Ark (1)
There exists a place called the Ark. It is both a location and a concept, a realm of imagination and inference. Throughout its long history, the Ark has been known by many names, but its form has always remained the same. It is a repository, believed to store an unimaginably vast array of data.
"Another creation has vanished."
A silver-haired woman spoke. Before her hummed a book-shaped machine, its pages densely filled with text in a jumble of languages. Every phrase inscribed there was the title of a creation existing in the spacetime called "reality". The sheer number approached hundreds of millions, encompassing not only those that had been lost, those forgotten by all, but even those not yet revealed to the world.
"This doesn't seem like coincidence anymore," said the Ark's administrator.
In truth, it wasn't unheard of for creations listed in the book to disappear entirely. In rare cases, if the creator themselves denied that world and nullified it all, the record could be canceled outright. There was no need to keep an incomplete world on the list if no one acknowledged it. But even if such things could happen, they had never occurred with this frequency—not once in history. In a short span, three works had vanished from the list.
When creations diminish, the Ark weakens as well. The Ark holds all possibilities within it, drawing power from those very possibilities. It serves as the stepping stone bridging creations and reality.
"You think someone's behind this?" asked the woman wearing an eyepatch over one eye. She was a boyish beauty in a black baseball cap, thick jacket, and jeans.
"Probably. There's evidence of someone accessing the Ark and hacking it. It looks like they stole some of the stored creations." The administrator pored over the access logs in detail, spotting a subtle trace she hadn't noticed before. "If that's the case, this isn't ordinary."
"We should be able to trace it and find where it went. Whether that's the culprit, though... who knows."
"Got it. I'll prepare the hero."
"Yeah."
I moved.
To a three-room apartment in Cheongna, Incheon. 18 pyeong, monthly rent 1.2 million won. Newly built, it wasn't huge but was clean with modern fixtures—exactly to my taste. The rent was about four times what I paid before, so it damn well should be.
"So this is the new place for little brother to live in."
Ea looked around the apartment and said it. In reality, I'm older than her, but the title didn't sound bad, so I let it slide. Come to think of it, "Master" felt a bit too cold anyway.
After clearing [Academy's Rebel], I'd collected four heroines plus the TS'd protagonist—a total of five stored in the app. But the max I could summon at once was three heroines, so I had to pick. I unsummoned Anna and summoned the newly added Ea and Serica instead. Seolwol had performed well last time and seemed generally useful, so I kept her.
This clear also unlocked a new app feature: the ability to alter collected items' states. Pre-corruption looks, post-corruption, and for pregnant heroines like Serica or Ea, even full-term bellies—all freely switchable. Apparently, even in pregnant form, they wouldn't actually give birth. Just cosmetic coordination, then.
I summoned both in their pregnant, corrupted states for now. They looked great, and they'd fetch a good price. My plan: snap photos in the exposed-pregnant concept and sell them online. Niche taste, sure, but the demand was solid.
"Where should I put this luggage?"
A red-haired, full-term pregnant woman effortlessly carried in a massive wardrobe and asked. Serica.
"Master bedroom. The bed goes there too."
"Understood."
Serica waddled inside with the wardrobe. Made me feel a twinge of guilt, pushing a pregnant woman like that. But it wasn't a real baby, and given their physical prowess, it wasn't exactly strenuous. Even in weakened summoned form, these three could pulverize rock with a punch—monstrous superhumans.
While the three diligently moved the boxes, I stepped out to the balcony to take in the view. Planned as a new city from the start with massive apartment complexes in mind, the scenery was pretty decent. Sure, it was smack in a concrete jungle, but parks dotted the area, roads were neat, and the young street trees greening up nicely.
This is the real life.
My life so far had been miles from success, but things would be different now. The key was that it was just beginning.
Once the move was roughly done, we ordered pizza and beer from a nearby joint to celebrate. As the buzz hit, so did the urges. I fucked Ea, Serica, and Seolwol in turn. One creampie each, then they all knelt for cleanup fellatio duty.
One thing I'd realized lately: my stamina had skyrocketed. Specifically since getting the app. Used to be, even on a horny day, two or three rounds max. Now? Three loads back-to-back, and I was still rock-hard.
"How about an outdoor stroll?"
After splattering their faces with cum, the thought popped into my head, and I muttered it.
"Should we change?"
