Fucking the S-Rank #1 Insensate Hero at the Handshake Event (1)

Whoever it was, they'd picked the wrong guy to mess with. I muttered under my breath and turned around.

Wah-wah-wah.

"Oh my god, it's the Hollow Magician!!!"

"Hollow!? Where?!"

The crowd was getting rowdy right on cue. At the center of the commotion stood a woman staring straight at me, her gaze unflinching.

My eyes automatically flicked to her status window.

"S-Rank #1? Damn, she's a big shot."

Well, yeah, I'd been causing a pretty flashy ruckus. Heroes, villains—I'd smashed anyone in my path, and I'd straight-up ruined Mumemei's life. No wonder the top S-Rank hero was deploying to take me down.

'But here's the thing—I turned a level 1900 fox goddess into a living toilet.'

"You here to throw down too?"

I asked Hollow Magician—shortened, it sounded pretty intimidating—the hero who made grown villains piss themselves.

Her response wasn't what I expected.

"N-no, it's not like that!"

"Huh? You call me out like you're picking a fight—'stop right there' vibes—and now it's 'not like that'?"

"It's just... heh heh... occupational habit, you know? Sorry if I pissed you off."

"Ah."

She didn't seem hostile at all. What a shame.

"Then why'd you call me over?"

My voice turned flat in an instant. But Hollow didn't care.

"Why don't you become a hero?"

"A hero?"

"You just relocated Magia Ranco and the others—no killing. Even with Mumemei... yeah, you wrecked her, but you let her live. With your power, killing would've been easy."

She went on to say I had the makings of a hero. Join our side. It sounded sincere at first glance... but what was she really thinking?

'If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you're just talking big 'cause you can't beat me, you're done for.'

I flipped on mind-reading right away and peeked into her head. The results were boring as hell.

She knew I'd sent Mumemei's life to rock bottom, but she still meant it. Okay, Hollow. You survive.

"Sorry, but hero gig sounds boring as shit."

"...Then you wanna be a villain?"

"Nah, I'm a villain-hunting villain~."

I waved dismissively and turned to leave.

"See ya! Invisibility!"

"Wait!! At least give me your contact—huh?"

I activated invisibility and slipped right past her, heading for my next target...

'Like hell I'm going anywhere. This bitch is hot as fuck.'

How do you pass up a skin-tight-suited bombshell hero waifu? Alright, Hollow. You're next.

For starters, I tailed her invisibly. Time for recon to fuck her good. Fast-forwarding time here and there kept it quick.

"Hmm."

'More idol than hero.'

Maybe it was the symbolism of being S-Rank #1, but Hollow was busy. Most of her time went to merch production. Right now, she was autographing at superhuman speed.

"Hollow, why not take a break?"

"This money helps villain victims—even a little more. Keep letting me go!"

"You too..."

Just from her chat with the Hero Association rep, you could tell what kind of hero she was. Ranco too—heroes are all such good girls.

'Of course, I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠still gonna fuck her.'

Since she's such a good hero, I gotta give her the pounding she deserves.

I stood by her side, arms crossed, pondering as she scribbled. My conclusion?

'Yeah, let's do what I couldn't with Kanon!!'

Kanon, the national idol I'd forced into a live cock-nipple reveal thanks to me. My original plan was idol fuckery galore.

But Hollow? Her popularity was idol-tier. Strong, gorgeous, sweet personality—fans were forming clubs. If she held a fan meet, crowds would swarm. Imagine doing that stuff there...?

'Drooling already.'

"Okay, perfect."

Decision made, I reached for the console. Super-speed typing, and boom—event created.

"Oh right, time to prep for the signing event!!"

Hollow's eyes went wide at the same moment. Only then did I rewind time.

ZZZT— Static burst, and the scene flipped.

Wah-wah-wah.

"Form a single line, please~!!"

"Venue's tight inside..."

"Hmm."

