A New Hero Appears
If I had to grade Kim Yerin, she was an absolute top-tier specimen. Her figure didn't lose out to Han Yuri's in the slightest, and her face was stunningly beautiful. As for her age... she was probably on the younger side. She held a professorship, sure, but superhumans had always been in the business of shattering common sense. At most she was in her late twenties. If I was being generous, mid-twenties.
"Back when I was in college, if you got a boyfriend, you had to report it to your seniors first. You know why?"
She wound her fingers through my hair as she muttered, sounding for all the world like she was drunk. Why was she suddenly rambling about this nonsense?
"You'd offer the tasty new thing up to your seniors first. From their perspective, they were just taste-testing it for poison before passing it down to the underclassmen."
What a completely unhinged culture... Kim Yerin couldn't have been that far removed from her active years, which meant that tradition had only died out recently.
"But then! It disappeared during my year! Can you believe that shit? I was finally about to get my turn! And it was gone! God fucking dammit, this pisses me off so much."
She yanked my hair forward with a vicious tug. A flash of pain so intense I thought my scalp was going to peel right off, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
What kind of strength is that?
Han Yuri being strong made sense — she had the build for it. But Kim Yerin was only tall. Her frame itself was average for a woman. No, she was actually on the skinny side for her height. Her chest and ass were enormous, sure, but still...
"It's all because of that piece-of-shit Baek Hanyoung!"
"B-Baek Hanyoung...?"
"Oh? So you know the name. Well, yeah, she's been prancing around as some movie actress lately. Hypocritical bitch."
I knew the name Baek Hanyoung. Rank: A-class. A woman who wielded the power of a killer whale. Her nickname was something like the Strongest Mammal on Earth.
Just as Kim Yerin said, she was one of those heroes who showed up constantly in movies and dramas thanks to her outstanding looks and figure.
She's classmates with someone like that...?
As far as I knew, Baek Hanyoung was a genuinely good person. She donated heavily at the end of every year and threw herself into volunteer work for the weak — the kind of person where the more you dug, the more heartwarming stories you found.
And she was classmates with this gambling-addict lunatic? Good lord. Maybe take a page from her book...
"Still, now that I've finally gotten my rights back, I suppose I can forgive that fucking bitch out of the goodness of my heart."
"Huh...?"
"Suck."
She yanked my hair and dragged me forward. I didn't resist. My face slammed straight into her crotch.
"Hey. Hey. Hurry up and eat."
"Mmph..."
"Do it before I wake your girlfriend up and show her this mess. You know I could take both of you down without breaking a sweat, right?"
They said it usually took a group of lower-ranked superhumans to take down a higher one. Something like five B-class to handle one A-class.
Not that I had any intention of fighting back.
The only reason I hesitated was that I didn't know how. I should've practiced more when I was having sex with Han Yuri.
Anyway... I stuck my tongue out. It was pathetically short, matching the rest of me. Anyone who got off on something like this was definitely not right in the head.
"Look at that little tongue flicking around. Heheheh... that's so fucking hot."
"Nngh..."
No. I'd given this woman way too much credit. Kim Yerin was definitely mentally ill. The years she'd been alive probably equaled the years she'd gone without a boyfriend.
Or maybe every superhuman was a psychopath. There was no other way to explain this behavior. I gave her pussy a tentative lick.
"Hey. What the hell are you doing?"
"Huh?"
"Why are you licking like some baby giving kisses? You think a woman's gonna get off on that? I oughta—"
She yanked my hair backward. My body lurched. Then she shoved me forward again, lining my nose and mouth up perfectly against her sex.
I need to do it like they do in porn.
Like I said, I had zero talent for this. All I could do was recycle whatever I'd picked up from audiovisual materials.
"Slurp..."
I dragged my tongue along the outer folds. Thankfully, it seemed to be doing something. Kim Yerin's body gave a little shudder.
"Haaaah... okay, now we're getting somewhere. Hey, lick every last corner."
"Mmph!"
"Hnnnngh! That's nice. Why the hell didn't that idiot Han Yuri teach you this?"
Yeah, no kidding. If I'd known, I would've practiced on Han Yuri.
"Hey, look up at me. Just your eyes."
"Mmph?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just like that. Ah! Aahh! That's so fucking good. Hold on, I'm taking a picture."
