"Uh... isn't this pose a bit too... avant-garde?"
Azazel looked at himself in the mirror, clad in a tight purple and white bodysuit, forced into a contorted pose. His red face was a mask of constipation.
"Shut up! Do you want to die?!"
Loki's bluster was even more dedicated than the real Captain Ginyu.
"Watch closely! The movements must be standard! The gaze must be sharp!" Loki demonstrated as he cursed.
He stood on one leg, body tilted forty-five degrees, hands crossed over his chest, chin held high, a fervent smile on his face as if he'd been constipated for half a month and finally found relief.
"This is the soul of the Ginyu Force."
Watching this scene, Apocalypse, standing in the center, had muscles twitching wildly on his blue face.
He was Apocalypse! The progenitor of mutants! An entity once worshipped as a god!
Now he had to dance this utterly shameful dance under the command of this ludicrous god in a bodysuit?
"I don't..."
Just as Apocalypse was about to lower his hand, a terrifying aura, making his soul tremble, suddenly emanated from the man sitting in the boss chair, sipping red wine.
Frieza merely glanced at him indifferently.
In that instant, Apocalypse seemed to see the disappearing image of Washington D.C., and the chasm that spanned the North American continent.
"Hmm? Do you have an objection?"
Frieza swirled his wine glass, his tone as gentle as if greeting an old friend.
"No... no."
Apocalypse took a deep breath and instantly chickened out.
Compared to dignity, staying alive was clearly more important.
Gritting his teeth, he raised his hands, striking the most shameful pose of his life, and roared, "Since you asked so sincerely!"
Beside him, Sebastian, Nightcrawler, and Azazel quickly followed suit.
"We will tell you with great mercy!"
Five people, five colors, five bizarre poses, instantly frozen.
"We are the Ginyu Force, here to conquer the universe for Lord Frieza!"
Although they looked like patients who had escaped from a mental asylum, under that uniform momentum, a strange sense of oppression emerged.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Frieza put down his wine glass and clapped elegantly, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Good, very good."
"Though still a bit rough, this confident vigor amidst the foolishness already has the right flavor."
Frieza stood up and walked over to the five, as if inspecting his honor guard.
"For the next two days, you have only one mission."
"That is to practice these movements here until you engrave them into your DNA."
"At the game's opening ceremony two days from now, I want the entire universe to witness the splendor of my Frieza Army."
"Yes! Lord Frieza!"
The five roared in unison, their hearts bleeding, but their bodies obedient.
Having arranged these rough fighters who only knew how to brawl, Frieza was in a rather good mood.
He turned around, his gaze falling on the sofa not far away.
Two women sat there, distinct in style, yet both breathtaking beauties.
Felicia, clad in a tight black leather suit with a low zipper revealing a large expanse of fair skin.
And Emma, in a white haute couture gown, exuding noble and cold elegance, like an ice queen.
Sensing Frieza's aggressive gaze, the two women reacted differently.
Felicia licked her red lips and threw a seductive wink.
Emma, on the other hand, puffed out her proud chest, a hint of ambition in her eyes.
"Ladies."
Frieza stepped forward, extending his hand gallantly.
"Since the interview is over, we should discuss the details of the contract."
"After all, the position of personal secretary involves very intimate work."
"Loki, prepare the car, we're returning to the island."
...
Frieza Island Estate.
Sharon, in her maid uniform, was busy directing the newly hired servants to clean the estate.
When she saw Frieza enter the villa with two exquisite beauties, her eyes dimmed for a moment, but quickly returned to submission.
"Master, welcome home." Sharon dutifully offered him slippers.
Frieza didn't even look at her, walking straight upstairs with Felicia and Emma into the luxurious master bedroom.
Even Loki was called inside.
Click.
The door closed.
Looking at the bedroom filled with masculine hormones, Felicia and Emma exchanged glances, feeling somewhat nervous and a little confused.
Was this going to be a direct situation?
"Don't be nervous."
Frieza took off his jacket, tossing it to Loki, then loosened his tie and sat on the edge of the bed.
His crimson eyes, with a playful look that seemed to see through people, swept over the two women.
"Are you truly not afraid of me?"
"I am a demon who just destroyed a city and intends to enslave all of humanity, you know."
