Winter X043

Chapter 6

“I always wondered why your suit is the most revealing among all the heroes,” said Mistletoe as he wiped his chin. “A hero suit that exposed your muscular chest, nipples, and abs?”

His fingers walked up the panting hero’s washboard abs. “You must be a kinky man,” teased the villain. “No one would ever dress like that.”

Without warning, the villain climbed over the hero’s body. Encased In his green tights, his butt cheeks pressed against the hero’s growing crotch, and his legs wrapped around the muscular back. Like a cat, he leaned into the hero’s thick muscular neck and licked the sweat off.

Renegade tried to lean his head as far away from the handsome villain, and he pulled hard against his binds but to no avail. This perverted villain began vigorously consuming his salty sweat from his sensitive neck up to the back of his ears. The hero let out soft muffled moans as the thick beard tickled his neck.

“So sweet. So salty,” whispered Mistletoe as he enjoyed his manly meal “The musk, the pheromones. Must consume everything.”

His hands stroked his captive hero’s rippled abs, and his butt rubbed against the hardening cock below him. “So sexy…” moaned the villain as he felt the rod below him press back against his ass.

Renegade could hardly focus anymore. The smell of the underwear on his face was driving him crazy. It smelled so good. It tasted so good. Unconsciously, he bit down on the soiled underwear and savored the musky taste, rolling his eyes up in pleasure. “Oh… God…”

“Yes… take it all in,” laughed Mistletoe. His powers were working. “You are falling deeper and deeper under my control.”

Renegade struggled to listen as Mistletoe explained, “After consuming the sweat from your used towel, my body reverse-engineered brainwashing pheromones specifically to overwrite yours.”

Mistletoe caressed the entranced hero’s face with his hand. “Each time you taste and smell me, you will desire me even more.”

Renegade’s eyes glassed over slightly. Despite his awareness of the brainwashing element in the super villain’s scent, it was too late. They had already released desires that didn’t even exist before. It was getting harder to think and fight with each breath.

“Mmpff!!” Renegade moaned shamelessly in his gag. He felt so hot and hard below. He knew his groin was bulging through his spandex tights, but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted the person sitting on him. He didn’t care if another man was turning him on, arousing him so much, or that he was sinking deeper into the brainwashing.

“My scent should be intoxicating to you right now. You will be drunk with lust for me. Soon you will be lost in them. You will do anything I say.”

Renegade glared back with teary eyes. He knew this was not a battle he could fight for long.

Mistletoe grinned hungrily. In one quick movement, he ripped off the gag and dove in to kiss the hero. His tongue wrapped around the Renegade’s, savoring the taste of the hero’s saliva and his own musk. The pheromones in his saliva sent the muscular stud’s senses into a wild frenzy.

Renegade’s eyes rolled up in shock. He never even imagined that a kiss could feel this good, even better than the first one. He felt Mistletoe moan into his mouth, feeling the man’s breath mixing with his. As their tongues continued to intertwine, tremors of pleasure quaked through his whole body, eroding his will and resistance. His dick raged with lust and swelled to its full length underneath his suit.

As Mistletoe broke off the mind-blowing kiss, Renegade was shaking and sweating, shocked and confused. “I-I can’t,” his voice droned. He panted with an effort to keep himself from begging the villain for more.

Seeing the handsome stud dazed out in a stupor, Mistletoe wiped off the drool of the corner of the hero’s mouth. “Your sense of taste, sense of smell. Carrying my lusty pheromones to your brain. What are they telling you?”

“No…”

He leaned down and kissed the hero’s exposed nipple. The muscular form trembled beneath with a loud gasp. He cannot admit it! He’s Renegade! Prodigy sidekick of Jaguar.

“Telling you that you want more?”

“Please… N-no”

He licked the hero’s sweat off his sweet and sensitive nubs, moistening them with his saliva. The ensnarled hero twitched and wriggled weakly in his binds, moaning softly. God! Why? This feels too good! Even better than with Diana?! Is this wrong?

