Rescue
I kept my eyes closed, lying still.
It felt like just moments ago, I'd been cradled in Hayeon's arms, rolling around on the damp sewer floor.
The hot, sweet sensation on my lips was still vivid.
Reliving it, I even thought I never wanted to open my eyes again.
"...Haa, mm."
But nothing would change like this.
Forcing my eyes open despite myself, I saw not the concrete ceiling of the sewer.
A familiar, faded wallpaper.
And the faint scent of detergent tickling my nose.
This was the police uncle's—Choi Cheolho's—house.
"Was it a dream...?"
I touched my lips with trembling fingers.
The sensation of tangling tongues with Hayeon, our bodies pressed together, felt so real.
But that was... probably just the aftermath of the tentacles.
Whether hallucination or dream, I'd just arbitrarily superimposed Hayeon onto it.
I let out a sigh of relief and lay back down.
If it had been real, I might never have been able to face Hayeon properly again.
As my pounding heart calmed, my last memory faintly surfaced.
Right before losing my mind completely under the pit, violated by tentacles.
I'd desperately grabbed my smartphone and called someone.
I hadn't been in my right mind, so I didn't even know who I'd reached, but it was the police uncle.
I must have wildly tapped the top of my contacts list.
'Police Uncle' came before 'Baek Hayeon' in alphabetical order—thank God for that. It let me get rescued by sheer luck.
He must have arrived at the dungeon way faster than Hayeon.
He saved me before I was completely broken.
If I'd really been ravaged by those tentacles for hours, I might have dragged the uncle into danger too, just like in the dream. The thought sent chills down my spine.
'Wait, what about the Virgin Protection Talisman?'
Remembering I'd lost consciousness while being violated made a horrifying possibility bloom in my mind.
I searched my body, but the talisman was gone. I'd already changed out of the Libido Suit into casual clothes anyway.
No way... did I really lose my virginity...?
I'd been a guy originally, so I wasn't obsessed with my own virginity, but thinking I'd lost it felt weird.
Well, it wasn't like I was aiming for some virgin clear. I'd just have to shake it off.
As I mulled over these things, a strange foreign sensation lingered in my mouth.
Fishy yet oddly sweet—a hard-to-describe protein taste.
Probably from getting covered in roper and slime mucus in the sewer.
Or maybe something more.
"Ugh, gross."
I instinctively stuck out my tongue.
Trying to spit out the filth, but of course, nothing was left in my mouth.
All that remained was the aftertaste of the semen that had gone in.
But...
Why is it so sweet? It's disgusting how good it feels...
I was startled by my own reaction to the undeniably addictive flavor.
A thick, nutty savoriness hidden in the fishy aroma.
Every time it stimulated my tongue, a pressing pleasure spread through my lower belly.
My sense of taste had changed. In a very bad way.
I hadn't checked my status window, but I could easily guess what bad status I'd gotten.
...I'll think about it later.
I grabbed the nearby water glass and rinsed my mouth.
Click.
That's when the door opened, and the police uncle entered the room.
He was in his neat police uniform, but he looked unmistakably fatigued.
"You're awake?"
"Ah... yeah. Sorry for troubling you again. Thank you so much."
He sat on the chair by the bed and stared at me intently.
His usual kindly expression, but his eyes were sharply honed.
I could sense he had no intention of brushing this off lightly.
"Eunha. It's time you told me the truth."
"Pardon?"
"That sewer. What you went through there. And everything happening in this city. What happened to you wasn't just some accident. That place... it was like an experimental lab. You've known that for a while now."
His voice was low and firm.
He was a cop. One of who-knows-how-many in this city not under hypnosis.
It was natural for him to think something was off about all this.
I bit my lip, lost in thought.
How much should I tell him?
He wasn't hypnotized, but that didn't mean he was completely free of its influence.
If he'd fully resisted hypnosis, he couldn't have lived normally in this insane world.
He'd have noticed the suspiciousness long ago and fled, or gotten caught and "corrected" on the spot.
In the end, I chose truth mixed with lies.
"You saw it yourself, Uncle. The lab and monsters under the sewer."
"Yeah. I never imagined something that horrific right under the city."
"There's a villain group behind it. They're using Seongwon Academy as a base to take over the city. They've already seized a good chunk, and I found out about their plot by chance. I'm trying to stop them."
He frowned at my explanation.
"Why not go to the police? This isn't something one person can handle."
"You know it too, Uncle. The police force is already in their grasp. You're feeling it the most, aren't you?"
His eyes wavered.
He must have noticed the eerie shift in the station's atmosphere. It had happened abruptly, though he couldn't pinpoint when.
To put it simply, the city had become absurdly lenient toward men's sex crimes.
Almost to the point where the sex crime rate was near zero.
"That's why I ran from you at first. I figured you'd grab me and force 'correction' on me."
He couldn't refute the bitter truth I spat out.
The sensation of vague suspicions being shoved naked in his face.
...I'd been under hypnosis myself and barely escaped, so I knew it well.
"So you're going to fight alone?"
"No choice. If I stop, this city is done for."
