So He Did All This Because He Was Jealous of Another Man?

First, I looked up at Nunbora hanging by her head.

I refilled five Squirting cards. With the last three Card Tags I'd used, I steadily stacked the Climax Counter as well.

The three Tags didn't force squirting climaxes on their own, so the stack had gone all the way to 120. Subtract the climaxes she'd already had, and what remained was 110… A person dies if they climax in the triple digits, so this was already overkill.

The field itself was warning me that my victory conditions had already been met. There was no explicit notation for it, but it seemed that once enough counters piled up to climax-kill the opponent, it counted as an automatic win.

And Nunbora could apparently see this warning window too, because she started begging for all she was worth.

"I—I surrender! I surrenderrrr!!"

"Not a chance."

Naturally, I chose YES and continued the battle.

I held my phone high and kept filming the humiliating state of Nunbora dangling with her pussy spread wide as I hit the trigger.

"Ah, aaaaah, hyiiiiiiih!!!!"

Shiiiiiish—!!!

A fountain erupted. Unlike before, she couldn't even close her thighs, and there was no cloth left to cover her pussy, so she couldn't hide the stream itself anymore.

Maybe that was why, the moment she sprayed, her body hanging from the ceiling went whoosh! and started swinging back and forth like she was riding a swing.

"Fountain swing-riding? Oh, impressive. Just how hard do you have to cum to go flying like that?"

"D-Don't, don't film me! I hate this! Please, forgive meee!!"

"But I refuse."

"Ughiiiiih——!!!!"

The moment I spent the stacked squirting points, she no longer even had the strength left in her urethra—it burst without delay. Love juice sprayed from the tip of her ass, and the recoil launched her body; it was a literal pussy rocket.

"Ooooooooh!!! Hgooooooh!!!!!"

It sprayed, it sprayed, the love juice sprayed. The body that had been swinging back and forth like a swing finally flipped at some point. The ropes holding Nunbora had twisted somewhere along the way, and in the process of untwisting back to normal, she started spinning round and round.

"Aaaaaaaah~~♡♡"

Nunbora spinning like that looked for all the world like a giant turtle kaiju. In that movie, too, the turtle monster had spun through the sky spraying fire in every direction. Nunbora right now, in that frog-like spread-eagle pose, was doing basically the same thing. The only difference from the movie was that what sprayed from the sky wasn't fire—it was a love-juice fountain.

"Ugh. Did someone mount a sprinkler on that pussy? How is love juice spraying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in a full 360?"

"Hwaaaaaaang——!!!"

She finally cried.

Excessive degradation, shame, pain, humiliation—every emotion tangled together and shattered the cool act she'd been roleplaying. Honestly, if you were hung naked from the ceiling, spinning like a discus while turning into a love-juice sprinkler, anyone would go insane. Flip it around and imagine me hanging there doing that, and I'd have bitten my tongue and killed myself.

"Really. That's why I told you not to pick a fight when Ms. Yumi warned you."

At my gesture, the black ropes binding ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Nunbora moved on their own and stripped off her mask.

"Hic! Hic! Ah, ah, my face—it's been seen. It's being filmed on video… I hate iiiit…!!"

As expected, she looked about college age. A beautiful woman with silver hair tinged with blue. Her hair was medium-length, and her eyes were a sharp teal. Overall she had a sharp image; if she'd still had the composure from when we first met, she would've passed for a cool beauty.

There's a character archetype like this somewhere… where have I seen it?

The black ropes didn't stop there—they gently stroked her thighs. Her over-knee socks, soaked through with her own pussy water and stretched tight, had a deck case attached like a cat garter, and from there they pulled out what looked like a wallet and tossed it down to me.

"Hik! Stop it… Don't touch my wallet!…!!"

"Why the hell would you carry a wallet around during an operation."

Proof that she'd never even considered the possibility of losing a Beyond Battle to someone in a neighborhood brawl. It had that uniquely naive flavor of kids' cartoons.

"Let's see, let's see."

I checked the contents and read them out loud.

"Name: Baek Seol-ah. Age: 23. Address is in Dongdaemun… Oho. A college student, huh?"

"Hic! Hic!"

"Your name's similar to your alias, too. Deck concept matched to it. Was that on purpose?"

