Ichiro looking down at him and smiling.
Within seconds, the eyes of the figure shaped like Ichiro began to glow red and then it shape-shifted and change from Ichiro to a woman.
“She’s here!” he muttered to himself.
Illicit smiled as Hayashi stared at her for a brief moment and got back inside of the car and drove away.
“Humph! Well played, detective! Well played!”
BODY ( ボデ ィ )
Robert’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he desperately tried to hold onto Illicit’s hips as she rode him wildly. Robert gripped Illicit’s waist with his hands as hard as he could as he shut his eyes.
“Ahhh, shit! Fuckkkk!”
While Robert’s body erupted violently in pleasure, Illicit got up off of him and without saying a word, strolled her naked body to the outside of Robert’s balcony and began staring at the crimson moon that emerged out of the blue once again.
More than anything, the moon was a reminder of her beloved Hachiman and how he battled so many gods that it turned the moon red.
“It won’t be long, my love,” said Illicit. “Whatever I have to sacrifice, I’ll free you from that fleshly prison.”
Robert snorted a line of cocaine and took a shot of D’usse before staggering to the balcony with Illicit.
“The world is ours, baby,” said Robert. “The world and everything in it.”
Illicit chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” said Robert as he sprinkled another line of cocaine on the side of his hand.
“It’s amazing how small you mortals think,” said Illicit. “A world to a god is nothing but a prison when you consider the universe. But I have a plan on how I can take back everything I have lost, including this world. It’s time that I eliminate every obstacle that stands in the way of me and my beloved.”
While Illicit thought of Hayashi and how he had got in her way with David, Robert snorted another line up one of his nostrils within seconds. Then, he went to Illicit and responded in a coke-induced rant, “That’s what I been saying the whole time. We need to kill these bitches! I’m talking about eliminate everything that stands in our way. Kento, Inato, Fukushima! Every adversary we have that breathes.”
“We need a new oyabun,” said Illicit.
“I’m just the man for the job,” said Robert.
Illicit rubbed Robert on the face and smiled. "You misunderstand me! I mean you're going to help in the rise of the new oyabun.”
Robert slowly backed away from Illicit. "What the fuck are you talking about? If there’s anyone who deserves to be the king of these fuckin’ streets, it’s me. I should be controlling and running Japan after helping these fucks defend their own land. It’s not like they’re going to do it!”
Illicit burst out in laughter. “You can barely control yourself, much less your nasty habit. An oyabun has to be able to control himself if nothing else.”
Robert shook his head, “Then who are we trying to get to become the new oyabun?”
“Don’t worry about that for the moment. The only thing you need to be concerned with is following the orders that I give you.”
Robert smirked. “Orders, I don’t take orders from you!”
Illicit smiled as her eyes began to glow red. “On the contrary, my dear Robert. You have been taking orders from me since the day you were willing to sacrifice yourself for the crimson moon.”
“Fuck this!” said Robert as he turned around and began walking away from Illicit.
“Do you remember the story I told you about the blood moon?”
Robert fell to the floor suddenly and began bleeding from his nose and mouth as Illicit stood standing over him.
“Of course not! If it doesn’t have to do with pussy, cocaine or gambling, you aren’t interested. Let me enlighten you as to who's in control here."
Robert began coughing up blood and holding his throat as his veins began to