Infinity, The Arcade Age-Chapter 363 – The Female Thug, Vice

She was like a grim reaper knocking on the door—calling names by day, killing by night. The next day, she'd check in on Vice's mental state. If Vice still hadn't been "stimulated" enough to awaken her bloodline, the cycle would repeat—more names, more deaths.

In just half a month, nearly everyone around Vice had been slaughtered. And under such overwhelming trauma, Vice finally snapped—awakened her Heaven Clan bloodline and engaged in a brutal fight with Mature.

It was then that Mature said those infamous words: "We are cursed women. Any ordinary person who gets close to us will meet misfortune. So don't get attached to mortals. No lingering emotions."

From that moment on, Vice—merged with the memories of her past life—entered into a twisted relationship with Mature: love and hate intertwined.

One night they'd be tangled together under the same covers in ecstasy; the next morning, they'd be at each other's throats, viciously attacking not just each other but anyone else who got close.

One was cold and heartless. The other cruel and violent. Both were utter lunatics.

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Talk to a random passerby? That person would be dead by morning.

Chat a while with a stranger? That person wouldn't live to see the next day.

Sometimes, they'd even purposely seduce bar patrons—one trying to protect, the other trying to kill—turning it into a deadly, deranged contest.

Once they got bored? That poor patron's time was up.

They were bound to their mission of reviving Orochi. If they failed, they'd die. But even if they succeeded, they'd still die—as sacrifices for Orochi's resurrection.

It was a no-win scenario. And to fulfill their roles, they had to cast aside all attachments.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be each other that came to "clean up the mess"—it would be the monster Goenitz himself.

These two women, chained by fate, had to fulfill this mission generation after generation. They dared not rebel against it.

So they attacked each other relentlessly, tormenting one another in a kind of self-destructive, sadomasochistic obsession.

If neither of them could find happiness, then neither would the other. That was the only way to find balance.

This was their warped, pitiful lifestyle...

Night soon fell. In a small inn, a sudden knock echoed on the door.

Hearing the sound, Qin Ming—dressed only in sleepwear—frowned and quickly moved to open it.

To his surprise, standing at the door was a striking woman with short red hair, wearing a sleek black secretary outfit, and long legs wrapped in black stockings.

Getting a late-night knock from such a beauty, Qin Ming was clearly stunned.

Before he could react, the woman—leaning softly against the doorframe—gave him a dazzling smile.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Qin Ming? Your midnight service has arrived~"

"Midnight service?"

"That's right! A little secretary roleplay~"

"But I didn't order any... Wait—Eri! Was this your doing?!"

Suddenly realizing something, Qin Ming turned and barked toward the room with a stern face.

Wrapped in a bedsheet, Kasamoto Eri sat up in bed.

Still confused, she peeked over and asked, "Order what? I didn't order anyth... Oh, yes! I did! That's right, I ordered it!"

Halfway through her sentence, she got a clear look at the woman in the doorway—Vice, still smiling seductively, body seemingly boneless and relaxed—and her eyes lit up. No hesitation at all, she changed her tune.

While talking, she even patted the bed enthusiastically.

"Come on, come on! I paid for this! Don't waste time—get over here!"

Vice was momentarily stunned.

She's run into people trying to take advantage of the situation before, sure.

But someone doing it this shamelessly and confidently? That was a first!

And why does this woman look even more excited than the big guy? Did she get things mixed up? Could it be that she's...

Realization hit. Vice's face curled into an amused smirk. She shoved past the stunned Qin Ming, swaying her hips as she entered the room.

She approached Eri, spun around, and sat down—leaning right against her.

Taking a deep breath, Vice's expression turned dreamy.

"Mmm... smells nice. Like gunpowder and danger."

Eri grinned wide at that—but the smile was a little stiff.

"Uh, my boss was smoking on me earlier..."

"And there's also a kind of fiery intensity."

"That's the vodka I just drank."

Vice narrowed her eyes, not responding to Kasamoto Eri's words. Instead, she suddenly leaned in and whispered,

"So, employer, how do you want to play? Gentle... or intense?"

Kasamoto Eri's eyes lit up at that and she replied eagerly,

"Intense!"

"Intense? That's fine by me, I like it intense too. Just remember not to scream too loudly~"

Vice chuckled as she straightened up.