“Telling you that you want all of this?”

“Oooh… fuck!”

Mistletoe’s hand reached back to stroke the hero’s thick erect member. It was long, hard, and throbbed painfully in the tight suit. “So big…” he whispered a warm breath over Renegade’s exposed nipple. The hero stuttered with pleasure.

“Telling you that all you want this Christmas is Mistletoe?”

Renegade looked at the man in front of him with conflicted emotions. Who was this man? Who and why? Why do I… want him?

The villain cupped his hands over the hero’s member and could feel that large organ pulsing and trembling with desire. The lust and heat emanating from his hero were exhilarating. Mistletoe’s chest heaved heavily with the intensity, reflecting his captive. He could feel the hips below him thrusting into his stroking palm, the cock desperate for release.

Then Mistletoe wrapped his lips around Renegade’s nipple and began to suck and roll his tongue all around the erotic spot.

“Urgh!”

That aroused the hero beyond understanding. His entire body tensed up, and his powerful muscular torso twisted and turned, displaying the pure, raw masculinity of the superhero. His legs tightened with the impending release. Oh god! How much he wanted this man. Needed this man.

Mistletoe could feel the hot dick throbbing like crazy in his hand. He watched lustfully as his captive’s face turned red, and his body trembled. Veins on his neck popped out.

“ARGH!! Ohh! Muf! Oh, God!” Renegade let out a stifled moan of pleasure as the young hero experienced one of the most intense orgasms in his life. His entire body tensed up and held rigidly still for ten long, pleasurable seconds before sagging back into his chair, with his arms strained and spread out.

Mistletoe smiled as his hand felt the sticky wet release seep out from his suit.

“Tell me, my hero. What are the voices in your head telling you?”

“AlI I want,” Exhausted from his ejaculation, his glazed eyes looked up at the man who was resting on top of his muscular body. No… Renegade… no! You can’t!

Renegade panted back softly, drowned in his lust. “All I… w-want… want is…”

He bit down on his lips as he threw his head back behind his tied-up arms. The humiliation had destroyed whatever self-confidence the straight hero had. A shaky whisper could be heard, “… you.”

“Good hero,” chuckled Mistletoe.

Chapter 7

Mistletoe got off the hero’s panting body. The young man lying on the chair was so tall and sexy. His long arms stretched up above his head, showing off his hairy pits through the slits in his suit. His muscular legs were spread open. Renegade was drained from his first mind-blowing orgasm despite his superhuman endurance. His muscular chest heaved heavily in post-orgasmic bliss, breathing in the brainwashing pheromones in the musky air.

“This feels exactly like Christmas morning,” laughed Mistletoe.

He slowly pulled the dark blue trunks along the black leggings, revealing a fly below. The hero was still dazed from his blissful orgasm and struggled slightly. His heroic ego briefly returned. “W-what are you doing?”

“Time to open my present!” smiled Mistletoe as he slowly pulled down the zipper.

“No… please… Mistletoe…” the hero protested weakly, despite knowing that his body already belonged to the man in front of him.

“My… my… my…” said the astonished villain as he saw what the hero was hiding. “Someone’s really kinky.”

Renegade blushed red with shame. Underneath his suit, he wore a sexy blue-black G-string. A large letter “R” was printed on the front pouch symbolizing his hero’s name. It was the surprise he had been saving for his girlfriend that evening. The piece of skimpy undergarment now stank of the hero’s thick, musky cum. “T-that’s… That’s not for… you!”

“Oh! Thank you, my love!” Mistletoe’s eyes glistered as he admired the skimpy underwear and the thick sexy glutes it failed to conceal. “This is so hot! I love it!”

Renegade wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from sheer embarrassment. He groaned in shame again, “No…”

“Wow, it even comes off easily,” said the villain, as he pulled the G-string off the hero’s waist.

