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What to expect/Warnings!
- The MC is strong but isn't the strongest.
- This story is a crossover, so expect to see characters from other series.
- This story is an AU, so expect some changes.
- Added another element to the power system to make it more interesting.
- The MC won't be a pushover or a pussy, nor will they be denser than a black hole or have any other overused tropes that make you want to pull your hair out (your welcome for that, btw.)
- The MC is on the older side.
- There's a lot of smut, violence, and gore.
- The story will be a mix of fast and slow pace.
- The MC is a flawed and morally grey individual.
- All love interests are twenty or older.
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- A Week Later -
After sweeping the floors, Cain put the broom and dustpan away. However, he stopped in his tracks when he saw a particular sight.
Fifteen meters away from him were Himari and Nei bathing. He quickly looked away, not at all affected by what he saw.
However, he'll have to remind the girls to warn him when they'll be using the bathhouse.
He was a few meters away from the scene but stopped again when he heard Shushu's voice.
"I saw you!" Cain turned to face her but was nowhere to be seen until he looked down to see the blonde, who was currently the size of a two-liter bottle.
'Huh, that would be pretty useful for stealth jobs,' Cain thought, somewhat jealous of Shushu's ability to increase and decrease in size.
"You've finally shown your true self, Cain!" She said as she grew to her original size.
"And that is?" Cain quirked an eyebrow.
"A pervert! I've been watching you. I wanted to see what men are really like." She then showed Cain a picture of him looking at Himari and Nei while they were bathing. "And look, just perfect timing too. I wonder what the chief will think. I bet she'd twist you off."
Cain gave her an unamused look. "First of all, I never stated nor denied being a pervert. Second of all, are you really trying to blackmail me? Third of all, what does that even mean? You know what? I don't care. Give me your phone," he demanded.
"No, I don't think---what the fuck?!" The blonde's arm was acting on its own, giving the older man her phone, much to her horror. "No! Why can't I move my body?!" Any attempts to regain control of her body failed.
"That's because I'm controlling your motor functions." Cain casually stated before he went through the blonde's phone and deleted any 'evidence' she had of him. "I don't often use this ability, but when I do, it usually doesn't end well for the other person." A chill went down Shushu's spine when he said that.
'Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to try and blackmail him,' Shushu thought nervously.
"Luckily for you, I'll let you off, but only because I consider you an ally," Shushu sighed. "However, I'm still gonna have to punish you," and she returned to freaking out again.
"P-Punishment?" Shushu stammered.
Cain looked into her eyes and smiled. "Did you really think I would let you off without suffering consequences?" His eyes sparkled with a sadistic gleam. "By the way, how old are you?"
"U-Um, twenty. Why?"
Cain chuckled. "Perfect."
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The duo were in Cain's room, and the older man had a furiously blushing Shushu on the floor on her hands and knees.
Not only that, her shorts and panties were down to her knees, exposing her bubble-shaped ass to the Latino, much to the blonde's embarrassment.
Both of her ass cheeks were bright red from Cain slapping them repeatedly.
"So what did we learn today?" Cain asked, looking down at Shushu, amusement evident on his features, with his hand resting on the right side of her ass, ready to smack it if the blonde displeased him.
"N-Not to blackmail people..." She squeaked when Cain pinched her ass.
"And?" Cain quirked an eyebrow.
"If I want something, just ask like a normal person." The older man nodded, smiling, and lightly smacked her ass.
It wasn't difficult to figure out why Shushu attempted to blackmail him. Since she'd never been around a male before, she found Cain interesting, and because he was interesting to her, she wanted to enslave him.
He couldn't find any logic in her reasoning, so he didn't think much about it. He'd prefer to keep his brain cells intact, thank you very much. Plus, Shushu's a blonde, and they're not exactly known for being the brightest.
"See, was that so hard to understand?" He asked her teasingly, making the girl laugh in embarrassment.
"N-No, I guess not."
"Before I let you go, is there anything you'd like to ask me?"
"U-Um, yeah, could you clean my room, please?" Cain thought about it, then shrugged.
"Sure, but I'll do it tomorrow. I have other things I need to do right now." Cain freed her from his control. "You can go now." Shushu shakily got up and pulled up her panties and shorts.
"T-Thank you," she said without looking at him and left the room.
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- The Next Day -
"I never thought I'd find someone messier than Wukong. Guess I was wrong," Cain thought out loud, his tone a mix of amusement and disgust. He then turned around to see the blonde reading a manga. "Are you reading one of those shitty romance mangas?"
Shushu sighed. "Yeah, but it doesn't get me excited at all. Action movies are still the best. What do you think, Cain?"
"Either can be good. It just depends on how it's handled. Unfortunately, most romance manga suck ass because they're written by spineless Japanese men who can't talk to a woman to save their lives, which is ninety-nine percent of the male population here." Shushu looked at him oddly.
"You know, that kind of sounds racist."
"But am I wrong, though? I can only name five male characters written by a manga artist who doesn't fit the typical protagonist stereotype," Shushu thought about his argument and concluded he was right.
Within the harem/romance genre, most male protagonists share common traits.
They're dumb as fuck, denser than a neutron star, can't talk to a girl without blushing and stammering like a bitch, are complete pushovers (especially toward women), look average, and have bland personalities, yet can get women way out of their league to fall for them without them really trying, and are too much of a pussy to make a move when the love interest or interests are throwing themselves at them, or are too dense to realize they're being hit on.
The longer Shushu keeps thinking about it, the more she realizes how pathetic manga artists/Japanese men are.
"Yeah...you're not wrong."
