Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Values: Winner Takes All
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The villains I killed yesterday numbered four in total.
A B-rank villain with the superpower [Swamp Crocodile], named [Crocodile].
A B-rank villain with the superpower [Charging Rhino], named [Rhinos].
A B-rank villain with the superpower [Cursed Brand], named [Mr. Stamp].
And finally, a B-rank villain with the superpower [Mummy's Rebirth], named [Mira].
I'd gotten revenge on the villains who ambushed MARK-Two in a cowardly fashion, while also running some experiments on tattoos. And the results were exactly as I saw them.
Just as I'd thought.
"But there's one thing I don't get."
Killing a superpowered individual turns their superpower into a tattoo etched onto my body—that much was certain. But that didn't explain everything.
"Why did the water drop tattoo appear?"
I muttered to myself, staring at the water drop tattoo on my left forearm.
If the tattoo's shape symbolized the superpower, then this water drop tattoo naturally represented the superpower of my Number One slave, Yuna—[Water Drop Sorcerer].
But I hadn't killed Yuna.
"Which means there are two generation conditions..."
There had to be another way to generate tattoos besides killing superpowered individuals.
"Yuna, Yuna, Yuna... What's so special about Yuna? Turning her into my slave?"
The most likely hypothesis was still the Yuna slave theory.
Through training, I'd made Yuna submit beneath my cock, and she'd acknowledged me as her master. She'd submitted to me and become my slave.
If that was the hidden second condition for generating tattoos...
"N-No way?!"
I widened my eyes and stared at my morning wood cock.
"Y-You, you, you—you're the one?!"
Submit via cock, and a tattoo generates?
It was entirely possible.
"Holy shit... That fortune teller was right. Am I destined to be king with my dick?"
That's right! Truth be told, I wasn't just some ordinary chaebol heir! I was a great man destined to dominate the women of this world with my cock—to claim half the planet!
I was the Cock King!
Thinking back, it all made sense.
I had two amazing big brothers.
One was the king of bats guarding the dark city overrun by villains—Batman bro.
The other was the king of clowns plunging the hero-filled city of light into chaos—Joker bro.
These two great brothers were my spiritual pillars, like mentors who'd shown me how to live.
The reason I panted whenever I saw women—especially female heroes—was all thanks to them. In the movies, Batman bro fucked Wonder Woman sis, and Joker bro had sex with Harley Quinn sis.
I was just following their example.
Anyway, both big brothers were kings. King of bats and king of clowns.
Since my brothers by blood were kings, it was only natural that I was one too. King of bats, clowns, and cocks!
"Ahh... I get it now. I am a king. I am a king! I'm the King of Cocks!"
...The ring to it was kinda off. Any better words? Penis King? Fucking King? All weird.
Whatever, not important—moving on!
"To confirm this hypothesis, I should capture another female hero and test it out, right?"
Conveniently, I already had one in mind. Ice pussy—no, the A-rank hero who wielded ice, Ice Queen.
"But here's the thing."
I sat on the edge of the bed and continued pondering.
"I never gave this body that kind of power."
When I first customized Bal Jeong-nam, I'd only given him one level 10 superpower: Body Enhancer. I could've picked four more, but I planned to choose them based on situations. I had plenty of superpower level-up tickets anyway, so no rush.
Tattoos appear when you kill superpowered individuals?
I'd never set that ability. I'd stake my cock on it.
"And so far, the tattoos haven't done anything beyond being actual tattoos."
They held the secret of generating only upon killing superpowered foes, but I'd never gained any benefit from them. Never even tried using other powers.
I'd focused hard on them, wondering if they held power, but it was a waste of time.
"Summon system."
I dug through the system for any other hidden functions, but aside from viewing my status screen, there was nothing special.
Whoever the developer was, they made a game full of bugs... Huh?
"...Nah, no way."
A certain word caught my eye while viewing the status screen. It sparked a hunch.
"No matter how you slice it, does that even make sense?"
But if we're talking things that don't make sense, my very existence in this world takes the cake, doesn't it?
"...Is it really that?"
I couldn't verify it, so no certainty. But didn't the word's meaning line up pretty well?
[Values: Winner Takes All]
"The victor... takes it all."
Yuna had been defeated by my cock and submitted as a slave.
I, her master, was the winner; slave Yuna, the loser.
I had the right to claim everything of Yuna's—and that's how the water drop tattoo appeared.
It was pretty convincing.
But not without counterarguments.
"But this is just values. And ones I wrote myself. Plus, Yuna didn't lose her superpower."
On the contrary, after becoming my slave and feasting on my premium semen, her superpower had grown stronger. If it followed winner-takes-all logic, Yuna should've lost her powers entirely.
"Ugh, fuck if I know. What the hell is this?"
Trying to use my brain after so long already gave me a headache.
"I'm giving up on thinking!"
How can you solve a mystery without clues? This wasn't headbutting bare ground—blind guessing wouldn't magically reveal answers.
