Hero For Lust

Platinum Sperm exhaled. "Haa."

Why open with a monologue when—

He whipped out the elastic tentacle atop his head in a single, lighting-quick motion. Obliterating all six draconic heads that'd struck him.

Platinum Sperm then planted his hands on his hips before basking in his platinum shimmer. He existed now as a peerless monument to perfection, the sublimest organism the universe would ever cognize.

He regarded his surroundings.

Boros lounged at the arena's periphery, arms crossed, grinning like a spectator at some dull carnival.

And while Boros might've traded blows against his Golden Sperm form. Platinum Sperm had uncovered the truth during their exchange: the pink-haired interloper's strength plateaued. Each collision of their fists represented Boros' limit. Mere grinning fodder. Blind to the titans before him.

Platinum Sperm must put his full focus on the imminent, final battle with Orochi. Not on some lesser foe.

"Watch closely, Boros, maybe you'll learn a thing or two."

Orochi's towering form leaned back. "You grow more arrogant with every color change. But fine. This form might be called my 'true form.' However, it is only because my 'creator' deemed my ultimate form too powerful." His gargantuan form rose. "As you leaned out your form, I too shall follow."

The Monster King convulsed in a violent compression — body fracturing and reforming as his mass collapsed inward before stretching upward into a thirty-meter humanoid monolith. Next, his fiery veil flared out and the many horns upon his head glowed. Still, the transformation continued! His mouth disappeared, his eyes grew in size — turned pure white. From his back, extending left and right, were nine dragon heads.

Orochi's thunderous words marked his transformation's finale. "I'm afraid both of your story's end here. Be honored. For your destiny is to fuel my ascent!"

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Their arrogance grew with every transformation. But Boros didn't mind. At last, some opponents who proved worthy of his 'Released Form.'

Platinum Sperm blurred around Orochi, exploiting his speed advantage, evading the Monster King's strikes.

Speed alone wouldn't suffice, however. As Platinum Sperm rained down attacks — a barrage of kicks and punches — the Monster King stood unperturbed as if the blows were mere gusts against a mountain.

His eye flicked between them: weighing, judging. One would join the New Dark Matter Thieves. The other discarded. It only took one glance upward at a particular spectating chamber to arrive at a decision.

Now was the moment to deliver the reward for arrogance.

Boros' hands went to his golden armor and started methodically stripping away each piece. And when the final piece of attire hit the white stone with a clang… his smile split wide.

Unshackled. Unrestrained. Ready.

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A mind racing, yet still. Stressed, yet serene.

Caspian knew absolute nullity for an immeasurable instant. The 'Heat Death Domain' eclipsed any ability used against him by a fathomless degree.

Natheless, his existence adapted. More accurately, remembered. Remembered it moved, thought, and lived, not because of the universe's will, but by its own.

He stretched out his arms, raking his fingers — clawing through the mire of nothingness. Forward he pressed.

Then—

With a stroke of willpower, Caspian's vision tore free from photons chains. His sight pierced the domain's grip, locking onto Psykos as her face twisted into incredulity.

No longer willing to endure this state, he flexed, causing the 'Heat Death Domain' to shatter. "I was mistaken. You're more than just a Garou clone," he said, as he landed back on Io's surface.

Psykos' lips fell open and shut several times.

"Unfortunately, a drawn out battle won't cut it today." Caspian soared straight at her and cocked back his fist. "'Consecutive Normal Punches.'"

She stirred from her stupor and shouted, "'Dimensional Walls!'"

Reality fractured like a hall of mirrors as his punches blasted through layer after layer of folded space, stopping just short of her body. Leaving the final barrier trembling from the residual force.

Anticlimactic? Maybe. But now isn't the time for theatrics.

I'll have to use 'that' method. As It saved my first woman, and it'll damn well save the last one too!

The world crawled around him — slowed thousands-fold beyond any previous attempt. Psykos stood frozen, a statue in the decelerated world.

Caspian pointed at the space below her feet and summoned a hyperspace gate. Before crossing the multiple meter distance between them instantly, his knee extending forward as he bent her over it. Next, two sharp spanks echoed across her thick bottom.

With the deed done, he pulled her against him and dropped into the gate. His old apartment's living room greeted them — empty save for the obsidian-black ninja uniform crumpled on the floor.

Psykos' pained cry permeated the room when he returned his perception to 'normal.' Followed by her collapsing onto her knees, staring up at the ceiling, fingers curled. Before a thick cloud of gray smoke rushed out of her face and straight out of the open balcony.

Empty Void revived.

"So, the haze has been lifted? Oh…"

Caspian remembered he was naked. Not through recollection, but by the way her eyes nearly crossed, his cock right there, brushing her parted lips.

"Where are my manners? Let me put some clothes on."

After putting on his ninja uniform; minus the headpiece. He returned to the silent Psykos and kneeled on both legs in front of her.

"Awfully quiet?" Caspian extended his hands. "Here, I want to show you the future you weren't able to see before."

Psykos studied first his inviting gesture, then him — her spring-green eyes glinting behind dark-framed glasses; their glassy surface hiding calculations, as uncertain as they were precise.

Slowly, she reached out and entwined her fingers with his. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers.

"Please... use it one last time. Your 'Third Eye.'"

Not a flicker of doubt crossed his mind about whether this would work. Only the ironclad certainty that she'd glimpse the future he would make a reality.

Seconds shifted to minutes.

Her uneven breaths, her sporadic shaking, her tightening grip. She experienced an untold number of events before she pulled back her head.

Caspian's heart beat faster.

The cause was only a foot away.

A tender, tearful smile lit Psykos' face as she gazed at him; then her eyes fluttered shut as consciousness slipped away.