Frieza sat on the enormous bed, toying with the two Infinity Stones in his hands as if they were a pair of walnuts.
The three women on the floor—Maria, Natasha, and Sharon—were staring at him with looks of utter defiance, ready to face death.
"A Soul Contract?"
Maria clutched her broken wrist, gritting her teeth as she asked, "What is that thing?"
Although she didn't know what those words meant, judging by the lewd grin on Loki's face, it definitely wasn't anything good.
"Oh, that?"
Loki held a piece of parchment that glowed with a faint green light—it was a piece of black magic that he kept hidden away.
He puffed out his chest and swaggered over to the three beautiful agents, displaying the nauseating sense of superiority typical of a villain.
"It is the oldest magic in Asgard. Once signed, your souls will forever belong to Master."
"Not only will you be unable to betray him, but you won't even be able to harbor a thought of defiance."
At this point, Loki lowered his voice, his eyes sweeping over Natasha's curves encased in the tight suit, and he chuckled.
"In other words, sign it, and you become Master's private property."
"If he tells you to bark, you'll have to bark. If he tells you to take off your clothes, you'll have to do so."
Hearing this, the faces of the three women instantly turned pale.
As S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, they weren't afraid of death. For a mission, they wouldn't even flinch at sacrificing their lives or suffering physical destruction.
However, this fate—the complete loss of self, becoming a demon's plaything—was ten thousand times worse than death.
"Dream on!"
Natasha's eyes instantly became resolute.
Almost simultaneously, the three rigorously trained agents made the same move.
They bit down on their molars!
Hidden there was a neurotoxin. If the capsule was crushed, their hearts would stop in 0.1 seconds—no one could save them.
Since resistance was impossible, they would die retaining their final dignity.
But—
In a room with Frieza, wanting to die?
That too was a luxury.
"Oh dear..."
Frieza, sitting on the bed, didn't even move a finger. Only a faint yellow light flashed in his scarlet eyes.
The power of the Mind Stone!
Buzz!
Time seemed to press the pause button at that moment.
Natasha, Maria, and Sharon's movements stiffened abruptly. Their teeth had already touched the capsule and they could even feel the thin outer shell but they couldn't bite down.
The feeling was like having control over their bodies forcibly stripped away, with commands from their brains sinking into oblivion.
"Is this what you call backbone?"
Frieza sighed, his tone filled with the pity a superior being feels for the futile struggles of the weak.
"In front of me, life and death are not yours to decide."
"Spit it out."
Ptoo!
Following Frieza's command, the three women uncontrollably opened their mouths and spat the hidden capsules onto the floor.
True despair enveloped them.
They couldn't even die. This man's power and methods were terrifying.
"Loki, make them sign."
Frieza waved his hand impatiently. "My patience is limited."
"Yes, Master."
Loki brought the parchment closer, but there was a catch to this item.
"Master... this Soul Contract only takes effect if they willingly offer a spark of their soul fire. Forcibly controlling them with the Mind Stone won't work." Loki explained cautiously.
"Oh? That troublesome?"
Frieza raised an eyebrow, then lifted the Mind Stone's control.
The three women instantly regained their ability to move, but they were already slumped on the floor, gasping for breath—the fear of a near-death experience.
"We... absolutely... won't sign." Maria stared intensely at Frieza, still gritting her teeth despite her entire body trembling.
"Preferring death over submission? Interesting."
Frieza stood up from the bed and walked with elegant steps to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the myriad stars outside.
"You're not afraid of death, that's fine."
"But are you afraid... of everyone dying?"
Frieza's voice was soft, almost gentle but the content of his words made everyone present feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
He extended a finger and pointed towards the distant city outside the window.
"If you refuse to sign, in the next second, I will kill everyone in the Avengers."
"Including Iron Man, Captain America, and those others like Hawkeye and the Hulk."
"Then, I will destroy this city."
"Followed by the next city, the next country..."
Frieza turned around, wearing that signature, spine-chillingly evil smile.
"Until only a few of us are left on this planet."
"Do you think I can do that?"
Can he do it?
Of course he can.
This man had just split the North American continent down the middle and was a monster who could crush the Hulk with a single finger.
Wiping out all of humanity might be just a wave of his hand for him.
If it were just for themselves, they could die without hesitation.
But for all of humanity?
For their comrades still fighting?
This burden was too heavy, so heavy that it instantly crushed their last psychological defense.
Maria's body trembled violently, and tears streamed from her eyes.
Natasha closed her eyes, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms.
Sharon completely broke down and sobbed aloud.
"I'll count to three."
Frieza held up three fingers.
"One."
"Two."
"I'll sign!!!"
Maria let out a desperate scream, collapsing onto the floor as if her spine had been removed.
"I'll sign... please... don't kill them..."
Once the first gave in, the others followed.
Natasha and Sharon could only sign the parchment that radiated evil, pressing their handprints and offering up that wisp of faint blue soul fire through their tears.
The parchment instantly burned away, transforming into three streaks of light that drilled into Frieza's glabella.
A strange connection was established.