From the surname all the way through—it was one of those names that made the Korean localization of a Japanese work completely transparent. If the setting had been Japan instead of Korea, they probably would've gone with something like Shirayuki or Yukino.

"And also… the Dongdaemun Beyond Battle Zone?"

"Hic!"

Wondering if there was anything else in the wallet, I dug around and found what looked like a name tag she used for part-time work. Just in case, I photographed her ID first and then went back to filming video.

"Alright, starting now I'll begin filming the title '[Korean Amateur] Bizarre_PussyFountainRocket_Whore.avi'. Here's the ID, and I'll lay out the home address completely, so if you can't see it well, please hit the spacebar to zoom~."

"S-Stop, I hate it! Aaaaah, no no no!!"

There was no way she didn't understand what I was saying right now. She was thrashing in terror, her erection of pure panic trembling as she imagined the catastrophe that might unfold.

At that moment, the cards that had fallen to the floor floated up again—then scattered back down with a clatter. If she'd still had any fighting spirit left, maybe, but unfortunately even her will to battle seemed completely broken.

"What. Not battling? I haven't pressed the YES button yet."

"I lost! I lost, so please just untie me from this perverted thing! My head—it's getting weird! Just being tied up feels good and it's making me weird!!"

"Quiet. Keep your voice down. Ms. Yumi will hear."

"—Hic!"

I glanced behind me. My precious benefactor, draped in my jacket, was trembling gently. The way she was shaking looked less like terror and more like something else, but she was Ms. Yumi, so she wouldn't be eavesdropping on other people's business—I crossed my arms and put on an air of leisure.

"Alright. From now on I'm going to ask you a few questions. You just have to answer them. OK?"

"If I don't, you'll upload everything!! Doing that would ruin my life… Is that something a champion of justice would do!?"

"So what, you're telling me to show consideration to a 'psycho bitch who kidnaps kids who still have parents, uses them as child soldiers, and on top of that makes them steal high-value goods'??"

"Kh!"

"I'd normally take this WWE-style if I could, but this one is a bit much. Mass kidnapping of kids, death threats at full volume, and to top it off you spewed that abuse at Ms. Yumi—and you've got the nerve to say that?"

She didn't keep to the line, so I crossed it for her. That was all. I wasn't acting out of some cheap sense of justice. I admired justice itself, sure, but I was too old to put it into practice.

"I'll—I'll apologize for that! So—"

"An apology is sincerity. And the greatest sincerity you can show right now isn't dangling from the ceiling with your pussy gaping—it's gaping your mouth for my questions. Do you understand it?"

"Y-Yes…!"

Good. She was receiving loud and clear. Riding the momentum, I asked again.

"What's this part-time name tag from the Dongdaemun area?"

"I normally work part-time there! In the neighborhood I'm kind of famous… well, it's weird saying it myself, but I'm known as a beauty battler!!"

Like Ms. Yumi, was Seol-ah also a shop idol type?

Ahh, come to think of it, there is that. The character who takes the big-sis position at exactly Seol-ah's age.

One of those formulas that works for anything involving cards, spinning tops, or toys. The shop the protagonist frequently visits always has a beautiful older sister. Those big-sis characters are usually more mature than the heroine, with better bodies and personalities, and they contribute a great deal to demolishing the sexual walls of young viewers.

"If you'd been on the ally side instead of the villain side, every time Taeyang's group came by you'd have greeted them with something cliché like, 'Oh my, you kids pulled another stunt, huh~♪'."

"What are you even talking about!?"

I looked at Ms. Yumi again, then up at the ceiling, and threw out the second question.

"How do you undo the brainwashing?"

"Kh, same as last time. Overwhelm them in a Beyond Battle and pull out the 'Locust Card' mixed into their deck. Or else take down me, the one controlling them!"

"So the biggest problem just got solved. That's a real relief. I was worried about the kids getting hurt."

"Worrying about kids while doing something like this…."

I ignored her and threw out the third question.

"What's the real objective of this operation?"

"To seize the card Taeyang holds. The Little Dragon Princess—"

The moment those words left her mouth, I raised my palm.

Right after, her already wide-open crotch started trembling violently, and her urethra began to flutter open again.

"W-Wait, stop iiiit! I told you! I told you the operation! So whyyyyy~~♡♡"

Pshht! Pshht!

