(Continuing with the flashback)
2B was confused, she could swear that she would obey any order, no matter how dangerous or suicidal, she could kill or die to protect her master. However, she could not explain why it was so difficult to accept such a simple order.
2B had a blank stare and a face flushed to the ears, and her breathing gave her away no matter how stoic her face was.
Allen laughed, of course, he has a general idea of 2B's nature, as a battle android she has no fear of death or pain, but something like embarrassment is completely new to her and she wouldn't be able to handle it properly.
2B's soft abdomen landed on Allen's lap, she could feel the warmth being transferred, it felt very strange.
2B needed to escape as far as possible, something she could only control because of her absolute loyalty. But as if her body had become mostly mechanical again, she was paralyzed, unable to move and therefore unable to resist.
"Ah~"
Allen placed his hand on her back, she trembled and made a sound that was incomprehensible to her, but 2B was not ignorant, though she had never done it, she had seen several of her master's women make a similar sound.
The feeling of shame and the need to escape increased exponentially, but so did the strange warmth that started in her chest and went down to her stomach.
2B could not logically understand what was going on, two lines of thought contradicted each other, one the initiative to leave, the other to stay, on the one hand, she did not want to be seen in this appearance, on the other hand, she wanted her master to look at her more.
As the woman who can only exist in men's fantasies writhed tantalizingly over Allen, he kept a calm face as he stroked her back. The girl's skin was completely perfect, with no moles, no birthmarks, no old scars like a normal human. Of course, being an android originally, she didn't need those things, but even now that she was able to have a human woman's body, she was just as perfect.
2B bit her lips as she squirmed slightly. She still didn't understand what her master intended, but the most logical thing would be that he wanted her as a woman, which made no sense to 2B, her master had beautiful women were in abundance, no need to waste energy on her, she couldn't be impregnated.
2B's assumptions seemed logical, but they were not entirely accurate, she was no longer just an android, she was a doll, one with the ability to become a woman. But there is still the question of whether dolls are capable of becoming pregnant.
Regardless of the answer to that question, she is essentially confused.
Allen brought his mouth close to 2B's ear, "You haven't forgotten that this is a punishment, have you?"
2B's eyes widened all their emotions and needs preventing her from focusing on the source of this situation.
"Master! wait-!"
2B started to speak, but Allen's hand came up and without delay or forgiveness, slapped 2B's butt.
*Slap*
"Ah!"
2B screamed in surprise at the pain, she had suffered worse injuries, but she wasn't used to feeling pain. Strangely enough, this kind of pain was different from the pain she had experienced since she came into this world.
Allen paused and raised his hand again.
"Master?! Ahh!~"
2B felt another slap on her bottom, she was being punished in such a surreal way for a woman her age that she simply could not understand. She doubted any YoRHa would be able to understand such a feeling.
Allen continued the punishment three more times, keeping a straight face as if to convey his severity to the bad girl on his lap.
This worked because although 2B wanted to complain when she saw the look on her master's face, she understood that she was being punished, she gritted her teeth as she endured each smack, at the same time she was afraid, afraid to accept that deep down there was a part of her that seemed to enjoy what was happening.
After ten slaps, 2B's cake is red, she is defeated, panting, and has no strength to move.
Allen took his time with the last slap, and 2B had a look so fixed on her master's hand you could think she was almost expecting it.
"Slap!"
With one last smack, 2B screamed, arched her back, and fell on top of Allen, shaking. If anyone could see her face they would not think it was 2B, she had her tongue slightly out and a line of saliva fell from her mouth.
...
"We're done..." Allen said.
2B snapped back to attention upon hearing her master. She quickly closed her mouth, feeling ashamed by something, and vanished instantly.
Allen remained silent, still feeling the warmth in his hand.
"Damn it..."
[Host, if you knew this would be worse torture for you, why did you do it?]
"You wouldn't understand... these are matters of gentlemen."
2B's punishment was a double-edged sword because Allen would have beauty at his disposal without being able to do anything except punish her, or it wouldn't be a punishment.
Allen had to bear the weight of his actions and resist any temptation without showing weakness. It was torture for him, but he did it as 99% of gentlemen would have.
2B's ordeal had been settled, absolving the girl of guilt, but this would lead to some changes.
Far from trying to distance herself from Allen, 2B became clingier, even standing guard while he slept. Allen said nothing and would pat her head from time to time.
...
