The portal behind Joseph and his team shimmered before sealing shut, leaving them standing in the bustling heart of Toyohashi Planet City. A wave of noise and unrest greeted them as they surveyed the scene—a protest in full swing. The city square thronged with people voicing their frustrations about the ongoing struggles plaguing their world.

  At the center of the crowd stood the City Lord, his voice rising above the angry murmur. He gestured with measured authority, attempting to soothe the mob. "We are working tirelessly to resolve this crisis. I ask for your patience," he urged.

  Joseph and his team remained unnoticed amidst the chaos, their arrival obscured by the density of the crowd and the incessant flow of traffic through the city’s main streets.

  The uneasy calm shattered abruptly. A portal ripped open in the air, its jagged edges crackling with energy. The piercing sound silenced the crowd, who froze in terror before scattering in panic as a monstrous roar echoed through the square. Defenders of the city, clad in battle gear, immediately rallied to confront the threat.

  Joseph’s team sprang into action. Yuki was the first to strike, leveling his missile launcher and firing at a winged monster emerging from the portal. The projectile hit its mark, propelling the creature back into the vortex. An explosion erupted, taking the monster and several others attempting to emerge with it. The portal collapsed in on itself, cutting off the onslaught.

  “Nice shot, Yuki!” Joseph called out with a grin.

  The tide shifted in their favor. City warriors and Joseph’s team fought side by side, swiftly eliminating the remaining monsters. Each fell with a resounding thud until the square was finally still, littered with the smoldering remains of the invaders.

  As the dust settled, the defenders of Toyohashi finally took notice of their unexpected allies. The crowd murmured in awe as Takumi Tomo, knight captain of Toyohashi’s elite warriors, approached Joseph and his team. His comrades flanked him, their eyes wary but appreciative.

  Takumi’s sharp gaze lingered on Joseph, sizing him up before offering a respectful nod. “Thank you for your assistance in defending the city.”

  Joseph stepped forward, meeting Takumi’s gaze with steady resolve. “It was nothing. We’re here to help.”

  Recognition flickered in Takumi’s eyes. “So, you are the last line of defense sent to aid the regional planets. Follow me—I’ll escort you to the planning room. We have much to discuss.”

  He turned sharply, leading the way through the city’s war-torn streets. Joseph and his team followed, eventually arriving at a fortified building that served as the city’s war room. Inside, Takumi introduced them to the other warriors awaiting their arrival. After brief pleasantries, he launched into the details of the crisis.

  “The monster attack you witnessed is just one of many,” Takumi explained grimly, spreading a detailed map across the table. “We’ve tracked the monsters’ movements, but their leader—a powerful and unpredictable creature—remains elusive. It shifts lairs constantly, evading our efforts to put it down. Worse still, its strength far exceeds anything we’ve encountered.”

  Yuki crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. “Sounds like another monster borrowing power it shouldn’t have.”

  Mari smirked. “This time, we’ll finish it off before it gets the chance to escalate. We’ve handled worse.”

  Takumi nodded but pressed on. “These monsters have crippled our city. Trade routes are blocked, citizens live in fear, and the protests you saw earlier grow more volatile with each attack. Businesses are failing. The people are desperate.”

  Joseph absorbed the information, his expression unreadable. “We’ll handle it,” he said firmly.

  Takumi blinked, momentarily stunned. “This mission is dangerous—more than you might realize.”

  Before he could continue, Yuki interrupted with a confident grin. “You can trust us. We’ve been through worse, and Joseph knows what he’s doing.”

  Though still hesitant, Takumi relented. “Very well. What should we do if you don’t succeed?”

  Joseph’s voice was calm but resolute. “Stay vigilant. Keep your warriors on high alert and defend the city. If things escalate, protect your people at all costs.”

  Takumi nodded, convinced by Joseph’s determination. He laid out the maps, highlighting monster-infested regions and marking the suspected lair of their leader. Joseph studied the terrain carefully as Yuki scanned the data, transferring the information to the team’s devices.

  “So, when would you like us to begin?” Joseph asked, his tone direct as he looked to Takumi for guidance.

  Takumi stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Since this journey could take days, weeks, or possibly months, it’s best you proceed tomorrow. Use the rest of today to finalize your plans.” His gaze lingered on the map spread across the table. “It took us years to gather the details we’ve handed to you. The sudden attacks and materializing portals have caught our people off guard repeatedly. But we have faith in you and your team, Joseph. We’ll follow your instructions.”

  “Good,” Joseph replied, a confident edge to his voice. “Then tomorrow, we’ll put an end to these monsters.”

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  Takumi inclined his head respectfully. “Very well. Allow me to escort you and your team to your rooms.”

  Before they left, Joseph raised a hand, halting them. “You all go ahead. I’d like to explore the city for a bit.”

  The group exchanged glances. Mari, ever the watchful one, crossed her arms and gave him a look of mock severity. “Just don’t stay out too long.”

  Joseph rolled his eyes playfully. “Fine, I’ll be back before nightfall… Mother,” he teased, grinning as Mari shook her head with a light chuckle.

  With that, Takumi led the rest of the team toward their quarters, while Joseph turned toward the bustling streets of Toyohashi. With a flick of his wrist, his baton transformed into a sleek, high-tech super bike. He mounted it, revving the engine as the neon-lit streets beckoned him forward.

