Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: The Hero Prevented Humanity's Extinction
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“Are you really okay?”
Nafre gazed at Lee Ha-seon with eyes full of worry.
“I’m fine, ngh, aaah... .”
Her words were laced with nasal moans in between. Lust was dominating her.
“No matter how I look at it, you don’t seem in any condition to fight.”
There was a low chance of it happening, but the moment Lee Ha-seon lost, Earth was done for. They had to protect her, even if it meant some sacrifices.
“I’m, hng, not normal. But I’m okay. Okaaaay... .”
Lee Ha-seon bit her lip hard.
“I know how to, ngh, control my emotions... .”
She was human too. She felt sadness, anger, boredom, emptiness—the negative emotions anyone would have.
And she knew well how to turn them into the driving force that moved her.
Just this much, ngh, that’s all. Once this is over, I’ll run to Master and get fucked like a dog... .
She created fear for herself.
The fear that Master might despise her for abandoning her duty to come get impaled on his cock.
The anxiety that people would die the moment the apocalyptic monster broke free—and that her Master might be among the dead.
“So, ngh, I’m fine. I can do this.”
“Alright. I trust you. I’ll guide you, so fly to the gate. It’s in the Pacific.”
“Yesss... .”
She endured. She devoted herself for humanity. She fought and won. She became the symbol of victory.
Lee Ha-seon was a hero. At least for now.
A gate spread open over the Pacific. It pulsed with a red glow, as if ready to vomit out the monster inside at any moment.
“Going in, haa, right now... .”
“Got it. Give it your all.”
The brief exchange ended. Lee Ha-seon entered the gate.
Inside waited a grotesque that looked like a massive dinosaur, staring at the intruder.
“It’s huge. Definitely.”
She had encountered countless grotesques and monsters, heroes and villains.
Some monsters were enormous by nature, and some heroes could grow bigger than buildings with gigantification powers.
But none were as big as the monster before her eyes now.
The size of a large island.
Even the hairs of its eyebrows—which weren’t its eyes—were far larger than her.
“Definitely, whew, a dangerous one!”
The instant a beast like this hit Earth, the planet was doomed, win or lose. The shockwaves from killing it would wipe everything out.
Nafre had Plan B ready: every nuke in the world. Submarines and missile launchers waited for orders.
Even if they used them all, it was questionable if they could kill the monster—and even if they did, changes in sea level and earthquake shocks would put Earth on the brink of destruction.
Monsters that size were relatively weak compared to their bulk. Like how ants can lift many times their weight, colossal lifeforms struggled just to maintain their size.
But this one was different. A monster on the level where it could fight all of humanity and win, size for size.
Mind control wouldn’t faze its massive brain, and elemental magic wouldn’t do more than static damage.
Even pre-powered-up Lee Ha-seon would’ve been the same.
In the end, she couldn’t beat it with raw power, so she’d have to dodge cleverly and wait for openings. No choice.
But with her power back then, she couldn’t have defeated it. She’d have exhausted herself, made a mistake, and lost.
But now was different.
“Rooooaaarrrr!!!”
“Ngh, come on, attack me! Come at meeee!!!”
Lee Ha-seon, feral from excessive abstinence, charged at the apocalyptic grotesque.
“Grooooaaaaarrrr!!!”
The grotesque’s roar was like the world itself screaming. An ordinary person’s eardrums would burst or they’d collapse in terror just from hearing it.
But Lee Ha-seon didn’t break.
She knew better. She knew she was stronger.
“Come oooon!!!”
Pure fighting spirit. Immense power.
She thrust her fist upward.
The grotesque’s foot—far too massive and powerful to crush a human—came crashing down toward her.
“Haaaaaaa!!!”
Fist.
Primal violence. The embodiment of the effort and talent she believed in.
The precious miracle she’d barely obtained by endlessly selling off what was dear to her as a woman.
Against a colossal monster that seemed impossible for any human to defeat, her fist extended.
A massive shockwave erupted.
The contract was done. I was living a peaceful daily life.
Everything was perfect. A stunning beauty in a neat suit handled the chores like dishes, laundry, and cleaning. The new computer was so powerful I wondered, “Can I really use this for games?”
But I couldn’t focus on games, reading, or movies.
I want to fuck.
It wasn’t like my libido had abnormally spiked.
But I’d recently turned Lee Ha-seon into my sex slave. The strongest hero—beautiful, noble, and great, admired by all.