(Back to the present)
2B was supposed to be a very stoic and emotionally distant girl, but right now, she exuded a dark aura while her master was led away by a bunch of scum. A YoRHa unit supposed to see all humans as invaluable saw gangsters as trash, worse than the machines that destroyed their world.
Artoria stopped 2B, but despite her apparent calmness, she had similar desires to 2B.
They couldn't wait to tear each one to pieces.
...
Allen was taken through several streets, followed by several unmarked black vans joining the caravan. The vans maneuvered ahead of each other, attempting to blend in, and then all took different directions.
Allen was astonished at the level of paranoia required for such a simple kidnapping. To Vincent Fortunato's eyes, Allen was merely Tearju's partner and possibly a mutant, not the president.
Another thing Allen noticed was that during the journey, they encountered only two police patrols but despite not having license plates, they were never stopped.
"You don't know who you're messing with, kid," said one of the gangsters with a mocking look.
"I'm not messing with anyone, it's your boss who wants my woman..."
Allen's calm and fearless response silenced the gangsters; they didn't even cover Allen's face or their own, confident in Don Fortunato's power and influence, making it unnecessary.
On the other hand, they knew the young man would not return; there was no way they would let him go.
"Let me ask you something," said Allen
"Just shut up! you'll talk to the boss."
Allen ignored him and kept talking "I mean, this time it was with me, but if it were you, if it were your girlfriend or wife, even your mother or sister who he wanted, what would you do?"
The gangsters were uncomfortable and couldn't answer, but that was the reality of the underworld. They only needed to make one mistake, and it would end in an alley with five shots to the head. That's why even if orders were to burn an orphanage, they had to obey.
"Sorry, it's not personal... but no one betrays Don Fortunato without wishing for a miserable death..."
The driver responded to Allen as he looked at him through the rearview mirror. Allen remained silent, and this time, none of the gangsters made jokes or comments.
"It's not personal eh... I suppose you also chose this life, regardless of the consequences..."
Allen's tone shifted from calmness to indifference. This coldness sent shivers down more than one person in the car, but they said no more, unaware they had condemned themselves...
...
Unexpectedly, Allen was not taken out of New York and brought to an abandoned building in who knows where; instead, he was taken to a five-star hotel with high security.
The gangsters, who had looked like thugs, now wore suits and appeared as professional security guards.
Allen had to admit, this was meticulous and a very good idea. It was no wonder, given his caliber, but their arrogance in kidnapping someone and parading him around the city without fear of being caught was irritating Allen.
Led down the hallway, despite being surrounded by five "bodyguards," no one glanced at him as if he didn't exist.
"It seems like everyone on this floor is his," commented Artoria, appearing next to Allen. She was only visible to Allen and communicated telepathically.
"Master..." 2B began to speak, barely containing her murderous impulse. Allen stroked her head to calm her down, a strange gesture noted by the gangsters.
"Hey, don't try anything funny or you'll have a hole in your head before you realize it."
Allen completely ignored the gangster and focused on soothing his adorable mini-2B, who was gritting her teeth.
Regardless of Allen's strength, he was certain the gangsters' threats were empty. Fortunato wanted to talk to him; otherwise, they would have shot him on sight.
The gangster clicked his tongue...
...
(Presidential Suite)
Upon reaching the top floor, Allen entered and saw a man seated, eating a piece of prime beef with vegetables accompanied by a glass of wine.
The man looked at Allen and gestured to the seat across from him. Allen walked to the chair and sat down, immediately approached by a young waiter who poured him a glass of red wine.
Allen looked at the glass with boredom.
"Brunello di Montalcino, Biondi-Santi... A Tuscan red wine, historically famous and highly esteemed... I suppose you're not much of a wine person."
Fortunato's words were simple and casual; he hadn't even looked at Allen once, yet offered an expensive wine as if it were nothing.
"Vincent Fortunato... I'm sure you're not discreet in your actions, but you manage to avoid ending up in jail."
The bodyguards started to sweat; did this kid just speak to Don Fortunato like that? Who did he think he was? He had only come to be ridiculed, perhaps to receive a reality check before being killed.
Fortunato stopped eating and looked at Allen for the first time. His gaze was sharp and dry, like that of a vulture, it would have made others sweat, but this young man seemed unaffected.
"Modern youth often grows out of many of the problems of my generation. So it's strange to see a young man with so much courage, or is it just stupidity?"