Serica wiped cum from her face, licked it off her fingers, and asked.
"Nah. No need."
Heading out like this would be way hotter. Since we were going anyway, I figured matching outfits. I unsummoned Seolwol and called Erin instead.
"Yahoo~! Finally chosen."
Erin beamed excitedly. Brown side ponytail, petite frame with swollen tits and a full-term belly—pure adult temptation. Lewd graffiti, tattoos, piercings, plus well-abused, darkened nipples and pussy amplified the corrupted vibe. This pint-sized succubus with decadent charm turned to me, flashed a wicked grin, and waggled a circle made by her fingers suggestively.
"Thank you for summoning me, Collector. Which hole would you like serviced? Mouthpussy? Frontpussy? Backpussy? Or all of them?"
"Later. We're going for a walk. Here."
I handed her a collar. The crude kind for pets.
Erin glanced down, got it, and smirked slyly.
"That kind of play? Understood♥"
She obediently donned the collar and joined the other two bitches on all fours.
"Hold still. I'll plug you."
I inserted the cat costume tail plug into Erin's ass. Black plug tail in back, cat-ear headband on top. Now complete: three slutty pets in slingshot bikinis, themed fox, dog, and cat.
I led the way, tugging the leashes as we headed out.
No one in the elevator or lobby. Even if we ran into someone, no big deal. Worst case, use Bloodsucking Authority to wipe memories.
Straight to the nearby park. 9 PM—salarymen home from work, unwinding. The place buzzing with kids' laughter by day was now silent.
I stuck to brightly lit paths under streetlamps. Obedient as collected toys, but did they feel shame? Crawling on all fours behind me, their pace visibly slowed. Sweat beading on their backs—nervous. Yet pussy juice dripping down thighs said they were aroused too.
The app's terror and wonder. These weren't dolls or machines. Corrupted into lewd, vulgar, obedient sluts, yet retaining fragments of their originals. That's what made them feel human—like I'd brainwashed real women from somewhere.
"Gasp!"
A guy coming the opposite way spotted us and froze in shock. Overtime worker, cutting through late.
"Evening. Heading home?"
I approached deliberately. His eyes locked on the naked, collared women behind me. He startled, turned, and nodded awkwardly.
"Y-yeah... Um, but this...?"
"My girlfriends are total pervs. Love outdoor exposure at quiet hours like this."
"Ah... haha...? Girlfriends? All three...?"
"One's not enough. Mind if I ask something?"
"Huh?"
"Which of these three turns you on most?"
I tugged the leashes, pulling them forward, then whispered just loud enough for them:
"Winner gets her pussy used all night. Sell yourselves. No begging or talking, though."
All three perked up eagerly. Erin lunged first, squatting cat-like, paws waving.
"Nya~. Nyaong~."
Ea followed, rubbing her cheek against his shoe like a needy fox.
"Kring, kirring..."
Serica hesitated, then spun around, lifted one leg high. Cum mixed with juices dripped from her sloppy pussy as she yanked the slingshot bikini aside.
And—whoosh—a bright yellow piss stream gushed from the red-haired pregnant woman's crotch.
The other two: Oh, right—that trick. They gaped, pussies and asses spread wide, watching her mark territory.
Clever bitch. The guy hesitated, approached Serica cautiously, and pointed.
"This one's girlfriend... the hottest."
"Noted. I'll dote on her most tonight."
Serica grinned victoriously, wiggling in a squat. The motion loosened her slingshot, nipples popping free. She yelped, hastily readjusting.
Ea and Erin glared enviously, drool dripping from their pussies.
"Thanks for the cooperation. We'll continue our walk."
I tugged the leashes and strolled past leisurely.
"Ugh... cheating. Master didn't say we could show pussy."
"Yeah, yeah."
Ea and Erin grumbled softly behind.
"He didn't say we couldn't, either."
Serica shot back smugly.
I cleared my throat loudly.
"Weird. Thought I heard voices. Hallucinating?"
They whipped around, startled, then flashed cute smiles and play-acted.
"Nya~."
"Kirring~."
"Hek hek~."
Adorable little things. I smiled inwardly, continuing down the path.
Then.
Thud. Thud.
Footsteps nearby. Approaching.
Another passerby? I looked—and there stood a mysterious figure in gleaming silver full-plate armor and helmet.