin's now banged three out of five female members of New Wave? Wanna place bets on how long it takes him to complete the set?" Crystal asked, making her roll her eyes.

Crystal has always been a momma's girl, and frankly, Neil wasn't the most attentive father, or the most attentive husband. He liked the thrill of being a hero, far more than he liked the responsibility of family life.

"Must you be so crass? And I highly doubt that will happen, Amy has a boyfriend now and Carol is… well, Carol," Sarah said with a chuckle.

"True, those two are way too serious for that," Crystal said with a playful shrug. "Guess my plans for a New Wave sixsome have gone down in flames before they could even start."

— Amy Dallon (Panacea) —

Pinned under Midas, she moaned lewdly as he thrust his hips forwards and sheathed himself inside her, the all too familiar fullness making her smile as she kissed him.

— Carol Dallon (Brandish) —

Glaring at her phone, she forced down her anger as she moved to her underwear drawer.

She'd already sent him dozens of pictures of her in different outfits, but he wasn't satisfied yet.

'Move on to your underwear now, I need to know if you have sexy underwear or if I need to buy you some.'

The nerve of this man.

Still, she knew she didn't really have a choice thanks to her current predicament as she removed the slim black dress she was wearing and her plain white underwear, picking out an incredibly lacy red pair, briefly feeling a sting of pain.

She bought this set to try and lit a spark of passion in Mark again, but that was a waste of time, and now as she took a picture of it, it was for her daughter's boyfriend's viewing pleasure.

Moving on to a few different sets of underwear, he picked out the ones for her to wear on her photoshoot, and for a moment she thought it was over.

'Now remove your bra.'

Scowling again, she glared at the phone.

'Why? What's that going to show?'

'That you will do as you're told, Carol. I thought I was clear about the power balance between us. Be a good girl and remove your bra.'

This piece of shit…

Reaching back she unclipped her bra reluctantly and turned to face the mirror again, snapping a picture and sending it off.

How the hell did she end up in this position?

'I can see where Vicky gets it, remove your panties and we'll call it a day.'

Openly growling, she gripped her panties and pushed them down, taking the final photo, her anger clear in the picture, she sent them to her blackmailer.

She couldn't do anything about his power over her, but also… her power upgrade was a godsend.

Not many knew that she was claustrophobic, and her power used to leave her unable to see, trapped in a dark, tight space. A cruel twist of fate, which Prophet conveniently fixed for her.

She had no doubt he knew her power triggered her claustrophobia, of course he did. It made the modification so much more meaningful.

She couldn't help but be grateful, even as she sent him a picture of her naked body, that he'd probably touch himself to.

Maybe he'd even decide to skip the games and take her directly, and she'd have no real choice but to let him.

'How is this punishment?'

'Are you saying you don't feel degraded, powerless? Don't worry, we'll talk more about how I'm going to punish you after your photoshoot, this is just the start.'

Prophet managed to simultaneously make her grateful for all the help he was giving her and New Wave, while also making her hate him for taking advantage of his power over her.

'Fine, enjoy touching yourself to my pictures you degenerate.'

She shouldn't have said that, but her pride was too stung to focus.

'Why would I touch myself? Vicky is always happy to give me a helping hand, or mouth, or whatever else I want.'

And then there was that, his relationship with Vicky. She couldn't try and split them up, and Vicky wouldn't listen to her anyway.

'But since you seem so happy, why don't you go and take a bath, take your phone with you. I'd like some pictures of you nice and wet, you don't mind do you?'

Taunting him was definitely the wrong decision.

She forced down her response and didn't reply as she sighed and went to the bathroom, running herself a bath and lowering into it.

Taking a picture of herself laying in the bath, her breasts above the water glistening as she glared at the camera, she reluctantly sent it to Jin.

God help her if these pictures ever got leaked. She quickly deleted them from her own phone, not wanting a repeat of Vicky's mistakes.

'Good girl, you can listen. You look good, but I imagine you'll look even better in person. I'll tell you when it's time for the photoshoot.'

She despised the fact that she had to do what he told her to, but she appreciated everything he did. It was an unpleasant position to be in, even ignoring that she was sending nice pictures of herself to her daughter's older lover.

Jin was a piece of shit, and one she owed entirely too much too even without the blackmail hanging over her head.

