Dragon's Gambit: Demon Unleashed Into the Multiverse!

The following morning was... weird.

Violet, as usual, didn't bother with clothes that covered more than the bare minimum. 

She strolled around the kitchen in nothing but a black bra and pink panties that clung to her curves, well, the curves in her ass since her boobs were on the regular size. 

Her hair was still a mess, and she didn't bother putting on makeup, yet she looked like she was walking on two legs.

"Morning, handsome," she said, her voice dripping with casual confidence as I walked into the kitchen. 

'Dragon, my back is sore as fuck' I thought as I grabbed a chair on the counter and sat down, 'Not even training with the plate is so draining as sex; I have to improve my stamina ASAP.'

She didn't even look back; she just smirked over her shoulder before bending slightly to check the stove. Her ass—round, firm, and criminally perfect—wiggled as she moved, and I couldn't help but stare.

"You gonna keep gawking, or are you gonna say something?" she teased, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Her tone was sharp, but there was a playful note to it. "Or is my ass just that distracting?"

Before I could answer, my vision was rudely interrupted by a bright, obnoxious, shitty, useless, annoying pop-up that completely blocked my view of her bubble butt.

==Fucker System==

Name: Zaiko

Titles: [None]

Race: [Human] [Locked]

Bloodline: [None]

Transformation: [None]

Potential: [Earthling] [L] [Imagine not being OP from day one]

Special: [Stand: King Crimson]

[New Extras Unlocked!]

Harem: [Colonel Violet]

[Congratulations!] [No longer a virgin] [How'd that taste, champ?] [Too bad I can't make more jokes because my wife's blowing me.] [Correction: two of my wives are blowing me, and a Gardevoir's sucking my balls. Fuck you.] [Skill issue.]

"Fucking hell," I muttered, trying to swipe the damn thing away, but of course, it wouldn't move.

Violet must have noticed the sound of my clumsy movements because she turned around, leaning against the counter with a piece of toast in her hand. 

"Prophet stuff again?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "You seeing something important, or just more of your future fan club?"

"It's nothing," I grumbled, trying to dismiss the intrusive notifications. "Just... complicated visions."

"Complicated, huh?" she said, taking a slow bite of toast. Crumbs fell onto her chest, and she brushed them off lazily, her fingers lingering long enough to make me forget whatever the system was saying. 

"Well, if it's not about me burning the eggs, I don't give a crap."

She turned back to the stove, her hips swaying like she knew exactly how much she was messing with me. 

The system, meanwhile, kept flashing more bullshit in front of my face.

==Mission Board==

Mission #1: The Smell of Perfume

Objective: Fuck Violet. That's it.

Status: Completed!

Reward: Unlock first omni-verse mission.

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Mission Categories:

Primary Mission: Fuck this up, and you're done. No powers, no system. I'll send someone to rip your soul out.

Secondary Mission: For my entertainment. Some are useful; some are just for laughs. Deal with it.

Dimensional Breaking Mission: Your existence is a cosmic middle finger to reality. Fixing broken timelines is your job now. Good luck.

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I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose as the system continued its tirade. "Great," I muttered under my breath. "More interdimensional bullshit to deal with."

"Interdimensional what?" Violet asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she glanced back at me. "What, you're predicting the apocalypse now? Or is it just more porno visions of me?"

"Don't tempt me," I shot back, trying to keep a straight face. "And for the record, if I was seeing "porno" visions of you, you'd be the first to know."

"Flattering," she said with a smirk, licking a crumb from her lip. "Just let me know if this 'prophet shit' starts getting in the way of breakfast."

"Not that I care, but at least the sentiment is there," Violet said as she, as always, took a cigarette seemingly out of nowhere and lit it up using the fire of the stove.

"Good to know your priorities are in order," I muttered, finally swiping the notification away.

Violet chuckled, turning back to the stove. "Damn right they are," she said, flipping something in the pan.

After whipping her breakfast, Violet plopped herself in the chair across from me, a cigarette between her lips. 

She took a drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke in my direction. "So… what's next?" she asked.

I leaned back in my chair, finishing the last bite of my meal. "Remember when I said something about interdimensions while you were cooking?"

"Yeah?" she said, raising an eyebrow as she dug into her food.

I smirked, letting the words hang for a moment before dropping the bomb. "We're going to another universe."

She froze mid-bite, her cigarette almost falling from her lips. Before she could respond, that obnoxious system decided to make its grand entrance, the mission board flashing in front of me like it owned the place.

==Mission Board==

Mission #2: My Hero Academia

Category: Main Mission

Objective: [Locked]

Status: To start.

Reward: [Locked]

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The system board disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving me with Violet staring at me, her jaw slightly open. 

Dragondamn, even when she was caught off guard, she was a fucking masterpiece. 

No makeup, bed hair, and those lips wrapped around a cigarette… all I could think about was shoving my cock in her mouth until she gagged.

"Well, shit," Violet finally said, snapping me out of my thoughts. She took another drag of her cigarette, her lips curling into a sly grin as she exhaled. 

"Wherever you go, I go. I signed up for excitement and cash, and so far, you're delivering. Not much to complain about here."

Violet wasn't the type to get fazed easily, and the fact that she was rolling with this interdimensional bullshit like it was just another Tuesday made her even hotter.

"Good," I said, standing up and stretching. "Because wherever we end up, things are probably going to get crazy."

