The Corruption of the National Little Sister
Her ash-brown hair fell in a lovely perm packed with S-shaped curls, parted six-to-four. Well-groomed straight brows, long lashes, and large double-lidded eyes. Pink lips that caught a reddish sheen from the tint completed a flawless face. The light makeup only made her look impossibly pure. No wonder they called her the National Little Sister. She was a thousand times more beautiful in the flesh than in any video or photograph.
Her outfit was no less striking: a cream checkered mini-dress with a fluttering hem, paired with a matching cropped jacket. The whole look harmonized so perfectly with her face that it deserved applause. The coordinator had done excellent work. Pity about what was about to happen to that pristine white fabric.
“Hnn…! Hnnng…!”
Chae Bo-young lay on the warehouse office floor, mouth covered by my hand, tears streaming down her cheeks as her body trembled. I had originally planned to feed her only a little blood and let her go, the same way I had handled Jihye. The process was nearly identical—summon her under the pretext of costume sponsorship, force my arm into her mouth, make her bite down to survive, and let the malice slip in with the blood.
Yet even after receiving far more malice than Jihye had, Bo-young refused to fall. I had not expected an ordinary human to endure a single dose of malice, let alone this much. She had grown up with only her mother, enduring hardship from a young age; that must have forged an unusually strong will. Still, the malice already inside her would soon rewrite everything. She would become my subordinate. That much would not change.
Every thrust into her fresh, untouched sex drew a muffled scream that gradually began to mix with nasal moans. The effect of the malice was taking hold; she was starting to feel pleasure from her master’s cock. Even though she had been a virgin, even though she had just suffered something terrifying, her fear was visibly fading. Once again I felt a surge of satisfaction at my own power.
“Hnn…♡”
Her moans were growing louder. I removed my hand from her mouth.
“Haang…♡ Just a moment…!”
Listening to that sweet, pleasure-drenched voice, I became certain that one more injection of malice would finish the job. I quickened my pace.
“Aang…! This… isn’t…!”
Her pale hand, previously pressed to the floor, now clutched at my back. Her phone lay beside her hip. Right after I had first taken her and torn away her virginity, she had fought desperately to stay conscious and reach for it. Now she was not even thinking of calling for help. She was focused only on the orgasm building inside her with every thrust. The way her fingers dug into my back like a bitch in heat told me everything.
“Feels good?”
“Hnnng…♡ No… it doesn’t…!”
Her words denied it, yet her eyes were already filled with affection. The malice in my blood was slowly rewriting her emotions, turning hatred and terror into love. One more dose and she would fall completely, worshipping me.
Feeling my own release approaching, I drove myself to the hilt inside her.
“Kyaa…!”
She arched violently, letting out a sweet cry as I gripped her waist and came. The moment my seed flooded her depths, a thick, dark aura rose from her body—far denser than what Jihye had emitted, enough to fill the entire office. She had talent that could be used in combat. But I had no intention of using her that way. Bo-young was my safehouse. Once I confirmed she had fallen completely, I withdrew and painted her dress with the rest of my release. Thick, cloudy semen clung to the fabric already stained with my blood. The visual was rather pleasing.
“Hnn… uwaa… haa…”
Bo-young had stopped crying. She lay on the floor, breathing hard, pressing a hand to her lower belly as if it ached. The sight of her sniffling made her look like a pitiful angel with broken wings.
I wiped the virgin blood from my cock with the hem of her dress, tossed a towel over the bloodstain on the floor, and spoke.
“Get up.”
Bo-young struggled to her feet with a whimper. The girl once adored by countless young men now stood before me with slumped shoulders, trembling. The faint tint smeared around her lips, the crumpled mini-dress streaked with blood and semen—it all looked quite satisfying.
“Where’s your manager?”
She shuddered before answering.
“Outside… sir…”
“What happened here today?”
“We… discussed costume sponsorship and the music video… Nothing else happened…”
“Good. There’s a shower in the corner of the warehouse. Clean up, change into whatever clothes you find, and go home.”
“Yes…”
“Dry your hair properly. Understood?”
“I know…”
Obediently following my orders, Bo-young limped out of the office. Once she was gone, I bandaged my arm and tidied the floor. I would leave the warehouse as it was; it might prove useful again. Chae Bo-young would make excellent bait to lure Stella in. The current Stella was showing great interest in the Korean idol scene. She had been badly burned once before and would eventually turn her back on it, but for now she was still drawn to it. Later I would open an audition program, send her as a judge, and bind her to an agency with sweet talk about her potential.
Preparations for the safehouse were complete. It was time to focus on the Doctor.
Two days later, I arrived at the entrance to the laboratory and looked up. A soft whir sounded as an invisible sensor scanned my iris. With a heavy clunk the doors slid open. The Doctor, who had been working on equipment, turned and looked surprised.