— Aisha Laborn —

"I've finished my chores, sir," Aisha said as she stood in front of Midas's desk, making the handsome older man give her a small smile as he stood up and walked around it towards her, placing a hand on her head and gently stroking her hair.

"In record time no less, you've been doing well lately, Aisha," Midas said with a small smile.

"Well, you've been really good to me… for someone who kidnapped me, life here is way better than it was back home, so I wanted to thank you," Aisha said with a smile, looking up at him before she smirked and pushed her body against his. "In any way I can…"

She knew he'd brush her advances off, he always did, but she enjoyed it all the same.

"Oh really?" Midas asked, returning her smirk as he moved his hand down from her head and wrapped it around her waist, making her eyes widen in shock.

This was new but she wasn't the type to back down even when she absolutely should.

"Yes, sir… is there anything else I can help you with? Maybe you could use some company to keep you… entertained while you work?" Aisha asked, pushing her small budding breasts against him as she felt his hand wander lower, gently squeezing her butt over her maid uniform dress before he let go and backed up making her pout.

"Perhaps later, but there are a couple of things I'd like to discuss with you first," Midas said easily as she pouted up at him, watching him sit down on the couch of his office.

Ignoring the seat next to him, she decided to get back at him for teasing her as she moved and sat down, directly in his lap, facing him as she straddled him.

"And what would that be, sir?" Aisha asked, making him chuckle even as she deliberately ground herself against him. She didn't like being told no, and she hated losing even more.

This was a game now, if he gave in and took her, she won.

"How would you like to be a Cape?" Midas asked, making her freeze in place as she stared at him in shock, trying to work out if he was serious. "It wouldn't be a strong power, not yet anyway but I can grant you a low-level brute and mover rating, and White Rabbit has offered to take you under her wing."

"Are you being serious?" Aisha asked, making him nod easily with a smile.

"I reward good behaviour, you've been a good girl and good girls get gifts," Midas answered, her mind racing.

"What's the catch?" Aisha asked, making him smirk.

"The catch is simple, once I grant you power, you are mine, forever. You're here to keep your brother in line, but if I give you power, make you a cape… I'll never let you go," Midas said seriously, making her scoff.

"That's all? Who says I want you to let me go? You're stuck with me now," Aisha said with a smirk.

What did she have to go back to? A drugged-up mom, an absent dad and a brother who couldn't decide whether he wanted to hover over her or disappear for weeks. Fuck going back, Brian was the one she really still cared about and he worked for Midas.

He'd just have to accept that she wasn't going to play schoolgirl while he went and did his cape shit, while badly pretending he wasn't a cape.

Plus, her dad would be better off without her and her mother… well, she was still hoping to get her kidnapped by Midas.

"Is that so?" Midas asked, giving her a smirk. "Well, I can live with that. We can work on giving you your power later, but secondly…" Midas said, his hands gripping her ass again as he stood up, lifting her with him before he placed her down. "Follow me."

Without waiting for a response, he started walking as she quickly followed behind him, taking the familiar path towards the prisons, to her old 'room'.

With Sherrel practically living in the garage and her being promoted from prisoner to maid, they were basically empty (except the isolation room and she didn't even ask who was locked up in there), but as they walked into the prison her eyes widened, spotting a familiar woman sitting on her old bed.

"She took a surprisingly long time to track down, she wasn't smart enough to go to one of the clinics and with her dealers driven out of town, she was deep in withdrawal syndrome when my men found her," Midas explained easily.

"A-Aisha? What are you- where am I?" Celia asked, standing up from the bed as she looked over at them.

"Hello, Mrs Laborn. I am King Midas, a supervillain if you've been too high to notice what's happening around the city. You are currently in my lair, on account of the fact that I had you kidnapped, and that clearness of mind is because I've had the drugs in your system flushed. Welcome back to sobriety," Midas said, his posh tone almost mocking as she snorted.

"I know who you are, you're the one who beat the Merchants… why am I here? Why is Aisha here?" Celia asked quickly, looking between them.

"Aisha is here as leverage to keep Brian obedient, he works for me and he started to have second thoughts about this whole villainy thing, which frankly isn't an option for him. You're here because Aisha asked me to have you grabbed," Midas answered, making Celia look at her.

"I figured you'd do something stupid with your dealers gone," Aisha admitted, watching Celia pale slightly.

