Nights of Debauchery and War Plans

At the Xelno headquarters, in a room immersed in a surreal atmosphere, illuminated only by red and purple neon lights casting enigmatic reflections on the walls. The flickering lights from the outside signs penetrated the slightly drawn curtains, adding an almost hallucinatory dimension to the space. The room was a carefully orchestrated chaos: wine and whiskey bottles littered the floor and surfaces, their labels peeling off and their contents half-empty. Cigar butts were scattered everywhere, some still smoldering in overflowing ashtrays, others carelessly crushed on the tables and floor, leaving dark marks and a burnt tobacco aroma.

The bed, in the center of the room, was a vast expanse of crumpled and disordered red satin sheets. Hideaki, the ruthless leader of the Xelno, lay on this bed, his muscular body glistening with sweat under the neon lights. His eyes, piercing and full of challenge, were fixed on the woman with him. Her long pink hair, cascading messily, moved with feline grace, her curves highlighted by the neons, each movement accentuating the cruel beauty of the scene.

He slid his hands up her bare thighs, slowly moving towards her stomach. She let out a soft moan, her muscles contracting under his touch. His skillful fingers found their way to her breasts, caressing them with a tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her.

"Ah..." she murmured, her voice trembling with excitement.

The sound of heavy breathing mingled with the distant echoes of the nocturnal city, creating a symphony of desire and decadence. Hideaki, dominant and imposing, let out hoarse whispers, guiding each movement with innate authority. The woman, responding to each of his commands, undulated with palpable passion.

"Haaaah, aaah, mmmmhaa…" her moans grew more intense. Their bodies entwined in a dance of surrender and control.

Their skins rubbed against each other, sliding under the damp sheets, creating a striking contrast with the cold gleams of the scattered glass bottles. The scent of whiskey, mingled with that of wine and cigars, permeated the air, an intoxicating smell of luxury and debauchery. Each sip of alcohol seemed to amplify the fever of their lovemaking, pushing them to lose themselves further in this fiery embrace.

Hideaki, his muscles taut and his features marked by fierce determination, stared at the woman with an almost wild intensity. His hands, calloused and powerful, moved with calculated precision over her body, exploring every corner with insatiable hunger. The woman, her red lips parted, let out sighs of pleasure, completely overwhelmed by the raw energy of their union.

The neons cast moving shadows on their bodies, creating optical illusions that seemed to bring their lovemaking to life. The heat of the room was oppressive, each breath making the air heavier, each moan resonating like an echo in this confined space.

As their movements reached a crescendo, the neons seemed to flicker faster, intensifying the surreal atmosphere. Hideaki, his face marked by a mix of concentration and intense pleasure, increased the pace, his gestures becoming more fervent, almost frantic. The woman, in perfect harmony with him, responded with equal fervor, their bodies melding into a single entity of desire and satisfaction.

When they finally reached the peak of their union, silence fell abruptly, like a veil enveloping the room. The neons continued to flicker, casting flashes of red and purple light on their exhausted bodies, highlighting every contour, every taut muscle. Their breaths gradually calmed, their heartbeats slowing after this storm of passion.

Hideaki, slowly regaining his senses, collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smile. The woman, still lying beside him, looked at him with a mix of admiration and fear, aware of the power and danger of the man she had just shared this intense moment with. Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door.

"Boss," a deep voice echoed in the hallway, behind the door. "Sorry to disturb you, but there's a guy who wants to meet you."

"I can't even fuck in peace anymore!" Hideaki retorted, visibly annoyed. "Who's the bastard daring to disturb me? I hope he's bringing good news."

After the attack on their hideout, despite massive mobilization, they couldn't identify or find the source of their misfortune. Needless to say, tension was rising within the Xelno, especially with their leader's threats.

"It's the head of the Mercenaries," said the man. "He's downstairs, waiting. Should I tell him to leave?"

Hideaki sighed as he got up, putting on his pants and handing a wad of bills to the woman still on the bed, who couldn't help but smile.

"I'm coming, he's already here anyway." he said as he left the room. He glanced at the man who had come to fetch him. He was about 1.72 meters tall, with short black hair and various tattoos, notably a skull under his neck. When he noticed the boss's gaze, he couldn't help but swallow nervously.

"No need to come down with me," Hideaki said, still looking at him. "Wait for the girl in the room, and get her a taxi."

The guy nodded, visibly relieved not to have been hit for disturbing the boss, while Hideaki walked away with confidence.

A few moments later, the door to the room opened, and the woman appeared. The man, who had been yawning, prepared to say something but was petrified after seeing the girl. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped, a look of total shock on his face.

