Pure Love Training (4)
The next morning.
I had fallen asleep with Juri held tightly in my arms, and the moment I woke I stroked her, savoring her scent and the warmth of her body.
"Ugh, stop that."
"There you go again. Would it kill you to be as sweet as you were yesterday?"
"That was—! That was because something was wrong with me! Yes! Your power must have gotten me!"
"My power doesn't work like that."
"Tch."
As I kept stroking her, my eyes fell on the drawing across her stomach, already starting to fade. The sketch that marked the length of my cock. Come to think of it, that belly drawing never seemed to last. Did she redraw it every day? Wasn't that a pain?
"Juri. Kiss me."
"I will not!"
"Ah-ah."
I kissed her by force.
"…Come to think of it, what kind of kissing do normal people do around here?"
"Pardon?"
"You can't tell me people only kiss each other on the ass."
"…Well. Sometimes they hold an aphrodisiac in their mouths and kiss that way."
So the kiss itself was never the point. Something else always was.
I kissed her again.
"Mmh."
Juri accepted it more naturally this time. She still scrunched up her face, and unlike yesterday she didn't lean in on her own—but still. People didn't change overnight, did they?
I would take my time with this.
"Let's eat first. What do you want?"
"Ah—before that, may I contact my friends?"
"About what?"
"That… I'll be staying here for a while."
"Hm?"
Hmm. She wouldn't say anything weird… would she?
I sucked again at the kiss mark I'd left on her neck and rubbed my cock against her thigh.
"Nnh."
"Fine. Go ahead."
"Yes."
I watched how she messaged them.
…
Nothing suspicious. If anything, the group chat was raining congratulations on her—finally got laid, finally lost it, the works.
"…Do the wardens at the Correction Facility do this kind of thing a lot?"
"Do this kind of thing? No."
She seemed to think for a second, then dropped the formal speech and switched to casual.
"What do you mean, a lot?"
"With the criminals… you know. Doing… that."
"Yeah. People fight tooth and nail to get assigned the criminals who match their tastes. Bribes and everything."
"You can choose?"
"If you drop a hint when they hand out assignments, they'll usually work something out."
Hmm. Pretty casual about it. Did these people have no concept of what it meant to be dealing with criminals? It was a miracle nothing worse had happened with the other inmates so far.
"Right—breakfast."
I let go of Juri, confiscated her smartphone, and stood in front of the display to pick our morning meal.
"Hey! My phone!"
"I'm not giving it back. No telling what you'd try behind my back."
While I said it, I looked over the breakfast options.
Set A
Rice · Kimchi · Doenjang stew · Stir-fried anchovies · Fried egg
Drink: Orange juice · Dessert: Peach
Set B
Rice · Kimchi · Doenjang stew · Stir-fried ham · Stir-fried spinach
Drink: Milk · Dessert: Banana
Hmm. I hated peaches, so that settled it.
"Which one do you want?"
"A."
"I'll take B. Hey—can't you use your clearance to order something like fried chicken?"
"Mmm. Not impossible, but…"
"Then we're having chicken for dinner."
After placing the order, I sat on the bed and checked how much energy had built up inside me.
Call the energy from a perverted play session 1. Call the energy from masturbation 3.
"Whoa."
In a single day of Pure Love Training with Juri, I had generated a full 50.
"Holy shit."
That was no joke. With this much energy I felt like I could do anything. Well—I'd still have to find out how much flight or an energy blast actually cost. But the sheer amount was undeniable.
How much am I going to have by the time Juri's training is finished?
Hell, maybe I could just break out of this Correction Facility altogether.
"So. How's the escape prep coming?"
A special cell packed with every cutting-edge system available, built to hold a single criminal. The prisoner inside had already subdued the warden sent to re-educate her and was now casually using the woman's smartphone to talk to the outside world.
"Do you really need to break out of there? You're still a first-timer—that's the only reason they put you in a Correction Facility. If you escape…"
"Spare me the lecture. Is it ready or not? I don't want to spend another minute in this place. It's contaminating my purity."
The woman snapped at her contact, voice hard and final.
"Purity, my ass. You're the lunatic who makes rom-com crap."
"Excuse me?"
"You know what your villain name is, right? Love Comedy."
"What? What kind of villain name is that?"
"Villain names come from the crime. Penis Maker, Widow Raper…"
"Why is everything in English?"