“No! Fuck!” Renegade turned back quickly and pulled on his bonds again. His cum-covered dick bounced out free into the cold air. His large balls hung low at the edge of the chair. With his privates exposed, his heroic ego renewed its struggle against the induced lust. “You… You won’t get away with this.”

Mistletoe ignored the hero’s threats as he put the soiled garment near his nose. “Oh… you smell so good.” With a flicker of his tongue, he tasted the hero’s salty semen. “So delicious.” With that, his eyes fell back onto the hero’s thick veiny cock.

The hero watched as the villain peeled off his green polo tee. He knew he should have felt horrified, but instead, a sense of eager anticipation grew within him. His proud, heroic ego quickly dissipated. He wanted to see what this beautiful man looked like.

The villain had a well-muscled body with a clearly defined torso. A thick mat of black fur covered his chest and abs, beautifully distributed across the villain’s body. An alluring treasure trail traced down his belly button.

Renegade swallowed hard. Although not as muscled as a bodybuilder or a superhero, Mistletoe was a very attractive and hot man.

As the villain removed his green tights, his revealed penis stood proudly erect in the pheromone-filled booth. “Let’s have some fun, my hero.”

Renegade felt his cock begin to spring alive, growing back to its full length of over 9 inches. The combination of the sexy naked villain and the newly released musk aroused the hero. Whatever musk that was previously kept under Mistletoe’s tight-fitting shirt and tights permeated the air, thickening it with lust and desire. With each breath, Renegade could feel his body heat rising.

His mind began to lose focus again. He could yell for help, but why wasn’t he? He couldn’t help it. It smelled too good. The man looked too good. Everything was too good to stop!

As the naked villain leaned in again, Renegade pushed his body against the back of the chair, away from the villain’s brainwashing scent, “P-Please…” The lustful musk overwhelmed the hero’s mind. “God… No…”

Mistletoe smiled as he hopped back onto the hero’s rippled torso. His bare glutes rested on the hero’s navel. His dick slapped against the hero’s rippled abs, leaking a thin strand of pre-cum. Renegade’s eyelids fluttered as the smell of his captor got even closer to him.

Not letting up any of the pressure, Mistletoe leaned in close to the captive stud and raised his toned arms into the air, revealing two thick bushes of black hair just inches from the hero’s face.

An explosion of sweet manly musk invaded the struggling hero’s nose. Renegade’s mind instantly went blank from the pheromone overdose. His eyes rolled back as he let out a pleasurable moan while wearing a dopey smile, “Aah….”

“You know you want it.” tempted Mistletoe.

The villain felt the first contact on his pit. Warm and wet.

Oh yes… Oh yes! He finally got the man he had lusted after right where he wanted.

The worship intensified as the hero fell deeper into a mindless trance. Nothing else mattered. He knew he should be disgusted licking and tasting the thick black hair, but he could only feel satisfaction and comfort. His head bobbed against the pits, licking the villain’s sweat off vigorously. The thick hair brushed against the hero’s nose, lips, and chin.

The intoxicating taste of the sweat excited the hero so much that his cock stood painfully erect again, dying for the villain’s touch. All Renegade wanted was to savor the musky sweat of his captor… His captor? How could this man be his captor if his mind and body desire him so much? His scent, his taste, his body.

Mistletoe let out an intense moan as the handsome masked face practically buried itself into his hairy pit, slurping up his intoxicating pheromones. He felt the hero’s thick and long dick bouncing against the crack of his naked butt again and again with each throb.

This was so hot! So hot to have one of the sexiest heroes in the city lusting for him so badly.

While Renegade was devouring his pit, he took the hero’s soiled G-string and started stroking his own cock with it. The wet and smooth material felt like heaven on his dick. His pre-cum seeped into the moist underwear, mixing their musk.

Heaving with pleasure, Mistletoe looked down on the dazed stud worshipping his body. His other hand reached behind the hero’s head and firmly guided the moaning mouth across his furry chest.

Renegade felt the comfort of the warm manly fur as it brushed against his face roughly yet sensually. His tongue licked hungrily, leaving a trail of saliva along the hairy chest.

