The Strongest Woman on Earth (1)

Two days. That was how long it took before I could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finally get free of those two witches.

"Stooop... stop...!"

"Just a little more, just a little mooore..."

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Han Yuri knew exactly how to use that tail of hers. She coiled it around my waist and shook me up and down like a woman possessed. Was this that piledriver thing...? The kind of savage position you'd only ever see in some brutal Western porn — and Han Yuri was putting it into practice on me right now.

"Haaaahhh... it feels so fucking good..."

"Hngh-ghhh!"

"I love using Sehyun like a toy. Haaah... the way you cum is so cute. Does my pussy feel that good?"

"Stoooop...!"

"I'll slam-slam you, Sehyun. Feels good when I slam you with my pussy, right?"

"Stop the pussy slam-slam-slaaam!"

She wasn't listening to a damn word I said. My eyes were going vacant. Even my heartbeat felt like it was starting to slow. Once Han Yuri went on a rampage, there was no end to it. The moment she finished riding me, Kim Yerin would cheerfully dive in and take her turn — which sent Han Yuri's lust gauge shooting right back up, and the whole cycle would start over. Ahhh! Please, just let me rest for even a second!

To these women, "rest" meant mealtime, a catnap, or a water break. No — even when they ate, they sat on top of me.

"Slam-slam... I'll slam you with my pussy."

"Nngh! Stooop! Stoooop!"

"Slam-slaam~ slaaam-slam."

"Ahhngh! Nngh!"

I came with a dying wheeze, semen spurting out of me in a long, shuddering gush. Sweat dripped off every inch of me in sticky rivulets. Only then did the tail coiled around my waist slither loose.

My lower back was killing me. Probably because it had been locked in the grip of a muscle-bound woman who could snap a streetlamp in half. Tears even leaked out of the corners of my eyes.

"Nngh! You rapists..."

"I'm sorry... but you were just so hot I couldn't help myself."

Was that supposed to be an excuse? An excuse?! You nearly killed a man and that's how you talk about it?!

"But you enjoyed it too, didn't you?"

"..."

"From now on, I'll only follow your orders. I don't know why. I just... I feel like that's how it has to be from here on out."

I pulled myself together. I hadn't slept properly in two days and I'd been ridden half to death, but somehow I felt light. Aside from the ache in my lower back, everything was normal.

Is this because I awakened as a Superhuman?

Then it would've been nicer if it had just boosted my physical strength instead...

This fucking... Is the Status Window doing this to me on purpose?

This was a quest I absolutely could not fail. Two days of getting sucked dry had nearly killed me — 4,817 hours? I would die for sure.

This little shit... It's alive, isn't it? It's doing this to fuck with me on purpose!

Haa. Forget it. Getting pissed off at this ridiculous thing wouldn't do me any good. I shook my head hard and made up my mind. One way or another, I had to conquer the woman they called the strongest primate in history.

"Professor?"

"Yes..."

"You don't need to speak ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠formally with me. Just talk casually."

"Alright."

Unlike Han Yuri, Kim Yerin was shameless enough that she dropped the honorifics at lightning speed. The sheer velocity of that attitude shift left me speechless.

"The next target is Baek Hanyoung. I'm going to need you two to help me."

"Hanyoung? You're thinking of taking that hypocritical bitch as a concubine? If you're going to bring someone in, there are better people..."

"No. I'm going to make Baek Hanyoung mine."

The thought of dominating Baek Hanyoung — the woman they called the strongest primate in history — was enough to make my cock stand at attention all by itself. Wouldn't I become the first man to ever grab hold of those voluptuous breasts of hers?

But how long am I going to keep collecting nothing but B-class and A-class heroes?

The Status Window's goal was clearly for me to gather a whole bunch of women. Korea officially had about seventeen S-class heroes. If you counted the ones operating unofficially, there were probably far more. Among them were plenty of famous female heroes — ones like Magical Girl, Vampire Queen, or Blazing Heart.

From what little I understood...

S-class Superhumans were less like living creatures and more like phenomena. They'd been born human, sure — but some of them you couldn't even communicate with. One wrong move and the entire nation of South Korea could cease to exist. Wiped out by a natural disaster wearing human skin, no less.

