The Strongest Woman on Earth (Finale)
Day 1
Baek Hanyoung sat quietly on the bed the cell had been furnished with, crunching her way through a raw potato she had just been given.
She was a woman who could have broken out of Poseidon — the deep-sea Villain Penitentiary — in a single breath. And yet she had been reduced to a prisoner who could not even escape this cramped basement.
"Haaa... what's your name?"
"Y-yes?"
"Since we're stuck here together, we might as well get to know each other. May I ask your name?"
"B-Baek Sehyun... ma'am."
"Same family name, then. I imagine you already know who I am, but I'm Baek Hanyoung. An A-class hero."
A-class hero Baek Hanyoung set about putting her trembling hostage at ease. She may have been beaten half to death and locked in a cellar, but she knew exactly how much stability the symbol of her name and rank could offer.
"Umm... are your wounds alright?"
"Hmm!? Ah! Yes, I'm fine. My skull's a bit cracked and there's some brain damage, so the regeneration's running a little slower than usual. Give it about ten minutes and I'll be good as new."
A physical-type hero's power was never limited to raw strength and speed. Dynamic visual acuity. The monstrous toughness required to survive those speeds. Instant regeneration that knitted wounds shut in moments, and an antimicrobial constitution so superior that infection was a foreign concept — those were their true weapons.
"That's incredible..."
"Yes. I may be locked up right now, but once I'm free, I will win. Ugh... if I'd known this was coming, I would have prepared a radio I could call for backup with."
Baek Hanyoung had always been so certain of her own ability that she rarely accepted support. And in fairness, she had crushed villain after villain just fine without a single reinforcement.
"Hmm. Looks like you two are already getting along. Impressive. Truly impressive."
"...Yerin."
The basement was dark, but Hanyoung's eyesight had no trouble picking out Kim Yerin as she came walking over, hips swaying with every unhurried step.
"When I get out of here, I'm going to kill you."
"Oh? Should I start fearing for my life? Our magnificent hero is making death threats."
"Don't you mock me!"
"I haven't even started mocking you yet, Baek Hanyoung. That starts now."
Kim Yerin pointed a finger at Hanyoung's body, then at Baek Sehyun's. Neither of them understood what the gesture meant. Both of them froze.
"Strip."
"What...?"
"Every last scrap. Underwear included. I want you naked."
It was an order of such blatant insolence that Baek Hanyoung's face twisted into something ugly.
"Don't look at me like that. It's actually scary. I'd rather you just do as I say before I accidentally set off the bomb."
"You! You... you'll pay for this, you bitch!"
"If divine punishment were a real thing, lightning would've struck me dead already. You idiot!"
Baek Hanyoung hung her head. To be subjected to something this humiliating...
"Ah, the gentleman next to her? You'll need to strip as well."
"I-I have to take my clothes off too...?"
"Of course."
Baek Sehyun hung his head, resigned, and peeled his clothes off one piece at a time. His small, pale naked body met the damp basement air.
"Tick. Tock."
"Kh! Fine, I get it! I'll strip!"
Watching a hero stronger than herself scramble at a single word filled Kim Yerin with boundless, intoxicating delight. It was not a sexual feeling. She was not a lesbian.
Baek Hanyoung threw her clothes aside, piece by piece. Fortunately, nothing had torn in the fight. Once you reached Superhuman level, even the clothes you wore tended to be sturdy.
Holy hell, that body...
Sehyun stared freely at Baek Hanyoung, who was down to her underwear before he quite realized it. A body no ordinary person would ever get to see. Something down below went rigid with a vengeance.
"There. Happy now...?!"
The underwear did not come off nearly as fast as the outer clothes. No matter how indomitable her spirit, going naked — in front of a man she did not even know — was a humiliation too deep to swallow easily.
She started with the white bra. A soft tuk, and her left breast spilled free. The nipple was a luminous, almost radiant pink. The impulse to reach out and touch it hit him instantly, but Sehyun forced himself to hold still. The other breast followed, and a pair so massive they bordered on the obscene swayed heavily into view.
"The rest, too."
"Khhhk!"
The bottom half was the part she least wanted to lose. But Baek Hanyoung could not sacrifice an innocent civilian. She hesitated for a heartbeat, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, squeezed her eyes shut, and pulled them down.
"What's this? Smooth as can be. You shave it all down there too?"
"You! You...!"
"Hmmmm. A girl with no boyfriend wouldn't bother shaving. Ah! Don't tell me — you're naturally hairless? Heh heh. That's a welcome physique for a woman."
