Correction Facility Terror Incident (2)
Late at night.
A faint explosion echoed from somewhere distant, and the sirens that followed tore through the entire facility, jolting both me and Ju-ri awake.
"What's going on?"
"Huh."
She had been so exhausted she had forgotten to wash up before collapsing into sleep, so Ju-ri sat up still plastered in my semen, staring blankly around the room.
And before long—
The Special Ward?
That was where they locked up first-time villain sex offenders.
The urgent voice cut off.
BOOM!
Another muffled explosion rolled through the walls.
Is that an actual bomb?
"W-wait. If it's Sparky…"
"Yeah. She's my friend."
"…She'll be fine, right?"
"……She'll be fine. Yu-hui is strong."
Even as she said it, Ju-ri's eyes darted restlessly, the anxiety plain on her face.
Of course she was worried.
Every warden in the Special Ward was either an Ability User or a hero on leave. An escape happening in a place like that was bound to rattle anyone.
"It'll be okay."
Ju-ri muttered the words, then slapped her own cheek hard and stood up.
"I have to go."
She did.
I soaked a towel and wiped the semen off her body. It had even splattered across her chest.
"If you'd just finished inside, we wouldn't have to deal with this mess."
"Shut up, you idiot."
Sneaking in a creampie appeal at a time like this?
I flicked her forehead. Ju-ri puffed out her cheeks, pulled on her uniform, and headed for the door.
"Hey—your phone!"
"Oh, right."
I tossed the smartphone after her, then stretched out on the bed to wait and see how things developed.
While I waited, I idly played with the phone Ju-ri had given me. Mine had been confiscated, after all.
For the record, this one was stuffed full of photos she had taken and sent during work. So many that her selfies alone ate up most of the storage.
A shot of her using a baton like a dildo mid-shift. A video of her kissing the camera all by herself. Pictures of her fooling around with her coworkers—though in this world, "dirty" play was just ordinary play.
She sent that kind of thing constantly. Every time she left the cell for duty, the phone vibrated nonstop like a flood of incoming calls. On the first day I got it, the thing never stopped buzzing.
The reason I saved every single one? If I didn't, Ju-ri would get sad.
That little detail made something clear: Pure Love Training hadn't rewritten her from the roots. It had simply erased her resistance to vanilla sex with me.
In doujinshi terms, it was that classic setup—the girl who gets fucked by the NTR guy on drugs, can't forget the pleasure, and ends up choosing the NTR guy's drug sex over her boyfriend.
Saying it out loud made me sound like a thoroughly scummy criminal, but I hadn't used any drugs, so I could hold my head high. Besides, Ju-ri had no boyfriend and had been a virgin.
BOOM!
"There's another one."
What the hell is going on?
"Huh. Wi-Fi just died. What?"
Love Comedy.
Ability: Sex Fantasy.
She could force illusions onto anyone who entered her field of vision. From the rooftop of a high-rise she had indiscriminately activated that power on the people below—showing them two people shyly confessing, or going on a date in fully covered clothing, and other such nightmarish scenes. The majority of victims suffered severe psychological trauma from the sheer horror of it.
Among the victims were drivers; multi-car pileups and traffic accidents erupted one after another. There were Ability Users among them as well, and the shock caused them to unleash their powers unconsciously, spawning still more disasters.
Two such ability-based terror attacks in total. Because she had only used her power on busy streets, the victim count reached two hundred thirty.
That was why Yeong Yu-hui—the hero Sparky—had been assigned to handle Love Comedy, and why she had already been thinking through countermeasures.
During a lecture she had let her guard down and fallen under the ability once. But when she faced the villain as a hero, she would never be caught by Love Comedy's power at close range.
Of course, the organization itself never once believed Love Comedy could subdue Sparky if they clashed head-on. They had asked her whether she could handle it, but no one expected anything from her.
If Slime was going to have trouble against Sparky, all they had to do was give him the means to deal with her. Heroes were celebrities; their abilities were thoroughly analyzed, so countermeasures were never that difficult.
KRA-BOOM!
Slime used explosives to drive a lightning rod as tall as himself into the ground. Then he scooped up the now-unconscious Love Comedy, who had been conveniently knocked out for easy transport.
"Ugh! Hauling this thing almost killed me—it's so heavy!"
Slime cackled as he said it. The moment Sparky saw that, instinct took over and she used her power to put distance between them.
CRACKLE!
Lightning was drawn to the rod as if by a magnet, and Sparky's body was yanked straight toward it.
"Huh?"
The unexpected movement left her flustered; she checked her own clothes and realized—
"……Oh, crap!"
—she was wearing pajamas, not her hero suit.
