Dragon's Gambit: Demon Unleashed Into the Multiverse!

Zaiko leaned back on the couch, eyes locked on the tablet AFO had given him. Zaiko knew the tablet was as full of spyware as possible, but he didn't care.

As long as he could contact some of the people on AFO contacts, he didn't care what AFO knew, and regarding that, Zaiko was reading Overhaul's profile. 

Overhaul might've been limited by his resources in the show, but Zaiko knew he could change that. With a little push—and the right incentives—the guy could become a top-tier asset for the future, and if the opportunity arose, Zaiko could steal one of the strongest quirks. 

All Zaiko needed was the right angle to bring him on board.

At his feet, Rumi Usagiyama—currently off-duty and wearing a skimpy black slingshot bikini with a collar engraved "Akagi Diavolo's Property"—was on her knees, her tongue lazily dragging across his cock. 

She didn't say much; she just hummed now and then as she worked, her hands resting lightly on his thighs.

Zaiko absentmindedly stroked her bunny ears, his focus still on the screen. "You know," he muttered, "Overhaul's got potential. The guy's a genius when it comes to organic stuff. Just needs someone to pull the strings for him."

Rumi paused for a second, glancing at him with a sly smile. "Sounds like you've got a new toy in mind."

"Something like that." Zaiko grinned, giving her ear a playful flick. "You're already one of my best, though. Don't worry."

Before Rumi could reply, the front door opened, and Violet and Mitsuki walked in, arms full of shopping bags. Violet looked as chill as ever.

Mitsuki, on the other hand, froze, her cheeks going bright red as her gaze locked onto Zaiko's exposed lower half and Rumi's compromising position.

"Seriously?" Violet smirked, setting the bags down on the counter. "You couldn't wait until we got home?"

Zaiko shrugged, leaning back and spreading his arms along the couch. "Timing's everything, you know that."

Mitsuki fumbled with her bags, her face full of adorable embarrassment. She kept stealing glances at Zaiko, her hands trembling as she struggled to figure out what to do with herself. 

Finally, she dropped the bags and started pulling off her clothes. Zaiko raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. 

"Look at you, Mitsuki. Turning into a natural. What would your husband think if he walked in right now?" Mitsuki froze mid-strip, her face flushing even deeper. "I-I… I'm just—following orders... for Bakugo's sake..."

"Relax, I'm kidding," Zaiko said, though his tone was full of teasing. He reached over and gave her ass a light slap as she stood there, now fully naked. "Mostly."

Violet rolled her eyes, leaning against the entrance wall as she lit a cigarette. "You're such a dick," she said, not understanding most of what anyone said, but her smirk gave away how much she was enjoying the scene. "What's the plan now, genius?"

Zaiko adjusted his red coat and slid it over his shoulders. "Got some business to handle. I'll be out for a bit. Make sure there's steak waiting for me when I get back."

Rumi stood up, stretching lazily. "I've got patrol tonight," she said, grabbing a jacket to throw over her slutty outfit. "Gotta update my profile since I'm based here in Tokyo now."

"Perfect," Zaiko said, brushing past her and giving her a quick pat on the head. "Keep the hero act strong. No need for anyone poking around just yet."

He glanced back at Mitsuki as he headed for the door. "And you—don't mess up the steak. I've got high standards."

Mitsuki nodded quickly, her hands wringing nervously in front of her. Violet just laughed, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Don't worry," she said. "We'll hold down the fort, and I'll make sure the blondy doesn't do anything stupid."

Zaiko gave her a wink before stepping outside, the door clicking shut behind him. Then, he hopped on one of Violet's bikes and rode out of the city, leaving the noise behind as he headed deep into the forest. 

After a while, he pulled over near a clearing; the quiet of the woods helped him concentrate and would confuse AFO as to what he was doing. 

Zaiko wandered a bit until he found a decent-sized rock in the middle of the clearing that looked like it had been waiting for someone to sit on it.

He sat down with a sigh, looking around at the trees swaying gently in the breeze. "Alright," he muttered, rolling his shoulders. "If Gohan could teach Videl this, I can figure it out."

Zaiko put his hands in front of his chest, palms facing each other, and tried to calm his thoughts. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on nothing but the feel of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing. The idea was simple—focus his energy, or whatever he thought ki was, and gather it into his hands.

Minutes ticked by, then an hour. Zaiko sat there, trying to stay calm, but his frustration was getting worse. "How the hell did they make this look so easy?" he muttered, cracking one eye open and glancing at his hands. Still nothing.

