"..."
The members of the Halfblood gang were shocked to see Mike's arrival, especially after hearing Calista refer to him as 'Lord' and 'Virgin Latte.'
The Halfblood gang members started whispering among themselves,
"Who the fuck is that?"
"Black Smith?"
"Virgin Latte?"
Mike, hearing the word 'Virgin Latte,' cringed. "Shut up!" Mike snapped.
"I will spread justice, I am Black Smith," Mike declared, drawing the Wakizashi sword from his back.
Just as Mike was about to use Hellfire, the System gave a notification:
[DING]
[Master, don't use Hellfire, they'll burn into ashes, and nothing will be left.]
"Yeah, okay... that's not going to be fun if they just burn to ashes. Let them bleed," Mike muttered.
"Yo... weird-ass magician, what are you?" one of the Halfblood gang members shouted.
Without mercy,
Slashhh...
Seraphina used wind magic to behead the bald man.
Mike was shocked at the sight, "Seraph- "
"No one will survive after they insult you, Mike. Leave it to me,"
Calista nodded, and both she and Seraphina prepared to unleash their powerful magic.
"Shit... I can't just stand by and watch,"
Mike ordered the System to strengthen his physical abilities with available skills. Though he lacked combat experience, Mike swung his sword, mimicking actions he'd seen in anime and films.
Thanks to the System from the great demon Asmodeus, Mike appeared like a skilled warrior in Seraphina's and Calista's eyes.
Seraphina and Calista attacked with long-range magic, while Mike leaped around, slashing with his Wakizashi like a shinobi.
"Damn, this feels like a game... Feels like I'm an assassin with two supports."
Splashrrt... Splashrrt...
Red fluid splattered everywhere. "Shit, they are real people, but I don't feel anything when I kill them," Mike muttered.
After the relatively easy slaughter, Mike sighed, gripping his Wakizashi, now stained with red liquid.
"It's done? That was so easy," Mike said.
"Sure, Lord, they had no magical power within them. It's strange—these modern-day humans don't have any mana at all," Calista replied.
"Damn, so every ancient human used to have magic and mana?" Mike furrowed his brow.
"Sure," Calista confirmed.
Mike thought to himself, "Shit... that must've been the happiest era for humans—or maybe for weebs if they existed back then."
As he finished his thoughts, the System popped up a notification:
[Master, you should save the hostages kidnapped by the Halfblood gang.]
[They are in this building, locked in a cell.]
Mike frowned. Before he could respond to the notification, Calista and Seraphina sensed the area around them.
"Mike, I feel many suffering souls coming from that direction," Seraphina pointed behind Mike.
"Yeah, Lord, I feel they've lost all hope and are helpless."
Mike nodded slowly, "Let's check it out. You both know the way, right?"
Seraphina and Calista nodded.
The three of them walked toward a large room, where many women were imprisoned, all crying and begging for help.
"Help me..."
"Help..."
"Please, help my daughter..."
Seeing this, Seraphina reflexively used healing magic on a young girl.
Mike cursed at the sight, "Shit... They must've been enslaved and sold, especially since they're all women. This is insane. Makes me feel better for just masturbating instead of using people like this as sex slaves."
Grab...
Mike touched each cell door as he passed, each one igniting with Hellfire and extinguishing immediately by Mike's will.
"I should call the police," Mike said, confused. "But what if they find me?"
[Just order the Halfblood gang's captives to report it. Get them out of the building using Calista's teleportation magic.]
Mike nodded, 'Then find the nearest police station. Give me the location and coordinates, like before,' he instructed the System mentally.
"Calista, can you still use teleportation magic?"
Calista nodded.
"How many more times?"
"What? I can use it whenever I want, Lord. I'm not a modern human, by the way," Calista replied.
'Shit... her magic is more useful than a portal that can only be opened once a day,' Mike thought.
Mike instructed the captives of the Halfblood gang to gather and form a circle. They remained silent, not daring to speak, as if they'd already endured hellish torment.
___
At the police station, Mike said, "Go, tell the police..." He turned and began to leave them behind.
The girl Seraphina had healed asked, "Who are you? Why did you save us?"
"I'm Black Smith. I just spread justice..."
Mike, along with Seraphina and Calista, returned to Mike's apartment.
Mike sighed, "Damn... This blood is all over my clothes. What do I do now..."
"Calm down, Mike," Seraphina chanted a spell, and the bloodstains on their clothes vanished.
"Sheeesh... That's a pretty cool magic power..." Mike said cheerfully.
After changing back into clean clothes, Mike felt tired and wanted to sleep. However, there was only one bed. Seraphina and Calista didn't mind sharing it with Mike.
They all lay down on the small bed, which felt cramped for Mike, not just physically but also because of his tight pants. Calista quickly fell asleep, while Seraphina struggled to rest as her mind raced. 'I... I want to see Mike's stuff...' Seraphina shifted her position, turning away from Mike.
Gulp...
Mike couldn't sleep, especially with Seraphina's bubble butt rubbing against his thigh. The warmth of her backside made Mike restless. He got up and chose to sit in a chair instead.
Seraphina, still awake, noticed him and got up too. Mike looked at her, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I... I just... I... I can't," Seraphina stammered, lowering her head. "Mike, can I see yours?"
"What?"
Seraphina didn't answer. She approached Mike, kneeling beside him, glancing at Mike's holy stick already pressing against his pants.
"Can I see it?" Seraphina asked, her eyes darting toward it.
Gulp...
Mike tried to hide his nervousness. He didn't want to look like a shy virgin in front of the woman he'd just saved.
"Sure!" Mike said coldly, unbuttoning his pants.
Pop...
His holy stick sprang out, throbbing before stopping.
Seraphina's eyes locked onto it.
Grab...
"Ahh..."
Mike felt the softness of Seraphina's hand as she stood and gently massaged his holy stick.
"See... Ser... Seraphina..."
"Mike, I once read a book about how to please a man. I will try my best..."
Seraphina began stroking and rubbing the head of Mike's holy stick with her thumb, just after a minute,
"Eumm..."
Splashrrt... Splashrrt...
"Shit..." Mike, unable to hold back, he's climax too quick.
"Mike, why did you cum so fast?"
"Be... Because that was just the first shot! You should do it again!" Mike ordered Seraphina.
"But... I heard men should rest after reaching climax."
"I have magic, I'm not an ordinary human being," Mike said arrogantly.
"Restart the Lust..."
Mike activated his skill as if casting a spell. "Go... massage my holy stick again..."
"I don't want to."
"Eh...?" Mike frowned.
"Now..." Seraphina walked in front of Mike. "It's my mouth's turn to do it..." Seraphina opened her mouth wide...
Gulp...
Mike swallowed hard.