Hero Academy (3-49)
The situation was more or less under control.
Oh Jinho was alive, and Park Huiyeon was completely subdued.
Oh Jinho's arm might have been bent like a defective Gundam model kit, but he was still breathing, wasn't he?
Alive is alive. Armonia, throw me a tent.
Understood.
A modest tent popped into existence right in front of me.
The design looked familiar — it was the same tent I'd seen when I accidentally dropped into the desert on my first mission.
Ahh… been a while. If I remember right, this thing had solid shielding and soundproofing.
Back then I'd been too busy crossing that hellish desert to care about the amenities, but it had definitely been a quality tent.
I hauled Park Huiyeon inside and left instructions with Rena and Beatrice.
"Take care of things out here. If those companions from earlier show up, just keep them occupied."
"Understood, Master."
"Got it, nyang."
Rena I wasn't worried about. Beatrice, on the other hand, looked a little shaky — humming to herself while scanning the surroundings. I half expected her to get distracted the moment I turned my back.
Should any problem arise, I will inform you at once.
Yeah. Thanks.
With that, I stepped into the tent.
Park Huiyeon's looks were above average. Short hair, sharp eyes, height in the upper 160s, B-cup chest. With a face like that, she could probably reel in most guys if she put her mind to it — which left me wondering whether Oh Jinho simply had high standards, or no interest in women at all.
Given that nothing particularly special stood out in her temperament, I figured it was the former.
If you're a Church-affiliated Hero, a pretty civilian with a good family would be a much better match. Well, whatever — leave that guy for later…
I stepped fully inside, rubbing my palms together as I considered my options.
First, I'll finish one round with no foreplay and go from there.
What kind of experiment do you intend to conduct?
Ah…
I gently cupped Park Huiyeon's breast and hummed to myself.
The conditions for Subjugation… I want to pin them down for certain.
The method for applying Subjugation was simple enough. Full sexual intercourse — injecting my semen into the other party's womb — was all it took.
There was just one catch: it couldn't carry the force of coercion.
And that part was maddeningly vague. Could you still apply it if you broke the target's mind through force? Or did they need to genuinely accept it of their own free will?
With Yang Jihyeon back on Yggdrasil, I'd been sure it wouldn't work — and yet it had succeeded while she was unconscious. At the time, though, I'd set conditions and used my hands to make her climax first, so there had been some kind of green light already in place. That made the whole thing ambiguous.
Which is why Hero Park Huiyeon here has been so kindly invited to assist with today's experiment.
…Indeed. That aspect appears well worth testing.
I could have run the experiment on Rena or Viola, but that would have been meaningless. They already loved me — the Womb Crest would engrave itself no matter what.
The real question was this: could Subjugation take hold even while the target was unconscious?
"Kh—!"
"Ugh…"
Park Huiyeon's face was twisted as she took my semen into her womb. Even unconscious, her expression made it abundantly clear she hated every second of it.
But so what if she hated it? Once she woke up, she wouldn't even remember this.
After pumping into her for a good while, I let out a long breath and muttered to myself.
Yeah, doing it with zero foreplay really doesn't feel great.
The climax itself had sent a rush of blood and illicit thrill through my chest, but the process leading up to it had been thoroughly unpleasant. Park Huiyeon, starting cold with no arousal, had clearly been in pain the whole time.
Not that I had any intention of catering to her comfort.
Alright, then…
I carefully attempted to apply Subjugation to her lower abdomen.
…Nothing happened, of course.
Figures…
I'd known it wouldn't work, but people still harbor hope. Same principle as buying a lottery ticket you know is a loser and still half-expecting it to hit.
First ticket: scratched and failed.
Time to scratch the second one.
Even inside a dungeon, Park Huiyeon hadn't abandoned her sense of fashion — reddish-brown shirt, jeans. A fashion watch on her wrist, its face cracked and clearly broken. Of all that, the only thing I'd stripped off was the jeans. I hadn't even bothered removing her underwear properly — just cut out the crotch and gone straight in.
Now I peeled the rest of her clothes away and took in her whole body.
Oh… she's been maintaining herself meticulously.
For someone with such a brash personality, Park Huiyeon's body was clean to the point of being refined. It was obvious at a glance that she'd put serious effort into hair removal and skincare both.
And the reason for all that upkeep was almost certainly the hope that Oh Jinho, currently lying outside, might one day see it.
In the end, she put all that work in just to hand it over to me.
I grinned and finished stripping her bare.
Beyond the grooming, she had the lean, solid physique of a woman who used her body hard — not an ounce of spare flesh on her.
I took her hips in both hands and kneaded them, thinking.
Damn… hips really are the best.
As I worked her pelvis, color rose in Park Huiyeon's cheeks and soft moans began to slip free.
"Hnn… hahh…"
Along with those sounds, a pale fluid began seeping out between the folds at the center of her hips — a slow, steady trickle of the semen I'd left inside her.
Technically it's mine, but touching it feels kind of…
Even the kids that lived in my balls become vaginal expatriates the moment they leave. Children who have leapt out into the world — forget about me now, and chase your own dreams.
…What does "vaginal expatriate" mean?
What do you think it means? Once it's a creampie, those sperm aren't mine anymore.
…
They'd entered Park Huiyeon's pussy, so from this point on those sperm belonged to her.
I hummed my nonsense with gusto and started kneading her breasts.
"Hnn… hahhn…"
Good reactions were coming out of her. Still, just working her chest left something to be desired. Kissing felt off… and fingering her pussy wasn't exactly appealing either…
Ah! I should try that.
