ALL NOVEL Chapter 223: Porn is an effective strategy {131}
Akaishi, beaten and bruised, prepared to use the last of his power to heal himself. But before he could fully focus, an ad blasted from the background:
"Hey you, yes you! Haven't you heard? Brazzers is free... yes, FREE!"
The absurdity of the ad echoed in Akaishi's mind, and with those last words, his powers flickered out, leaving him vulnerable. The next moment, he felt Ikki and Vice's combined strength crush his chest. A surge of immense force tore through him, his ribs shattering under the weight of their attack. The light in his eyes began to fade as his body crumpled to the ground, broken beyond repair.
But even in his dying moments, Akaishi wasn't ready to surrender. Channeling all the remaining energy Gifu had bestowed upon him, he concentrated it into a single point—his finger. As his body disintegrated in a violent explosion, that lone finger shot through the air with unimaginable speed, unnoticed by Ikki and the others amidst the chaos.
In the streets, a random civilian was walking home, oblivious to the events unfolding miles away. He yawned, stretching lazily, not realizing that this mundane act would seal his fate. The flying finger shot into his open mouth, lodging itself deep in his throat. He gagged, clutching his neck as his body began to twist and contort unnaturally.
Pain surged through him as his flesh morphed, his very essence being erased, replaced by something far more sinister. In mere seconds, his appearance transformed, aging rapidly until the man was unrecognizable. Where once stood a random civilian, now stood Akaishi, revived but weakened.
Panting, he stumbled forward, his body trembling with exhaustion. Though he was alive, he could feel the fragility of this new vessel—barely capable of containing his power. He would need time to recover before reporting back to Lord Gifu.
As he turned to leave, he heard a soft voice call out, "Ren, are you okay?"
Akaishi turned to see a young woman approaching him, her eyes filled with concern. Without thinking, his hand shot out, grabbing her by the throat. He could feel the life force within her, the vitality coursing through her veins, and in a moment of cold calculation, he drained her completely. Her body withered in his grasp, skin tightening and hollowing as her life was stolen away. He tossed her desiccated corpse to the ground, a mere husk of what she had been.
He took a step forward, but something caught his eye—a ring on her finger. Her slightly swollen belly hinted at what she had been carrying, and it all came crashing down on him. This woman had been pregnant. The weight of his actions hit him like a sledgehammer, and a tear slid down his cheek.
His own hand began to rise to his throat, tightening in an effort to strangle him, the original owner of the body fighting back against the atrocities Akaishi had committed. The struggle was brief but intense, the body's last act of defiance before being fully consumed by Akaishi's twisted will.
He stood there for a moment, staring down at the lifeless remains of the woman he had killed. His heart, blackened with corruption, remained unfazed, yet a small part of him—long buried under layers of darkness—felt a flicker of remorse. It was quickly extinguished as he walked away, determined to regain his strength and serve Gifu once more, leaving the tragic scene behind.
At the Weekend base, Aaron stretched, cracking his neck and leaning back in his chair as he watched the aftermath of the battle unfold on the screen. He noticed the small flicker of movement as Akaishi's finger escaped unnoticed. "Tch, this bastard just refuses to die," Aaron muttered under his breath, though he remained unconcerned. Akaishi was far too weak in his current state to pose any threat.
Aaron smirked as he stood up, rolling his shoulders. "Well, the plan worked like a charm. Guess today we learned a valuable lesson, folks. To anyone who says porn is a waste of space and time, they're dead wrong. As we've seen today, it's an amazing tool for combat strategy."
Ikki and Daiji, who had been listening through their earpieces, shuddered in disbelief. They couldn't deny it—Aaron had successfully weaponized porn ads to help them win the fight. It was ridiculous, but somehow, it worked.
"So, Daiji," Aaron continued, clearly enjoying himself, "do not be ashamed of busting a nut to justice."
Daiji remained silent, wondering why he was catching stray comments like this. He wasn't even part of this madness, yet here he was, getting roasted.
"And Ikki," Aaron added, his teasing tone turning more mischievous, "maybe now you can finally gain some experience. You know, for when you try it on that friend of yours."
Even though Aaron couldn't see him, he could tell Ikki was blushing furiously, embarrassed beyond belief.
Aaron wasn't done yet. His attention turned to Sakura, who had been quiet, though clearly agitated for reasons other than the fight. "And Sakura," he said, turning the charm dial all the way up, "I'd feel honored if you'd like a one-on-one session with me, you know, to recreate some of those videos. You're invincible, after all. Wonder if that applies in the bedroom."
His tone was teasing, but it left Sakura completely flustered. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red than before, the heat from her embarrassment nearly radiating off of her. She tried to hide it, but Aaron's comment hit her right in the gut, and she was left speechless.
As Aaron walked away with a cocky grin, completely oblivious to how red Sakura had turned, George just chuckled to himself. The absurdity of Aaron using porn ads as a strategy was something not many people would even think of, let alone execute. "That Aaron fellow," George muttered, amused, "he's one of a kind."
His eyes then went toward another result he had gotten from his studies on the man anatomy...
"oh...how interesting"
Genta watched Aaron leave the room, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Special" didn't even begin to cover it, but one thing was for sure—results spoke louder than methods.
A/N....DO NOT ASK about how many ads I had to watch