Chapter 373
Chapter 373
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 373
Chapter Title: Fighting Dog
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“Red underwear... Surprisingly bold, huh?”
The red bra was a bit small for her breast size. As a result, her breast flesh was spilling out the sides, which looked incredibly lewd.
Crack!
I aimed the pistol at Ayako's temple.
“Eek...!”
Ayako gasped. She was trembling in my arms without resisting because she'd seen me massacre everyone here. A mad killer who could slaughter dozens without batting an eye. It would be weirder if she wasn't scared.
But I wasn't pointing the gun at her to threaten her. The threat was for someone else.
“You're watching, right, police? Here's a warning. If special forces enter this studio, or if this broadcast cuts out right now, I'll detonate the bombs I've planted all over the city at once. Think I'm lying? Does it seem like I'd lie after coming this far? If you think it's a bluff, come and see. If you want to watch tens of... no, hundreds of thousands die, that is.”
It was a lie.
I hadn't planted any bombs. There hadn't been time. But Japan's police and higher-ups wouldn't ignore my words. I'd already massacred hundreds of yakuza and killed people on live TV. They'd assume I was likely to have planted bombs.
“My demands: 300 billion yen in cash! And bring five executives from the Thousand Names Society to the front of this broadcasting station!”
If Japan took negotiations seriously, I'd have at least a few hours of safety.
'Even if they go hardline, it'll buy me 30 minutes.'
Above all, I had Ayako—the beautiful announcer whose popularity was skyrocketing in Japan lately.
“Come on. You say something too.”
I pressed the gun barrel firmly against her temple to urge her response.
Tears streamed down Ayako's cheeks. The pitiful sight would stir sadness and rage in Japanese viewers at home. They'd record the footage too.
I lowered the gun barrel. Then I began to truly violate Ayako.
First, I stuck out my tongue and licked her nape once. Ayako shuddered. I could see goosebumps rising on her skin.
I chuckled and activated Heightened Sensitivity. No time to take it slow—I'd enjoy her at full throttle.
Heightened Sensitivity
Vitality continuously consumed.
I ripped off the bra. Plump. Her breasts jiggled as they spilled free.
“Ooh. Nice tits? Perfect shape, big, and pink too.”
“Please... stop... I beg you...”
“Too late for that. Might as well enjoy it. This is live AV broadcast watched by Japan... no, maybe the whole world.”
“Aaah!”
I grabbed her breast roughly, like I was trying to crush it. Flesh bulged between my fingers, and her stiff, erect pink nipple dangled like bait tempting a fish.
“Ow! It, it hurts...!”
I slid my other hand downward. Peeling off the tight suit skirt revealed sexy red panties. I stroked her secret area over the panties with my palm.
“Ah... aaah...”
Her face pale, she couldn't do a thing.
I pulled down her red panties.
“Oh. No hair.”
I'd figured she'd groom it. As an entertainer selling her looks, pubic hair maintenance wasn't unusual. But a bald pussy? Unexpected.
“Look at this. This is a Japanese announcer's pussy.”
I turned toward the camera and spread her pussy with my fingers. A pretty pink one, shape and color perfect. Labia minora, clitoris, urethra, vaginal opening... No hair made it all the more visible.
“Sob... sob...”
Ayako began sobbing audibly. But she couldn't change the situation. Instead, I felt a thrill as I fingered her pussy.
The effects of Heightened Sensitivity and my technique were tremendous. In under a minute, clear fluid emerged from her pussy hole.
“Sob... sob... hnnngh...”
Ayako's sorrowful sobs soon turned to moans of pleasure.
“Looks like she's ready.”
I dropped my pants and pulled out my dick. Beyond Eastern standards—massive in size, girth, and rock-hard rigidity.
I positioned behind her to insert it where the broadcast would catch it best. But the moment I adjusted for entry, she bolted for the studio exit. Track team material? Her form and speed were impressive.
'She hadn't given up? Tougher than she looks.'
But escape was impossible. I caught her in seconds, dragged her back to the camera.
“Aaaah! P-please, spare me!”
“You still have value as a hostage. Won't kill you. And we've gotta finish what we started.”
I gripped her waist firmly and shoved my dick into her pussy.
“......!!”
Her pussy stretched to its limit. Tight as hell. But no blood. No hymen snag on insertion.
“Not a virgin? Kinda disappointing.”
“Aaaaah! Too big...!”
“Quit whining. It's all in. Be honest. Feels good, right? No way it'd get this wet otherwise.”