  ***

  Joseph revved the engine of his super bike, the roar echoing through the bustling city streets. The pulsating beats of Vybz Kartel’s “Beg U a Fuck” blasting from the speakers, vibrated through his body, setting the tone for an exhilarating ride. The bustling street was alive with honks, chatter, and the rhythm of city life, but all that came to a halt when he found himself caught in a traffic jam.

  Surrounded by a sea of cars that mirrored his own predicament.

  Cars stretched endlessly in every direction, boxing him in. As he sat there, frustration began to creep in, but then his gaze drifted to the left.

  His helmeted head turned instinctively to the left, where a sleek black sedan gleamed under the afternoon sun. Inside, a striking woman in her late forties caught his eye.

  Her beauty was undeniable, with short flowing hair that framed her face and a confident smile that lit up her features. She had been watching him long before her passenger-side window slid down, her eyes sparkling with mischief and intrigue.

  Lowering her sunglasses, she locked eyes with him, holding his gaze longer than necessary. Then, with a playful gesture and subtle crook of her finger, she beckoned him closer.

  Her finger curling invitingly. Intrigued, Joseph smirked, his curiosity piqued. He dismounted his bike, the metallic hum faded as the machine transformed into a sleek baton in his hand.

  He approached her car with deliberate steps, the crowd around them an afterthought. The door clicked open—she had already unlocked it—and he slipped into the passenger seat. The air inside was thick with her perfume, unspoken desire, and a tension that was almost tangible.

  She handed her driver some cash for refreshments and instructed him to go home without her. He obeyed without question, navigating the sweltering afternoon heat and the relentless traffic, while she relished the rare solitude and cherished her time alone with Joseph.

  “Hello there,” she purred, her voice sultry and inviting. The moment their eyes locked, an electric tension filled the space between them. She was alluring, her figure accentuated by a dress that clung to her curves. As she partially undid the buttons, Joseph’s breath caught in his throat.

  His eyes roamed over her figure, taking in her partially undone dress that revealed just enough to quicken his pulse. Her beauty held the allure of maturity—graceful curves that retained their appeal, paired with a confidence that younger women often lacked, even as the natural marks of time softened her form.

  Her smile widened, her fingers brushing against his arm as she leaned closer. "I don’t like waiting, young man," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

  “Go on! What are you waiting for? Devour me like a beast, right here and now in my car. Make love to me,” she urged, her eagerness palpable.

  Joseph raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in his voice. “You don’t care if they watch?”

  "You don’t care about the crowd?" he asked, his voice a teasing whisper.

  “I don’t give a damn,” she replied, a smirk playing on her lips.

  She laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Let them watch," she said, her lips brushing against his ear. "Life’s too short to care."

  Her words were all the invitation he needed. With that, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that started slow but quickly turned fiery, their desire igniting like gasoline meeting a spark.

  The world outside faded away as they lost themselves in each other. Hands explored her body with reverence and hunger. Her body responded instantly, a heat radiating from her as his hands explored her ample curves.

  He squeezed her breasts, teasing her nipples until the buttons of her dress surrendered to his touch.

  The car became their sanctuary, their battlefield, their escape. Every touch, every sound, every moment was a dance between passion and abandon. The city moved on around them, but for Joseph and the woman, time seemed to stand still.

  His fingers slid down, finding their way beneath her skirt, exploring the warmth of her wetness.

  She gasped, her hands instinctively moving to his trousers, which soon pooled around his knees. The thrill of the moment heightened as she felt his warm erection throbbing against her palm.

  With a swift motion, he pulled her closer to the edge of the seat, her thighs parting eagerly. He dove between her legs, his mouth finding her throbbing core. As he devoured her, she writhed in pleasure, her moans filling the confined space of the car.

  He was relentless, a master of his craft, coaxing wave after wave of ecstasy from her. She squirmed, her body responding to his every touch, until she was trembling, lost in a haze of bliss. The thrill of being watched by onlookers only intensified her desire, pushing her closer to the edge.

  As she reached her peak, she squirted, a rush of warmth showering his face and chest. Breathless and spent, she leaned back, her body quaking with aftershocks of pleasure. Joseph, still hungry for more, stood up, his lips brushing against hers, tasting the remnants of their passionate encounter.

  “Turn around,” he whispered, and she complied, offering herself to him. Without hesitation, he plunged deep into her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside forgotten.

  For what felt like an eternity, they danced together in a rhythm of raw desire, pausing only briefly to catch their breath. But as the sun began to set, reality crept back in. Joseph, sensing the moment was drawing to a close, pulled away, leaving her breathless and yearning.

  When it was over, and the intensity had burned itself out, she lay back against the seat, her chest heaving, her body spent but glowing with satisfaction. Joseph, ever the gentleman, leaned in for one last kiss, his smirk returning as he whispered, "Next time, let’s pick somewhere with a view."

  As he stepped out of the car, he swiftly transformed his baton back into the bike. The engine roared to life, and with a burst of speed, he vanished into the thinning traffic.

  She watched him go, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she adjusted her dress. The night was young, and the city was full of possibilities.

  She remained in her position, a satisfied smile on her lips. But the night was far from over. Two advanced men, intrigued by the scene, approached her, their eyes glinting with mischief. They offered their hands, helping her explore the remnants of her pleasure, their touch igniting a new spark within her.

  By midnight, she felt rejuvenated, ready to reclaim her independence and drive home, the thrill of the evening lingering in her mind. The traffic had cleared, but the memories of that fateful encounter would stay with her long after the night had ended.