"If you'd had the insulated suit on, this wouldn't have happened, right?"
Slime grinned, inflated one fist to enormous size, and—
WHAM!
—slammed it into Sparky's face.
"Ghk!"
A punch from a blob of jelly shouldn't have packed much force. To compensate, Slime kept small metal fragments floating across his surface. The hard, heavy impact buckled Sparky's knees. She fired electricity at him anyway—
ZAP!
—but the bolt was sucked into the lightning rod and grounded into the earth.
CRACK!
"Kh—!"
"Even the great Sparky looks pretty ordinary up close!"
The slightest use of her ability yanked her toward the rod. Without it, she couldn't damage that squishy jelly body. How many helpless blows had she taken by then?
CRUNCH!
One of the Special Ward wardens who had arrived as backup smashed the lightning rod. Sparky was free.
"I'm going to kill this bastard!"
Her vision painted red, she blinked hard and charged at Slime—
"You really think I'd only prepare one countermeasure for you?"
The instant the rod was destroyed, Slime activated the bomb he had already pulled out.
An EMP bomb.
FWOOOOM!!
The EMP detonated. The entire Special Ward went dark. Wi-Fi across the whole Correction Facility died.
"AAAAAARGH!"
Sparky, caught in the direct blast, suffered a surge of overcurrent that shocked her brain and paralyzed her ability.
"Ugh… ah…"
If she had been wearing her hero suit, the helmet's built-in countermeasures would have blocked it. Slime closed in on the reeling Sparky and swung a powerful fist.
CRUNCH!
News of Sparky's defeat never got out.
The EMP had fried every electronic device; there was no way to report it. Even the CCTV that should have recorded Sparky going down was dead.
No other warden possessed an ability that could harm Slime the way Sparky's could, so no one could stop him.
Which meant everything that followed happened purely by chance, with no outside interference whatsoever.
Like a man who has learned boxing throwing random punches just because he can. Like a guy who goes to the gym striking poses in front of the mirror and eagerly volunteering for any little task that lets him show off his strength. Or like boys in the old days of pro wrestling popularity copying the moves for no reason. Or like someone taking on something slightly dangerous out of sheer pride, just so they won't look weak, and immediately regretting it.
Once a man gets power, he wants to use it. He gets excited and charges into reckless, dangerous things. That was the reason men die young—and that was exactly what caused what happened next.
"……Hold on a second."
Inside the Correction Facility, where the Wi-Fi was dead and every light had gone out, Choi Seong-gi suddenly muttered to himself.
"Is this maybe…?"
A chance to secretly test my ability?
"Oh?"
Thanks to Ju-ri he knew the entire internal layout of the facility. Earlier, when Jeong Ju-ri had almost left without her phone, she hadn't properly closed the door. And the dangerous situation created by the terror attack stirred up that peculiar thrill and excitement of sneaking out for a late-night walk.
"Ooooh?"
It was enough to make Choi Seong-gi do something stupid.
"Should I give it a try?"
That idiotic impulse, fanned by the superpower he had acquired, lit a fire under him. Something he would normally dismiss with an "Eh, better not" suddenly became something he was more than willing to do.
"Gotta cover my face first, at least…"
He ripped a strip from the bedsheet, wrapped it around his head, and cut eyeholes.
"Hmm. Harder to breathe than I expected."
He would just have to live with it.
Next he tore off every prisoner number and name tag. Later he planned to shred them completely and claim he had ripped them up while having sex with Ju-ri. The same excuse she had used when she fixed the bed he had wrecked during energy-manipulation experiments—"We broke it while fucking"—had been accepted so easily that it made this bold move possible.
"Perfect."
Face hidden, every identifying mark removed, Choi Seong-gi slipped quietly outside.
The wardens were all focused on the Special Ward; none remained inside the main facility. Seong-gi moved without hesitation. Once outside he flew straight for the Special Ward.
"Huh?"
"Hm?"
The moment he touched down in front of it, he came face-to-face with Slime and Love Comedy, who had just successfully escaped.
"……"
"……"
"……"
Slime, who had been letting his guard down because the job was almost finished. Love Comedy, who had been knocked out by a blow to the head and was only now coming around. And Choi Seong-gi, who had flown over without thinking.
All three simply stared at one another—until the wardens racing from the barracks outside the Special Ward arrived.
"Halt!"
"Who the hell is that?! There's one more of them!"
"I don't know! Just shoot them all!"
"Hmm."
Choi Seong-gi's assessment of the situation was lightning-fast.
"Hyaah!"
"Gahk?!"
Just in case his identity ever came out, he needed an excuse ready. So he immediately started pounding Slime's face.
"You bastard! I won't forgive you!"