The Supreme Satanic System

….. Judging by your appearance, I always thought that even those things inside your skull were muscle. It turns out there is some brain within that."

The grotesque, scar-faced man's words kinda sounded ironic and a bit harsh to the baldy, but he didn't even have the guts to take umbrage at his remarks.

"No.3, I'm praising you, seeing you in a new picture, okay." the scar-faced, ghastly looking man laying leisurely all naked over the bed said with no regard. But his words were all truths, as this was his way of praising someone.

The baldy also knew him quite well too. So he nodded his head and replied, "Thank you, sir, for the praise. I'll try my best to not disappoint you." "Sir, um….ah…."

"For a big macho guy like you, why you are talking like some pussy? No.3, what is it? Just spell it out?" The scar-faced man shouted to his lunge.

"Sorry, sir." The baldy asked politely. "It's about No.5, No.6, and No.7. Sir, since they were already gone M.I.A or maybe dead with the most possible case. Should we at least give an informal funeral for them?"

"Shut up, No.3! Don't you take my praising for you as a means to do such unnecessary, foolish stuff?" The scar-faced man shouted and began to lambaste him hard. "For fuck's sake, you all are my assassins, my arsenals under my disposal. They were some trash who failed, which means in our assassin tongue, simply pussies. And I don't give any homage to any pussies. You get it?!"

"Yes, I get it, sir." the baldy complied.

But seeing his disappointment drawn over his face, the scar-faced man frowned slightly for the first time and said icy-cold. "No, you don't really understand. Now, listen carefully. I don't really care about any shit like you have such a strong sense of camaraderie. But that is not really an assassin's material." "And I call that pussy. So are you a pussy, too, No.3?" asked, looking at him crookedly.

"No, I'm not." the baldy responded with a firm tone.

"No, no, no,...I don't feel any sincerity in your words. So, come here boy." the scar-faced man sat up on the bed and gestured his hand toward him.

The baldy jumped up to his feet and scuttled toward him, crouched down on the ground just beside him and he didn't even peer at the scar-faced man once.

The scar-faced man caressed the head of one of the three masseuses and asked, "Hey, girl, don't you like to bed with him?"

The girl was frightened by his words and replied, stuttering, "N-no, sir," She avoided looking at his face. Yes, all the three masseuses were doing their jobs until now gingerly, while avoiding looking at his face.

"Hmm, okay, then see that cigar cutter over there in my nightstand. Go, bring it here to me." the scar-faced man said.

The lady masseuse wobbled precariously toward the nightstand, picked the cigar cutter, and rushed back in haste. "Sir, it's here." She straightened out her hand with the cigar cutter toward him.

The scar-face man pulled the lady quickly toward him, folded one of his arms around her waist from the back, while his other hand began to molest her, caressing most of her sensitive spot sexually.

But the lady didn't resist and remained standing there scared stiff.

"Hey beauty, can I have your good name?" The scar-faced man asked.

"Ni-ni-na, Nina, sir."

"Okay, Nina. Calm down. Take a deep breath. You don't need to weary of me. I give you my word I would never hurt you as clearly I give my words to your boss to not kill anyone of his employee here." the scar-faced man hushed, trying to be in his gentlest tone but it still sounded cranky, giving the chill to all the three masseuses girls inside the room. "Just do what I ask and I'll release you unharmed, okay? Do you understand me?"

The masseuse named Nina nodded her head.

"Okay, I know you seem to be sexually attractive to my lackey here. Don't you? " The scar-face asked again.

"N-no,..."

"Wait, don't be like that? I have caught you peeping at him five times until now. Listen, Nina, you might not know this; the thing is I especially hate those people who lied to me. So this is your last warning." The scar-face man's voice sounded a bit firmer. "Do you like this muscular guy?"

"Y-yes, I like him," Nina responded, feeling all scared.

"Like what? You want to fuck him?" The scar-faced man asked casually like it was normal to him. "Okay-okay, you don't need to answer me that. It's pretty obvious you want to make out right now. How about this you ask him whether he likes to fuck you?..... Go on. What are you waiting for?"

Nina looked at the baldy kneeling on the ground and asked with teary eyes, "Sir, do–you — like to make — love with me?"

"No-no, that's wrong Nina. Follow my words exactly." the scar-faced man said, putting his hands inside her pants. "Mister, do you like to fuck me?"

