Jonathan Cruz, Topper, First Filipino Topper in History (saktongmanyak)

“JONATHAN! UGH! CAN YOU-UGH! PLEASE-UGH! GET TH-UGH! DOOR! I’M-UGH! BUSY!” You hear your mom shouts from the living room.

You’re in the room you and your mother sleep in, reading for the nth time a book you borrowed from the library called the ‘Undying Emperor’. If the grunts in between her shouts are any indication of what she’s busy with, it’s probably the recent Rank 69 Japanese tourist having his way with her. You rarely have anyone from the higher ranks in your slums here in Manila, other than the occasional tourist who just wants to have his way with the local lower ranks for fun. 69 is borderline high ranker, but Rank 70 and higher is what is considered high rank globally as it compromises the Top 15 percent of society. Your mother, a lowly Rank 33, can’t say no to having vaginal sex with anyone with a Rank 68 or higher though.

You slide the old tattered sheet that works as your divider from that room to the living room / kitchen / dining area. You see your mother getting fucked mercilessly by the Japanese tourist, Mr. Satoshi. This is his fourth time this week returning to use your mother. He’s fucking her roughly like he’s been doing the past few times. Your mother’s used to it by now though. This isn’t the first time, and probably not the last time, a tourist is using her roughly. Even low rankers like Rank 48s can ask her to makeout with them. She’s used to being treated like a sexual object.

You walk past them nonchalantly, to not draw the ire of the Rank 69. As an unranked individual who only just took the test before graduating high school, you’re still considered lower than him and must do his bidding outside of sexual favors, as paedophilia is still illegal. You hear another knock on the door and you decide to speed up, so as to not make the person behind the door wait; just in case it was another person of higher rank.

You open the door and you see a sophisticated woman with bodyguards right behind her.

If she has bodyguards, she isn’t just some random high ranker. She’s probably part of the Top 5% at least.

“Good morning. Mr. Jonathan Cruz?” she asks you politely, probably the most polite you’ve ever heard someone speak with you.

“Speaking.” You answer her.

“I’m Lisa Chen, Rank 88. I’m from the World Ranking Council.” She formally introduces herself before offering you her hand. She’s definitely being extremely polite to you for someone of higher rank. You’re not used to it at all. She’s wearing the World Government Official’s Pin on her lapel, as well as her security, so it seems she’s telling the truth. Those pins are hard to fake, hard to steal, and not worth risking a life sentence of hard labor or free use for.

“Your Ranking Test results have come in, and we would like to congratulate you on becoming the first Topper in over two decades; as well as the first Topper to ever be born from your country.” Lisa informed you. She continued speaking but everything became a buzz in your ear.

You’re a topper? That’s impossible! Especially with your public school education that the World Government uses to keep the low ranks to stay in the low ranks. You’d like to think that years of spending time in the library to escape the free use of your mother helped in that regard, but even the best primary and secondary education can only ensure you a Rank 55.

Your public school education aside, to be a Topper was thought to be impossible in the modern age. The last person to ever do it came from an elite boarding school, and her parents were both ranked in the high 90s.

‘To be a topper, you have to beat a topper.’, that was always the saying, and that’s why it was always thought to be close to impossible. As toppers are nigh immortal, they keep their spot unless someone beats their score in the Ranking test, or they choose to pass onto the after life. Only one topper in a century has ever chosen to relinquish his spot for ****.

You snap out of your disbelief induced trance. Lisa was still talking, but since you spaced out, you didn’t hear a word she said. It actually wasn’t her who snapped you out of your trance. It was the Japanese tourist who was obviously grunting in orgasm that you realize the power you currently have.

“The moment the test results were made official, I became a topper, correct?” You interrupt whatever Lisa was saying that you weren’t paying attention to.

“Yes. Mr. Cruz. No ceremony is necessary—” Lisa started explaining but you’ve heard all you needed to hear.