The shame had no bottom. Baek Hanyoung's face flushed a red so violent it looked ready to burst. If no one had been watching, she would have been stomping and raging around the cell.
"That's all from me! You two have a nice chat, okay?"
"Ugh..."
Kim Yerin turned her back and walked out. Sehyun watched her click away into the dark, and lust surged up in him all over again.
"W-why do you think she left us naked?"
"I... I don't know either."
"At least it's not cold. Haaa. You're alright, aren't you?"
"Ah, ummm... actually, I...!"
Sehyun gave himself a quick, theatrical shiver. It was not actually that cold — but his mind was already spinning, calculating the fastest route to sex. Only then did Baek Hanyoung realize just how absurd her own resistance to the cold really was.
I was being far too self-centered...
Baek Hanyoung could walk outside in a short-sleeved shirt in the dead of winter and feel like it was a warm spring day. Sehyun, by contrast, could not endure the damp chill of a basement.
"Ugh... i-it's so cold."
"Kim Yerin, you cowardly bitch... what the hell are you doing to someone who has nothing to do with this?!"
"W-what do we do... if we stay like this, I think I'm going to freeze to death."
A hero overflowing with a sense of justice, Baek Hanyoung squeezed her eyes shut. She could not leave him like this. She might survive it — but this innocent man would die.
There was only one option. Wrap him in her own body, which ran about a degree warmer than a normal person's.
"I'm sorry... but this is the only way!"
"Whoa!?"
She folded both arms around Sehyun. His body was terribly cold, just as she had expected. But he would warm up soon enough...
"You can't do this... we're not even dating."
"I'm sorry. Just for a little while... I'll hold you until you warm up."
Sehyun's frame was so small that he slipped right into her embrace. It did not feel like holding a person. It felt like clutching a cold doll tightly to her chest.
He's so soft.
He was not particularly fleshy. If anything, he was on the skinny side. And yet the simple act of touching him filled her with a psychological comfort she could not put into words. Was this what it felt like to stroke a cat, or run your fingers through a dog's fur?
"Uuuugh... that hurts if you squeeze so hard."
"Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to use that much strength!"
Why? The instant she had taken this man in her arms, some part of her had decided she did not want to let go. Fortunately, she had a perfectly legitimate reason not to, so she could keep the position without having to explain herself.
...Something feels hot around my lower belly.
Not from the inside. From the outside. Puzzled, she let her eyes slide downward.
"Hahk..."
"Yes?"
"Ah, ahh... uh! Uhhh!"
It was a massive slab of meat. An enormous cock, jammed into the crotch of a man whose entire body was comically small.
She had never had any particular interest in the naked male form. But looking at that thing, a secret desire she had been keeping buried surged straight to the surface.
This is that monster cock I saw last time...
Baek Hanyoung still had the photo Han Yuri had posted online, saved and screenshotted. The one in that picture and the one in front of her now were roughly the same size...
She swallowed. No matter how hard she tried to hold it back, saliva kept pooling in her mouth. She wanted to lay this man down and lick every last inch of him.
"Your breathing's gotten really rough... is something wrong?"
"N-no!"
"Maybe you're coming down with a cold...?"
"I don't catch c-colds. So! You can't pull away from me!"
"...What?"
Her lower belly grew terribly hot. Not the surface this time — the inside. It felt as though someone had shoved a red-hot iron bar into her. Her heart was pounding too hard, and drool was starting to slip from the corner of her mouth. This was dangerous. Far too dangerous...
"Ah!"
"W-what's the matter?"
"Ah, it's nothing..."
Sehyun had sneakily closed a hand around her plump ass. The elasticity was exquisite, a handful of flesh so pleasant he wanted to bury his cock in it right then and there.
I still have to hold back.
He had just checked the Status Window. Baek Hanyoung's Conquest Rate had only climbed to ten percent. He could not afford to just slam it in yet.
Target: Baek Hanyoung
Conquest Rate:10%
There's a reason it gave me a whole week. This is taking longer than I thought...
If Han Yuri had been the one in Kim Yerin's place, it would already be at forty percent. He had expected as much. Raising someone's Conquest Rate varied wildly from person to person.
Well. That won't last long. I'll have her drunk on my cock and drooling soon enough.
Five days until Baek Hanyoung's Conquest Rate hit one hundred percent.
Five days until a rampaging Hanyoung subjected him to every kind of play imaginable.
Neither of them knew the fate waiting for the other, and both of them chuckled under their breath. Baek Sehyun, in particular... was being a bit of an idiot.