The Professor (1)

In the tens of thousands of years since humanity first walked the Earth, people have built communities of every conceivable kind. Once society began splitting itself along lines of wealth and appearance, those communities transformed again and again into new shapes.

The same held true for the society of Superhumans, a class of beings that had existed for only a few centuries. The Superhuman Gallery — a community open exclusively to Superhumans — was a perfect reflection of that hierarchy.

In the dead of night, an anonymous user posted a thread.

The attached photo showed a small-framed man, completely naked, collapsed face-down in total exhaustion, passed out cold. One look at that dangerously slight body was enough to send Superhuman Gallery users into a collective uproar.

Anyone with a functioning moral compass — which is to say, most of the userbase — took one look at what was unmistakably a rape trophy photo and tore into the poster without mercy.

A handful of users, however, had a rather different reaction.

Superhumans had no shortage of people whose minds were deeply unwell. For all their formidable bodies, they had a curious tendency toward severe mental illness. Female Superhumans in particular were statistically far more likely to suffer from it.

The reason had never been identified, but the stronger the Superhuman, the more frequently those illnesses manifested — and the rate of violent crime among female Superhumans ran a staggering five hundred percent higher than that of their male counterparts. The people leaving those deranged comments on the Superhuman Gallery were, almost without exception, women.

Fortunately, the thread was taken down before too many people could see it. Thanks to that, the poster's real name never appeared on the morning news programs that endlessly ran segments investigating the grim reality of Superhuman crime.

"Hnnngh... Even at dawn it got deleted instantly."

Han Yuri — who had come within a hair of having her face and name plastered across the nine o'clock news — felt, of all things, a pang of disappointment that her post had been removed.

"What a shame. I wanted to show everyone Sehyun's magnificent body."

The way a child wants to show off a new toy. Han Yuri, too, wanted the whole world to see the male she had newly taken as her own.

She spread a blanket on the floor to avoid the bed, which was soaked through with her fluids and his semen, then scooped Sehyun's limp, unconscious body up as if he weighed nothing at all.

This was the same woman who had raped him over and over in a mindless frenzy. And yet her mind and body had been so thoroughly dominated that she now felt an overwhelming duty to move her Master to a clean place to sleep.

"I love you."

A soft peck. She pressed her lips to Baek Sehyun's pale forehead. Then she took his filthy cock into her mouth.

"Haaah... slurp. Ahhh... there. All clean now."

Taking Master's soiled cock into her mouth and cleaning it — that was the duty of a subjugated female. She felt nothing about the act itself. As if even private emotion had not been permitted to her, and therefore could not be expressed.

"I'll see you in the morning."

She murmured it with a smile blooming across her face. Come morning, she intended to serve the Master she had taken with everything she had. The mere thought of it filled Han Yuri's head with a warm, swelling happiness.

"Nnh."

I opened my eyes to morning. Ten a.m., no less — far too late to be waking up.

Not that I had any right to say that, given I usually rolled out of bed at one in the afternoon. If anything, this was early for me. Still, I hadn't even stayed up all night gaming, and I was waking up this late anyway. Something was definitely wrong.

What the hell kind of bullshit was this? I was speechless. Could I at least get a break?

Wait. Kim Yerin?

I'd heard the name. An A-class hero — the woman they called a one-woman army. She was supposed to command tens of billions of dolls, each one loaded with every weapon imaginable.

They said she'd been ranked B-class at the age of twelve. And I was supposed to make a woman like that submit to me?

"Han Yuri."

"Nnh..."

"Han Yuri!"

"Huh? Ah! Y-yes!"

Good. I'd use Han Yuri to bring this Kim Yerin woman to heel.

"Han Yuri."

"...Yes, Master."

The moment I said her name, she dropped to her knees in front of me. It was a far cry from the violent, overbearing woman of last night. I even felt a flicker of conquest.

"Do you know someone named Kim Yerin?"

"Kim Yerin... that's my advising professor's name. Why? Why are you suddenly asking about her?"

She fixed me with a cold glare, as if demanding to know what business I had bringing that name up.

"Don't tell me you're planning to fuck her too, the way you did me. That's not happening. No... absolutely not!"

"C-calm down!"

"I don't care if you're Master — I will not forgive you sleeping around with other women!"

Yeah, I definitely need to buy skills. If I could give her specific orders, she wouldn't be looking at me with that insolent face...

And I wouldn't get pinned down and wrung dry against my will the way I had last night.

Skill Shop!

The moment I muttered the words, the shop window bloomed open. The scroll was still absurdly long. After some deliberation, I picked out a few skills.

Perfect. The points line up exactly.

I started with Netorase Queen. Han Yuri's jealousy was so extreme I had a feeling I needed to get ahead of it before something exploded.

Then I bought Charisma King 1. The moment a second rank unlocked, I planned to grab that too.

I bought that one as well. Anything that upgraded Charisma King was worth grabbing.

"Done."

"Hnn... eh?! S-something just got carved into my lower belly..."

A low, resonant hum rolled through the air, and pink letters etched themselves across Han Yuri's lower abdomen.

BSH. My initials. Seeing it written out like that was pretty blatant... It practically screamed her resolution to accept no one but me.

The moment the last letter finished carving itself in, Han Yuri's eyes went hazy and unfocused. The way she looked at me had turned a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠little... lewd.

"Han Yuri."

"Yeees?"

"From now on, I'm adding Kim Yerin to my cock-sleeve collection. You going to help?"

"Mmm... Professor Kim Yerin and I are close. But if that's what Master wants, I'll gladly cooperate."

A minute ago she'd been glaring at me like she was ready to kill me on the spot. Now there wasn't a trace of that. That had to be Netorase Queen doing its work.

Thank god... From what I'd seen, Han Yuri's jealousy really was off the charts.

So in other words, keep Han Yuri's lust in check while I go after Kim Yerin.

I'd lived a decent life, and the idea of targeting someone like this actually sat wrong with me. It felt like peeling off their personality and pasting a different one over the top.

But if I failed this quest, I was finished. Getting locked in a basement by Han Yuri was not on my list. I felt bad about it, but I was going to have to make Kim Yerin mine.

"Alright...! Wait, you said she's a professor?"

"Yes."

Then she couldn't be far. I activated the only location-detection skill I had.

"Huh?"

No.

Why was a professor in the room next door?