His lips soon found the soft spot on the villain’s chest: the nipples. Oh, how he dug in and suckled the tits of man he desired so much. He heard a deep moan in response. The taste, the sweat, the approval! His dick throbbed with satisfaction.

The hand slowly guided his face across the villain’s sexy chest and into the untouched musky pit, much to the whimpering hero’s delight.

“Ohh…,” moaned Mistletoe with his eyes closed. The incredible sensation of a hero’s tongue licking his nipples and pits felt too amazing for the villain.

On the other hand, the overload of musk was driving the hero insane. The villain’s sweaty pits and nipples tasted sweeter than honey. Renegade jolted as he felt a hand caressing his smooth, muscular pecs. The fingers scrabbled around to find his soft sensitive nipples.

“Mmmpf,” he let out sensually as his dark luscious nubs were plucked and twisted. It felt like a thousand fireworks exploded in his chest. He moaned loudly in the villain’s bushy pit. “O-oh, mmphf, g-god! M-more!”

Mistletoe slowly lifted his arms away from the man as if teasing the hero. “No… noo…,” whimpered Renegade as he leaned as far forward as he could toward the pits. A look of disappointment wracked the hero’s face.

“Oh, my love. You look so cute,” Mistletoe smiled as his thumb brushed the flustered cheeks. “Here, you can suckle on this.”

The villain shoved the cum-stained G-string into the hero’s mouth. A sharp pungent smell of cum flooded his mouth and nose. He saw white as he was dosed with a potent amount of brainwashing pheromones mixed with his own cum. The zonked-out hero let out a muffled slur, “Mmmmm…”

Mistletoe knew Renegade was beyond drunk on his aphrodisiac musk. He could feel the hero’s large twitching cock bobbing against his lower back rhythmically as the hero raced towards his next release. “Oh yes, my hero. You know you can’t resist the taste.”

With that, the villain pinched and twisted the hero’s dark nipples violently, sending intense pain and pleasure rocketing into the hero’s pleasure centers. The sudden attack on his body caused Renegade’s eyes to shoot wide open and his teeth to clench down on the gag. A burst of musk filled his entire nasal cavity, blinding the hero in an array of rainbow colors.

“MMMMMPFF!” screamed the gagged hero as his powerful hips flexed and thrust intensely into the air, lifting the villain atop his muscular frame. His cock throbbed as it burst a second load upwards onto the villain’s naked back. Mistletoe grinned with ecstasy as he felt the hero’s warm semen spray onto his hairy back.

Exhausted, the hero slumped back down onto his chair, panting profusely, eyes completely glazed over from his intense release.

Mistletoe admired the beautiful man resting between his hairy thighs as he removed the soaking wet G-string from the hero’s mouth. This was sexy beyond his wildest expectations, and it was only going to get more erotic.

Chapter 8

Renegade closed his eyes as he rested in his binds, exhausted. His jaws were sore from licking the manly pit and clenching his teeth on the gag. In his mind, all he could see was Mistletoe’s charming, bearded face. He could feel the villain rubbing their sweaty bodies together, his own smooth muscular body against the villain’s furry and toned body.

The manly smell. The musky scent. So good. So overwhelming.

Renegade felt something slap against his chin. He opened his eyes and the warm hair-covered skin was right in his face. His eyes widened with renewed lust.

His warm breath enveloped the wrinkled skin in front of his mouth. The villain’s hairy balls slapped against his chin again as he inched closer to the hero’s face. The smell was overpowering.

“Yes!” Renegade dove in instantly as he realized what was in front of him. He needed this so badly. His tongue caressed the hairy ring around the villain’s wrinkled pucker. The musk lustfully reflooded all his senses.

He heard his villain let out a series of moans. He felt a surge of excitement from the approval. His eager tongue licked and rolled and probed the hole. The taste of his villain’s ass was sweeter than wine.

