The Hero Suit

"U Haru! It's the Association. Are you in there?"

That day, the Manager had come all the way to U Haru's home to meet her in person.

At first, no matter how she called out, there was no answer — is she still asleep? — so she had gone to a nearby café to kill some time. When she figured U Haru would surely be up by now, she came back and knocked again, only to be greeted by the same silence.

Ordinarily, the Manager would have waited a little longer, or set aside time to come back the next day. That was the sensible thing to do.

But… for some reason she couldn't name, yesterday's conversation with Woo Yeon-woo suddenly flashed through her mind.

"So you're telling me… we were just supposed to stand by and watch the worst possible outcome unfold right before our eyes?"

"…I still don't believe our choice was wrong."

"It was… for her own sake."

"……"

The Manager stood frozen, staring blankly at the front door.

Slowly, subtly — a creeping sense of déjà vu.

A prickling unease… tickling at the back of her mind.

She had felt this exact sensation before, again and again.

No reason for it. Just as surely, no evidence behind it.

It had happened many times over the course of her life — an inexplicable feeling, or perhaps an intuition. And every time it arrived, the Manager had been forced to confront some enormous change, some hidden truth.

A destiny that could not be dodged, no matter how she wished to avoid it.

That was how she had always defined it.

Which meant one thing was clear right now: she was missing something.

"……"

And this time, the sensation had come to her with unusual force.

The Manager narrowed her eyes at the door. When this feeling came upon her, she never acted rashly. Instead, she closed her eyes for a moment and focused on it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as completely as she could.

"Whew…"

When she opened them again, a piercing flash of insight glittered there.

'I have to go inside.'

She didn't know why. She wasn't even certain U Haru was in there — she could simply be sleeping.

But still… in this moment, it felt as though she simply had to open this door, as though something invisible were pressing against her back, pushing her forward.

After a brief hesitation, the Manager reached out her hand. She was sure of it now — she needed to enter this house, immediately. She grasped the handle and slowly turned it.

"…U Haru?"

No answer.

But this time… she didn't back away.

Creeeak—

The unlocked door swung open with a faint metallic whine, and a dark, cold entryway — like the gaping maw of an abyss — welcomed her inside.

Haah……

The secretary's mouth as my personal onahole.

That was really something……

As I passed through the automatic door into the Conditioning Chamber and made my way down, the only thing churning through my head was the memory of her sloppily devoted service. I'd genuinely intended to stop at just one more time — but it felt so absurdly good that I ended dumping my load into her mouth three more times.

And each time, instead of the volume shrinking, it seemed to grow slightly larger… which, logically speaking, made no sense at all. The sad, inescapable fate of every man: the more you fire off, the less you've got in the tank.

"……"

Still, my feelings were a little complicated.

Receiving such a lewd act of service from the secretary — of all people.

Didn't this prove… that deep down, I'd stopped seeing her as family, and had started seeing her as a woman?

How else could I possibly have let myself accept it?

The thought left me feeling oddly unsettled.

"Hello there, U Haru. Been keeping well… huh?"

What greeted my eyes as I stepped into the chamber was—

Vuuuuuum—

"Nnh… hngh…♥"

The vibrator strapped to her clit buzzed to life, and she let out a weak, moaning whimper—

"Ah…♥"

—then exhaled a sigh of pure, anguished frustration as the rotor stopped mere hair's breadth from climax. There stood U Haru, looking pitiable beyond words.

She was a wreck. Her once-neat, elegant hair had come loose into tangled strands from sweat and thrashing, and exhaustion was written plainly across her face, impossible to hide. Her parched lips, her sagging shoulders, her ragged breathing — I didn't need to ask how worn out she was; one glance told the whole story. Being restrained all day and denied orgasm over and over had drained every last ounce of strength from her body—

"…Hhk—♥"

—but the instant she spotted me, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her eyes snapped open and blazed to life, telling me she hadn't been completely broken yet.

The emotion burning in them was unmistakable.

Rage.

Definitely rage.

…You finally look like a living person again. Hmm.

I approached her, switched off the vibrator, and peeled it away. Then I set down the bag I'd brought along before coming down, pulled out a water bottle, and unscrewed the cap.

"Say ahh. You must be thirsty. Come on — aaah—"

"……"

"Hm? You don't want to drink? Fine, then I'll have it myse—"

"A-aaah…!"

"Good, that's more like it. Well done, U Haru."

She'd bolted upright in a panic, mouth flying open as if terrified I might actually drink it myself, and I stroked her head in approval.

Mmm… so soft. Not a bad head of hair.

"Hhk…!"

