Apprentice Hero: Han Eunbyeol (3)
"......We don't have any money at home."
Her voice trailed off into a whisper.
"Both my parents passed away early... I grew up with my grandmother. The tuition for Hero Academy and the equipment maintenance fees... I just couldn't afford them. I couldn't even submit an application......"
No matter how much heroes professed justice, the path to qualification was thoroughly capitalistic. The academy's exorbitant tuition was utterly out of reach for dirt-poor orphans like Eunbyeol.
Rapidstar furrowed his brow.
"If your ability is exceptional enough, the academy offers full scholarships."
"......My ability isn't good enough to qualify for that......"
Eunbyeol gave a bitter smile and rose from her seat.
"If you'll excuse me, Rapidstar......"
She then sat back down on the dining chair, crossing her legs tailor-style, closed her eyes, and furrowed her brow in concentration.
And then.
Float.
Incredibly, Eunbyeol's body began to lift off the chair.
Han Eunbyeol's awakened ability, Flight.
Being able to fly was a rare and highly versatile power even in the hero world.
Rapidstar's eyes gleamed with interest.
But that interest cooled in less than ten seconds.
Viiiing—.
Eunbyeol's body did float into the air, but the speed was pathetically slow. A mere few centimeters per second. It was sluggish and frustrating, like rising on buoyancy in water.
"......As you can see, it is flight. But the speed is ridiculously slow...... This alone couldn't even pass the academy's practical exam cutoff......"
Only then did Rapidstar understand the puzzle from last night. Why this kid had been hiding on the 15th-floor rooftop instead of the ground. Using Flight from ground level to escape or pursue would take an eternity. So she'd cleverly started from a high place, jumping down to buy hang time. A tear-jerking hack.
Eunbyeol slowly descended back to the floor and added stiffly,
"I couldn't get certified through the regular route. So......"
A venomous glint, unfit for her age, flashed in Eunbyeol's eyes.
"I was going to catch dangerous wanted villains on-site myself, prove my record to the police and association, and get a special hero license...... Even if it meant just tipping off a villain organization's location...... I thought tracking Nyestringer would lead to their base......"
Hearing the apprentice's confession, a strange smile spread across Rapidstar's lips.
Poverty. Inferiority. Ruthless obsession to climb up by any means.
"Hoo. Catch a villain for special recruitment."
Rapidstar leaned back against the chair, propping his chin as he stared intently at Eunbyeol.
"Just like Shooting Star in the old days?"
Shooting Star.
The name from Rapidstar's lips made—
"P-Pardon?"
Eunbyeol's venomous expression crumble in an instant, flushing with shame and awe.
"N-No! How could someone like me......!"
Eunbyeol flailed her hands in panic. Even being compared to her idol seemed blasphemous.
"Sh-Shooting Star is nothing like me! She was a true hero from childhood—purely protecting the weak beyond police reach, vigilante work risking her life gladly!"
Eunbyeol's eyes reddened.
"But me...... I'm just chasing villains for a legal hero license and money... purely selfish and impure motives...... Comparing me to someone so great makes me feel so pathetic and disgusting, Rapidstar......"
Degrading her own impure goals while idolizing Shooting Star from 20 years ago as an absolute icon.
That blind reverence.
That endlessly humble, upright mindset.
Yes. This is it.
Rapidstar felt a dark thrill surging.
The perfect masterpiece he'd sculpted and controlled, Han Sara. This wannabe draped in her shadow, worshipping the idol he'd created, loathing her own wretchedness, prostrating herself—it was exquisite.
Rapidstar was utterly obsessed with this new Han Sara.
"Hahaha!"
He burst into booming laughter.
"You know humility. Excellent."
Then he tossed a small, crude black pager onto the table in front of her.
"This is......?"
"There are no weak abilities in this world. With proper certification and systematic training from the association's fine seniors, that Flight of yours has A-rank potential."
Incredible praise and affirmation from Rapidstar's lips made Eunbyeol's eyes tremble. Her heart pounded.
An S-rank hero acknowledged her power.
"Keep tracking that snuff film villain you're after, Nyestringer."
Rapidstar commanded.
"Find the crime organization behind her. Then press that pager's button. I'll drop everything and descend to your location myself."
Eunbyeol carefully picked up the pager with trembling hands.
"This is my official interview for you, who seeks to carry Shooting Star's will. Can you do it?"
Direct support from an S-rank hero.
And guaranteed special recruitment on success.
For a poor, powerless orphan wannabe, no greater miracle existed.
"Hic...... Rapidstar......!"
Thick tears plopped from Eunbyeol's eyes.
She sprang up, saluted crisply without wiping them.
