Chapter 149: I'm Going to Make an Onahole.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 149: I'm Going to Make an Onahole.
Despite the tirade, the Chief Secretary spoke urgently, as if that wasn't the real issue.
"Sir, that's not the problem! We're fucked!!"
"What is it...?"
The Vice Chairman was taken aback by the urgency on his secretary's face.
"The great guilds announced they'd hunt down whoever was behind this, right? I've heard one of them has psychometry. Sir, you have to handle this, and fast. If you don't cut a deal, we're all going down!"
"Psycho...? What's that?"
"Psychometry! It's the ability to read an object's memory to see past events. If they use it, we'll be caught for sure, won't we?"
The great guilds were pushing the investigation like mad, seeing this incident as a golden opportunity to win public favor. Of course, this was also a convenient way to hide the fact that they were the ones who had instigated the Chinese.
It was the very definition of irony—criminals investigating their own crime—but on the surface, they appeared to be conducting a thorough and diligent investigation.
"Well, you should have handled things better in the first place! Besides, we're practically family with those guys. Don't you think they'll let it slide?"
The Chief Secretary stared at him, utterly dumbfounded.
"What if the Ohsung Guild Master uses this to take you down, sir? Wouldn't that be a disaster?"
"What?! You think my father would just stand by and watch that happen?!"
'Yes, he would!'
- he wanted to scream, but held his tongue. The Chief Secretary was already tied to the Vice Chairman's fate. If the Vice Chairman went down, so did he.
And getting fired by this bastard was just another death sentence!
"Ahem... We can't be sure, so we should prepare for the worst. In my opinion, those bastards from the Ohsung Guild were definitely involved. They're obviously leading the investigation to cover their own tracks. Since when have they ever given a damn about the people?"
"Oh! That's my Chief Secretary for you! Well then, go take care of it."
"......."
The Chief Secretary had a gut feeling he was screwed.
*
The next day.
Lee Do-hee woke up early as usual for her morning run and spear training.
She entered the space within Irene's secret manual for the first time in a while, receiving personal instruction to slowly perfect her techniques.
"How unexpected. It's rare for someone to master Combustion before Concentration. Did you have a similar spear-throwing skill...?"
Straight Heart One Spear required Reinforcement, Concentration, and Combustion to occur almost simultaneously, as naturally as flowing water.
"Concentration is simple. As the manual states, it's the act of focusing your energy on specific areas prone to injury in order to stabilize your posture and reduce the side effects of the next step, Combustion."
"Uh... could you explain in a bit more detail?"
"You said your wrist gave out and your palm burst open when you used Combustion in a real battle, right? Concentration is the process of supporting those areas. Think of it as adding an extra screw to a vulnerable part. If you need an analogy, it's a safety measure, like a computer's cooling fan, that prevents you from destroying yourself."
'How does this bitch know what a computer is?'
"Stabilizing your body also increases your power. Now, try training again while focusing your energy on the spots I touch."
She touched the parts of my body most prone to breaking or injury, like my wrists and palms, her hands molding and adjusting me.
"Hieut...! W-why are you touching there!"
"Ah, your pelvis is important, too. You can't generate power if your posture is unstable. The soles of your feet are also crucial, so lift your leg."
"Ugh..."
I could have asked if she really needed to touch me, but I couldn't stop her. By touching me, she was infusing her mana to demonstrate exactly how I should focus my own.
Following her instructions, my technique gradually took shape.
It was still clumsy, but at least I could mimic the form.
'It feels similar to my own skills, so I'm picking it up faster than I expected.'
Reinforcement was like my Strength buff, Concentration was like my Iron Body buff, and Combustion contained the essence of my spear-throwing skill.
Maybe because these were things I was already doing unconsciously, I was making rapid progress.
"Good. You have more talent for this than I thought. Try to maintain an energy ratio of 3:1:2. That should give you optimal efficiency."
"Yes!"
I wondered if she could see what I'd been through on the outside. Irene seemed a little gentler, somehow. Like a parent who'd just seen their troublemaking child have a true near-death experience.
"Do it like that and you'll break your ankle. The points of concentration change slightly with each stance, so you must practice until it becomes second nature."
She personally demonstrated the five basic thrusting stances, her hands touching and adjusting every part of my body.
And so, my exciting and rather risqué training session with Irene continued until lunchtime.
I wanted to continue, but I had somewhere to be today.
I knew how to drive, but I didn't have a license, so I hitched a ride with my manager.
I had to save every minute, even for meals. I scarfed down five hamburgers in the car on the way.
Outside the window, I could see people cleaning up the aftermath of yesterday's attack.
I glanced at the news. Apparently, countries connected to the criminals were sending messages of apology and condolence to Korea.
Despite the chaos, the public mood wasn't as bad as I'd expected.
[The Miracle of Seoul! Citizens Stop a High-Ranking Awakened from a Criminal Organization!]
