Jessica Jones

"I'll start from the beginning."

"My parents died in a car accident."

"Someone performed dangerous experiments on me."

"I was kidnapped."

"Raped."

"Controlled into killing people."

"And now all I can do is throw this damn ball around here!!!"

Bang!

The rubber ball in her hand slammed viciously into the wall. As it exploded, cracks appeared across the wall as well.

And the person who had just roared quietly left.

The streets were filled with people, but they could not bring even the slightest bit of optimism to her.

Or rather, optimism had long since vanished from her life.

She was Jessica Jones, once Hell's Kitchen's superhero "Jewel," and now a private detective, drunk, and slut who was like a piece of dog shit!

She kept her head down, her hands tucked into her pockets as she walked down the street like a thief.

But she was thinking.

Only alcohol and drunkenness could give her brief numbness and hope.

Perhaps there was also fiery, unconventional sex?

But where could she find what she wanted...

She looked around blankly.

Then she thought of her detective agency. At least yesterday, she had made some money by taking pictures of an old man cheating on his wife.

"I'll go somewhere nicer and spend it all, like the best Basha!"

And so, following her memories, she arrived at Golden Mansion.

Only to feel that she had gotten lost.

Drinking heavily seemed to have become instinctive. She felt drunk before even taking a drink. Had she become unable to recognize the roads too?

Why had Golden Mansion turned into the fucking Heisenberg Mansion!

Heisenberg, whose name was on this building, had better pray that the Nightclub had not changed, and pray that she could still have a good time!

Otherwise, she would beat him to death...

"Ahhh, fuck, fuck fuck fuck!!!"

"Come on, you spineless bastard! Compete with me and see how much you can really drink!"

Gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp!

"Did you knock up your own fat belly?"

"Fight? Hahaha, I can't wait!"

Boom!!!

Crash!

Clang!

Bang!

At around 11:20 p.m., Heisenberg, who had been chatting with Coulson in a booth, had no choice but to accept the fact that someone was causing trouble in his Nightclub.

Watching Heisenberg rise impatiently, Coulson reached out with a hint of sympathy.

"Heisenberg!"

he called.

"I... want to say something for those drunks. They're just drunk, but they don't deserve to die, right?"

"Mm-hmm!"

Heisenberg grunted, then turned and left, leaving Coulson alone in the booth, agonizing over it.

After all, he was not sure whether Heisenberg's response meant he had accepted the advice or not.

As for Heisenberg...

Clap... clap... clap!

He clapped his hands forcefully.

Visible shockwaves burst from Heisenberg's palms, blowing all the customers within a dozen meters around him back several staggering steps.

And the sound was even louder.

Heisenberg had intended to use the noise to make the drunks stop fighting. After all, his Nightclub had been open for over a week, and the people who hung around here all knew his temper.

But today was clearly different.

As Heisenberg's claps rang out, one side of the brawling crowd stopped together.

But one woman—a woman who looked somewhat slender but was clearly incredibly strong—kept fighting without pause.

She even lifted a burly man weighing at least 180 pounds high into the air with one hand, then punched his stomach with the other!

Seeing that, Heisenberg broke into a delighted smile.

"Wow~!"

he exclaimed in surprise. Smiling as he looked around, he continued speaking to the customers watching the scene.

"What a hot rose, isn't she?"

"Of course! Boss, get in there already!"

"Boss, this chick is yours! Go for it!"

"Look at how hard she punches, just like the boss!"

"This chick belongs in Mr. Heisenberg's bed, no question about it!"

The surrounding customers began making lewd remarks, as expected, but those words clearly made the enraged woman even more unhappy!

For the moment, she had no intention of turning around and beating up everyone in the Nightclub.

So she decided to take all that anger out on the fat man in front of her.

Thud!

Her fist struck the fat man's diaphragm hard, and he immediately vomited a mouthful of foamy blood.

"You just want to sleep with me, don't you? Get me drunk and see what's under these clothes?"

Thud!

Another vicious punch.

The fat man simply spat out bits of his internal organs.

"You can't outdrink me, so you drug my glass? Do you really have to be so fucking despicable?"

Bang!

Another punch, but the woman who threw it froze.

Her fist had actually been gently caught!

That was right. When she looked at the man in front of her, she felt as though the arm holding her fist was not using any strength at all.

That surprised her.

And at that moment, Heisenberg spoke.

"If that punch lands, he'll really die. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman seemed to suddenly remember something.

She abruptly backed away, then crouched helplessly on the floor.

Her expression was grotesque and torn, as if she had remembered something unimaginably terrifying.

But her loss of control lasted only an instant.

The next second, she stood again and snarled viciously at Heisenberg.

"Who the fuck are you, sticking your nose into my business..."

"Me?" Heisenberg smiled. "The owner here."

"So it's you!"

The woman did not care at all about Heisenberg being the owner and threw a vicious punch at his chest.

Naturally, Heisenberg did not dodge her fist.

Clang!!!

No one could have imagined that the instant the woman's fist struck Heisenberg's chest, it would make a sound comparable to metal striking metal.

And the woman herself was shaken back three steps.

"Holy fuck!!!"

The woman was stunned. Shaking her hand in pain, she stared wide-eyed at Heisenberg.

"You really are fucking strong. Come on, let's fight. If you win, you can play with me. How about it?"

"Haha, of course. Though your mouth has more profanity in it than I've heard in my entire life, I'd rather have it filled with something extra—something of mine!"