Frieza could clearly feel that with just a thought, the life or death of these three women could be decided instantly. He could even sense the fear and despair in their hearts.
"Now, that's better."
Frieza nodded with satisfaction, his mood greatly improved.
"Since you're my people now, you need to look the part."
He sat back down on the sofa, crossed one leg over the other, and waved at Loki. "Loki, go fetch those outfits from the wardrobe."
"Yes, Master."
Loki scurried off and brought back a few sets of clothes.
They were hardly decent clothes.
There was a backless OL secretary outfit, an ultra-short bodycon skirt, and Balenciaga black stockings.
These were "employee benefits" Frieza had specifically prepared beforehand.
"Put them on."
Frieza took a sip of red wine, his eyes brazenly sizing up the three women.
"Change right here."
Changing into these kinds of clothes in front of two men?
But the binding power of the Soul Contract made it impossible for them to refuse. They could only shed their combat uniforms piece by piece through tears and put on the ridiculously skimpy clothes.
Of course, Loki dutifully turned his back.
A moment later.
Three stunning women, each with a distinct style, appeared in the room.
Maria's cool, sophisticated demeanor, paired with the secretary outfit, was the pinnacle of uniform fetish.
Natasha's seductive allure was fully emphasized by the black stockings, making her look like a ripe peach.
Sharon's pure sweetness, in contrast, gave off a surprising allure in her outfit.
"Tsk tsk."
Frieza put down his wine glass and circled the three women, admiring them like newly acquired pieces of art.
He was a major villain and an Emperor of the Universe. But he wasn't some pathetic loser who had never seen a woman.
What kind of women hadn't he had, both when he was a real estate mogul in his past life and in this one?
What he enjoyed was not physical pleasure, but the sense of conquest—of controlling everything and bringing high-and-mighty S.H.I.E.L.D. agents down into the dust.
Now this was art.
"Spin around, let me see."
The three women obediently complied.
Frieza stroked his chin and commented on each of them.
"Natasha, your look is too promiscuous. I hear you're S.H.I.E.L.D.'s go-to for missions that require charm? Hmm, you certainly have that vibe. But your professional skills should be good. You'll be responsible for organizing my documents and running errands."
Natasha bit her lip, not daring to argue.
"Maria, I like your icy demeanor very much. From now on, you will be the Commander of my Frieza Force, responsible for coordinating the grunt soldiers."
Maria was stunned. Commander?
"As for you..."
Frieza walked over to Sharon and lifted her chin with his hand.
Looking at the young face full of collagen, Frieza smiled contentedly. "This is a masterpiece."
"From now on, you will be my personal secretary, working as a bed warmer."
Having said this, Frieza waved his hand dismissively.
"Alright, now that I've seen enough, change into your work uniforms."
"Work uniforms?" The three women were startled.
"That's right."
Frieza pointed to the embarrassing tight suit Loki was wearing.
"The white and purple spandex suit, the one with the shoulder pads. That is our company's corporate culture."
"All of you, put them on."
Natasha nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Those clothes? They would rather wear the secretary outfits from before.
But under Frieza's intimidating power, they could only comply obediently.
Soon, the three originally heroic female agents were transformed into female members of the Frieza Force, straight out of the Dragon Ball set.
They looked... well, they had a bizarrely cute quality.
"Perfect." Frieza nodded in satisfaction.
"Maria, Natasha, you may withdraw for now. Find a room to rest. You start work tomorrow."
"Yes... Master."
The two women, as if granted a reprieve, fled the hellish room.
Loki also took the opportunity to slip away.
Only Frieza and Sharon, still in the tight battle suit, remained in the room.
"As for you..."
Frieza looked at the trembling Sharon and pointed to the large bed.
"Take off the battle suit and warm up the covers for me."
"I need to take a leak."
Sharon, with tears in her eyes, silently crawled under the covers.
Frieza walked toward the bathroom, but his mind was focused on serious matters.
He had announced globally today that Earth belonged to him.
Just now, he had checked his phone and found that those damn governments were being disobedient.
They actually issued statements claiming the broadcast signal was hijacked? That it was a prank?
As for the massive chasm across the North American continent, they blamed that on the Chitauri.
They even organized online trolls to spin the narrative, claiming Frieza was a fake person created by special effects.
"This generation of Earthlings truly won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."
Frieza turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash over him.
If they kept deceiving the public and everyone stopped being afraid, how was he supposed to collect Fear Points?
Without Fear Points, how could he unlock his Third Form? How could he transform into Golden Frieza, or even Black Frieza?
This was a major obstacle to his progress.
"It seems simply killing a few chickens to scare the monkeys isn't enough."
Frieza relieved himself comfortably, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Since you refuse to acknowledge my ownership, tomorrow, I will personally pay a visit to the White House."
"I'll take a seat in the President's chair and, while I'm at it, clean out all those politicians who only know how to talk."
"I will make sure that every single cell on this planet is engraved with the name Frieza."
"Oh ho ho ho..."
The signature laugh echoed from the bathroom, causing Sharon, huddled under the covers, to shrink into an even tighter ball.