Violet smirked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. Her panties barely covered anything, and she knew it. 

"Crazy's just another word for fun," she said. "And if it means more chances to see that 'prophet dick' in action, I'm all in."

After breakfast, Violet and I stood up and prepared for the mission; we put on our Red Ribbon uniforms and walked out of the CC house.

Once outside, Violet stretched lazily. Her sleeveless green Red Ribbon uniform clung to her figure, accentuating her curves as she yawned. 

While Violet had a nice personalized uniform, I was still stuck with the dust-brown uniform that made me look like I belonged in the background of some low-budget war movie.

"So," Violet started, her tone casual as she packed up the house capsule with a practiced flick of her wrist. 

She tucked it into her pocket, then stretched her arms over her head again, exposing just a hint of skin above her waistband. "How do we get to another universe?"

Good question. A really good question. I opened the mission board without answering, my eyes scanning the shitty system for a way to start the travel. 

After a while, I finally found out how to "Start the mission." I muttered just below a whisper.

The world shifted in an instant. A burst of light engulfed us, and the familiar cliffside overlooking Pilaf's ruined castle disappeared, replaced by a cold, desolate landscape. 

Snow blanketed the ground, the air biting and sharp, and the distant howl of wind echoed around us.

We were standing on a mountainside riddled with rocky terrain and drifts of snow. I shivered, pulling my shitty jacket tighter around me. Violet, however, didn't seem fazed. 

She pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a calm flick of her lighter. "Oh," she said simply, taking a drag, her expression as relaxed as ever.

'Thanks a lot, Dragon Bastard,' I thought bitterly, rubbing my hands together for warmth. 'You couldn't send us anywhere tropical?'

I started walking toward a nearby ledge, hoping to get a better sense of where the hell we were. 

As I approached, the landscape came into focus. In the distance, the sprawling skyline of Tokyo stretched out, its lights twinkling even from here.

"Oh," I said, echoing Violet's earlier reaction. "We must be on Mount Fuji. Ain't that a bundle of something."

I flicked my fingers for Violet to join me. "Come on."

"Hey!" Violet called, stomping over with a scowl. "I'm not a fucking dog for you to summon like that! I might be a bitch, but this bitch has a name, asshole." She came to stand beside me, glancing at the view. Her retort faded into a quiet, "Oh."

We both stared at Tokyo in the distance, the city's lights visible even from this far away. The silence stretched for a moment before Violet spoke again, her tone deadpan.

"I hate your guts with a passion."

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It took us two days to reach the outskirts of Tokyo. One day was spent hiking down Mount Fuji, the other riding Violet's sleek black bike. 

The ride was anything but boring. I spent most of the time groping Viole'ts boobs while I explained everything I knew about this universe to her during those long hours on the road.

"Quirks," I said, squeezing one of Violet's boobs as Violet leaned forward on the bike, her hair whipping in the wind. 

"They're genetic abilities, basically superpowers. Most people have them, but some don't. Around 80% of the population is born with a quirk."

"And let me guess," Violet said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "The people without quirks get the short end of the stick?"

"Bingo," I replied, gripping her hips as the bike took a sharp turn. "The hero system's supposed to help, but it's got its own set of issues. Corruption, elitism, all that fun stuff."

"Sounds like the RR army with a better PR," she muttered, her voice muffled by the engine's roar.

I laughed, squeezing her waist playfully. "I wouldn't say it is that bad, well, there were some BAD years... You know what, yeah, it sucks living here."

Throughout the journey, Violet kept asking sharp, biting questions about quirks, social dynamics, and hero culture. 

She had a knack for cutting through the bullshit and pointing out the cracks in the system. 

Between her questions, I couldn't resist messing with her. My hands wandered under her shirt, teasing her tits until she slapped me away with a scowl for pinching her nipples while on a sharp curve.

"Focus on not dying, dumbass," she growled, but there was a smirk tugging at her lips.

By the time we reached the outskirts of Tokyo, we were exhausted. The last stretch of the ride brought us to a small town on the city's edge, its quiet streets lined with modest houses and mom-and-pop shops. 

As Violet parked the bike, two kids playing nearby caught sight of us.

The older of the two pointed directly at me. "Aeh!, gaikokujin da! Kare, dekai!" he said, his voice high-pitched and excited. (Hey, look, a foreigner! He's huge!)

The younger kid's gaze shifted to Violet, his cheeks turning red. "Sore ni, ano onna... sekushii mitai. Yoru, kitto tsuyoku...," he said, trailing off with a giggle. (And that girl... she looks sexy. I bet he fucks her hard at night.)

Before I could even attempt to respond, they bolted down the street, laughing as they disappeared around a corner.

"What the fuck did they just say?" Violet asked, lighting another cigarette as she leaned against the bike. Her tone was sharp, but the amused smirk on her face said she wasn't too bothered to know what the kid said.

"I have no idea," I admitted, running a hand through my hair. "We don't speak Japanese, remember?"

"What is Japanese?" she muttered, exhaling a puff of smoke. "So, we're two foreigners in a world where we can't even read the damn signs. This is gonna be fun, isn't it?"

"Probably," I said with a grin, pulling out the mission board to see what fresh hell awaited us next.

==Mission Board==

Mission #2: My Hero Academia

Category: Main Mission

Objective: Defeat Star and Stripes or All for One.

Status: To start.

Reward: A quirk of choice.

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