“Yes, my love, eat my ass.” Mistletoe moaned uncontrollably. “Oh, suck my balls.”

Heeding his villain’s demands, Renegade hungrily took the villain’s balls into his mouth carefully, running his tongue around each hairy globe, savoring the sweaty taste of his master’s sack. His sharp nose pressed against the moist entrance, flooding his senses with the masculine scent.

His master’s hairy body rested against his sweaty smooth muscular body. He could feel the man’s warmth, sweat, and pheromones permeating his skin.

In the 69-position, the villain’s face was just inches away from the hero’s cock. How beautiful it looked. How majestic it looked. It was entrancing to watch the thick member rolling about below the muscular abs, twitching occasionally. The foreskin, loosened from the last two erections, rested just below the beautiful glistening purplish head. A clear droplet of precum was pumped out each time it twitched and quickly smeared onto the hero’s flesh.

Mistletoe stared in admiration of the gorgeous phallus. His fingers slowly wrapped around the warm rod, feeling the powerful veins pulsing along it. His thumb rubbed the leaking piss-slit, spreading the pre-cum all over the head. He leaned in close, letting his warm breath caress the throbbing cock. It looked like it was begging for his touch. Finally, the villain sensually wrapped his lips around the superhero’s cock, swallowing every inch of it.

“Mmmhh! God… Ohh…” The hero moaned intensely as he felt his own cock being engulfed. Renegade wanted to watch his new master sucking him off, but his obscured vision could only see the hairy and delicious ass in front of him.

He could only imagine his master rising up and down on his thick shaft as he gave in to his lust and his newfound homosexual desires. With that, his tongue stroked the musky hole again, making his cock twitch uncontrollably in his master’s mouth.

Mistletoe moaned as the nerves around his pucker sent intense pleasure across his body. He began sucking harder and harder. His tongue brushed against the thickness of the member as the villain deep throated the hero.

Without warning, the hero’s cock erupted in his mouth. Mistletoe’s eyes gleamed tears of joy as he drew out loads after loads of his delicious man-cream, savoring the sweaty taste of his hero’s precious seed. He felt the hero squirm violently below him as he ejaculated over and over.

Drunk on his hero’s taste, he continued to slurp at and swallow the thick member. Within seconds, he felt another orgasm hit. Was this the fourth or the fifth? Mistletoe did not care as he gobbled down the delicious cream.

His hero was moaning in desperate heat. The villain could feel the warm body heaving heavily below him. He heard the sweet words leaving the once-straight egotistical hero’s mouth, “Yes… P-please… I’m all yours.”

Chapter 9

As he wiped off the stray cum from the corner of his lips, Mistletoe’s leaking dick throbbed between his hero’s deep cleavage. Despite the incredibly hot experience, Mistletoe had kept his load for the finale with his hero.

With his balls now filled to the brim, he lifted himself off from Renegade’s sweaty body and stood up in the cold musky air. He glanced through the slits of the booth. The sun had set. They had been at it for hours.

Mistletoe turned to his hero and stood behind the leg spreader. His hands rested on the man’s hips. His hero’s eyes were totally glassed and zoned out. He probably had almost no recollection of his former self and began to accept his new life as Mistletoe’s toy.

A wave of sadness gripped Mistletoe’s heart as he knew the night would be short and he would have to return to his desk-slave life again. Nevertheless, he would enjoy tonight to the fullest.

He guided his slick cock to Renegade’s hole, feeling the warm pucker quiver at the first contact of his leaking head. He leaned in over the hero, pressing his sweaty hairy chest on the hero’s body, and licked the salty sweat off his neck before pushing it in. A soft moan slipped out of his hero’s lips.

As he slowly pushed, Renegade tensed up, pulled at his binds, and grunted weakly. His arms were numb and sore from the prolonged hanging.

“There, there, my boy,” cooed Mistletoe. “Just relax.”

Renegade’s body slowly slackened, as did his hole, allowing Mistletoe to push in. The hero winced in pain as his virgin hole was breached.