“You.” You direct to one of Lisa’s security guards. “Give me your gun.” You order him, and without hesitation he gives it to you.

You turn around looking at the tourist jerking off the rest of his cum on your mother’s exhausted body.

“Hey tourist!” You shout out to him. He turns towards you in anger, obviously not expecting to be interrupted in his free use activity.

“You have some nerve to talk to me like that kid.” He addresses you in perfect English. English being the World Government’s global language for communication, every country in the world has been required to use it as their main form of communication.

“STOP. FUCKING. MY. MOTHER.” You order him. The pent up anger rising out of you from the years of watching her being used and abused by the system.

“Don’t you know what my rank is, you unranked little shit!?” He shouts at you. It was at this time you raised the gun and pointed it straight at him. “Woah! Where’d you get that?” He reacts in surprise.

“My security detail gave it to me.” You tell him, before pointing at the people behind you.

“Mr. Cruz just became the first topper in over two decades.” Lisa informs the tourist. You can see the tourist look at her, his eyes darting from her to the security detail, and probably to the Official WG pins on their lapels and concluding in his mind that they were legit.

The fear immediately becomes apparent in his body language after that. He immediately kneels in contempt, and bows his head to the floor. As he kneels down, you see your mother on the floor, still unmoving after the rough treatment the tourist put her through. As used to it as she may be, it’s still probably an exhausting experience for her.

“I apologize, your excellency! I didn’t mean to shout at you so disrespectfully!” the tourist apologizes.

“I will forgive you under one condition.” You tell him.

“Thank you, your excellency! I’ll do whatever you ask!” He shouts in both fear and gratitude.

“Say her name.” You command him.

The tourist immediately raises his head, obviously having no idea of the answer.

“You’ve been back here four times this week, Mr. Satoshi. Even I know your name. You want to know why?” You pause, to give him time to answer, and he shakes his head in response.

“Because us brats of low ranked little shits have to show deference to those higher than us.” You explain to him.

“It’s time you show me and my mother the same courtesy, Mr. Satoshi.” You tell him.

“SAY.” You point the gun to his forehead.

“HER.” You pull the hammer down.

“NAME.” You put your finger on the trigger.

“Muh-muh-something. Maria?” Mr. Satoshi guesses.

You pull the trigger of the gun, your self-righteous anger having overflowed, wanting nothing but to splatter Mr. Satoshi’s brains all over the floor... but all the gun did was *click* when you did.

You pull the gun back from his forehead, and Mr. Satoshi lets out a long sigh of relief. Mistakenly laughing at his luck.

“Ms. Chen?” You call out to Lisa.

“Yes, Mr. Cruz?” She answers back.

“I don’t need a court’s approval to dole out punishments, correct?” You ask her.

“That is correct, Mr. Cruz.” Lisa confirms what you already knew.

“I sentence Mr. Satoshi to a life of free use to his fellow inmates at the New Manila Penitentiary. I’m sure they miss having a toy to play with.” You inform Lisa.

“As your will commands, Mr. Cruz.” Lisa responds before ordering the security detail to pick-up Mr. Satoshi from the floor.

“Your excellency, I got her name—” Mr. Satoshi tried to argue, but you cut him off.

“Her name’s Gloria.” you tell him.

“Your excellency! Please! I have a family!” He begs for you.

“I have family too, Mr. Satoshi.” You tell him, pointing to the passed out body of your mother.

“She’s of lower rank to me, your excellency! This is the way of the world!” He tried to reason out.

“You’re correct. THIS is the way of the world… tourist.” You emphasize your authority over him.

The security detail immediately dragged him from the floor from where he was kneeling towards his future life of servitude. Before they could drag him away from your house though, you took one last pleasure in letting him hear one more thing.

“Ms. Chen, I want to meet Mr. Satoshi’s wife. Please schedule a meeting when it’s convenient.”

Mr. Satoshi’s screams of terror fade away as your security detail drags him off towards his new life.