Heisenberg's mood grew better and better. After sensing the woman's terrifying, inhuman strength and the miserable, gloomy aura surrounding her...

He roughly knew who this pitiful woman was.

The woman gave Heisenberg no time to keep thinking. She stomped hard with her right foot, then charged at him with all her strength.

More than three sections of the Nightclub's floor shattered instantly.

But this poor woman...

So what if she could break the floor? Heisenberg pulled her into his arms with one hand.

"You all heard her. If I win, I get to play with her, so we're leaving.

Someone take that injured idiot to the hospital. The rest of you keep partying. Everything tonight is on me!"

Even though the woman in his arms kept struggling, Heisenberg ignored her. Amid countless cheers, he took her with him back to his penthouse villa.

That night was exceptionally wild. The woman's body was far stronger than an ordinary person's, and her desire for that sort of thing was greater than anyone else's.

She even craved being hurt during it!

And Heisenberg...

For once, he let himself go a little.

The people he normally fought were all ordinary people, so he had to hold himself back far too much. Only when he encountered someone special like this woman could he relax somewhat.

Who knew about the woman, but Heisenberg's bed had collapsed.

Early the next morning, Heisenberg woke up on the floor.

He checked the time. It was not even six yet.

So he unhappily smacked the woman's ass.

If she had not planned to sneak away so early, why would he have to suffer through getting up this early?

At Heisenberg's smack, the woman, who had been secretly getting dressed, froze.

Then she spun around quickly, kissed Heisenberg on the cheek with a smile, and said,

"You performed well last night. I'm very satisfied, but I'm poor, so I won't be tipping you, okay?"

"Damn it!"

Heisenberg was immediately displeased and pulled the woman into his arms.

"Don't think you're getting away that easily. Time for some morning exercise!"

"Heh, you think I'm afraid of you!"

As they continued, the now-awake woman seemed to remember something. She struggled to turn her head and called out to Heisenberg, who was working just as hard.

"I'm Jessica Jones. Damn it, this is embarrassing, but I want you to know my name!"

"And what, do you want me to call that name when you reach heaven?"

As he said that, Heisenberg bit Jessica's ear.

By the time the two of them were done fooling around, it was already 7:20.

No matter how strong the woman was, she had little strength left.

Heisenberg carried her into the shower, then dragged her over to a lounge chair.

After calling for a waiter to bring breakfast, the two of them lay there and ate without caring about appearances.

As she ate, Jessica suddenly raised her head.

But whenever Heisenberg looked at Jessica, she lowered her head again.

After this happened several times, Heisenberg finally could not help asking,

"Curious because, now that you're sober, you've finally remembered who I am?"

"Indeed."

Jessica nodded and explained.

"You're the recently famous Heisenberg, right?

Kingpin's killer, the new king of New York's dark empire, the Injustice Superman from the rumors, and a savage who's great in bed!

Which title do you like best?"

After speaking, she extended an incredibly pale foot and rubbed Heisenberg's chest with her toes.

Heisenberg caught her foot, pulling it toward himself as he replied,

"The one where you praised me."

"Tch!"

Jessica withdrew her foot into her nightgown and continued eating.

After finishing breakfast, Jessica did not put on any makeup. She simply tied up her hair and prepared to leave.

Heisenberg did not try to stop her immediately, even though he truly liked this woman who had once been Jewel but was now covered in wounds from Purple Man's torment.

But precisely because he liked her so much...

At around eleven, Heisenberg put on the suit Barbara had picked out for him and donned Terminator-style sunglasses.

Heisenberg got into the Bentley Kingpin had once ridden in, carrying the address Billy had given him for the Jessica Jones Detective Agency.

Heisenberg set off.

Jessica stepped out of the office in clothes so plain they bordered on shabby, her face filled with boredom.

Before she had taken two steps, she spotted an old friend.

"Hey, Jessica, you look great today. Did that anger-management club I introduced you to yesterday work out?"

"Heh, I'm even angrier now!"

Jessica replied with a pout.

Hearing that, her friend looked Jessica up and down.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don't look angrier at all. You look satisfied!"

"What kind of man did you meet last night? Was he that good?"

"Ha, if you're talking about that, he was incredible. So incredible my waist is practically broken. He lasted forever, and he was powerful—whoosh~~~!!!"

Once the topic turned to that, Jessica unusually became a little more animated. She even whistled at the end.

Her friend immediately broke into a suggestive smile along with her.

When women got together, what else was there to talk about but this, right?

After chatting for a while, the two went their separate ways. Jessica left the building where her office was located, intending to grab something to eat at the nearest fast-food restaurant.

But the instant she stepped out of the building...

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

She immediately let out a string of screams!

By the time her screaming stopped, she was already floating outside the atmosphere!

She looked at the satellite right before her, then at the blue Earth beneath her feet.

Jessica blinked twice.

Then she glared fiercely at Heisenberg, who was holding her.

"Are you really Superman?"

Jessica asked.

Heisenberg thought for a moment, then nodded before shaking his head.

"Jessica, I looked into what happened to you and found a bastard who disgusted me, along with everything he did that made me furious.

"So I decided you needed a miracle, and I gave you one!"

After saying that, Heisenberg pressed his face against Jessica's astonishingly pale cheek.

"You asked whether I'm Superman. I'm not.

"I do have strength like Superman's, but I'll personally slaughter the man who hurt you.

"I'll crush him alive into a pulp, then throw him into the sun!

"Superman isn't as cruel as I am, is he?"

"That's why Superman was never my hero."

Jessica burst into tears as she spoke.

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