"Considering the state she was found in, you were right to worry," Midas said bluntly, making her scoff.

"W-what is going to happen to me?" Celia asked, making Midas smirk again.

"Frankly, I don't care about you. You could serve as additional leverage against Brian but he's been behaving since I had Aisha grabbed, so I've decided to leave your fate in Aisha's hands as a reward for her good work," Midas said, making her turn to him. "With your future role, I thought she could take over doing your chores, and as something of a test, that I'd put her under your control."

"What do you mean, my control?" Aisha asked, watching as he pulled out a slim metal collar and passed it to her.

"This is a Tinkertech slave collar, it doesn't master the wearer at all but it helps ensure their obedience in other ways," Midas said, passing it over to her. "I have two choices for you, firstly we could leave her here, she'd be safe and secure locked away down here, and we can just forget she's even here… or she can work directly under you. Your first minion, so to speak. She'll be expected to perform certain chores, and her failures will reflect upon you. If you prove yourself capable of handling a subordinate, I'll consider granting you a small gang to assist in your own endeavours."

"Wait, you want me to become a gang leader?" Aisha asked, her eyes wide as he smirked.

"Under me, of course, but yes. You have immense potential, Aisha, and it has been utterly wasted. The choice is yours, we can continue as things have been if you've grown attached to your maid outfit," Midas teased as she gave him a dirty look for a moment, before she felt her lips curve into a grin.

Aisha Laborn, badass cape gang boss. It sounded damn good.

"You know I'm always happy to be under you, boss. What do I have to do?" Aisha asked, watching as Midas gestured at the cell door and it opened.

"Place the collar around her neck," Midas commanded. "Celia, step out of the cell."

"A-Aisha, please-" Celia started, before she went quiet at a look from Midas, stepping forwards on shaky legs as she stared at them.

Her mother was pretty tall, making reaching her neck somewhat difficult, but Midas thought of that.

"Celia, kneel."

Unwilling to argue against the supervillain, her mother dropped to her knees in front of them, watching in worry as Aisha walked forwards, the open collar in her hand.

"I-I'm your mother…"

"Funny, I've thought something similar before, 'But I'm your daughter' then you sold my body to get high," Aisha whispered back, her tone glacial. Celia flinched back as Aisha placed the collar around her neck and watched it seal shut.

"That won't happen ever again, her life is in your hands now, Aisha. You hold the power over her," Midas said, his hands resting on her shoulders reassuringly. "Follow me, both of you."

Once again not waiting for them to answer, Midas set off into the base again, making her quickly follow behind, glaring at Celia as she made sure her junkie mom was following behind.

Heading back towards the living quarters area, Midas went through a door she was fairly certain wasn't there before, making her pause as she stepped into what looked like a very fancy apartment.

If it wasn't for the lack of windows, you wouldn't be able to tell it was underground at all, looking around the living room with the expensive looking couch and massive tv and sound system.

It wasn't until she spotted her console sitting in the entertainment unit that she realised this was for her.

"I thought you'd like to have an actual house instead of just a singular room, now that there are two of you," Midas explained as he showed them to the bedrooms.

One had a massive king-sized bed, lavishly decorated and incredibly comfy, while the other was incredibly plain with a simple single bed.

"It's up to you to decide if and when Celia has earnt more comforts, there's a computer in your bedroom where you can order new furniture," Midas explained, making her smile. "As for what she'll wear, I've had a few different uniforms arranged for her, but it's up to you which she is to wear."

As he said that, he gestured to the wardrobe making her move over to it.

Some of the outfits were very professional, ranging from a bigger version of her prudish maid uniform to jumpsuits like the other minions, but she saw one that made her immediately grab it, a smirk growing on her lips.

"This one. Here minion, put it on." Aisha tossed the outfit towards her mother, making the older woman's eyes widen as she looked down at it. "Now."

"Here, the remote for her collar, only you can use it," Midas said, passing her a small remote. "Her collar is set to limit her movements to the base, but I doubt I need to tell you what the big button does."

Immediately pressing it, Celia let out a shriek of pain as electricity coursed through her body, making Aisha's eyes widen.

"I believe Aisha told you to get changed, Celia. That was the weakest setting, would you like to experience the higher intensity?"

"I-okay, I'll do it!" Celia whimpered as she quickly removed her t-shirt and bra, ignoring the audience as Aisha saw Midas's eyes briefly glance at her mother's fairly small breasts.

