Their date-rapist PR Director.

Johanne Kreuer.

Their date-rapist of a PR head. That bastard was used to using his handsome looks to get what he wants, and refuses to understand that when a lady says 'no', she means 'no'.

His place was actually a bit of a trek across Neo-Detroit. He lived in the upscale neighborhood where there was a security gate and guards patrolling regularly. Living, human guards. That made it slightly more of a challenge to get in his home unnoticed, but not by much with ninja stealth training. Even if I only have Genin-level classification currently, I was trained by my father, a modern-day cyber-ninja, for a few years before he died. This was my roots. Genin-level ability is enough for now.

After managing to sneak to Johanne's very nice house, I was almost regretting what I was about to do here. This is such a nice neighborhood. Shame it's about to get a very rude wake-up call what kind of predator it's been letting live among them for the last six years. As for the bastard's cyber-security, much to my surprise, he was actually using the cyber-security the community itself used. Huh, so I guess even Johanne knew better than to try and rely on Shaw's utter shit programming skills. Still didn't make it that much harder for me to pay him a little late-night B&E visit any more than sneaking unnoticed into his gated community, though.

For this one, I chose to bring out the hand cannon I 'acquired' from Not-nuts, modified using some of my tech trees to enhance it, while adding my own special twists to its design. A silencer capable of dampening the deafening boom of every trigger pull. An adjustable setting for swapping ammo types by adding their effects upon the rounds entering the chamber. An extended mag clip using Cybertronian dimensional folding tech to increase from merely firing 25 .50mm caliber rounds before needing to reload and increasing it to nearly eight times the magazine capacity to a whopping 200 round capacity. Armor-piercing velocity straight from the chamber, even without using AP Rounds.

And that's on the low-tech end of its modifications at my hands.

It also now has a IFF function in terms of usage. If an unauthorized wielder tries to fire it, not only will it not do so, but a series of blades will pop out of the handle grip, shredding the hand of the offending would-be thief and leaving them with just a bloody stump where their hand used to be. On top of that, it also has a ballistic co-processor built in that links to said registered user's retinal display HUD, allowing them to see the exact trajectory of every bullet they fire, including it's ricochet path as a phantom line within their sight.

So I'll always know where my bullets go before I even fire them.

As I sneaked into the family-sized suburban home, I saw that Johanne wasn't alone, much to my surprise. In fact, I found him right in the middle of getting ready to perform a forced one-way sideways tango with what looked to be a woman from the neighborhood. She looked of Asian descent, with Auburn-brown, golden-amber eyes, and a buxom, curvaceous figure that was surprisingly hidden beneath some loosely fitted clothes in the form of an office blouse and a pencil skirt, the later of which along with her panties are currently on the ground with a rip along the seams. Clearly torn off her with more force than necessary in a clear rush.

..and she looked like she wasn't fully cognizant.

Oh, HELL NAW! Not happening. Not here, not now. Especially not with that micro-dick that's barely the size of a thimble with testicles the size of peas. And especially not on my watch.

Aika P.O.V. Shift

...why?

...why did something this horrible have to happen to me?

I moved here to this housing after learning enough money to do so. I worked my ass off to support myself after my parents passed away in a gang war a few years back. My life was supposed to be starting to go right again.

And then my rich billionaire next-door neighbor drugged me and decided to force himself upon me while I was too out of it to fight back or force him off me.

Isn't he married?

Isn't she supposed to take care of his physical needs?

And the worst part of all, as I can feel him tear my panties along with my skirt off, ripping them both in the process, isn't the betrayal, the heartache, or even the terror of the experience.

No, it's the fact my virginity that has been protected and preserved for the last twenty-three years of my life is about to be forcibly taken by a bite-sized micro-dick that's too small to even make me feel anything.

I am something of a size queen. I freely and openly admit to being a size queen. Hell, I even got a modified body scanner program in my retinal implants that I set specifically to measure a guy's dick size, just to see if they'd be worth my time. Which is why I already knew Johanne Kreuer was not worth it. I even did a check, and his little thimble-prick should not be that small naturally, which means he did some juicing back in the day, and is paying for it now.