“Relax,” cooed Mistletoe. “Breath and relax.”

The soothing voice calmed Renegade down. He took a deep breath of the musky air, and his body slackened almost instantly. He looked up at his villain with his eyes practically begging, “More…”

Mistletoe’s eyelids fluttered as he pushed his rod further in. The tightness of the hole wrapping around his cock felt heavenly. He could feel the walls of the confines hugging him and sucking him in. Slowly he pushed in all of his eight inches.

The villain let out a long and satisfying moan when he was entirely lodged in the zonked-out hero. He could feel the ring of muscle wrap tightly around his shaft, seemingly drawing him deeper. “Oh… yes… Renegade. How I longed for this.”

“P-please fuck me,” begged the intoxicated hero as the last vestiges of his resistance fled. He felt full and fulfilled with the villain’s cock in him. It felt comforting and right. His eyes were completely focused on Mistletoe’s manly body and treasure trail. “Please…”

The villain began to thrust back and forth slowly before picking up the pace. Renegade’s eyes rolled up from the unimaginable bliss. His tongue hung out from his mouth as his head rocked back and forth mindlessly from the fucking. This was the most intense and most incredible experience he had ever felt.

Mistletoe grunted with contentment, “Yes, my hero, my love! Yes, that’s it. Take my dick. Take it all in… Feel me! You know you want it.”

There was no other thought left in the hero’s pheromone-filled mind. “Yes… Y-yes… I want it… More!”

Hearing his hero’s pleading, the villain intensified his thrusts. His slams began to get stronger, savaging the hero’s virgin hole. Pure bliss filled his hero’s eyes as his sensitive prostate bombarded his mind with electrifying pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Mistletoe! Fuck me!” moaned the hero.

Both of them were drenched in sweat. The air was incredibly dense with passion, desire, and lust. Renegade could hardly focus anymore as he glanced down to see his man fucking his tight heroic ass. His erected cock slapped against his shredded belly each time the villain penetrated him, sending mind-numbing pleasure to his brains.

“Cum for me. Renegade. Cum!”

Hearing the villain’s command was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. Instantly, Renegade saw rainbows as he felt every last nerve in his body explode with pleasure. He felt his cum shooting upwards, splattering over his sweaty muscular pecs and dripping down his washboard abs. His limbs fell to his sides, limp from the pleasure.

“You will always remember this, my love. Fuck! You are mine!” Mistletoe let out a loud moan at the top of his lungs. He let loose his pent-up load of hot, creamy, white seeds into his willing hero’s ass, flooding his anal canal with his brainwashing love seed. It was a dose that would make the hero truly dependent on him, forever craving him.

As he continued to unload into the hero, he moaned like he had never moaned before. He didn’t care if the passers-by could hear him. He secretly wished they did and peeked in to see how he dominated one of the city’s favorite heroes.

“Yes… fill me. Fill me up!” shouted Renegade, lustfully. His eyes begged for more; gone were remnants of a proud hero.

Panting heavily but deeply satisfied, Mistletoe looked at his entranced hero. “That’s a good hero boy,” he said, caressing Renegade’s weary face. The hero began to lose consciousness as the villain slowly stroked his face with his thumb, mumbling, “good hero boy” over and over.

Seeing that his hero had passed out from exhaustion, Oscar sighed heavily. His night of fantasy would soon be over. His pheromone powers would not last forever. He held the cold metal and glass casing of the bottle of cologne in his hand.

Primal Cologne. It gave him the power to induce his victims into a drug-like state, temporarily brainwashing them with special pheromones.

But there was a flip side. He could not keep reapplying the highly toxic cologne as it would be fatal. Renegade will return to his former self by tomorrow, but the memories will still linger. He could just hope that, by some wild chance, his hero would seek him out again.

“Well…” muttered Mistletoe as his villainous persona took over again. He reached out for the hero’s signature stun lasers. He had to end this special night spectacularly. “Time for the Christmas finale.”