If she refused outright, I wouldn’t force her. But Nafre had encouraged me to fuck her, and she didn’t seem to hate it either.
Time passed like that.
Three days. Not long, but frustrating for me, who’d wondered every day, “Can I fuck Lee Ha-seon today?”
And the time came.
“Lee Ha-seon seems to be struggling with her lust. When she returns after defeating the ‘Apocalyptic Grotesque,’ could you violate her?”
“Of course I will!”
Hearing Nafre’s words, I grinned lewdly as I waited for Lee Ha-seon.
And she arrived.
“C-Can I come in?”
“Yes! Of course!”
I bolted to open my door.
Whoa... .
Lewd. Indescribably erotic expression and pose.
The sweat beading on her firm thighs was tempting enough to lick right then.
I wanted to slip a finger into her exposed armpit.
I wanted to press my lips to her trembling ones.
No, I wasn’t this bad before... .
I thought I was rational, able to control my lust. Wrong.
As long as vulnerable Lee Ha-seon was before me, I was no better than a lust-crazed monkey.
“Come on in. They said it was a scary monster—didn’t get hurt, right?”
“N-Ngh... . No injuries. Th-Thank youuu.”
Tempting.
Her voice alone could make me hard. I never knew a woman desperate for sex could sound this sweet.
“Glad to hear it. Nafre told me. You’ve been struggling with lust, huh.”
“Y-Yeah... .”
“Want me to hold you right now?”
But at that moment, she said something different from what I expected.
“N-No need for thaaat... .”
A slight spark of anger flared.
What? She looks like she can’t handle her lust. Does she hate doing it with me?
I sometimes thought, “I’m decent enough, right?” But this was Lee Ha-seon.
She might’ve had multiple lovers. Or gotten date offers from popular idols, famous actors, or handsome heroes.
Someone like that might not be satisfied with me. Maybe even “Physiologically impossible!”
“Really?”
I did something I’d never do normally.
“Eeeek!!!”
Nothing major. I just grabbed her ass firmly.
“Wearing such slutty clothes... .”
High-leg cut exposing her thighs.
I knew she wasn’t wearing it to be lewd—it maximized her sensitive senses.
But objective facts didn’t matter now.
“Don’t you want to get fucked right now? Then why’re you here?”
“I-I’d love if you pounded me. Then... .”
“Tell me the truth. Why say that?”
“I didn’t want you seeing me as too cheap... .”
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Cute.”
So she was going mad from lust, yet still playing hard to get to look pretty to me.
“Follow me.”
I dragged her by the arm to the bed.
With Lee Ha-seon’s strength, she could’ve shaken me off easily, but she followed limply.
“Ngh!”
I looked at Lee Ha-seon lying defenseless on the bed.
Beautiful... .
The most stunning sight I’d ever seen. After this, normal porn or hentai wouldn’t get me hard anymore.
She was embarrassed. Lee Ha-seon.
People remembered her smiling. She was always the happy, energetic hero.
Villains probably recalled her anger or resolute face.
Few had seen her embarrassed. She never did anything shameful.
No one had seen her genuinely dreading and writhing in shame from what was coming—not awkward fake laughs to escape, but real humiliation.
This view was mine alone.
Shall we start?
I gripped her thigh firmly without hesitation.
“Eeeek!”
Sensitivity off the charts. Felt like she’d go into heat from a light touch.
“Hnn... .”
From here, instinct should guide me.
“Hik? Ngh, haaaah!”
I teased her breasts gently. Just a light press over her costume, but she moaned nonstop.
Then more boldly... .
I pressed a finger into her inner thigh.
“Ohoooo!!!”
“What’s this, already like that? Make some prettier moans.”
I placed fingers on her firm abs, pressing into the gaps here and there.
“Ngh, haa, aaaah... .”
High-pitched, delicate moans that anyone would call beautiful.
The pressure was stronger than before, yet her moans held refined beauty.
Wasted. Was that acting?
I thought no one moans like that from a mere graze, so it must’ve been acting to boost my conquest.
But I didn’t mind. It meant the woman permitting her pussy to me was devoting herself for my sake.
Then I’ll put in effort too.
I had no experience. I could whip out my dick and thrust in now, but I wanted something safer. For her.
“Haaaah, ngh, hiii, nng... .”
I’d heard spending time on foreplay wasn’t a waste. Better to tease until she begged for my cock.
True or not, it was the safe choice for me now.
Let’s begin... .
Before sex, I’d play with her body plenty first.