Squelch squelch!
I fucked her facing the camera. In three minutes, she'd be screaming in ecstasy.
-Aaah! Ah! Ang! Haaang! Feels so good!
“......”
High school sophomore and hikikomori Yusuke stared at the TV, jerking his dick furiously with his left hand until his body shuddered.
“Hoo...”
On TV, beautiful announcer Ayako was being raped live by the terrorist.
At first, he'd been shocked and furious. Ayako was his favorite celebrity. The only reason he watched boring news daily was her. He'd even had a wet dream about fucking her once.
But as time passed and he witnessed her slutty display, his face twisted. More betrayal toward Ayako than anger at the terrorist.
“Ayako... Bald pussy and not even a virgin.”
-Ooooh! Cumming, cummiiing!
Ayako on screen squirted with an expression rivaling AV actresses. The terrified, reluctant Ayako from before was gone.
“What victim makes a face like that? Damn bitch...”
Raped, yet she loved it. No drugs used. Just a few tastes of dick and she was drooling fluids, shaking her ass herself.
“Maybe other women too...”
Do they secretly love being raped? Ayako's ongoing ravishing on TV made it seem plausible.
Gulp.
Yusuke thought of the young housewife next door. She resembled Ayako somewhat.
She'd moved in half a year ago; he'd glimpsed her through the window. No acquaintance.
“...No reason I can't do what that guy's doing.”
He, who contemplated suicide daily, decided to rape the neighbor. She'd like it too, like Ayako.
Men across Japan shared his thoughts—not just one or two.
I raped Ayako for an hour, and the broadcast aired it all.
Satisfied, I left her alive. She might kill herself later, but not my problem.
The broadcasting station was surrounded by Japanese police and Self-Defense Forces. Helicopters overhead made escape on foot near impossible.
I casually tore a spatial movement scroll and returned to Korea. A shame, really. No reason to return to this world anyway. Didn't want to see the boring ending of capture, trial, execution.
'My face is known worldwide now, and the Sex Cult too. Haha.'
Korean citizens trembled in anxiety over me and the cult. Some weirdos praised me.
Japan was in uproar. Curses and death threats standard. Some demanded Korea pay reparations. The prime minister vowed in a speech to catch me and deliver justice. Not just police—SDF combed Tokyo for me.
“They don't even know I'm in Korea.”
No lingering attachment to this world.
I returned to reality.
I checked the ending.
Nothing special.
Ruled Korea's underworld as a drug lord, died at 101. Life of a black dictator in the Republic of Korea.
300 points from the successful quest.
Where to spend them? So many options: stats, traits, skills, Yuria, Random Gacha...
'Raised stats a lot last time. And they all went up by 1 this time...'
Stats later.
Next, Yuria. Could shorten summon cooldown or extend duration. Wanted to summon her in reality, but point efficiency sucked.
Random Gacha too gamble-y. Not worth 300 points.
'Traits or skills it is.'
Not enough for Mental Resistance.
I spent 200 points to upgrade Lightning Lv.2.
Crackle.
Blue lightning writhed in my palm. Output and control improved—I felt it immediately.
100 points left.
Could max Shooting trait to Lv.3. But my eyes went to skills, not traits.
Hack electronic devices. More complex devices reduce hack duration. Target must be within 70m. Can hack multiple devices (duration greatly reduced).
Cooldown: 3 hours
'No skill cheats modern/future worlds like Hacking. Even in reality, great for info gathering. No loss upgrading.'
Hacking the station to broadcast the sex worldwide? Perfect.
Hack electronic devices. More complex devices reduce hack duration. Target must be within 200m. Can hack multiple devices (duration greatly reduced).
Cooldown: 3 hours
Lv.8 and 9: 25 points each. Lv.10: 50 points. All 100 gone.
'Lv.10 isn't master? Can grow more.'
7 points left.
No hesitation—into Random Gacha.
Blanket, straw, cat hair... junk.
'...Why cat hair?'
Absurd, but used the last point. No expectations. Luck sucked today.
“Huh?!”
A sound escaped. Last pull hit a special item, against expectations.
My eyes lit up.
Shrinks size. Nice. But 70% weight reduction? Better for me.
Inventory only holds what I can carry. Now, cars or light helicopters I couldn't before. Fighter jets probably still too heavy at 30%.
'Wasted on a plain car... Maybe snag a badass one in an SF world later.'
This? Gacha jackpot.