Yep, packed house. Not Kanon-level, but filled a small hall. Basically an idol.

'There she is...'

And today's star, Hollow, beaming at the end of the massive line.

"Thank you all for coming~!"

She was the full package—grabbing fans' hands so eagerly they got flustered.

'While some idol bitch spreads bear soup, this one's...'

Unlike some toxic idol, it brought tears to my eyes. Well, from below, not above.

"...She's so fucking hot."

I muttered, pushing forward. Invisibility off, villain mode deactivated—no one recognized me.

"Hey, the line starts back there."

"Tch."

Security ruined the mood for a sec, but...

"I'm staff."

"Oh, staff? Sorry!"

One skill click, sorted. Like wearing a hi-vis vest, I roamed free.

But I wasn't going anywhere.

"Hold up~."

"Ah, sure."

I cut straight to the front of the line. Hollow's eyes turned to me, smiling innocently—no clue I was the breeding uncle.

"Something wrong, staff?"

"Nah, you've been shaking hands forever. Lemme massage 'em."

"Psh~ I'm a hero, it's fine!"

"No, I gotta. It's my job."

"Can't argue with duty! Hurry up then!"

She offered her hand...

'You think I'm here for a normal handshake?'

"Not the hand—show me the tits."

Casual as hell, telling her to flash. Slappable offense, but she didn't bat an eye.

"T-its? Oh, boobs? That shouldn't matter, right?"

"Too many handshakes tire the chest muscles."

"I'm a hero~ fine by me."

"Still, it's my job to care for you. Cooperate, please."

"Sure~."

And zzzip—!! She yanked down her suit without hesitation. Zipper at the chest parted, revealing bare flesh. No bra.

"No bra?"

"Lines show through... embarrassing."

"Hm."

She's shy about that, but fully exposing her tits? Common sense rewrite in action.

'This gap is what makes her so fuckable...'

My dick throbbed hard. Breath quickened—excitement, but she read it as nerves.

"Here goes!"

Slap—!! She grabbed my wrist and pulled it to her tit. Squishy heaven.

"Doesn't bother me at all—don't worry!"

"......Ooooh!!!"

This bitch's tits were art. Suit's heat made her skin sticky-moist, clinging to my hand. Dubai chewy tits—sell that, it'd blow up.

"Lemme trim the nipples too~."

"Eek!? N-not necessary there, right?"

"Job duty."

"O-oh, duty... sorry, wasting your time. I'll stay still—do what you need."

"Got it."

Permission granted, full grope mode. Pinch and twist nipples. Yank 'em to rocket-shape her tits. Squeeze hard till fingers sank in.

My expert hands had crested countless NPCs—what about her?

"Taking a while... sorry, hero body must be tough for a normal massage."

"......"

No moans? Even undeveloped nips shouldn't be this numb.

What the—

Ah, insensate. Half her life's wasted.

'Can't have that.'

"I'll make it all better."

I pulled away from her tits, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠smacking my lips. Time to teach the pure S-Rank #1 hero her first real orgasm—with fan help.

"Right, from now on, shake hands by having them grab your tits instead."

"...Pardon?"

"Duty."

"Ah, got it!"

I stepped aside; next woman sat right down.

"Um... LoveHollow-san, thanks for the support!"

"No, thank you for always protecting Tokyo!!"

Cheery greetings...

Sloosh-sloosh.

'Oh yeah, shaking like a real handshake.'

Her hand gripped Hollow's tit, jiggling it up-down like slime. Hollow didn't care—my order was 'obvious duty' to her.

So fucking hot.

"Mind if I sit?"

"Sure, anything you need~."

I plopped beside her and dropped trou. No one batted an eye.

"You call fans by nicknames, huh?"

"Yep! They write it on tickets—I read 'em out!"

"Ho ho."

Something fun hit me, so console time.

"Hey, Hollow."

"Yes? What?"

"When calling nicknames, drop ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the -san—just the nick."