Chapter 2.0: No Gamma Ethics

Monica surveyed the carnage, her expression one of tired acceptance. Violence had become so routine it no longer fazed her. "Vossy’s more capable than I thought," she muttered. "Maybe sharing the city is a possibility after all." She stepped through the train car door, her mind racing. "Manipulation’s not enough; dominance has to be demonstrated too. Roaring at danger, as he says."

The Roar to Sex

Inside the next car, Alexander and Mefiel stood over the last Atom Corporation soldiers, their bodies limp in growing pools of blood. Monica smirked, a sudden idea sparking in her mind. "Time to return the favor to Vossy," she thought, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Without hesitation, she approached Alexander, unbuckling his belt with swift precision. He arched a brow but made no move to stop her. Before either could react further, Monica knelt and took him into her mouth, her movements deliberate and commanding.

Alexander groaned, his fingers tightening into fists. "Monica! Ahh… your tongue… it’s incredible!" he gasped.

Mefiel, who had been observing with casual indifference, burst into laughter, his spinning rings glowing with amusement. "Oh, how the tables have turned, Red! Looks like you’re the one being handled now!"

Monica worked with practiced skill, her pace relentless. She glanced up, locking eyes with Alexander. "Now, who’s the dominant one? Hmm? Vossy?"

Mefiel doubled over in laughter, twisting his rings gleefully. "That’s it, Monica! Leave him drier than an old sewer pipe!"

Alexander’s voice trembled as he moaned. "Damn it, Monica! You… you’re amazing!" His hips involuntarily thrust forward as he succumbed to her ministrations.

Monica pulled back for a moment, a teasing smile curling her lips. "And you’ve got a cock that keeps growing… it’s like a weapon all its own." She giggled before resuming, her tempo increasing until Alexander’s control finally shattered.

With a shuddering cry, Alexander climaxed, his release filling her mouth. Monica swallowed every drop with a satisfied hum, pulling away with a loud pop. She licked her lips, gazing up at him with a mix of playfulness and triumph. "Mmm… You’ve got a unique taste, Vossy."

Standing, she tugged his pants back up and smoothed her skirt. "I won this round, and got my revenge."

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Alexander stared at her, his expression unreadable, though a flicker of admiration glinted in his eyes. "My parents always said to look for someone who could challenge me. Maybe you’re that someone."

The Divine Unethical

Their moment was interrupted by Mefiel, who had been watching the entire encounter with unfiltered fascination. "AGAIN?!" they exclaimed, while his rings spinning erratically and funny.

Monica rolled her eyes. "I still don’t understand why you’re so interested in these acts."

Mefiel shrugged. "No laws, no human rights. It’s fascinating to see how humans normalized even the most taboo behaviors."

Monica and Alexander exchanged bemused glances. Together, they asked, "What’s ethics?"

Mefiel groaned, muttering under his breath. "Explaining ethics in a world without rights is pointless. Forget it." He shook his head, his rings dimming momentarily.

GAMMA FUSION MASTERY

Pushing past the moment, Monica and Alexander entered the next train car. With a simple touch to her secretary outfit, Monica activated her Gamma Fission Armor, its sleek, glowing design enveloping her body. With newfound precision, she unleashed a barrage of energy, obliterating Atom Corporation soldiers in a brilliant display of fusion and gamma-powered destruction.

Amid the carnage, Monica stumbled upon a broken katana, its blade darkened with residual negative energy. She held it up, intrigued. Alexander stepped forward, his tone instructional. "You can repair that using your fusion and gamma energies. But you’ll need to channel them positively, focusing on restoration rather than destruction."

Monica furrowed her brow, skeptical yet determined. Slowly, she concentrated, her hands trembling as she pushed gamma energy through the corroded metal. The blade resisted at first, but she persisted, her will overpowering the negativity embedded in the weapon. A glow emerged as the katana began to reform, its surface shimmering with combined gamma and fusion energy.

With a triumphant shout, Monica held the restored weapon aloft. "YES! I’M THE BEST!" Her excitement got the better of her, and a careless swing of the katana tore a hole in the train wall, slicing through several distant nebulae and galaxies in the process. "Oops," she muttered, watching the cosmic aftermath of her mistake.

Mefiel spun his rings joyfully. "You’re unstoppable, Monica! Absolutely incredible!"

Alexander clapped slowly, his expression one of quiet pride. "Impressive work. Now let’s see how you handle live targets."

Hover cars filled with cyber-mobsters and Yakuza agents from the Double Dragon gang approached in the distance, their weapons glinting ominously.

Alexander grinned. "Time to test that new katana, Monica. Oh, and one more thing…" He gestured to her armor. "It’s adaptable. You can amplify it further. Go on, demon. Show them your roar."

Monica nodded, her confidence soaring. Together with Mefiel, she charged into battle, cutting down their enemies with ruthless efficiency. The mobsters’ screams echoed as Monica’s katana sliced through flesh and steel alike, while Mefiel unleashed a devastating barrage of energy blasts, leaving little but ash in their wake.

When the dust settled, Monica stood amid the wreckage, her armor unscathed. She smirked, admiring the absolute invulnerability it afforded her. "Not a scratch. Amazing."

Mefiel spun his rings in a victory dance. "We did it! YEAH!"

Alexander stepped forward, his grin widening. "Excellent work, both of you. Now let’s claim our prize."

They moved to the next train car—the cargo hold—where treasures awaited to be plundered.