Nishi describes the potential options…

“I can think of three options off the top of my head, cheater,” Nishi said.

Bryce did not dispute the description. “Which are what, woman-who-deserves-punishment?”

“Cheater is more succinct,” Nishi noted.

“Indeed, but all the succinct descriptors were either arousing, for instance, ‘naughty bitch,’ or dick softeners, for instance, ‘****.’” Bryce pointed out, guiding the van through traffic carefully and not looking at Nishi. It was rough, she was beautiful, smart and intensely sexual. He also hated her and wasn’t thrilled with himself for wanting her.

“Speak for yourself. Both get me plenty hard,” Nishi said, sweeping aside the remnants of her skirt so he could see, if he’d chosen to look.

“You had locations we could find your…victims?” Bryce asked, redirecting the conversation to the professional grounds he was most comfortable with.

“You’re more fun with the doctor around. Now there’s a woman who knows how to have fun and how to **** a bitch. It’s a shame she doesn’t have any superpowers, I’d have enjoyed taking her, but maybe she’ll be more use than just as a doc, if you know what I mean. After all, the Indian Weakling was clearly nearby and breaking him was a hell of a lot of fun. I bet he’s only gotten better.”

“The locations?” Bryce repeated.

“Fine. The first is obviously your house. There’s five weaklings there.”

“Weaklings?” Bryce asked, diverted.

“Oh, they were weak, which is why they were mine to use as I liked. The strong fuck the weak. It’s a simple truth of nature. Others may choose to hide behind a civilization that exalts the weak and protects them from being fucked, used and sold by the strong, but this has only produced a world of weaklings.”

“Interesting philosophy. Insane, but useful and it explains much of your actions. I will keep it in mind. Now, the other locations?”

“Fine. There’s a brothel about two hundred miles from here. They have a number of the weaklings and do a brisk trade in pimping them out to those who were too weak to defeat even such weaklings. We could take them easily enough.”

“And the last?” Bryce asked.

“Choose some people and have me convert them. I don’t follow up with most of the weaklings. Why would I, they’ve proven themselves too weak to be useful? The only reason that I know about the brothel is that the madame has superpowers, so I was planning to pay her a visit on my next birthday. Show her how weak she is, then spend the day disporting with past conquests. It would have been a fun day. Now, I guess it could be a honeymoon…”

Ultraboy almost smiled at that, then cursed himself for that impulse.