Chapter 10

Black boots hit the ground as Jaguar got off his black hero cycle – Prowler. A worried look hung on his cowled face. His communicator had gone off, signaling a code five on Renegade, which meant the highest emergency and required immediate attention.

The location was the local Christmas Market. He recalled that his apprentice had a charity performance that afternoon. What could have possibly gone wrong at such a crowded place?

As he approached the heart of the market, he saw a large crowd around the towering Christmas Tree, the famous Tree of Joy. The perceptive hero noticed Diana, Renegade’s girlfriend, crouching in tears amid the public. Her shoulders slumped, and her handbag rested on the ground. The crowd was looking upwards. Quickly, his gaze followed.

“God…” was all the veteran hero could say when he saw the sight.

His prodigy sidekick, Renegade, was at the top of the Tree of Joy. His hands were bound into a Y-frame while his legs hung below. His half-lidded eyes were glazed over with lust.

Over his masked face, a G-string with the letter “R” wrapped around his nose and mouth. Drool could be seen dripping down from beneath the garment. A yellow collar bound his muscular neck with a stalk of Mistletoe.

The obscenest part was seeing the hero’s ass impaled on top of the tree. The handles of both of his signature stun lasers also stuck out from his overstuffed hole. His thick cock leaked strings of pre-cum for all to see.

Panting heavily with lust, Renegade was definitely not his usual self.

“SHIT! Who could have done this?!” Jaguar stared frozen in horror. In his years of experience, he had never seen a more gruesome sight. In his state of shock, the Kant Guardian failed to notice a suspicious figure in green slipping away in the crowd.

*DONG*

The sound of a distant church bell brought Jaguar back. The clock had struck twelve.

At the same time, the stun lasers lit up in a display of blue electricity, shocking the young hero’s prostate. The hero let out a loud bellow of pain and pleasure as his cock squirted thick jets of white cum, one after another, snowing down from the towering tree.

Completely drunk with lust, the defeated hero yelled at the top of his voice, “Oh God! Fuck, yes! M-merry Christmas, everyone!”

Epilogue

“ARGH!”

*Clank*

Dimly lit by the fireplace, the room was heavily decorated in an elaborate Victorian fashion. A brass goblet rolled across the expensive marble floor in a pool of spilled wine. A robot butler slowly cruised over, picked up the goblet, and wiped the ground.

On the top of the table, the headline of an international newspaper read, “Naked, Raped, and Displayed. Rustmore’s Apprentice Hero Renegade was found defiled at Kant City’s Christmas Market. Culprit yet to be identified.” Alongside was a prominent photo of Renegade impaled upon the Christmas Tree, appropriately censored.

The gigantic man’s eyes blazed with anger. His loud voice shook the room. “Get my son back here now from that disgusting city! This instant!”

He was a large older man, roughly in his 50s. The man had a head of white hair and a full beard. Dressed in a decorated shirt and coat, he completed his outfit with a golden leather belt below his ample belly. His most striking feature was his pair of dark yellow eyes. When he became emotional, his black pupils unconsciously changed their shape from circular to horizontal, making his eyes look almost like a goat’s. Most people found his gaze creepy and outright unsettling.

The highly influential man roared again and slammed his fist on the table, rattling the rest of the cutlery.

“Contact Lt. Maverick, Jaguar, and the fucking government of Kant. I demand to know exactly what the fuck is going on. How dare they let the Prince of Rustmore get defiled like that!”

From the shadows, a slender figure silently appeared. Covered by a dark purple high-collar cloak, his piercing amethyst eyes glowed in the dim room.

“Yes, King Mikhail.”

The fat-bellied King looked at the striking and well-muscled teen. Despite fuming with anger, his hand caressed the young assassin’s face. His goat-like eyes gleamed with lust.

“Good, Ambrose. My dear boy… The disgrace to the Royal Family of Rustmore is far too great this time. Someone has to pay!”

“Yes, King Mikhail.”

— End of Mistletoe and the Christmas Star —