Looked at that way, this world was nothing more than a sandcastle sitting on a beach. A wave could wash it away at any moment — or a sulky child's foot could kick it to pieces. The only reason we were still alive was because the government specially managed the S-class Superhumans and bent over backwards to keep them happy. Those things were walking catastrophes that could kill tens of thousands just by moving around.

Still, someday I'll make them all mine!

I had a goal now. A rather lecherous and selfish one: make every Superhuman in this world mine. But was that really so bad? Living things evolved to reproduce their species as efficiently as possible. Superhumans were probably created in that same vein, if you thought about it. Someday, without fail... I would use this Status Window ability to impregnate every last hero — no, every last Superhuman.

That aside, they say that in theory, five A-class Superhumans can take down one S-class.

It was only a theory, of course. But the Status Window seemed to be aiming for exactly that. So I'd need to gather two more... no, wait, three more. Han Yuri was only a B-class Superhuman, after all.

"Professor? You said you knew Baek Hanyoung."

"Yeah... that bitch and I were university classmates. Thirty-first class."

"Then would you happen to have her contact info?"

I could probably find Baek Hanyoung's location with a skill, but using Kim Yerin — someone who already knew her — would be far more efficient.

"Well! Hehe..."

"...?"

"I, uh... I got cut off by everyone I know."

Oh, come on. I was at a loss for words.

"Ah! It's not because I asked to borrow money! I can cover that kind of thing with my image-maintenance stipend."

"Then why?"

"Ehehe... I was short on living expenses, so I sold all kinds of info and photos to the paparazzi. That's why everyone cut contact."

She was bragging. Good lord. So this is what the worst person you could possibly know looks like.

"Professor. You need to quit gambling from now on."

"Ah, I know! And I'm never gambling again... I've found something way better."

The professor stroked my crotch as she whispered in my ear. Mmm... it felt good, sure. But the mood was weird.

"So what you're saying is, you can't be much help in turning Baek Hanyoung into a home for my cock."

"W-well... but! I think I know a way!"

"Let's hear it."

I had a feeling this wasn't going to help. I stared at her, a sense of foreboding settling in my gut.

"You know why I call that fucking bitch Baek Hanyoung a hypocrite? She's all strict with everyone else, but her own tastes are filthy as hell!"

"Filthy how?"

The Baek Hanyoung I knew was a hero overflowing with a sense of justice. Three years ago, during a theater hostage crisis, she'd taken every hit from a B-class Superhuman with her bare body and rescued the hostages.

"I saw that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bitch's phone once. In her gallery, there were these little..."

"Little...?"

"Uggghhh! Yeah! There were a shitload of pictures of cartoon characters that look just like you, all half-naked! After seeing that, I thought, this bitch is a massive hypocrite."

So that's why she called her a hypocrite. Aha. I get it. I understood perfectly now why Kim Yerin had been grinding her teeth over this. Not that this woman was anywhere close to normal herself.

"So should we blackmail her with that?"

"Absolutely not. We can't beat Baek Hanyoung."

Hold on — we had one A-class hero and one B-class, and we still couldn't beat Baek Hanyoung? I was stunned.

"If I mobilized every puppet I've got, we could put up a decent fight... but once she starts shattering hundreds of them with a single punch, we'd be in trouble."

"Good lord..."

Even if she deployed hundreds of thousands of puppets — each one equal to a state-of-the-art tank — they still couldn't win. I'd thought that in terms of raw combat power, this woman was the top of the A-class!

"So we can't blackmail her. Not if we don't want to die..."

"Then what do we do?"

"Baek Hanyoung is such a hypocritical bitch that even if you came onto her, she wouldn't spread her legs."

"Hmm..."

"So we'll have to force them open."

Wait, that completely contradicted what she just said. I was dumbfounded.

"Uh... I don't think you're familiar with the word 'contradiction.'"

"That was if we fought her head-on. If we fight dirty, we win."

What the hell was this now? She'd just said we couldn't win even if she mobilized ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠every last puppet.

"You're going to have to be the hostage."

"A-a hostage...?"

I couldn't make sense of what she meant. But the next day, once the plan was set in motion, I finally understood what she'd had in mind.

The A-class villain Kim Yerin and the B-class villain Han Yuri revealed themselves to the world.