The Anti-Hero's Dark Hobby and the Glow Stick's Power
"Don't fight like that, you two. You're both doing amazingly well."
Minwoo said this as he stroked their heads. The silky texture of their hair, smooth as fine satin, delighted his fingers. But he soon had to stop.
"You bastard...! How dare you touch Her Majesty's noble locks so carelessly... It's blasphemy!"
"Huh? Oh... sorry."
Minwoo's hand jerked back at Siola's sharp rebuke.
"It troubles me not, Siola. All this is a necessary step to nurture his power. For his sake, something as trivial as a touch upon my hair means nothing."
"Your Majesty..."
"..."
Ernate’s calm demeanor brought a look of emotion to Siola’s face. To Minwoo watching from the side, though, it was pure slapstick comedy—nothing more, nothing less.
She's fine with servicing me with her tits but flips out over a hair touch? What a farce.
He swallowed a laugh. No helping it—his hypnosis hadn't covered hair petting. He hadn't gone into that much detail.
Still, I get why they picked me as the Anti-Hero now.
Ernate had explained the criteria for selecting an Anti-Hero. The one more wicked and cruel than any other, someone who hated heroes—that's who got summoned.
But Minwoo didn't fit. He wasn't a saint, but no villain either. Just your average Joe, far from ruthless or sadistic.
Except for one thing. A rather unique hobby.
He ran a small personal homepage. Niche as hell. A site dedicated to 19+ ero games.
Not your vanilla stuff. No pure love stories. Only the dark side: humiliation, brainwashing, hypnosis, training. Minwoo's site specialized in that twisted corner of ero gaming.
In short, he was a connoisseur of the shadows.
Truth be told, he'd sensed it unconsciously from the moment he saw this Demon Queen. No way a body this erotic exists in the real world!
Considering his tastes, it fit the Anti-Hero bill perfectly. The protagonists in his favorite games were all heartless villains. And heroes? He didn't hate them outright, but he always eyed them with envy and spite.
Those kids, grounded in reality unlike him, shining brighter than anyone. Minwoo had long fantasized about their downfall. The harem lead, indecisive as ever, losing his girls to other men. The devoted heroine, pure and true, brutalized by some faceless evil.
Scenarios straight out of his games, projected onto them now and then. Pure imagination, of course. Everyone thinks dark shit sometimes.
Real-life Minwoo? Just a sad, single middle-aged loner.
Not anymore.
With this glow stick...
I can do anything.
Minwoo grinned wickedly.
The glow stick's powers boiled down to three main functions.
First: mana absorption. A passive ability, independent of the button. Touch a target, and it sucks up their mana dry. Magic? The spell fizzles out. Living being? Their mana reserves vanish in an instant.
Absolute magic shield. And if a creature loses all mana? Mana depletion hits—dizziness like anemia, fainting, even life-threatening in bad cases. Every being here has mana; drain it all, and they're toast.
Handy in a pinch as a blunt weapon. Temporary, sure. But the absorbed mana? No clue yet. Probably fuels the stick like a battery.
Second: perceived time stop. Activate general mode with one button press. Condition: target sees the light.
They freeze—not real time, just their perception. Perfect term for it. If they're off-balance? They topple like dominoes.
Less a direct power, more a bridge to the next phase. Still, halting foes cold? Great for dodging or setups. Attack a stopped enemy? Possible, but against Demon Queen or hero-tier? Minwoo's puny human strength barely tickles.
He'd once punched frozen Ernate with all he had. Nearly snapped his wrist. Lesson learned: skip the violence, stick to the fun stuff.
Third—and the star: hypnosis.
Press the button again in general mode for flashing strobe. Frozen target shifts to hypnosis standby.
Success, and they obey Minwoo absolutely. Strip? Done. Suck dick? On it. Every man's dream.
But caveats aplenty.
First limit: command content. Not everything works. Still testing.
Simple orders? Fine. Move here, pose like that. Lewd stuff? Zero resistance. Blowjobs, handjobs, full sex—even rimjobs flew.
Fails? "Attack each other." Ernate ignored it; Siola blanked. Loyalty? Command type? Unknown. He just noted the no-go.
Next: hypnosis locks them to basic commands. "Suck my dick"? Literal sucking, no finesse. No deepthroat flair.
Specific orders? Brain too fogged for complex stuff. No emotions either—sex feels lifeless, boring. Not Minwoo's kink.
OP as hell regardless. But his imagination spotted more: brainwashing and suggestion. Staple of his beloved abuse ero games.
Bingo. Method: state the brainwash, confirm with a nod.
"You two must service me—the Anti-Hero—with your breasts to aid my growth. Essential to crush the hero. Nod if you understand."
Nods. Cue now.
"How fares it, my lord? Does it please you?"
"Of course, Your Majesty. You're doing splendidly. Use those huge, soft tits to stroke my cock more."
"I rejoice. Even this flawed female form can aid you—use it as you will."
"Siola, move properly. Right now, only Her Majesty's tits are touching."
"E-even if you say that... they're small, what can I do?!"
Having two unreachable beauties—titjobbing him in tandem—filled Minwoo with raw conquest.
Brainwashing hit the same walls. No "attack each other." No rewriting Siola's loyalty from Ernate to him.
Treasured bonds untouchable? Maybe.
Enough for him. Those limits? They amped the thrill.
Minwoo savored good food slow, relishing every bite. Same here.