"Afraid? Of course, I'm afraid."
Felicia walked forward with a feline grace, sitting on the carpet at Frieza's feet, her hands resting on his knees, looking up with hazy eyes.
"But, more than fear, I prefer strength."
"In this world, only a man like you is worthy of me, Felicia."
"As for so-called morals? Those are rules for the poor."
"Ohoho... what an honest little wildcat." Frieza reached out and lifted her chin, his thumb caressing her smooth skin.
"What about you?" He looked at Emma standing nearby.
Although Emma wasn't as direct as Felicia, her gaze was even more naked.
It was a craving for power.
"Lord Frieza."
She elegantly curtsied, her voice cool and firm.
"I don't need so-called security, I need the view from the pinnacle."
"As long as I can always be your personal secretary, sharing the glory of your world domination..."
She stepped forward, knelt on one knee, took one of Frieza's hands, and pressed it against her face.
"Whatever you do to me, whatever your special preferences, I have no objections."
The implication in her words was already crystal clear.
Give her power, give her status, and her body was yours to do with as you pleased.
"Beautifully said."
Frieza clapped, the smile in his eyes growing wider.
"I like honest and greedy women like you."
"However..."
Frieza's tone suddenly shifted, his eyes instantly becoming icy cold.
"No matter how sweet your words, who knows what wicked schemes you hide in your hearts?"
"What if you suddenly decided to stab me in bed?"
"Though it wouldn't harm me, it would ruin my mood."
The two women's faces stiffened.
"Loki."
Frieza snapped his fingers.
"Bring out that thing."
"Yes, Master."
Loki, who had been a background figure, immediately scurried over and pulled out two pieces of parchment glowing with a faint green light.
Soul Contracts.
"Sign it."
Frieza pointed to the contract, his tone brooking no argument.
"If you want to climb into my bed, if you want power and protection, consider this your admission ticket."
Felicia and Emma looked at the eerie contract, feeling an instinctive discomfort, but both were formidable characters. Since they had decided to attach themselves to a stronger being, there was no need to hesitate.
Rather than being a villain who could die at any moment in a chaotic world, it was better to be the cosmic emperor's canary.
Without any hesitation, both bit their fingers and pressed their fingerprints onto the parchment.
Buzz!
The contract burned and souls bound.
Frieza felt two new soul connections establish, and the feeling of absolute control put him in a good mood.
"Very good, very obedient."
Frieza stood up and waved to Loki. "Go, bring those two special work outfits I prepared in the wardrobe."
Loki instantly understood, revealing a lewd grin, and went to retrieve two outfits... well, almost entirely made of ribbons and lace.
"This..."
Emma looked at the few strips of fabric in her hand, her face flushing slightly.
"What? Unwilling?" Frieza narrowed his eyes.
"Willing! Of course, willing!"
How could they refuse?
In front of Frieza, they began a blood-pumping changing show.
Loki discreetly exited, closing the door behind him.
A moment later.
Looking at the two alluring beauties before him, like peeled eggs, yet dressed in highly contrasting attire, Frieza slowly loosened his tie.
He walked in front of them, his tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped the two women.
"Since you're both ready..."
Frieza reached out his hands, wrapping them around their slender waists, pulling them closer.
In his crimson eyes, primal flames burned, yet also a regal scrutiny.
"However, I must warn you."
He whispered in their ears, his voice hoarse and dangerous.
"My power is very great."
"In every aspect."
"Your fragile little bodies..."
Frieza's finger traced Emma's diamond-smooth spine.
"Can you handle it?"
Emma smiled slightly, her body instantly entering its diamond form, becoming crystal clear and indestructible, yet retaining her soft feminine curves.
"Lord Frieza, you might not know."
She looked at Frieza with seductive eyes, a hint of provocation in her tone. "I can switch between softest and hardest at any time."
"No matter how strong you are, I can... take it all."
On the other side, Felicia was not to be outdone, coiling around Frieza like a snake.
"My King, a cat has nine lives."
"And..."
She licked Frieza's earlobe. "I'm very agile, I guarantee your satisfaction."
"Oh-ho-ho..."
"In that case, let me thoroughly test your work capabilities."