[The Righteous Militias Who Appear in Times of National Crisis: A Historical Perspective]
[The World Praises Korea's Unity!! Jeremy Oswald: 'Korea is a nation that possesses the impregnable fortress of its people!']
Who's Jeremy Oswald? Only the guild master of America's number one guild, the best in the world. He's basically the top dog on the planet, but he's also a weirdo attention-seeker who loves leaving his comments everywhere.
The focus seemed to be less on the victims and more on the fact that we, with our small strength, had repelled a great foreign threat.
'Wow... they're actually spinning this into a nationalistic high.'
I also caught up on news of how other countries were responding.
[Japan's Unprecedented Apology. China Remains Silent?]
[Baek Do-hyeon Strongly Criticizes Italy and Iran for Their Silence: 'If you miss this chance to clean up your own mess, we will strike you directly.']
[World Awakener Association: 'Retaliatory attacks will be treated as justified counterattacks. However, we request that the matter be resolved in a way that does not involve civilians and unaffiliated Awakeners.']
The disaster response headquarters quickly released more findings from their investigation.
[Response HQ: 'Mastermind behind the terror plot almost caught. Only final confirmation remains.']
[Response HQ: 'Most were independent crimes without instigation. Target is identified as Korea's Awakener, Lee Do-hee.']
Perhaps because too many countries were involved to deal with directly, the strategy seemed to be to pressure those nations to clean up their own messes first.
Of course, some countries didn't listen.
China and Russia's response was basically, 'So what, you weaklings?' and Iran, surprisingly, was blaming Korea.
They were simply furious that their 'great warrior' had been killed.
In reality, he'd been killed by one of the Chinese, but a rumor had spread that a Korean had ordered the hit. So now it was all, 'Damn those evil Koreans!'
'Sigh, they really need to be taught a lesson.'
And just as I thought that, it turned out they were about to get one.
A statement was issued: if Iran didn't offer a public apology, Korea would occupy Iran's Tower in three days.
For context, Iran's Tower had already collapsed.
Once the monsters that emerged from the collapse are cleared, a new Tower will eventually rise in a different location, ready to be climbed again from the first floor.
And Korea was declaring its intention to claim that new Tower.
A so-called Tower colony.
'Hey, that's what I used to do...'
Of course, I only ever took a small percentage of the profits from those Towers as a reasonable service fee.
But others had seen my methods and copied them for far more sinister purposes—countries that would seize another nation's Tower and completely exploit it.
They'd invade under the pretext of, 'You can't handle your collapsed Tower, can you? We'll take care of it for you~,' and then proceed to seize control of not just the Tower, but the entire nation.
This was a common fate for nations bordering dictatorships that thumbed their noses at the World Awakener Association.
However, resolving international disputes this way was an accepted, if extreme, exception. The international community even encouraged Awakeners to fight over Towers rather than wage pointless wars.
One might wonder if the current situation really warranted a Tower colonization, but the great guilds had their own reasons for being so aggressive.
*
"Ugh... this is so frustrating. I'm itching to use my new powers."
They had cleared the 80th floor and received incredible rewards, making them stronger than ever.
One of the rewards of the 80th floor was the evolution or fusion of skills.
It allowed them to either evolve a primary skill into a more powerful version while keeping its level, or fuse existing skills together, combining their levels to create something entirely new.
Even Baek Do-hyeon had been surprised. He never imagined his signature blue flames would melt that monstrous creature in a single blast.
While most had chosen fusion, he had evolved his only real offensive skill, the blue flames, turning it into something with power beyond his wildest imagination.
And seeing that, the other guild masters were itching to test out their own newly fused skills. The fleeing terrorists hadn't even been a decent warm-up.
But as guild masters, they had responsibilities and couldn't just enter the Tower whenever they pleased. Just as their frustration was peaking, the perfect punching bags had appeared: monsters that would grant them public favor when killed.
There was another, bigger reason, too.
Generally speaking, Awakeners from Islamic nations were weak.
While everyone else went through hell and back to get stronger, most of the climbers from Islamic countries saw the Tower as a trial from Allah, believing they'd go to heaven if they died inside.
So, while there were many challengers, they tended to drop like flies the moment things got tough. Did surviving make them strong? No, it just meant they were lucky enough not to have died yet.
They wouldn't contract with any Constellation other than Allah, and 90% of them climbed the Tower armed with nothing but a scimitar.
Funnily enough, the guy whose arm had been blown off by my spear was hailed as a 'great warrior' in the Islamic world and even possessed one of their sacred relics.
A guy who couldn't even beat an onahole was the representative champion of a major world religion. Shockingly, that was the current state of Awakeners in the Islamic sphere.
It wasn't that no one tried to change things, but each time they did, they were purged by Islamic hardliners.
In China, contracting with an evil god that demands human sacrifice might be illegal, but in the Islamic world, not contracting with Allah was an illegal act punishable by beheading!
"Alright everyone, don't go too crazy. And you know the rules: don't get caught attacking civilians."