Just great. For once, just once, I want a damned break!

As if some higher power agreed to answer my silent plea, Johanne suddenly halted in place as a looming figure grabbed the man by the head, his large meaty fingers gripping his head so hard, the German-Jew's skin was visibly bruising as his face paled from my savior's intervention.

"I knew you were a date-rapist piece of shit back in college, Johanne. But to think you'd still try this shit when Ana dumped your ass to become my woman due to that micro-dick of yours failing to satisfy her properly."

Johann'es face, from what little I could clearly make out from whatever he drugged me with, went white as a sheet as he suddenly whimpered in genuine, pants-shitting terror with a single word question.

"...Neumann?"

"Bingo." Suddenly Johanne is manhandled off of me and I hear a series of strangled and muffled noises as my would-be-rapist is dragged away and a few unholy shrieks of pain sound off as a wet- metallic smell hits my nose, as the muffled screams continue for a few moments that seem to stretch into eternity, before I felt a heavy 'thud' as his muffled screams of agony increase to a soprano pitch that I didn't even know a human throat could make.

After a few more minutes, I see my would be savior return and-OH MY GOD HE FUCKING HOT!

As I lay here, barely able to move, my lower body having been completely exposed to his eyes, and his big, hefty build standing in front of me, all I could see in his gaze was neither disgust, nor desire. But merely concern and worry as he looked closer to me and checked my eyes.

"...would you like me to get you to safety? Do you want me to take you home? Blink once for yes, twice for no."

I blink twice, pause, then blink twice again. This whole community was supposed to be safe. There weren't supposed to be any dangers within its walls. What a load of utter bullshit! Johanne was a fucking rapist! He drugged me, was about to force himself on me, and yet he was considered a 'safe community member'!? I can't even trust the security here not to also be in on this.

"...are you sure?"

Forcing myself to move, despite the drug-induced paralysis, I move my mouth, forcing myself through sheer will and spite to speak. Reaching out desperately, I barely manage to find a weak grip on his hand checking me over.

"p...pws...pweash....don' eeve m...ahon..."

"...alright. I've got a safe place I can take you. A friend's there. She can help look after you."

I can feel him lifting me up after carefully, wrapping a blanket around my lower body to protect my dignity and modesty. What's left of them anyway. I can feel myself being lifted in a bridal carry, making me blush somewhat as I use my scanner on him out of habit and-!

OH MY GOD!! THAT WOULD BE BIG ON A FUCKING HORSE!!

As soon as I saw the reading, I felt blood rush to my nose as I passed out from the sheer dirty thoughts that suddenly overwhelmed my mind, and knew no more of what happened as lewd dreams of what rewards I'd be giving my savior...

Third-person P.O.V. Shift

As Novak started carrying a now blushing and passed-out Aika who had a nosebleed, much to his confused concern, he passed by the whimpering and disfigured form of Johanne Kreuer, The heavy thud from minutes before was the result of Johanne Junior getting shot off with a silenced .50mm caliber hand-cannon round, enhanced with EMP settings to make the zaps enhance the pain receptors in his implants, and his face had been shredded with what almost looked like metal claws from some deranged madman's attempt at pulling an Edward Scissorhands and botching the attempt something fierce.

He was still alive when Novak left, but thirty minutes later, he died from the hemorrhagic shock of his combined injuries. When the community's guards found him the next morning after a report noted the signs of struggle from his neighbor Aika Kiryu's home and his own conspicuous silence, they entered his house to find his hours-cold body.

And painted on his wall next to him, written in his own blood, was a message, just like the two others of his old friends...

'Six Days.'

(A/N:, for anyone who gets the reference to Aika's identity, you are a true (wo)man of culture. For those who don't know, she's based on Aika Kiryu from Highschool DxD. She's basically the local multiversal doppelganger of her in my story. So she both is and yet isn't the same woman. As for her perversion and big dick fetish...some things are just universal across the multiverse. Let's leave it at that.)