Limitless Vice
Episode 6: Empire in Heat
The safehouse wasn't just a safehouse anymore—it was an empire's heartbeat. Drugs, weapons, cash, and women flowed in and out like a tide. The phone buzzed constantly, glowing like a second sun in Eric's hand, feeding him mission after mission.
He leaned back on a leather chair, cigarette between his lips, watching Karma and two other dancers snort lines of Void Dust on the table. Their moans echoed like music as their bodies quivered from the high.
Karma crawled across the table, lips against his. "Eric… you're unstoppable. Every deal, every fuck… you're not human anymore."
Eric smirked, pulling her onto his lap. "I wasn't human to begin with."
The phone pulsed.
LEVEL: 5
BALANCE: $8,790
NEXT DEAL VALUE: $25
MISSION: Establish a Distribution Network (3 couriers minimum).
REWARD: +$5,000. Unlock Factory Access.
Eric dragged on his cigarette. "Couriers. Finally. Time to move product without getting my own hands dirty."
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The Couriers
He started in the streets. Eric walked through Harlem with Karma at his side, neon glow radiating off him like a god among insects. Eyes followed him everywhere. Women whispered. Men clenched their jaws in jealousy.
It didn't take long to find his first recruit. A skinny kid on the corner, hoodie too big, sneakers falling apart. He watched Eric like a starving dog.
"You deal?" Eric asked.
The kid stammered. "Uh—yeah. Sometimes. Small stuff."
Eric shoved a glowing bag into his hand. "Forget small. You work for me now. Twenty-five a hit. Keep five. Bring me the rest. You loyal, you eat. You betray me, you die. Simple."
The kid swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, boss."
The phone buzzed.
Courier 1 Assigned.
The second courier was a stripper from Queens, a single mom with debt up to her eyeballs. Eric found her crying in the club bathroom. He handed her a vial, pressed it to her lips.
"One sale, you make more than a week shaking ass for drunks," he whispered as she shivered. "You want out of the gutter? Work for me."
She kissed him before answering. They fucked against the stall wall, her moans shaking the pipes. When it was over, she swore loyalty with tears in her eyes.
SEX MISSION COMPLETE. +1 Level.
LEVEL: 6.
NEXT DEAL VALUE: $30.
Courier 2 Assigned.
The third was in the Galaxy Market—an alien girl with skin that shimmered like glass, sharp eyes, and a cruel smile. She laughed at his offer, until he pulled her into a side alley and bent her over a crate. The whole district heard her screaming his name.
Afterwards, her grin was different—hungry, addicted. "I'll move your product," she whispered, kissing his bloodied knuckles.
SEX MISSION COMPLETE. +1 Level.
LEVEL: 7.
NEXT DEAL VALUE: $35.
Courier 3 Assigned.
The phone pulsed in his hand like it was proud.
MISSION COMPLETE: Distribution Network Established.
REWARD: +$5,000. Factory Access Unlocked.
BALANCE: $13,790.
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The Factory
Back at the safehouse, Eric swiped his phone. A new icon glowed: Factory. He tapped it, and reality shifted. The back wall of the warehouse peeled open, revealing an impossible structure—machines of steel and neon, pumping powders and vials onto conveyor belts. Workers manifested out of smoke, faceless, soulless, loyal to him alone.
Karma stared in awe. "You built… a drug factory. Out of nothing."
Eric smirked. "Not nothing. Out of me."
He watched as bags of Void Dust rolled off the belts by the thousands. Unlimited supply. Unlimited reach. Unlimited profit.
The phone buzzed again.
NEW OPTION: Bulk Deals. 100 Units Minimum.
Profit Potential: Exponential.
Eric laughed. "Now we're talking. This isn't a hustle anymore. This is a kingdom."
His Addiction
That night, the factory hummed like a heartbeat. Eric sat in his throne, women draped over him, lips on his neck, hands on his chest. He was glowing brighter than ever, his body sharper, cleaner, more magnetic every level.
But it wasn't the money that made him smirk—it was the fucking. Every thrust, every moan, every orgasm made him feel alive. The drugs, the deals, the power—it all mattered, but the sex was what truly made him burn.
Karma whispered against his ear as another girl straddled him. "You can't stop, can you?"
Eric groaned, smoke curling from his lips. "I don't want to. Every time I fuck, I get stronger. Every time I deal, I get richer. This is who I am. This is what I was created for."
The phone pulsed violently, syncing with his heartbeat.
SEX MISSION COMPLETE. +1 Level.
LEVEL: 8.
NEXT DEAL VALUE: $40.
Eric exhaled, eyes glowing like a predator's. "I'm limitless. And anyone who doesn't like it can choke on my fucking success."
Foreshadowing
As the night bled into dawn, the phone buzzed again. A warning.
ALERT: Galactic Syndicate Leaders Have Taken Notice.
Incoming Challenge: Approaching Soon.
Eric smirked, pulling another girl onto his lap without a second thought. "Good. Let them come. I'll fuck their daughters, sell drugs to their soldiers, and buy their planets. One level at a time."
The factory roared, the women moaned, and Eric—smoking, laughing, alive—was ready for the next stage of his empire.