Pshoooooosh—!!!

"Uhoooh~♡ Ohok, I'm spinning again!? But it feels good! My pussy's out, I'm hanging from the ceiling spinning, and I'm spraying love juice everywhere with my pussy!! Am I seriously happy about thiiis~!? Nghiiiih~♡ I hate spinning climaxes! I hate pervert climaxeesss!!! Ihiiiih~♡ Iiiiiih~♡"

Even I found the spectacle shameful enough that her face went bright red—but whether that made her even happier, she reached the next climax without me even ordering it. A dangerously warped sexual preference was being carved into her in all kinds of ways.

"I'll ask again. What's the real objective of this operation?"

"H-How, how did you figure it ouuut~! Uoooooh~♡"

"Are you stupid. An organization that had been sneaking around in the shadows suddenly pulls something like this. And the excuse is just kidnapping a few elementary schoolers or stealing cards. Looking at Locust's pattern of behavior across the regions so far… in my case it's only rumors, but even accounting for that, this is way too much. In other words, this whole mess is a smokescreen and there's a real objective separate from it—even a regular guy like me can tell."

"A regular person wouldn't know something like thaaaaat——!!!!"

Is that so?

Maybe…?

My personal theory was that when a hidden evil organization suddenly shows its face to the public, there's always an ulterior motive. In other words, to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me this situation was so cliché I couldn't help but think that way.

"But did I ask you to answer, or did I ask you to pick a fight?"

"Hik!"

Another fountain sprayed from her pussy.

"Aaaaah~!? Aaaaaaaah!!! Hugyaaaaah~♡ Ah ah ah~♡"

Every time I gave the signal, the stacked squirting climaxes were forced, and she went wild swinging on her pussy-boosted dangling swing.

"How does it feel~?"

"Ukh! My pussy hurrrts~! I want to scratch it, touch it, press it down with my palm and cover it but I caaan't! Hnnngh!! And every time the wind hits my bare pussy! It keeps stimulating me right up to the edge!!"

Must be because I put the Exhibitionist tag in—the funny point was that she was genuinely happy and furious at the same time. Breaking the opponent's sexual walls mid-battle… no matter how you looked at it, this was a weird deck.

"Hey. I'm smirking right now, so do I look like a retard to you?"

"N-No."

"No?"

"—No, sir!!"

Baek Seol-ah finally answered in formal speech. I waited for the answer with a bored look, and she finally steeled herself and stated the real objective.

"Hnnngh! The Great Leader gave the orders personally!!"

What kind of title is that?

Even for a kids' cartoon boss, that was a title that basically screamed "I am the villain" right to your face.

"Infiltrate Han Yumi's shop and steal the Princess! That was the first directive! And he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ordered me to defeat you even if it meant using me… that was the second directive!!"

"He specifically ordered you to take me down?"

No, why?

I was an ordinary civilian. Maybe my actions didn't look that way at all, but I had no memory of strutting around enough to get marked by anyone.

"Maybe it's just my feeling, but it was like he personally hates you… the moment I reported that you were at Han Yumi's shop, he was blatantly furious…."

"…Huh."

At those words, I boldly decided my suspicion had become reality. Still, hoping against hope that it wasn't true, I asked.

"Do you know what your Great Leader looks like?"

"He's in his thirties like you, with long red hair… but he always wears a mask, so I don't know the details…."

"Ah, is that so~."

……….

……….

…Is he really Ms. Yumi's husband?

Hair color alone wasn't enough for certainty, but considering he'd specifically targeted me, nothing else came to mind.

Don't tell me he pulled this whole stunt just to drive me out?

The bastard impregnated his own wife when she was a high schooler and then vanished ages ago. And now that guy was throwing a tantrum because another man had entered his territory?

Was he afraid someone else might lay a hand on his wife?

"Man. Unbelievable, for real. Talk about living up to being the king of evil, huh? Nose so long just like someone I know! Hahaha! If my guess is right, I should film a video with Ms. Yumi real soon and send it to him~!?"

"…A video?"

"Hhahah…! Hhah! Ha, haah……."

……Even so, he was the father, so Taeyang must have been missing him in his own way, right?

Ms. Yumi too… she'd had that look like she missed him, since he was her husband….

Really. The night wind was this cold, and yet my insides were burning with rage.