Click! A loud shutter sound rang out. She'd already pulled out her phone and was photographing my face.
I hurriedly covered myself. Kim Yerin let out an excited nasal moan and hammered the shutter even harder.
"Holy shit! Waaah...! That's insane. Did you do that on purpose?"
"No, I didn't..."
"Every single thing you do is just filthy! You're a genius of being hot!"
I was hot? That's what she was saying right now?
I was... small. "Cute" suited me a lot better than "sexually attractive."
And yet Kim Yerin was telling me I was hot. Was it the affection stat talking?
"From now on, when I call, you come running and open that mouth!"
"Mmph!"
"Ah... I'm about to cum. Swallow every last drop!"
"Nngh!"
Swallow what? Could women even cum like that? I didn't think so. W-wait, was she about to piss in my mouth?!
"Don't leave a single drop!"
Gush, gush, gush, gush! Thankfully, it wasn't that. Love juices — an enormous amount of them — poured into my mouth. The droplets hammered the back of my throat. I didn't want to swallow, but she pinched my nose shut, so I had no choice.
"Gulp...!"
"Eheheh! Good, good! Finally learning your place. Open up! I'm checking every corner."
"Ah, mmph..."
Crushed by her commanding tone, I had no choice but to open my mouth wide. She shoved her fingers in and checked every last crevice, making absolutely sure I hadn't left anything behind.
"Ah. I can't take it anymore. You actually drank all of it. I can't hold back any longer."
"Huh?"
"Strip. We're having sex starting now."
Ah... so it wasn't over yet.
If you asked people to name the strongest woman in South Korea, they would all say Baek Hanyoung without hesitation.
Of course, if you went by rank alone, there were plenty of heroes stronger than her. Korea officially had twenty-seven S-class heroes.
But S-class heroes were entities that had transcended humanity — beings beyond mere living creatures. So people tended to give the title to Baek Hanyoung, who at least still qualified as a "living organism" in the most basic sense.
"Hooo..."
Baek Hanyoung, who possessed the traits of a killer whale, looked the part as well. A long whale tail. Hair mixed with white and black. And her chest — befitting a whale, the largest of all mammals — was enormous.
The villain standing before her couldn't help but shrink back.
That's not human...!
When superhumans had suddenly appeared in the world, villains had been born along with them. To stop people that even a nation's maximum military force couldn't regulate, the profession of hero had naturally come into existence.
The two sides had been fighting for three hundred years. And the winners, every single time, were the heroes.
"Surrender now. I won't kill you if you do."
"Shut your mouth!"
The villain facing Baek Hanyoung was a C-class superhuman. He could generate flames from his hands hot enough to melt steel, but his opponent was an A-class, so the power wasn't landing the way it should.
Flames roaring in both hands, the villain charged. If he could just make contact! If he could just land a hit, he could kill the hero standing in front of him.
"You're an idiot."
And that was the biggest mistake of the villain's life. Baek Hanyoung's devastating right punch shot forward — the strongest right hook in history, a blow that could scrap a ship weighing dozens of tons in a single hit.
Sound vanished for a moment. The fist was far faster than that. The villain's body, struck by it, went beyond becoming a lump of meat and transformed into a handful of bloody mist.
"That's why I told you to surrender."
BOOOOM! Only after Baek Hanyoung finished speaking did the thunderous noise arrive. A punch that concentrated every ounce of force into a single blow — which meant there was zero collateral damage. That was why her fights always drew a crowd.
"Wooooaaahhh!"
"That's so sick! Hey! Hey! Look over here!"
The spectators were overwhelmingly male. Inevitable, given Baek Hanyoung's outstanding looks and figure. There were even plenty of paparazzi who specialized in photographing her and uploading the shots online.
Haaaah...
For all those men, not a single one had ever caught Baek Hanyoung's interest. It wasn't that they were ugly. Some of her fans were superhumans themselves.
It was just that her... tastes were unique. No — dangerous.
When am I ever going to get to try dating?
She gave her fans a perfunctory wave, then quickly moved somewhere secluded. She pulled out her phone and opened a very private, very filthy photo.
It was a picture Han Yuri had uploaded to an anonymous site one dawn — a photo of Baek Sehyun's pale, naked body.
Yes. Baek Hanyoung's tastes were very, very dangerous.