Standing Before the 'Real Hero'

I ended the call with Brunhilde.

Nothing had happened to Lee Seowon yet. Which meant it was time to put the plan into action.

A sealed, abandoned factory. The perfect spot for a villain organization to hatch a plot.

I looked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at the three villains in front of me and the agent playing the "victim," bound head to toe with tape over her mouth.

"The text has been sent. Everyone, steel yourselves."

Lee Seowon. The supreme hero whose mere existence could end every villain's story with "went on a rampage and got caught by Lee Seowon."

These three villains and this trap were far too amateurish to take her on.

Witae wasn't a weak villain, but she was woefully inadequate against Lee Seowon.

"Well, she won't kill you, so don't worry. That woman's a good person."

"I hope you're right..."

I sat on some mystery chair in a gas mask and black robe, gazing at the victim.

A moment later, I felt a vibration.

"...She's here."

No one needed to say it. Everyone felt it.

The air trembled. The ground shook. Footsteps echoed.

The door opened.

"You the ones who called me...?"

Lee Seowon had arrived.

"..."

We had prepared lines. But none of us could utter them.

Her presence crushed us.

Every cell in my body screamed. Not reason, but instinct quaked in terror, begging to be spared.

Is this how it feels...?

I already knew the extent of her presence. Back when I first sensed her "arrival," I hadn't even realized "This is Lee Seowon."

But instinctively, I'd felt relief. Conviction that the villains rampaging and killing would all die or be captured. Hope that if I just held on a little longer, I'd survive.

To the innocent, Lee Seowon was a hero who instilled hope by her existence alone. A human who proclaimed the defeat of evil and victory of justice with every step and breath.

But I was a villain now.

To villains, she was terror. Despair. Overwhelming death and inevitable defeat.

Every plan, preparation, force, effort. All the schemes of the wicked, crushed by her absolute power. She was apocalypse incarnate.

I felt it.

"Why so quiet? This is awkward. Did I take a wrong turn? You didn't actually send that text?"

She was smiling.

She hadn't come here oblivious to this clumsy text being a trap.

She knew. She must have known.

And Lee Seowon would have crushed dozens, hundreds of villains who'd tried to lure her into traps like this.

"I... am the leader of the villain organization, Control."

I could barely hear my own voice. Terrifying. Frightening. Overwhelming. Dangerous.

Instinct screamed that provoking this "creature" was suicidal folly.

"If you want to save this woman..."

Still, I had to do it. It was necessary.

Desperately, I grabbed the "hostage" agent and stroked her face.

"Kneel and surrender."

"Uh, surrender!"

"Huh?"

She casually dropped to her knees and raised her hands.

"What, you still won't trust me like this? I get it!"

"..."

"But won't you stop holding that dagger to the throat of the girl on your side? It's dangerous."

"How did you—"

"Aigoo, so obvious... Look, I'm Lee Seowon. I've seen my share of hostage dramas. You think you're the first to pull a fake hostage stunt like this?"

We were being toyed with. Lee Seowon dominated the space alone.

"You guys... you're clearly not used to this. Tae, I saw you in prison once. This guy's your 'master'?"

"...Don't talk about her."

"Amazing. Your eyes are so clear now. No idea what happened, but... you look a bit fiercer, though he's way more charming. That your 'master'? Seems like a good guy."

No hostility. These amateur "villain organization" fools were too weak to even draw her ire or anger.

"Can I ask one favor?"

"..."

"Quit this stuff. Okay?"

Lee Seowon spoke warmly, like a kind and pretty big sister. Intentional, no doubt. Not acting as Hero Lee Seowon, but "kind sister Lee Seowon" to lower our guards.

"No victims yet. Not really. I just got caught up in a prank call... but hey, I won't report it or anything!"

"..."

"You're all young, right? Pay for your crimes, then start a new life. Your lives aren't over. I'll do my best to help you."

No hypocrisy there. Lee Seowon had already visited Witae once.

"Trust me. I'm Lee Seowon, Korea's top hero."

There were rumors—like something out of a morality textbook—that Lee Seowon had reformed countless villains with her sincerity and love.

Now, I believed them. With that body and those eyes saying those words, even the most vicious villain would turn themselves in.

"And from what I see, you're not bad people. You just... got swept up in bad stuff and formed a little ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠villain group."

Lee Seowon approached us slowly, like a kind girl careful not to spook a stray cat.

"The world still needs you. There are people who'll love you. Don't lose hope."

She seemed to glow. Like an angel descended, showering infinite love on the villains before her.

"Too bad."

But what I had to do hadn't changed.

I had to rape her.

"Hm?"

White gas billowed out. Sleep gas.

"Sorry, but this won't cut it. I'm Lee Seowon. No poison can harm me. So please... just stop here."

She approached me. Her solid, robust thighs and arms—brimming with healthy allure—drew nearer.

"If you fight a hero... your crimes will only grow. Then... I won't be able to protect you."

That was sincere. Not fear she'd be hurt or killed. Fear that resisting her would make our—and the three villains'—crimes worse.

"Please. I'm begging you... please."

"Hey, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠boss. Block her?"

Witae stepped in front of me.

"Can you?"

"Crazy talk. Couldn't last a second. She's a real monster..."

"Then don't."

If someone had to die, it should be me. I wouldn't die easily.

Lee Seowon came right up to me.

"Can't hear well through the mask... but nice voice. You could be a voice actor."

"Ah."

A memory surfaced. When the subway station was choked with smoke and fire, streets piled with civilian blood and corpses from villain kills.

Lee Seowon had said that to me, back when I was just a kid.

—Can't hear well through the smoke... but nice voice. You could be a voice actor.

"Don't you have dreams? Villain organizations are way more dangerous and tough than they look. Plenty of honest, cool jobs out there. You could make a smarter choice—"

She took my hand. Firm. Like her convictions.

"Huh?"

Then the white smoke finally touched her nose.

"No way... this can't...?"

Lee Seowon collapsed.

The indomitable hero, like a mighty oak that should never fall. The symbol of hope, forged from justice, conviction, and pure goodness—crumbled.

That was my last memory.

"Wait, you were wearing gas masks. How the hell...?"

"Sorry. Guess... we reported it had to work on Lee Seowon, so they brought super potent stuff."

"Yeah?"

"Ultra-fine particles that slip through gas masks... that kind of thing."

"Could happen."

A minor hiccup, but the plan was proceeding steadily.

"So who moved Lee Seowon Hero?"

"Me."

Witae raised her hand.

"A hero falling to sleep gas like that? Doesn't make sense. I didn't get affected, so it probably didn't faze her at all."

"..."

"Your power... maybe it's not just hypnosis or mind control. Maybe it actually alters reality. Fuck, who the hell are you...?"

"Don't know."

Who I was didn't matter much. What mattered was what I chose and what I had to do.

"Ready?"

"Tied her up. Pierced her skin with a needle that 'shouldn't even scratch Lee Seowon,' injected muscle-weakening drugs that 'shouldn't affect her at all.'"

Lee Seowon's powers were overwhelming superhuman strength, martial arts, combat sense, instincts, and resistance. Not flashy like shooting fire from her hands, so that should suffice.

"Then... time to do it for real."

I'd hoped this moment wouldn't come.

But eventually, even the most unwanted task must be done.

Now, I had to subjugate Lee Seowon.

Through her cock and pleasure—something utterly divorced from her nobility.