“Jihyeok. You said you were working.”
Ever since the incident in the park, she had started calling me by name. It was not a huge development, but she was clearly growing more comfortable with me. That comfort was not love, of course.
“I finished.”
“Already? In four days?”
“I made it a priority. I even secured the Polymus.”
“Polymus too…? Without consulting me…”
“I knew you would insist on tightening the budget. Still, it wasn’t enough. There were limits to how much I could obtain.”
I sat down. The Doctor shook her head.
“I had no intention of tightening the budget. I wish you wouldn’t jump to conclusions. How much did you get?”
“Enough for one suit and one weapon.”
Her eyes widened in shock.
“That’s… an enormous amount…”
“Yes. It was difficult.”
“You paid a premium, didn’t you?”
“How did you know?”
“Even with all your money, an ordinary citizen like you couldn’t easily obtain such a rare material. You must have gone through underground channels.”
She sighed and gave my arm a light, almost affectionate tap.
“You idiot. If you had talked to me, we could have gotten it cheaper…”
Of course I knew that. Using her disguised identity as the renowned scholar Isabel Parsons would have made the purchase easy and inexpensive. But the truth was, I could obtain far more than this if I truly wanted to. I had only secured this much so she would have to go out and source the rest herself.
I shrugged and played dumb.
“How do you get Polymus, Doctor?”
“Use the name Isabel Parsons.”
I scratched my head, pretending to recall something I had forgotten.
“Ah… right. You’re famous.”
“‘Ah, right’?”
She repeated my words in disbelief.
“I forgot. What can I do? It’s already done.”
“Even so… it’s such a waste. You must have paid at least twice the normal price. Won’t that hurt the company’s operations?”
“It would be a lie to say there was no impact. But I believe it was worth it.”
“Haa…”
She looked at me with a complicated expression, clearly feeling guilty. I gave her a cheerful smile.
“I’ve told you several times not to feel sorry.”
“…Thank you, Jihyeok.”
“I’ll leave the rest to you. How much will two suits and two weapons cost? Give me a generous estimate.”
She gazed at the ceiling for a moment, thinking.
“About the same amount you just spent should be enough. The timing is actually good… Would you like to attend a seminar with me?”
She had taken the bait. So the place to obtain Polymus was a seminar? Couldn’t she just make a phone call? I tilted my head.
“A seminar?”
“Future Science scholars hold regular gatherings. Quite a few of the investors there can supply Polymus.”
“Such a place exists? Don’t you need an invitation?”
“You don’t have to worry about that. Invitations always come addressed to Isabel Parsons.”
“Well, your other name is quite famous. Have you attended before?”
“Once.”
“Really…?”
I showed obvious interest in the word “seminar.” Of course, it was an act, meant to match the image of a machine enthusiast that the Doctor expected. She looked at me with sparkling eyes and chuckled.
“You seem interested.”
“Very. It’s a place that can satisfy my intellectual curiosity and help me obtain Polymus at the same time. When is it?”
“It starts in two days and lasts three. What do you think?”
Three days? If things went well, I could make significant progress with the Doctor.
“I want to go.”
She nodded readily.
“Understood. Shall we make the Devices after we get the Polymus?”
“Of course. It’s better to prepare everything first.”
“Then we’ll need to go to Texas. Using the airship from the lab would be troublesome, so let’s just take a regular flight. That all right?”
“What else would I use my private jet for?”
Her entire face twisted in exasperation.
“Even if you’re rich, you should still save money… The cost of chartering a jet is…”
Stop acting like a miser before I smack some sense into you.
“I can’t ride commercial flights. Anything over fifteen hours is too boring. It’s better to arrive in a few hours and rest.”
“……”
“We’re taking the private jet. Understood?”
“…Fine. We’ll do that.”
“Is there a dress code?”
“A suit for men.”
A suit… The day after I had taken the drunken Doctor home, she had worn a suit and shown considerable interest. I wondered if the same would happen this time.
“Understood. I’ll meet you here tomorrow at five in the afternoon.”
“All right. Heading out already?”
“I just got here. What were you working on? I’ll help.”
Her face brightened a little at that, though she tried to hide it. It was proof that she was lonely. A good sign.
“I was upgrading the unmanned reconnaissance drone, trying to increase the range of the built-in jamming device. It takes time to activate, so I was figuring out how to fix that. Take a look.”
She pushed the microscope in front of her toward me. I leaned in and examined the nanochip on the stage.
“If we reduce the serial connection steps, it should work. Let’s increase the clock speed. Hand me the tools.”
Without taking my eyes off the lens, I held out my hand. She placed tweezers and several components into it. Together we spent a long time developing equipment for Beast Slayers who would soon cease to exist.