"Then how about we start with a little appetizer to spice things up? I like to call this dish... complete honesty!"

"Complete honesty?"

"Yeah! Like... this!"

At the final word, Vice's gaze suddenly turned fierce. She spun around and thrust her hand forward like lightning.

Her single hand transformed into claws—and she aimed directly at Qin Ming's heart!

Skill: Demonic Attack!

A single claw—meant to tear open his chest and rip out his heart! Except... it didn't work!

Vice, who had planned to deliver a bloody surprise by violently clawing through Qin Ming's chest and yanking out his heart, found the smile on her face suddenly freezing.

Because although her hand had definitely made contact, it didn't pierce through his flesh—hell, not even his skin!

Her claw just landed flat against his chest, and her fingers pressed right onto it.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming, who had just had his chest grabbed, lowered his head in shock, staring at the clawed hand on his chest with utter disbelief.

I've spent my whole life grabbing other people's chests... never thought the day would come when someone grabbed mine!

What is this situation? Did I just run into a female thug? Is this woman the same breed as Kasamoto Eri?

He had thought Kasamoto Eri was already crazy enough. Now this woman—whose side was she on?

Two seconds later, Qin Ming finally snapped out of his shock. He forcefully slapped Vice's hand away, raised his arm to shield his chest, and screamed,

"What the hell are you doing?! You want extra pay for this kind of play! Kasamoto Eri, what the hell is your taste?! Why'd you order some thug for the night?! You know I don't like aggressive types! Tell her to leave!"

"Huh?"

"What do you mean 'huh'?! I said OUT! This whole thing's canceled! I don't play with thugs! We're all thugs here—how's anyone supposed to tell who's playing who?! What's the point anymore! OUT!"

While shouting, Qin Ming reached out, grabbed the dumbfounded Vice by the collar, and started dragging her toward the door.

Only when she was halfway to the door did Vice snap out of her shock and start struggling.

"No wait! That's not what I meant! Who the hell wants to grab your chest! I was attacking you!"

Hearing that, Qin Ming's face instantly darkened.

"Don't give me that sneak-attack-play crap! I told you, I'm not playing with you! OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!"

"No, hold on! Listen to me—!"

BANG!

With a heavy thud, the door slammed shut.

Left standing alone in the hallway, Vice froze completely.

As curious guests peeked out from nearby rooms and started whispering among themselves, Vice's face turned from red to white, white to black, then back to red again. Her clenched fists crackled with pressure.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Qin Ming—having kicked out the so-called female thug—was rubbing his chest and grumbling.

"What the hell! She's not even tall, but she's got some serious grip! That hurt like hell! Kasamoto Eri, I'm warning you—stop randomly calling shady weirdos over! You hear me?"

Sitting on the bed, Kasamoto Eri let out a disappointed sigh.

"Why'd you kick her out so fast? She looked really good... total bombshell."

"She wasn't after you! Of course you don't care! If I hadn't kicked her out, I'd have lost my dignity tonight! Who grabs a chest right off the bat?! She's even more impatient than I am! And what the hell was that 'complete honesty' crap?! Pfft! That was just plain animal instinct! Wrapped up in fancy words!"

Just as Qin Ming finished, a loud BANG came from the door behind him.

In the next moment, a single arm punched through the door, grabbing him firmly by the collar.

With brute strength, the arm yanked him straight into the door with a loud crash.

Through the gaping hole in the door, Qin Ming looked out and saw the owner of that arm.

Outside the door, Vice's face was grim. Her expression could only be described as gritted-teeth rage, as she hissed through clenched jaws,

"I told you—it's not what you think! I'm NOT a female thug!"

Qin Ming didn't respond. He just slowly lowered his head.

Seeing that, Vice instinctively looked down too—only to realize that in yanking him, she'd torn open all the buttons on his pajamas... exposing the bare body underneath.

In an instant, the room fell into dead silence. The two stared at each other in speechless stillness for several seconds.

Then, Vice suddenly used her free hand to punch another hole in the door, reached in awkwardly, and tugged Qin Ming's pajama top closed. Using the last two intact buttons, she clumsily fastened the top.

After finishing, she gave the pajama top one more tug and shouted angrily at Qin Ming,

"I told you! I'm NOT a female thug!!"

(End of Chapter)