Fortunato's final words were spoken in a lower tone, with a clear threat; if Allen spoke to him like that again, he would kill him on the spot.
"Or are you going to kill me?" Allen chuckled, then looked seriously at Fortunato. "Drop the Godfather act... you're just an old lecher who wants my girl. I came to see you in person..."
The gangsters would normally have drawn their guns when someone disrespected their boss, but Allen's words were so brazen, raw, and disrespectful that they were left in shock.
Who was he? This was Vincent Fortunato they were talking about, killing in the underworld since before Allen was born. The audacity was beyond courage; the young man they brought was completely insane.
Fortunato was also left speechless; he couldn't remember the last time someone had spoken to him like this.
Fortunato was supposed to get angry, shout, and order Allen to be torn apart, that's what the gangsters expected. Instead, he calmly sipped his wine as Allen leaned on the table, blatantly waiting for his response.
"I suppose you're a clever young man. You know the worst that can happen is death, and since you've already accepted you're going to die anyway, you act without fear."
The gangsters understood why Allen acted this way; even before he came, he knew he was already dead, hence his lack of fear.
"I should kill you... that's what I was planning to do," Vincent looked at Allen over his wine glass, "But you remind me of my younger self. I used to believe that with enough willpower and determination to better myself, I would triumph in life, that with enough courage and conviction, I could be the King of the world..."
"..."
"Unfortunately, life isn't like that. I had to do bad things, atrocious things, to get where I am. Life isn't a fairy tale, and bad men often come out on top..."
"Don't say it proudly! causing misery to get ahead doesn't make you incredible... just another scumbag. Doing evil is easy, much easier than living with decency. That's why many choose it. Fine, I accept it, life is unjust and cruel. You can be a monster and win but don't say it with pride. There's nothing proud about being like you!!."
"You call me scum? Fine, I accept it, but that won't change reality. I'll continue drinking my wine, and you'll end up in a box scattered in various places..."
"Hahaha, you can't refute and choose to threaten?" Allen stood up from his chair while all the gangsters aimed their guns at him. Fortunato continued drinking his wine, and Allen looked at this with disdain. "Indeed, you've won so far. I don't know what deeds you've done, but you've lived a good life at the expense of others' blood. And how sweet it is that no ally of justice or hero ever arrived to stop you. That's how cruel life is... but when you point a gun at someone, you should be ready to be the one who dies... I'm done..."
"I agree. Do you know why they call me Fortunato?" The man chuckled, "Because I have good fortune. In a year, Miss Tearju will be sitting in your chair, enjoying my wine before joining me in my chambe— Huh!"
The man's words froze as he watched Allen remove his glasses.
"Truth is, I try to live my life decently. I don't want to act like a tyrant, I don't want to be a monster or a hero, and I don't want to be the savior or the apocalypse. But there's always someone or something trying to screw me over..."
"You..." Fortunato stood up from his chair, spilling his wine glass, his face turning pale.
"It's tough, you know?" Allen took the wine glass and drank from it. "Do you have any idea how much effort it takes not to blast this entire building the moment I walked in?"
Fortunato stumbled and fell backward, trembling, shaking his head in denial. The man was already old, but he seemed to have aged another twenty years at that moment.
He had forgotten, Vincent had forgotten what it was like to feel fear, to be nervous, to tremble. He was a mafia lord; politicians might tremble before him, or at least respect him, and even law enforcement, despite hating him, didn't show it.
He knew he lived in a world with monsters, but even so, he felt safe.
Fortunato looked down; it had been an eternity since he had bowed his head to anyone else.
"Hey..."
Vincent didn't want to look up, but he couldn't help it. Could he disobey?
At that moment, and until the last second of his life, he saw the most terrifying look he had ever seen in his life—scarlet eyes with a furrowed brow of the last person in the world you'd want to anger.
Vincent couldn't speak; he opened his mouth but couldn't speak. He was like a condemned man awaiting his execution.
Allen knelt beside the trembling Fortunato to look him in the eye.
"Huh?! You haven't finished your sentence! You said you were going to have my fiancée in that seat and then what?!" Allen exclaimed, extremely irritated. Then he narrowed his eyes in disgust and said in a lower tone, "You old bastard, why don't you repeat that to my face again?..."
The mafia boss knew it... his life was over...
The smell of ammonia mixed with dirt began to emanate from Fortunato's pants; for the first time in his life, he had wet himself.
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