"I'll do my best! I'll stake my life to find that den! For Justice!"
Overwhelmed, she bolted from the dining room without finishing her meal, eager for duty.
"I'll come back for the repaired costume later! Thank you, Rapidstar!"
The front door opened and slammed; her frantic footsteps faded.
Right after Eunbyeol left the mansion clutching her chest—
The empty table held only Rapidstar and the expressionless middle-aged maid by the wall.
"Hoo...... haa......"
Rapidstar's breathing suddenly grew ragged.
From the innocent, reckless sight of the young girl dashing off teary-eyed on pure passion to become a hero, without breakfast.
That pure, reckless back—
Rapidstar saw Han Sara overlaid.
His beloved, perfect disciple from the past: sneaking back late from secret vigilante work, always oversleeping, rubbing sleepy eyes, wolfing down cold rice.
Her phantom overlapping with Eunbyeol sent blood surging madly to his lower body, an uncontrollable lust erupting like a volcano.
"Ngh...... I came plenty last night, but......"
Rapidstar's pants bulged obscenely, the thick outline straining the zipper like it might burst free. Veins throbbed visibly as the massive cock twitched against the fabric.
He gripped the chair arms, panting.
"Haa...... haa...... fuck......"
Then.
The middle-aged maid by the wall approached the table, utterly unfazed—as if this perverse scene was routine.
"You have to head to the association soon, so I'll take care of it with my mouth."
She casually crawled into the dim space under the marble dining table.
Riiiip—.
With practiced hands, she unzipped Rapidstar's pants and yanked down his underwear.
Plop. The massive cock sprang out, throbbing before her face.
Slurp. Slurrrp. Smack smack.
"Glk... glk... slurp...!"
In the vast, quiet kitchen, sticky, lewd sucking sounds echoed like devouring meat from under the table. The maid's throat gurgled rhythmically as she swallowed his thick shaft to the hilt.
"Haa...... haat... good......"
Rapidstar tilted his head back, savoring the pleasure.
After a long bout of her devoted fellatio, hurtling toward climax, he lowered his bloodshot eyes.
"You...... still wearing it?"
He peered under the table with a bizarre question.
The maid sucking his cock didn't pause, mumbling through saliva and spit.
"Slurp...... y-yes...... smack smack. Still wearing it...... ngh......"
"Come here."
Unable to hold back, Rapidstar reached under, seized her slim waist roughly, and yanked her up with monstrous strength.
"Ah!"
Still seated, he flipped her body upside-down midair, securing her inverted over his lap.
An extreme 69 variant: reverse inverted lift.
"Haa... haa... Rapidstar... gulk! Mmph!"
Even in this grotesque pose—upper body down, lower toward sky—the maid professionally kept sucking his cock.
Slurrrp! Slurp!
Meanwhile, gravity flipped her long maid skirt up and over, exposing everything below.
And within.
The soaked, filthy white panties Eunbyeol had worn when she passed out urinating in terror on the rooftop—stained with her fear-sweat, piss, and intimate secretions—clung transparently to the maid's bare skin.
"Kuhuhu...... haa......! Sniff... haaa......!"
Rapidstar's eyes rolled back as he buried his nose madly between the inverted maid's thighs.
"Haaaa...... sniff! Hnnngh—!"
He inhaled frantically the new Shooting Star substitute's pungent, musky piss stench, her feminine secretions—lungs burning.
Savoring his disciple's phantom filthy scent at the tip of his nose, while below, the maid's hot mouth milked his cock.
"Sara...... haa, Saraaa—! Hnngh!"
Rapidstar cried his dead disciple's name, ramming his cock deep into the maid's throat, erupting thick, hot semen like a waterfall.
Gulp gulp! Splurt! Splurt!
Gulp... gulp...!
"Nngh...! Glk... gulk... slurp...!"
The maid's throat convulsed swallowing semen. Even as it overflowed her lips, she slurped on, drool spilling.
In that grotesque, nauseating act.
Gulp....
Having swallowed it all, the maid—face smeared in saliva and cum—calmly adjusted her skirt and murmured,
"I'll prepare a fresh change of clothes......"
* * *
Eunbyeol clutched the black pager in her pocket.
The great hero, Rapidstar, had acknowledged her.
Believed in her potential, granted this miraculous special recruitment chance.
Utterly unaware of his nauseating true nature or the perverse use of her left-behind panties.
Drunk solely on the thrill of a hero's recognition.
Wait for me, Rapidstar. I'll definitely find that villain's lair and press the pager!
Eunbyeol bit her lip, pulled her hood low, and glared at Nyestringer—walking arm-in-arm with the fat man.