"A lot of the big-name villains end up with English monikers. There's a non-English one, though—Serial Impregnator."
"And what the hell is that?"
A villain name she'd never heard before.
"Showed up recently. Matter-phasing ability. Snipes women's wombs from a distance with his own semen and impregnates them. The stuff moves fast, passes straight through clothes and flesh into the uterus—so they don't even know they're pregnant."
"Did this guy show up after I got locked up?"
"Yeah."
Love Comedy had only been in the Correction Facility for about a month. The fact that another bizarre villain had already appeared and started running wild in that short span made her sigh.
"What a world."
You're one to talk.
Her contact wanted to say it out loud, but kept quiet.
"Anyway—about the escape. If we can deal with just one hero inside the Correction Facility, the rest is easy…"
"Who?"
"Yeong Yu-hui."
"Huh?"
Love Comedy looked at the warden in front of her—gasping, writhing, completely lost in the illusion Love Comedy was feeding her.
"Heh-heh♡ Hoo-hoo♡ Well? Isn't my pussy so much better than my little sister's? Heh-heh♡ Come on—if you don't rock those hips harder, I'll send this video to her right now~"
She was showing the woman whatever fantasy she wanted, but what exactly was the warden seeing?
Love Comedy checked the tags floating above the warden's head.
Femdom. Reverse rape. Netorare (male).
"…Uh. Hey?"
"Yeah?"
"That Yeong Yu-hui girl? I think I've already taken her down."
"What? …She's a pretty strong hero."
"So what? She's down. Just come get me."
"Alright. Okay."
After hanging up, Love Comedy checked the messages that had come in on Yeong Yu-hui's phone.
"What's this?"
A group chat post about a warden who had finally lost her virginity and decided to share a room with some criminal.
"…Oh."
Love Comedy looked at the photo the warden had uploaded, then scrolled through the rest.
And she saw it.
A cock so massive and thick it barely looked human—a pillar of flesh.
"Oh, fuck. …Does that thing even fit?"
Maybe she should drop by and say hello on the way out.
…No. Bad idea.
If I went hard on an escape, the heroes would swarm in to drag me back. Could I even beat them? From what I'd heard, they were combat specialists the state trained professionally.
One or two, sure—I could put them down. Sexerzi… no. My power was strong enough that I was confident of that much. But if the numbers stacked up, they'd flatten me just as easily.
The only fighting I'd ever done was sparring at a taekwondo dojo as a kid and making a friend cry. My parents yelled at me that day and I quit.
Hmm.
Maybe I should just ask.
"Juri."
"Yeah?"
"How strong are heroes, exactly?"
"Wait—you don't know?"
She looked at me like I'd asked why water was wet. I kept going, perfectly casual.
"I just awakened my power, so I'm curious all of a sudden. Heroes get professional training, right? I want to know how strong that actually makes them."
"Ahh."
She nodded like that made sense, chewed her peach for a moment, then answered.
"Becoming a hero is simpler than you'd think."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. You apply to the state, go through a bunch of screenings, train, and take the exams whenever you feel ready. Pass three tests and you're free to operate as a hero."
Hmm. So not the special-forces boot-camp treatment I'd imagined.
"Of course, once you're a hero you still have to renew your license every six months—so the veterans end up strong just by staying in the system."
Fair enough. I nodded.
"Then why does everyone want to be a hero so badly?"
Fighting criminals. No matter how I looked at it, it sounded like nothing but misery.
"It's cool. You make good money, and if you're lucky you get popular enough for commercials or movie cameos…"
"…"
"Plus, high-performing heroes get massive state support for their sex lives."
So that was it. Of course that was it.
Monsters enslaved to their own lust. In other words, most of them became heroes just to live out their sexual fantasies.
I refuse to lose to them!
Damn it. I did not want to fight those people and lose.
Once I'm out of here, I should at least sign up at a gym.
Captured villains already got put through horrific perversions in prison. What if some maniac became a hero specifically to do that kind of thing to villains?
"Oh, there are some. The ones who specialize in targeting a villain's ass—"
Fuck. Stop talking.
I sealed Juri's filthy-information-spilling mouth with my own.
"Mmph! Peach!"
"Why do you hate peaches so much?"
"That slimy texture is the worst!"
"…Gross."
"Aaaah! Don't shove a peach at me!"