Another hour passed, and the sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the clearing in moonlight. Zaiko was just about ready to throw in the towel when he felt it—a tiny spark in his palms. 

He froze, staring at his hands as a faint warmth grew between them.

Slowly, the feeling strengthened. A small, glowing orb of energy flickered to life, floating between his palms like a flame. 

Zaiko blinked, then grinned wide. "There we go," he said, leaning back a little to admire it.

It wasn't much, but it was something. And it was all he needed to get started. "Not bad," letting the energy fade as he stretched his arms. "Guess I'll be blasting stuff in no time, now, Ki control... Alright, from the top," Zaiko closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

"Feel the energy in my gut, keep the muscles loose..." He tried to stay focused, letting the energy swirl and build up like he'd been practising.

This time, things clicked faster. Instead of dragging it out for hours, Zaiko managed to get the energy flowing smoothly in about thirty minutes. 

Before he knew it, he felt lighter, and then—finally—his feet left the ground. He hovered a few centimetres up mid-air.

It didn't last long. The effort drained him fast, and after a few seconds, Zaiko dropped back to the ground like a bum. He groaned, sprawled out, completely wiped. "Damn... that's harder than it looks," he muttered, catching his breath.

After lying there for a bit, staring at the sky and feeling like his muscles had turned to jelly, Zaiko finally sat up. 

It took some effort, but he got to his feet and started heading back to Mitsuki's place. His legs felt like lead, but he couldn't help smirking. "Not bad for a first try," he said, already thinking about what to tackle next.

Zaiko returned to his motorbike, hopped onto it and rode back home. The night air was cool against his skin as he rode back toward Mitsuki's house.

The recent encounter with Shigaraki played in his mind—she was raw, untamed, and reckless. Training her would be a challenge, but Zaiko loved challenges, and she had the potential to keep up with the world to come.

When he pulled into Mitsuki's driveway, the scene inside was as predictable as ever. Rumi was sprawled out on the floor in her now signature black slingshot micro bikini, her toned body glistening slightly from the humidity. 

She was snoring softly, her white tail twitching occasionally as she lay on her stomach.

Violet, perched on the arm of the couch, was puffing lazily on a cigarette. Her slim, athletic figure glowed faintly under the warm light of the living room. 

Mitsuki, as usual, was bustling around the house completely naked. Her large, full breasts bounced slightly with each step, and her wide hips swayed as she tidied up absentmindedly.

Zaiko walked in, tossing his coat onto the back of the couch before collapsing into the seat beside Violet. She glanced at him through the haze of smoke, raising an eyebrow.

"Rough night?" she asked, exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

Zaiko didn't reply immediately. Instead, he leaned forward, grabbing Rumi's leash, which was still attached to her collar. He gave it a firm tug. "Wake up," he ordered.

Rumi woke up, her ears twitching before her crimson eyes fluttered open. She stretched lazily, her muscles rippling under her dark skin, before gazing at Zaiko. 

Without hesitation, she crawled toward him on all fours, her leash trailing alongside her.

"Yes, Master?" she murmured, her voice sleepy. Zaiko smirked, unzipping his pants and letting his cock spring free. "Suck."

Rumi didn't need to be told twice. She wrapped her lips around his cock, her tongue swirling expertly around the tip as she began to bob her head. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth working filled the room, mingling with the faint crackle of Violet's cigarette.

Violet watched the scene unfold with a smirk, flicking ash into an empty glass on the table. 

"So," she said, her tone casual, "any plans for tomorrow? Or are we just going to sit around while you fuck the rabbit again?"

Zaiko groaned softly, his hand resting on Rumi's head as she continued to take him deeper. "I texted AFO earlier," he said, his voice steady despite Rumi's eager efforts. "Told him I want a meeting with the Shie Hassaikai."

Violet raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "The who? What for?"

Zaiko leaned back, his crimson eyes glinting. "Specifically with their leader, Kai Chisaki. Overhaul. The guy's a genius, and I want to see if he's worth bringing into the fold."

Violet chuckled, taking another drag from her cigarette. "You've got a knack for stirring up the pot, don't you?"

Zaiko smirked, his hand tightening in Rumi's hair as he pushed her further down his cock. "Trouble's where the fun is."

Violet laughed, shaking her head as the room filled with the muffled sounds of Rumi's sucking.