A decent idea surfaced mid-deliberation. I still felt a mild aversion to touching it, but I scooped up the semen leaking from her hole with two fingers. Even after what should have been a substantial amount already drained out, it kept coming — I must have come harder than I thought.
I gathered the fluid on my fingertips and pushed them into Park Huiyeon's open mouth.
She wasn't a virgin. Unless her hymen had been lost to some accident, that meant she had experience with men. And as if to prove it, the moment my fingers entered her lips she tasted them — and her face twisted.
"Hnnph… khh…"
She tasted my fingers and the semen on them, frowning hard — but she didn't spit it out. And then, at some point, her tongue curled around my fingers and she began to lick.
"Hehh… slurp…"
Brows furrowed, she started lapping up my semen. Watching her do it, I felt a slow stir between my legs again.
Let's feed her a little more.
Earlier I'd been reluctant to touch her pussy. Now, watching her suck my semen off my fingers with wet little pulls, that reluctance simply evaporated.
I pulled my fingers free of her upper lip, then drove them deep into her lower one — working her vaginal walls, coating my fingers as thoroughly as possible.
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Khh—! Hnnn! Hahh!!"
Unlike the pain and irritation that had marked her face before, Park Huiyeon's tongue lolled out as moans spilled from her. There wasn't a single percent of affection in my fingers, and yet she gripped my arm with both hands, tongue out, begging for more.
I ignored her desperation and pushed the semen-slicked fingers back between her lips.
"Slurp… suck… hahh…"
She latched onto my arm and nursed my fingers the way a baby nurses a breast. Compared to the tentative licking from before, she was sealing them in with lips and tongue now, refusing to let them escape.
Whether she was mistaking me for someone else or genuinely found the taste that good, I had no idea. What mattered was that it was time to get to the main event.
Alright… this round, I'll put as much "affection" into it as I can.
Not real affection, of course…
I spread Park Huiyeon's bare legs wide and took in the view between them. A messy mix of semen and arousal fluid made it look a little filthy, but the beauty of her sex was still intact.
I'd already had her once, yet comparing her state then to now, she looked like an entirely different dish. Before, she'd been a plain salad on a home dinner plate. Now she was that same salad plated with extravagant care at a fine restaurant — not the main course, but far more appetizing than before.
I guided myself between her forced-open thighs and smiled down at her.
"It may not be the cock of Oh Jinho that you wanted, but I'll satisfy you with the thoroughly experienced cock of Sung Suho."
"Hnn…"
"Then… hah…"
"Haaahh!"
Unlike before, she took me smoothly — chin tilting up as a moan rolled out of her. Entry was easier this time, but the current of pleasure flooding in was incomparably stronger. The heat of her body, charged with her arousal, poured through the skin of my cock and straight into my brain.
When I reached the entrance to her womb, I was certain.
Judging by how hard she's clamping down, she definitely wants it this time.
This time, she clearly wanted my cock. Whether she was picturing someone else in her dreams while she gripped me, I had no idea — and this wasn't the moment to care.
I was just going to enjoy it.
Squish, squish, squish… squish-squish!
"Hnn! Hahhn! Haaahn!! Haaaang!"
"Wait — Rena outside is going to hear…"
I'd explained things to Rena thoroughly enough, and she knew exactly what I was doing in this tent — but that didn't mean I wanted to broadcast it.
I glanced around and spotted Park Huiyeon's cut-up underwear. It was already soaked through, practically pickled in my semen. I rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Mmmph! Hnngh! Hnnnngh!"
"There. Much better."
I started moving my hips again, putting real effort into satisfying her. In and out, while my fingers gently worked her clit. The flushed little bud seemed linked to her whole body — every light touch sent tremors through her, setting off spasms.
Squish, squish… squish, squish-squish!
Two slow strokes, a pause, then a rapid flurry of pistoning. Park Huiyeon, tasting the semen-soaked underwear in her mouth, twisted her whole body and writhed in pleasure.
"Khhmmph! Hnnngh!! Mmmmmph!!!"
"Kh… my finger technique really is good."
She was reacting far more strongly to my fingers than to the cock grinding into her pussy. It felt good, sure — but the creeping sense of defeat at losing to my own fingers yet again started to rise.
Ah, damn it… still, the experiment comes first…
The wet, yielding texture of her insides around my cock was excellent, but my real objective was Dream Intrusion.
I enjoyed her pussy at a moderate pace while focusing most of my attention on my fingers — not too hard, not too soft, a teasing rhythm that sped up and slowed down just enough to keep her on edge.
And at a certain point, still deep in sleep, Park Huiyeon locked her legs around my waist and pulled me in tight. The squeeze of her insides that came with it finally pushed me past the point of holding back.
Squish-squish-squish-squish.
"Hnngh! Khhmmph!! Hnbbbrgh!!"
"Khh—! Good! I'm coming!"
"Hnkkeeeugh!!"
With a shout of climax I sealed her womb's entrance with the head of my cock and poured every drop of semen into her without restraint. Her insides clamped down like a vise, refusing to let any of it escape, and my cock emptied itself completely — not a single sperm left behind.
Only after roughly a minute of holding still, draining every last bit remaining in my balls, was I able to pull out.
Park Huiyeon's hair was a wild mess. Heat radiated from her entire body as she gasped for breath. Between her legs was far more wrecked than before, my semen already starting to leak out in thick rivulets.
I pressed my palms together and called out in a loud voice.
"Gate of Truth… no — Womb Crest! Appear!"
With those words, I set both palms to the ground and cast Subjugation.