Hero Academy (3-51)
Park Huiyeon loaded Oh Jin-ho into a medical transport and sent him off first, then stayed behind to speak with the Church staff.
One of the Church employees wore an awkward expression as he addressed her.
"Things got bigger than expected."
"I'm sorry."
"You've got nothing to apologize to me for…"
"It's your day off."
Park Huiyeon and the Church employee shared a quiet chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. But changing the atmosphere didn't make the incident disappear.
"There's a good chance a disciplinary committee will be convened."
"…That's the standard procedure."
"Still, given the clean records you two have built up until now, I doubt the reprimand will be too severe."
The employee did his best to console her, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat.
"For now, we'll keep this dungeon under lockdown. We've received reports that no one else came out, but just in case…"
"Um…"
"…?"
Park Huiyeon widened her eyes and whispered to him with something close to pleading.
"If you catch anyone, please tell me. Even just a heads-up is fine. I'm begging you."
"…Understood. I'll be sure to let you know."
"Thank you."
"I'll be on my way, then."
The Church employee offered a parting bow and left. Alone, Park Huiyeon surveyed her surroundings.
Church personnel moved with crisp efficiency to lock down the dungeon. And right in the middle of it all, Sung Suho and Yoon Jia were chatting warmly, smiling at each other.
Watching Sung Suho, Park Huiyeon sank into a particular worry.
This was a world where monsters and freaks roamed free. Dangerous incidents happened constantly. Heroes — women heroes especially — sometimes suffered ugly fates at the hands of those freaks.
Just like her…
When something like that happened to a hero, people naturally felt sympathy and pity. But that was only the public face of it. Behind closed doors, those heroes carried a filthy label for the rest of their lives: the hero who got raped.
A raped hero. It was a disgrace on the level of nuclear waste — something that made ordinary defeat look like garden-variety filth by comparison.
What terrified her was the thought of that nuclear-grade shame leaking to the outside world.
The Church can never find out. Absolutely not.
Park Huiyeon trusted the Church's grip on the press. But even so, she refused to speak of it — because she was certain that once a single thread slipped free, someone would keep pulling, and she would be left with nothing but a wretched end.
And right now, the person holding that thread tight was Sung Suho, standing over there laughing with Yoon Jia.
He seems trustworthy enough, but… if I put my faith in him and word somehow leaks from the Academy side…
Watching Suho and Yoon Jia prepare to leave, Park Huiyeon made up her mind.
No. I can't leave it like this…
She strode straight over to Sung Suho, peeled him away from Yoon Jia, and dragged him to her car.
Once hauled inside, Suho asked her,
"What did you need me for…?"
"…"
But Park Huiyeon couldn't answer for a long while. She stared out the window, wrestling with herself. Only after the car had been moving for some time did she finally manage to open her mouth.
"What happened earlier… how am I supposed to trust that you won't tell anyone?"
At Park Huiyeon's question, I breathed an inward sigh of relief.
Holy shit… that scared me half to death.
While she'd been sitting next to me with that heavy, brooding air, I'd been sweating bullets waiting for whatever came next. The reason being…
I thought she'd caught me stealing the orb…
I'd been sure it was about the orb I'd lifted from Oh Jin-ho — the one that activated the gimmick. Thankfully, she still had no idea about that.
The gist of her question was simple enough: she wanted me to guarantee I wouldn't breathe a word about what that freak had done to her.
But…
"Even if you ask me how to trust you…"
There wasn't much I could do. If she'd been under Subjugation, I could have simply ordered her to believe me and she would have bowed her head. But Park Huiyeon wasn't bound, and we weren't exactly close friends either. I had no way to give her that kind of certainty.
Did she drag me out here to dig up some dirt on me?
No exploitable vulnerabilities detected. Unless you have been engaging in your usual bizarre behavior, Suho, there does not appear to be any cause for concern.
…
Bizarre? My behavior? Which part, exactly?
Having all the affectionate things I'd ever said to Armonia dismissed as "bizarre behavior" actually stung a little. And while I was still nursing that wound, Park Huiyeon broke the silence and got to the point.
"I know. I know I'm being weird… I'll never forget the help you gave me today. And I'm not trying to pick a fight with you either. But… what happened back there — my whole life is riding on it."
"…"
I understood where she was coming from. A raped hero… If that fact spread through society, it would be the end of everything for her as a woman — no, as a human being.
A secret is only a secret when one person knows it. The moment two people share it, it's already taken the first step toward every ear in the world.
Park Huiyeon drew several deep breaths, then set her face with resolve. She pulled a bottle of liquor from somewhere in the car and held it up, giving it a little shake.
"For now, let's have a drink."
"Yes… understood."
What is this? Is she trying to get me drunk and drag out my true feelings?
No matter how fine the vehicle, it couldn't withstand the violent motion of a man and a woman going at it. Every time I rolled my hips, I could feel the car rocking from the inside.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch-squelch!
"Haahng! Haaahng! Y-you're better than I— haahng! —expected! Haahng!"
I drove between Park Huiyeon's spread legs without restraint, tasting the soft flesh within. I was usually the type to worry because nothing in life ever went smoothly — but in this case, things were going so smoothly it was almost worrying.
Did she seriously call me out here just to get me drunk and do this?
She likely developed a sense of goodwill toward you and was reluctant to force anything outright… so she deliberately drank, stirred up her own desire, and tried to entangle you that way.
Park Huiyeon's alcohol tolerance was decent. But even though my own tolerance was basically garbage, I had ways to clear a buzz instantly — so in the end, she got drunk first.
And in that drunken state, she was the one who threw herself at me.
From the start, it hadn't looked like pure lust driving her. Her real goal seemed to be sleeping with me so she could use that fact as leverage to keep my mouth shut as tightly as possible.