She'd unfortunately inherited her mother's more slim form.

Her jeans and panties went next as Celia stripped, making a strange feeling fill her chest. Her mother was obeying her. She really did hold power over her.

Celia quickly put on the black bra with white frills, and the matching tiny maid apron, barely reaching her mid-thighs as she looked at them awkwardly, the apron barely long enough to cover her naked pussy or ass.

"Excellent choice, my dear," Midas said, patting her on the head gently. "Celia, why don't you spend some time growing accustomed to your new life, we have something else to do now."

"I- yes, sir."

"Good girl," Midas said, making Celia flinch as he turned and walked out of the room. "Aisha, there are some exercise clothes in your room, in the top drawer on the left as you enter. Go and get changed, so we can get you powered up."

Needing no further incentive, she rushed into her room and practically ripped her maid uniform off, finding some tight yoga pants and sports bra waiting for her.

It wasn't until she'd already finished stripping that she noticed Midas stood at the door, watching her with a smirk.

Not backing down, she made sure to bend over and stick her amazing ass out towards him (she wasn't biased, promise) as she pulled the skin-tight yoga pants up, making him chuckle.

Turning towards him before she put the bra on, she made sure he got a good look at her small chocolate breasts.

Her ass was her best feature, but that didn't mean she didn't have anything going on up top.

"So, what now boss man, or did you just want a show?" Aisha asked as she walked up to him, making him chuckle.

"Aisha, if I wanted a show I'd just tell you to strip, maybe put on a little dance as well, the show was an added benefit." The admission made her grin, she was making progress. "No, now we move to the gym and I put my Trump power to work."

Heading to the gym, she noticed a selection of minions already there, including that cheating bastard Bob, all working out under the instruction of… Midas?

Wait, didn't they walk past Bob on the way here?

"Don't think about it too hard, my dear. I have two bodies now. Just don't worry too much about it. You'll be receiving a rather more focused tutoring. I want to see if it alters the effectiveness of my power. Firstly, let's see what your current limits are."

Midas was obviously treating this as an experiment, measuring her top speed on the treadmill, how much she could lift, how hard she could punch before they started working out properly.

If Midas was a little too hands on as he guided her, she didn't mention it as she felt his hand enjoy a quick squeeze of her backside while correcting her posture,

She doubted that this was even doing anything at first, but as the weights in her hands started to feel lighter and lighter, her eyes widened. Hours passed and she realised that she wasn't getting tired.

The treadmill adapted with her speed, and it wasn't until she spotted the display that she even realised how fast she was moving.

She was running at a stable 60 kilometres per hour, without really straining herself. She was a Cape, and as she started to push herself… it felt so fucking good.

"Interesting, you've all been raised to the same level regardless of your starting point, equally interesting is the fact that you gained the same boost that all the minions did, even though I was training twenty of them at the same time," Midas said, mostly to himself as he looked over the data.

He was totally experimenting on her, but she didn't give a singular shit.

"Now, the next test," Midas said, placing his hand on her cheek as he smirked. "I can upgrade the powers that I grant. How intriguing, a boost to your reaction times should be an adequate start," Midas said, and she felt something change in her.

Moving his hand away from her, her eyes widened as she saw his other fist lash out towards her face, dodging to the side as he jabbed at her.

"…could you really not think of a better way to test that?" Aisha asked, making him chuckle.

"I couldn't think of a faster way, at any rate," Midas shrugged, even as she grinned.

She was a fucking Cape, she had powers.

"Now you just need to learn how to fight, and you'll be ready to start your apprenticeship in villainy," Midas teased.

"Hey, I know how to fight!" Aisha argued, making him smile.

"You know how to throw a punch, but I expect better than that. Thankfully, someone has volunteered to mentor you," Midas said, making her eyebrows rise before her eyes shot open, spotting Bob standing next to Midas. "Bob, I expect you to bring her up to standards."

"Will do, boss," Bob said as he turned to her, making her pale as she saw the look in his eyes. "Get ready, girly. This is gonna hurt."

"Pft, I'm a cape now, I'll be fine."

— Later —

Collapsing into her bed, she audibly groaned as her every muscle ached. She'd had sore muscles in places didn't even know she had.