But whether it was the humiliation or the sheer misery of it, I could see moisture welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Even her tearful face is pretty…

Thinking that, I slowly poured the cool water into her waiting mouth.

Gulp… gulp… gulp—

"Haah…!"

She gasped out a deep breath like she'd only just come back to life, steadying her breathing, and I set the bottle aside and took a step back.

Then… I looked at the thing floating beside her head.

The Status Window — slightly changed from yesterday.

Sitting right beside Depression and Listlessness were two bold little tags: [Weakened].

In other words, the negative traits that had been devouring U Haru alive were losing their grip.

…Traits could actually change like this? In the game, traits that were due to disappear simply vanished on their own when the time came, and new ones popped into existence instantly. This gradual shift was something else entirely.

Anyway.

So did that mean U Haru had… recovered the will to truly live again?

Did yesterday's conversation leave her with something — some realization she needed?

Truthfully, I had steered things in that direction, at least in part. Deliberately dredging up her past, needling her like a knife, pouring cold water over her to urge her awake — all of it. Sure, part of it was to compare what I remembered of the game against reality… but only part.

I'd judged that U Haru, who had lost both her will to live and any reason to keep going, needed some kind of catalyst.

Because the U Haru I wanted was never this husk of a corpse with dead, empty eyes.

"It can't be comfortable, staying bent like that all day, can it? Let me return a little of your freedom."

Click— tick-tick—

I adjusted the restraints — keeping her bound, but widening the range of motion for her arms and legs.

"Nnh…!"

Only then was U Haru able to escape that vulgar pose that left her pussy and asshole on shameless display. She worked loose her stiff, cramped limbs and glared at me with eyes still glistening wet.

"…Let me go. I won't run."

"Hmm… I'd say it's still a little early for that."

Not that I think she could actually escape even if I did release her. Still, better safe than sorry — Father put his faith in me and went to all that trouble to support me, after all.

"Now then! U Haru — no. Lovebell."

"W-why are you calling me that…?"

When I called out with a bright smile, U Haru flinched. She started stammering and tried to look away, and I stepped closer.

"I looked into that hero suit you used to wear back in your Lovebell days."

"…?"

"God, it was tacky."

"…What did you just say?!"

Instantly, the color drained from her cowering, frightened face and flipped entirely. Her brows snapped down in a furious glare, and naked disgust flooded her expression. Apparently, insulting the suit that had shared in the glory of her prime did not sit well with her.

But the truth was the truth. At least in my eyes… it was hideously unstylish.

And honestly, there were circumstances beyond anyone's control — a quirk of the game itself. Rogue and Savior was, after all, a 15+ rated title. Meaning the game could never deliver the level of exposure I actually wanted.

Don't get me wrong — I wasn't asking for important parts flapping in the breeze. All I wanted was… just enough to properly show off each hero's natural charms. That much would have been plenty.

That would have been enough, and yet the game studio…!!

Whew… but this is reality now. A place where the unpleasant concept of "content ratings" simply does not exist.

Which left exactly one answer, didn't it?

Build the hero suit to my tastes, of course.

A hero suit that wraps the body head to toe in fabric, without a whisper of skin showing — such a thing has no right to exist! Evil like that deserves nothing less than a full redesign!

"I made it myself! With my own money! A custom-built hero suit for you to wear, U Haru! That's what I'm saying!"

"?!!"

A hero-grade suit, packed into this very bag, brimming — absolutely dripping — with my darkest desires and personal sexual tastes!

"For the record, you don't get a veto, U Haru. Today, you will be putting it o—"

"…Fine."

"…Sorry, what?"

"I'll wear it. That suit you… personally had custom-made."

"……"

…Just like that?

I stared at her, a question mark hanging over my head. But then I caught sight of what was shining in her eyes — a vivid, blazing resolve — and found myself nodding along.

I don't know what came over her, but if she's willing to put it on, then all the better.

"…I'll release the restraints for a moment. That said, I'd strongly recommend against attacking me or anything of the sor—"

"Shut up and give me the suit."

"Yes ma'am…"

The instant her restraints came ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠undone, U Haru snatched the bag right out of my hands, and when I pointed her toward the changing room, she scurried inside with remarkable speed.

"…Hm."

What on earth got into her?

And then, a short while later—

"WHAT KIND OF HERO SUIT IS THIIIIS?! DON'T YOU DARE INSULT THE CONCEPT OF A HERO SUUIIIT—!!!"

…I covered my ears against the roar exploding out of the changing room.

Hmm… was it that bad? I thought it suited her quite nicely, honestly.