"Of course, I'm not," Cain smiled smugly. "There's a reason why stereotypes exist, after all. Hell, even I'm a stereotype. I'm a Mexican with a big-ass family. I'm here illegally. I love tacos, burritos, and anything spicy, and I drink enough alcohol to kill my liver. I'm a workaholic. And my second last name is overused," he listed off while cleaning her room.
"Am I a stereotype?" The older man nodded.
"You're a hot, dumb blonde with a body porn stars would envy," Cain replied without missing a beat, making Shushu blush furiously at his comment about her being hot and having a nice body.
However, his insult soon registered in her mind, making her pout. "Hey, I'm not dumb!"
Cain stopped cleaning and looked at her like she was an idiot. "You tried blackmailing me, a man who can easily kill S-Class Shuuki and turn into a gigantic fire-breathing dragon," he pointed out, making the woman chuckle sheepishly.
"Well, when you put it like that, then yeah, I'm kind of dumb," she admitted, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.
"At least you're smart enough to admit to your faults," he praised Shushu, then returned to cleaning her room.
Ten minutes later, Cain finished cleaning her room. "Alright, I'm done. Try not to mess it up so quickly," the Latino said before leaving her room.
"I'll try not to." That didn't make him feel assured at all.
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A few minutes later, Cain found himself outside the dorm and watched Kyoka and Himari spar.
"Sharper and faster, Himari!" Kyoka sent a fist toward Himari's face, which the seagreen-haired beauty barely blocked. "Don't let yourself be counterattacked!!" She spun around and sent a spin kick to Himari's abdomen.
Himari crossed her arms into an X-shape, blocking the silver-haired beauty's attack, and was sent skidding a few feet back.
"Yes, ma'am!" Himari grunted in pain.
She and Kyoka charged at each other, cocked their arms back, and then launched their fists at each other. Their clenched hands met the impact, creating a small shockwave.
The two continued to trade blows, with Kyoka landing far more hits while Himari landed none despite all her efforts, showing who the superior hand-to-hand combatant was.
'So far, I've seen a bit of Krav Maga, Wing Chun, Karate, and Judo.' Cain thought, impressed.
As he watched the two women train, Cain's thoughts wandered to his combat training back at Eden, and a hint of bitter nostalgia hit him.
At the age of four, he was put through a grueling training regimen that pushed him beyond his physical and psychological limits.
He was forced to do a high volume of strength and conditioning exercises at maximum intensity for several long, excruciating hours with minimal resting periods.
After strength and conditioning, he poured an unhealthy amount of time into practicing a multitude of different martial arts until he mastered each of them to perfection and put in thousands of sparring sessions. He learned and mastered how to use every type of weapon.
After his body was sculpted into perfection and he mastered every martial art and weapon, he was ordered to create a fighting style that suited him perfectly and was well-rounded.
For example, Wukong's fighting style is based on the Monkey King from Chinese mythology. It allows him to be incredibly agile, difficult to predict, excel in close-quarters combat, utilize deception, and be highly effective against fighting multiple opponents.
To add icing on the cake, Wukong fights with a customized, nearly indestructible, lightweight bo staff that can change length on command and fire energy blasts, allowing him to fight at all ranges.
Then, add his abilities on top of that of his fighting style; one gets a highly dangerous, unpredictable, irritating, and nearly impossible opponent to defeat.
As much as it pains Cain to admit, compared to his more forward way of fighting that heavily relied on overwhelming power, maneuverability, and speed, Wukong's fighting style was superior to his own in offense, defense, and versatility.
The only reason why Cain defeated his older brother in their spars and when he escaped Eden was because of his bullshit powers and the fact that Wukong never fought seriously. If it weren't for his powers and Wukong's tendency to fuck around too much, he'd still be stuck in Eden to this day.
Cain was brought out of his thoughts when he sensed a Shuuki nearing them. He would've shot it down, but Kyoka was already moving toward it. So he let her have the kill.
When Kyoka was close enough, the Shuuki threw a fist at her, which she gracefully dodged. She then landed a combo of strikes, hitting it in the face, then uppercutting it, and punching it in the throat. Then, the silver-haired woman kicked it in the left knee, shattering it upon impact, resulting in the Shuuki falling to its last and remaining knee. Kyoka struck it at the center of the chest with her fist, going through with ease, killing it instantly.
All this took place in less than a second.
Kyoka pulled her fist out of the dead Shuuki and turned around, looking at Himari with a smug smile.
"This is how you do a combo, Himari."
Himari squealed and clasped her hands close to her chest.
"You defeated it without even using your ability!! You're incredible, Chief!!" She praised Kyoka.
"Not gonna lie, that was pretty hot," Cain added amusedly, making Kyoka blush furiously and stammer.
"H-Hot?!"
Himari, on the other hand, wasn't thrilled with what she heard.
She gritted her teeth in anger, turned to glare at him, and was about to yell at him. Before she could say anything, Cain complimented her too.
"And Himari, you're a pretty impressive fighter yourself."
Whatever Himari was about to say was instantly forgotten as she was brought to a state similar to Kyoka's.
"Y-You think so?" She asked shyly.
Cain nodded. "Yeah, you just need to work on your attack speed and precision, as Kyoka said, and I think you'll be pretty solid," Cain advised before turning to face Nei. "Hey, kiddo," he patted the girl's head. "What's up?"
"I have a report to make as your superior."
"Oh, alright." He took his hand off her head, disappointing her slightly. "Lay it on me."
"Soon, the Chief, Himari-san, and I will be leaving for a meeting for a few hours. We'll leave you and Shushu-Chan responsible for looking after the dorm," Cain nodded.
"Sounds easy enough." He felt Shushu's eyes on him. He looked to the left to see the blonde looking at him with a mischievous smile and giving him a playful wave. 'This should be interesting.'
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