"Mayu?!" he exclaimed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The woman, Mayu, jumped at the sound of her name and looked at the man with equal surprise. "Miyoko?!" she responded, confusion marking her features.

An awkward silence settled between them, broken only by the flickering neons and the city's hum in the background. Miyoko cleared his throat, trying to regain composure.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" he finally asked. "I thought you wanted to wait until marriage?"

Mayu, not backing down, raised her voice a bit defensively. "I could ask you the same question!"

"Keep your voice down, damn it!" he said hurriedly. "You want to get me killed? I thought I told you I'm part of the Xelno."

Hand on his forehead, trying to organize his thoughts. "These women, they're going to screw us one day…" he sighed, thinking out loud. Then he walked past the girl.

"Come, I'll show you to your taxi," he said nonchalantly. "By the way, don't bother trying to find me, we're done."

Mayu gave a slightly embarrassed smile. "Yeah, I guess it's just like that… let's leave it at that."

A sharp pain shot through Miyoko's chest, despite his stoic air, deep down, he still hoped his girlfriend would apologize or something, but contrary to his expectations, she just acted like it was normal. Miyoko really wanted to hit her at that moment, but he knew his boss would execute him for it. He couldn't clearly describe what he felt at that precise moment. Was it anger? Maybe it was grief. But for now, he had to content himself with obeying orders.

******

After descending from the room, Hideaki headed to the back of the building where his guest was waiting. The contrast between the decadent opulence of the room and the professional austerity of the meeting room was striking. The room, a large modernized conference room, was lit by discreet ceiling lights that diffused soft, even light. The walls were covered in dark wood panels, giving a serious and formal atmosphere. A large mahogany table occupied the center of the room, surrounded by black leather chairs, each carefully aligned.

At the other end of the table was the leader of the mercenaries, a young man of imposing stature named Viktor "the Cleaner." His nickname came from how he dealt with his enemies. After he was done, no trace was left. Viktor was in his twenties, but his features reflected years of combat and a hard life. His build, accentuated by the black coat he wore, exuded an aura of danger. A thin scar ran across his right eyebrow, adding a touch of hardness to his face. His gray eyes, cold and analytical, scrutinized every movement with clinical precision.

Hideaki entered the room with his usual confident stride. Viktor rose slightly to greet him, a polite but cold smile on his lips.

"Hideaki," said Viktor in a deep, measured voice. "Good to see you."

"Viktor," replied Hideaki, taking a seat across from him. "What brings me the honor of your visit?"

The two men observed each other for a moment, measuring each other with calculated precision. Viktor signaled one of his men to close the door, ensuring the privacy of their conversation.

"I've finished my work," began Viktor, his fingers tapping lightly on the mahogany table. "And as for the Meibukai, I've already done what you asked, so I plan to leave."

Hideaki nodded. "Good… good, but regarding the Meibukai, I'll need a little favor. Of course, you'll be paid."

Viktor smiled, but his eyes remained cold. "You want me to eliminate them, right?" he said. "It's not a decision I can make alone. I hope you understand."

Hideaki didn't want to waste time negotiating. "I'm willing to pay top dollar for quick and efficient results. Money isn't an issue. What I want is to get rid of the Meibukai from the area.

Viktor nodded. "I understand the situation, but as I've already told you, it's not something I can decide alone… I'll give you my answer by the end of the week."

Realizing that insisting would lead nowhere, Hideaki eventually relented. The conversation continued, with the two men detailing the logistical and tactical aspects of an operation likely targeting another gang. Viktor shared maps and plans, showing the target areas and attack strategies. Hideaki, though ruthless, appreciated Viktor's rigor and professionalism. He knew entrusting this task to Viktor was a good choice.

After an hour of discussions, the details were finalized. Viktor stood up, extending his hand to Hideaki. "A pleasure doing business with you, as always."

Hideaki shook Viktor's hand, a calculating smile on his lips. "The pleasure is mutual. Take care, and I look forward to your response regarding my request."

Viktor nodded, then signaled his men to prepare. With the meeting over, Hideaki stood up and left the room, visibly in a good mood that his plans were on track. He had almost forgotten about finding the individual who had set fire to the warehouse. As he headed back to the room, he encountered the earlier guy, looking pale.

"Did you do what I asked?" Hideaki asked offhandedly.

"Yes, boss, I took her," the guy replied, looking like a zombie.

Hideaki shrugged. As long as the task he had ordered was done, he didn't care about the rest. As he walked away from the meeting room, the atmosphere in the building still seemed charged with an electric tension. Their rise was imminent, and every decision, every move, would determine the future of their division. But with the help of people like Viktor, Hideaki knew he had an edge. The game was already in motion, and he was ready to do whatever it took to win.