Still, I'd nailed down definite tattoo generation conditions, uncertain ones, and a shaky answer for why they appeared. That was a big win.
'Winner takes all, huh... Is that really it?'
Heading downstairs, I found Elis on the first floor, watching the news in a beige long-sleeved cotton tee and black dolphin pants.
Mmm! Elis's tits were as gracious as ever today!
"Oppa, you're up?"
"Yeah. Huh? Something wrong?"
"Oh, it's just..."
I noticed Elis fidgeting awkwardly as she stood to greet me, so I asked. She hesitated before speaking up.
"My thighs hurt..."
"..."
Well, yeah, makes sense. Was my cock ordinary? Hell no—it was the king of cocks. That massive thing had pierced her hymen and pounded in and out dozens of times. Of course it hurt.
"My fault, huh. Sorry. Hurt a lot?"
"No, not that bad. Oh, you must be hungry? I'll get breakfast ready quick."
"Nah, you're hurting—don't bother. I'll make it myself."
"It's just reheating soup. Wait a sec."
"Aigoo."
Elis waddled gimpy-legged to the kitchen to prepare my meal. Holy shit! Was Elis an angel?
While she prepped, I sat in a chair watching her back. Slim waist, plump ass, long legs stretching down. A feast for the eyes and cock.
Ah, can't hold back.
Grab—!
"Kyaa! O-Oppa!"
"Mmm~ You smell good~ What's for breakfast?"
"Just bread and soup. But your hands..."
"Huh? What's wrong with my hands?"
Playing dumb, I kneaded Elis's tits. At the same time, I rubbed my cock against her firm ass. Her huge breasts and hardening nipples molded perfectly to my palms.
"I'll do it later, so for now..."
"Huh? Do what? Don't mind me—get back to it."
"...Ahhn!"
Realizing I wasn't backing off, Elis bit her lip and tried focusing on cooking. Pulling out fresh veggies meant she planned to add salad to the bread and soup.
"Eut! Hnng! Haaah..."
But Elis couldn't cook. How could she concentrate with me groping her obsessively from behind?
"Elis, I wanna fuck."
"B-But..."
"Ah, of course, I don't mean shoving my cock in your pussy. It's still sore."
"..."
Not yet used to blunt words like cock or pussy, Elis blushed. Smirking at her reaction, I whispered in her ear again.
"Ever heard of paizuri?"
"Huh? Paizuri?"
"Yeah. Titty-fucking."
"W-With your... breasts? Is that possible?"
"Of course. But I need your help. Can you give me a paizuri?"
"...How do you do it?"
Sweet Elis didn't refuse. Her agreement thrilled me, so I whispered what she loved hearing.
"Thanks, Elis. I love you."
"Eut! M-Me too."
"Kneel in front of me first?"
"Okay."
Elis knelt before me, looking up.
"Take off your apron and top... Ah, leave the bra on."
Off came the top, revealing massive black bra cups. Simple design, but the black made it insanely sexy.
Prep done, I dropped pants and underwear, unleashing my already precum-dripping cock toward Elis.
"I taught you fellatio yesterday, right? Start with that. Drench my cock in your saliva."
"...Hauup!"
As ordered, Elis took my cock in her mouth. Soon it was soaked in her holy nectar—no, her spit.
"Good. Now..."
"Haht?!"
I thrust my saliva-slick cock vigorously between Elis's tits. Up close, I realized anew how long it was. Even buried in those massive jugs, the tip poked out and tapped her chin. Very very long sausage.
"Now press your tits together with your hands."
"L-Like this?"
"Yeah, like that. Ah... Feels amazing."
Elis squeezed, enveloping me in supreme softness. I slowly rocked my hips up and down. Saliva made it glide easy.
"Elis, tilt your head down and stick out your tongue."
Her tongue touched the glans sliding between her breasts. Plus, drool from her outstretched tongue dripped onto my cock and cleavage.
"Elis, your tits are the best. I'd bury my cock in them forever."
"You're excited? Your nipples are rock hard."
"Once your pussy heals, let's fuck again. All day in bed, sloppy and wild."
"Eut! Uuht...! Hnng!"
I kept thrusting while spewing lewd, explicit dirty talk. Elis's face flushed deeper with each word.
To mold Elis into my favorite slutty style, I had to keep this up.
"Ngh! Gonna cum!"
Spurt—!
Moments later, semen erupted like a fountain, splattering Elis's face, neck, and tits.
"Suck it clean, Elis."
"..."
Silently, Elis took my cock in her mouth and swallowed the semen.
"Take care."
"You too. Look after Elis."
Clap!
Like protagonists from a hot-blooded basketball manga, I high-fived my clone before sneaking out without Elis noticing. Leaving her alone might make her lonely, so I'd left clone MARK-Three with her.
"What to do today?"
Fun as playing with Elis's tits was, I was a true gentleman scholar. How could a scholar waste time toying with women alone!
To spend time more productively, I'd headed out.