She likely decided that asking a favor or buying your silence with money would put her in too subordinate a position, and so she chose this approach instead.
But the funny thing was, this one round of sex was enough to make me the complete superior in our dynamic. What we were doing right now could easily be called mutual consent. And having sex under those conditions meant, ultimately…
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!!
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Haahng! It's— it's fine!! Haaaahng! I already took a contraceptive! Dump it all inside! Haaaaahng!"
Inside the rocking car, I poured every drop of my seed into the womb of a drunken, gasping Park Huiyeon. The pussy I'd thoroughly tasted earlier was in even better shape than before.
Having taken every last bit of my load, Park Huiyeon went limp and looked up at me with a dazed, pale smile.
"Haa… haa… You've got more experience than I expected, huh?"
"Thank you."
"But you don't kiss?"
"…"
Honestly, I could have managed a kiss. The problem was that I had zero desire to lock lips with a woman who'd been holding my cum-soaked underwear in her mouth…
Park Huiyeon had the wrong idea. She thought I simply didn't want to kiss her.
"Eh, whatever…"
Apparently satisfied enough with the act itself, she let that part slide without a fuss. But I wasn't about to end things there.
Still buried inside her, I started stroking her clit.
"W-wait… y-you're going again?"
"Is that a problem?"
"Hmm… what should I do~?"
The moment she felt the initiative shift her way, she started getting cocky. But that cockiness was about to end.
Womb Crest card — activate!
While Park Huiyeon was busy putting on airs, I engraved the Womb Crest onto her lower abdomen. The instant it took hold, she clutched at her belly with both hands and gave a full-body shudder.
"Hnnngh…"
"…Is something wrong?"
"Ah, it's nothing. For now… let's stop here."
She put the haughty act back on and tried to pull my cock free so she could sit up properly. The vibe she was giving off said something like, If you want more, you'll have to beg for it.
But Park Huiyeon and I were no longer in that kind of relationship.
I grabbed her hips just like that and yanked her onto me, burying myself to the hilt in a single thrust.
"Kkuuuhh!! W-what are you doing!"
"Since we've already started, might as well go all the way. Let me keep going."
"Th-that's ridiculous—! Haahng! Haaaahng!"
She was flustered, but she couldn't stop the way her hips moved.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch!
"W-wait! I-I'll let you do it, so—! Haaaahng! M-my other places too…"
"I'll decide that based on Hero Park Huiyeon's attitude."
"Hnnngh! Talking to me like that—! Haaaahng! Hnnngh! Haahng!"
I used her lower half with a high-handed dominance, and even as she showed flashes of defiance, she kept moving her hips as if she'd already surrendered.
After that, Park Huiyeon and I mixed flesh without restraint for the entire three-hour drive back to the Church. I came inside her womb about five times, and by then she could barely keep her wits about her — breathing hard through glassy, soul-drained eyes.
"Haa… haa… ahh…"
Wanting to check the state of her Subjugation, I brought my cock — slick with a mess of cum and her juices — up to her face and spoke like I was giving an order.
"Well then, Hero Park Huiyeon. You've gotten me all dirty. What should we do about that?"
"Haa… haa… mwah…"
With a look like her soul had left her body, she pressed her lips to my tip — then gradually widened the territory of her mouth.
Any trace of the hero in Park Huiyeon had long since vanished. In front of me, she was nothing more than a woman bound by Subjugation, panting after a cock.
And while I was receiving her cleanup blowjob, a soft voice came over the car's internal speaker.
"Ahem… We will arrive at the Church in approximately ten minutes."
Judging by the tone, the driver already had a pretty clear idea of what had been going on in the back.
"Slurp… suck… Just a moment…"
"…?"
Park Huiyeon pulled off my cock, sat up, and lifted the internal phone.
"There's something important we need to discuss. Please take about thirty extra minutes getting there."
"Ahem… Yes, understood."
She set the phone back down, swept her disheveled hair aside, and bent over again — giving my cock a light tap with her lips.
"…I just needed to finish what we started. Don't get the wrong idea."
"Haha…"
"Mmph… slurp… suck…"
After that, Park Huiyeon finished the cleanup blowjob to perfection, and we were finally able to head back to the Church.
Once I confirmed the car was pulling into the Church parking lot, I smiled at Park Huiyeon and dipped my head.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"…In more ways than one, you're really something else."
She let out a hollow laugh as she accepted my greeting. The Sung Suho who'd been treating her with such high-handed dominance was gone without a trace, replaced by the usual composed assistant instructor.
Park Huiyeon snorted softly, closed her eyes, and muttered to herself.
"Still won't kiss me, all the way to the end…"
"Haha…"
I gave a bitter smile and started making excuses.
"Kisses are something you should save for someone you like."
"Wow. After going that far, that's what you come out with? What are you, a middle-school girl…?"
She wore an incredulous look, but there was a smile on her face all the same.
Yeah… Subjugation really is something else.
If we'd just had sex without it, would Park Huiyeon still be smiling at me like this?
Stage 1 Subjugation:Basic physical affection is freely permitted. Will readily grant requests that do not threaten her survival or reputation.
Sexual Preference:(Semen Addiction — limited to Sung Suho's semen)
One dose probably isn't much on its own, but we might run into each other again later…
I was smiling contentedly as I opened the door and stepped out of the car, about to offer Park Huiyeon a proper goodbye —
"Thank you so much for all your hard wo— …huh?"
The Church parking lot, where the sun was just finishing its descent, had shed its golden light and filled with gray. And standing in that gray expanse were three women.
Yoon Jia.
And…
"…"
"…"
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha…"
Seong Sua and Cho Seohyun stood there, staring me down with deadly serious faces.