The guild masters were already stressed out, unable to indulge in their usual hobbies of rape and murder. Now, they finally had a place to unleash all their dark desires.
The Tower occupation was just an excuse. Their real plan was to sneak down into civilian areas and plunder to their hearts' content.
Baek Do-hyeon had sensed their discontent and had chosen a suitable target for them to blow off some steam.
"Understood. We'll be sure to commit our crimes with extra thoroughness."
"Kehehehe! Are the women there pretty?"
"Iranian women? Of course they're fucking gorgeous! Why else do you think those bastards make them wear hijabs? The moment you pull one off, you'll be rock-hard!"
The atmosphere was downright cheerful.
They were all grinning from ear to ear, excited at the prospect of testing their new skills on the post-collapse monsters and unleashing their dark desires on weak Islamic Awakeners and their women.
*
Unaware of all this, I could only wonder, 'What are these bastards plotting now?'
Meanwhile, we arrived at a research lab in Gyeonggi Province.
[Honeyholic]
I'd looked it up yesterday. It was supposedly the largest specialty onahole manufacturer in South Korea. Their main product line was full-body onaholes modeled after real Japanese AV actresses—not just their pussies, but their faces and bodies, too.
'If they can't make it here, I'll have to go abroad.'
An 80% match rate. I honestly had no idea if that was an easy or difficult target.
“Hello~”
When I arrived, two researchers greeted me. They were typical, ordinary-looking middle-aged men with potbellies. One was the lab director, and the other was a senior researcher.
"Yes! Thank you for having me!"
I followed them inside the lab.
The first thing I saw upon entering was a wall covered with photos of countless AV actresses.
"Ah, these are all the women who have... done the procedure here for products we've sold. We'll be sure to hang your picture right at the front, Ms. Lee Do-hee!"
"Oh... that?"
"The... the examination, I mean. We use a rather special method to create a highly precise mold of... that area."
This place was more professional than I'd expected. I liked how things were starting.
"Wow! That's perfect! Do you happen to watch my streams?"
"Of course we do! We watch every day!"
"I-I've even donated and subscribed!"
"Ah..."
'That's a little embarrassing...'
I headed deeper into the lab, listening to the two men's explanations.
I didn't really understand their talk about special materials, so I glanced at the chat window. Everyone there was marveling, saying it was top-of-the-line stuff.
Before entering the examination room, they had me sign a contract.
'The onahole created from my clone will be transferred to me completely, and in exchange, I get a 5% royalty on all the other regular onaholes... Not bad.'
But as I skimmed the contract, I noticed a strange clause.
"Um... 'The client will not hold the company liable for any incidents that occur during the examination'? This... you're not planning on jumping me, are you?"
I narrowed my eyes and glared at them.
"No, that's not it at all! If you read further, it explicitly states that non-consensual sexual harassment on our part is an exception! It's just that, because the examination is so... thorough, we once had an incident..."
The researcher trailed off, unable to finish.
The other man beside him sighed and picked up the story.
"She... she sued us, claiming she was raped by the examination machine. Our lab was almost shut down."
'Seriously, what the hell do you have to do to get sued for that?'
My suspicion began to grow again.
"Can you tell me what it involves? Is there a video or something?"
"If we filmed a sample of that and got sued... ahem."
"You'll be fine, Ms. Lee Do-hee. Trust me, as one of your viewers. As it happens, we have a brand-new examination machine developed just for you."
'Really?'
Right. This wasn't the Tower. Surely they wouldn't try anything funny in the real world, at a registered company no less. At worst, it would just be some dildo-like examination tool going inside my pussy.
'I am Lee Do-hee. As of yesterday, I was reborn. Shame? That means nothing to me!'
I confidently signed the contract and followed them into the examination room.
The room was filled with complex monitors and instruments whose purpose I couldn't begin to guess.
"Ahem... First, please take off your clothes and lie down."
"Oh, my clothes? Ah... yes, okay!"
'I am Lee Do-hee. A woman who was... reborn yesterday! To become stronger, this is n-nothing at all!'
I carefully took off all my clothes and lay down on what looked like an operating table.
'Why... why is this so embarrassing...'
To be fair, it was perfectly normal to be embarrassed.
Hundreds of thousands of viewers had already gathered, hearing rumors that I was doing another nude stream. To strip naked and have my pussy precisely examined in front of them all... if I wasn't embarrassed, would I even be human?
Then again, I was an onahole.
"Now, we're going to restrain you. It's for your safety, so please don't be alarmed..."
The two researchers, now in white lab coats, began to restrain my body.
My arms were spread wide and strapped down. My legs were forced apart in the same way, leaving my pussy completely exposed.
'Aah... r-right... this is for climbing the Tower...'
Whirrrrr—
A machine approached my crotch, its lights blinking as it illuminated the inside of my pussy.
"I-it's just an examination, r-right?"
"Yes! We have absolutely no ulterior motives, so please relax and wait!"
The researcher replied confidently and began to operate the machine.