Bob was, and always would be, a bastard. He definitely enjoyed tossing her around like a rag doll, and having two bodies was just cheating.

She was diverted from mentally cursing her new instructor by the fact that her mother had actually made her a meal.

It wasn't until nearly ten minutes after she collapsed that she noticed the note from Midas on the bedside table.

'One final thing, my dear. The next time you decide to tease me, I'll be taking you up on your offer, so I suggest you think carefully about what you want because once you take that final step, there's no backing out.'

Heh, she'd totally won. He should know by now, she didn't back down.

Besides, why would she want to? He'd given her so much and asked for so little.

— Jin Yukimura —

Having two bodies opens up so many potential schemes. I've already sent my second body to play Prophet in his club but that's thinking too small.

When I was messing with the merchants, I played the part of a serial killer and then I stopped using it after I succeeded in wiping out the Merchants.

But why stop there when I have a persona that I can use to… remove problematic pieces from the board that is Brockton Bay.

So, with that in mind, I've picked my next class to prepare for that.

[The Assassin]

The Assassin is a combat/stealth-based start, granting you a random Stranger power, a random Blaster power and an Assassin perk.

[Presence Concealment] - Stranger

You have gained the ability to erase your presence, becoming invisible and nearly undetectable to most means, human or cape.

[Pew Pew Noises Sold Separately] - Blaster

You have gained the dream power of many young children, the power of finger guns. Far more serious than it sounds, you can fire near-invisible bolts of energy from your fingers, capable of ripping through flesh with ease.

[Strike Unseen] - Perk

When attacking an unaware target, your first attack deals more damage and bypasses most resistances.

I will not be making pew pew noises …out loud.

— Bonus Scene — Manami Aiba —

Sitting at her computer as usual, she paused her argument with Void as she spotted a new pm.

She could go back to pointing out the hundreds of flaws in Void's argument that King Midas was a Master later.

Opening up her PMs, she froze as she spotted the name at the top of it.

TheGoldenKing: I see you're hard at work as always, I truly appreciate all the work you've done.

Fingers trembling, she quickly typed out a response, going over it to make sure she didn't make any mistakes.

LaBrava: It's nothing compared to the work you've done for Brockton Bay! I couldn't just sit aside and watch people slander you.

TheGoldenKing: And I'm incredibly grateful, I do spend too much time arguing with a certain neanderthal online as it is. That said, I'm afraid I have to confess something you might be unhappy about.

TheGoldenKing: I was curious about just who was spending so much time supporting me, and I let my curiosity overcome me. So, allow me to thank you Manami, for all your support.

Oh god, he looked into her? He had to be so disappointed to know that she was just some shut-in midget, unworthy of his attention.

TheGoldenKing: But moving on to the main reason I reached out to you. I'd like to meet you face to face, I have an offer I wish to discuss with you.

LaBrava: You want to meet with me? But I'm just- I'm not worth your time.

TheGoldenKing: I will decide who is and isn't worth my time, and I very much disagree with you on that matter. Is that a no?

Like she'd ever say no to King Midas. Of course, she hadn't left her house in weeks but she'd have to deal with it.

LaBrava: If you're sure, I'd be happy to meet with you? When and where do you want to meet? I'm free whenever.

TheGoldenKing: How about right now, at your house?

As he sent that, she heard her front doorbell ring, making her eyes widen as she realised what that meant.

King Midas was outside her house.

Oh god, she was keeping him waiting.

Jumping up she didn't even think about anything else as she rushed to the door, grabbing the door handle and turning it before she froze.

Looking down at herself, she cursed her shut-in nature, taking in her outfit.

Which was nothing but her plain ugly underwear.

She should get dressed, but she couldn't keep Midas waiting outside.

Making her mind up, she opened the door and went red as she spotted the handsome older man at the door.

"Well, hello Miss Aiba. Perhaps I should have given you more warning, but if it gets me such a view I truly can't complain," Midas said, his voice sounding exactly like it did in the videos she watched on repeat.

"I- Erm, I—" she blushed as Midas' chuckle interrupted her stuttering.

"May I come in?" he asked, with a small smile.

"You can do whatever you want!" Manami squeaked as he chuckled.

"Oh? Well, isn't that an intriguing offer. Then let's take this inside and we can talk about what I want to do," Midas teased, walking into the house and closing the door behind him.