"No. Too dangerous. After seeing you yesterday? Caught by those monsters... you know what they did to you!"
He shouted suddenly.
But his eyes held more worry than anger. Even after the brutal reality was laid bare, he was still concerned for me as a person.
Despite witnessing the horrors underground, the monsters swarming beneath the city.
"That's exactly why I can't stop here. I'll uproot those bastards so it never happens again."
It wasn't just for clearing the game anymore.
From the moment I met Hayeon and got to know the police uncle, my head was filled with turning this world back to normal.
Silence filled the room.
After a long standoff, he broke first.
He sighed deeply, shoulders slumping.
"...You're so stubborn. Even if I try to stop you, you'll just go off and do something reckless alone anyway."
"Sorry."
"No need to apologize. If anything, I should be ashamed. A cop like me couldn't protect one student, forcing her into this danger."
He looked me straight in the eye, as if he'd made a decision.
"I'll help you. Not sure how much good it'll do, but I'll gather info and provide backup as a cop."
"Really? Thank you, Uncle!"
I beamed and grabbed both his hands tightly.
Having an ally outside the original characters felt reassuring.
A cop, no less! At least now I had an info broker for weird signs in the neighborhood.
In my joy, I blurted out without thinking.
"As thanks for helping, I'll do anything you want! Whatever you say!"
"...!"
His body visibly flinched.
His gaze lingered on my disheveled pajama shirt, between the white collarbone and cleavage.
A strange tension suddenly filled the room.
Before, I'd have dismissed it as my imagination, but now I could feel it.
The look in his eyes right now... resembled the molester's from a few days ago.
But the uncle was different.
He shook his head hard and looked away from my body.
"...I've already gotten my thanks. And don't say things like that lightly."
"Haha... got carried away in the moment. Anyway, thank you!"
He hurried out of the room.
I tilted my head, puzzled by his mention of 'already gotten thanks.'
What thanks? Did I do something?
The only thing that came to mind was telling him the city's truth.
But that hardly counted as thanks.
Well, the police uncle was so kind, he probably saw even that as a big reward.
I etched my careless words into my heart.
Because I was sure even if I offered anything, he'd never ask for something weird.
Choi Cheolho stepped into the living room and gulped down cold water.
His heartbeat showed no sign of calming.
Eunha's words from moments ago—'I'll do anything'—echoed in his brain thousands of times, tormenting him.
Yesterday, when he'd rescued the unconscious Eunha from the sewer.
Her state had been utterly wretched.
And obscenely lewd at the same time.
Her battle-unfitting slutty suit torn to shreds, her body smeared with monster mucus and semen.
Above all, the confident awakener girl defeated by pleasure, shedding tears as she panted—it had shaken his resolve to the roots.
I have to endure. Choi Cheolho. You're a cop...
He tried to console himself, but his wife, Kim Seonyeong, wouldn't let him.
"Honey, still agonizing over nothing?"
His wife, clad only in a precarious slip, hugged him from behind.
Her hand naturally stroked between his legs, over the bulging pants threatening to burst.
"Look at that girl. She's already broken. Leaving her like that just means some other guy will take her. Better you tame her first—it's the way to protect her."
"Seonyeong, please..."
"Oh my, it's so hot here right now. I guess I wasn't enough? A little jealous, but... it's fine. She has that much value... Mark her before the others do."
Her whisper was sweet like a serpent's tongue.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his grotesquely erect member.
"If you don't want to mount her directly... why not release it here first? Otherwise, you might end up pouncing on the sleeping girl. Come on, you can't even do this much, right?"
Choi Cheolho finally let go of reason's thread and closed his eyes.
As if possessed, he stepped back into the room where Eunha slept.
The silver-haired beauty lay defenseless, her face serene in slumber.
Just hours ago, that pure face had been flushed with pleasure, crying out in ecstasy.
Receiving his wife's touch, he began roughly thrusting his hips.
"Haa, haa... Seo Eunha...!"
The shell of justice peeled away, leaving only primal male instinct.
Choi Cheolho thrust his massive member toward the soundly sleeping Eunha's face.
Spurt, spurt!
Hot, sticky fluid blanketed her face in white.
Some clung to her eyelashes, leaving an obscene mark.
Some seeped between her slightly parted lips.
Even in sleep, she instinctively licked her lips at the hot stimulation.
"Mm, mmph..."
At that lewd sight, Choi Cheolho shuddered once more.
Guilt mingled with the conquest of defiling the girl's innocent face, trembling his whole body.
His wife leaned on his shoulder, admiring the scene with satisfaction.
"See, honey? Why hold back something this good? She's giving off such a thick male scent... Oh, even asleep, she's savoring it. Maybe she was waiting for you."
Without a word, Choi Cheolho wiped the semen from her face with his fingers and pushed it deep into her mouth.
And he tore up the Virgin Protection Talisman he'd brought back with her.
There was no special purpose to the act.
He wouldn't violate her, and she could just buy another talisman later.
He was simply venting the pent-up frustration.
An outburst of black, tar-like sticky desire building without his own awareness.