"Mister, do-you-like-to fuck me?" Nina followed as he demanded.

"No.3, what are you doing? Look up and answer her. But you better not lie." The scar-faced man instructed.

The baldy glanced up carefully, avoiding seeing the face of his master, and finally saw the voluptuous figure of Nina. He was clearly fascinated by her beauty. "Yes, I like to fuck you."

"Good answer, boy." the scar-faced man padded Nina's head. "See, both of you want to fuck each other. But both of you fail to express your feelings like some pussies. Nina, now, ask this man whether he wants to remain as the pussy he is?"

"Mister, do you want to remain your life as a pussy?" Nina asked, and she seemed to regain some of her wit after learning that the scar-face man didn't have any intention to harm her.

"No, I don't." the baldy replied.

"Good boy, hee-hee-hee, then show me with action. Give your right hand to Nina." the scar-faced man chuckled weirdly.

The baldy stretched his right hand at Nina.

"Nina, hold this cigar cutter like this," the scar-faced man taught her, putting the cutter with her fingers. "Now, cut his little finger."

Nina was frightened again, hearing him say that.

"Hey-hey-hey, ssh-ssh-shh, if you don't do as I said then I will cut all the fingers of both you and your sweetheart here." the scar-faced man threatened her and shouted. "Do it!"

Tears began to drip incessantly down her chin, from her eyes. But the baldy put his little finger in the hole of the cutter and said, "Do it?"

Nina remained passive. So the baldy shouted, making her jolted back awake from her micro-stupor state. "Nina, do it now! I don't like to be a pussy."

After pondering for a while, Nina finally made up her mind. She gathered all of her strength and was about to crush the handle of the cigar cutter.

"Not so first Nina." the scar-face man halted her and glanced at the baldy and said with a smirk. "No.3, a real man should never show his painful sight nor should cry before someone he likes. Now, let's see whether you are a pussy or ...whatever." "You can carry on Nina."

"Do it, Nina? I'm ready." the baldy man said, showing a casual look.

Nina gathered all her courage and finally crushed the handle of the cigar cutter. The little finger fell over the floor, jumping and making bloody trailed over the floor.

In the meantime, the baldy didn't make a sound, and also not a bit of his expression changed, acting as if nothing happened. Blood continued spraying out of his hand, even staining the bedsheet.

"No.3, now I see." the scar-faced man asked, beaming with satisfaction. "Do you understand now what it means to be a real assassin? "

"Yes, I understand sir." the baldy replied calmly with a firm tone.

"Nina, what are you doing? Standing there, all still. Look at my bed. It was all dirty. But kekeke… who cares, anyway? I really like the color of blood, the smell of it and everything. But you better tend to his wound. Otherwise, he might die. And you will be blamed and be the murderer." The scar-faced man said, releasing her, taking out his hand from inside her pants.

As Nina tore her white skirt, she wrapped the fabrics around baldy's hand and began to nurse him.

Meanwhile, the scar-faced man glanced at his hand, feeling all slippery, and made a smirk. "My boy, look at my hand. See, she seems to be all ready for action," he said, bringing his hand just before baldy's eye.

The baldy looked up and saw that his hand was covered with thick white fluid.

"Don't you hear me, No.3?....." the scar-face man said.

But the baldy seemed to be in confusion.

Seeing that, the scar-face man said patiently, "Hmm, so still the muscle inside that skull of you. Fine, for your bravery and the great show you presented to me. As a reward, I'll spell it out once for you. She is so fucking horny right now. Go and fuck her." "You don't need to care about me being here. You can do it here." He then lay back on the bed.

The next instant, the room was filled with the moaning sound of Nina as the two began to make out on the floor.

Hearing them, the scar-faced man got sexually aroused, and he said to the two remaining masseuses. "You two cover your eyes and come over to me here."

The two ladies complied with him and soon they began to engross into wild activity, feeling the room with lust...

After several hours, the room finally returned to total pin-drop silence.

"No.3, gather all your brothers and begin a thorough investigation over that so-called Defect, our target. Also, don't engage in any action until I give the order….Go," the scar-faced man instructed.

The baldy looked meaningfully at Nina who was now sleeping over the floor all naked once. Then he bowed at his master and came out of the room.