Chapter 39: Disposition Confirmed (1)
Chapter 39: Disposition Confirmed (1)
Splash!
The sudden shock of cold water hitting my body snapped me back to consciousness. My limbs felt heavy, and I could barely pry my eyes open. I had no idea what was going on.
"Are you awake now?"
"M-Michael...?"
Through the blur, I saw a massive, dark silhouette. Hearing that familiar, deep bass voice, I at least knew who I was with.
"Keep your eyes closed."
He began rubbing my face with warm water, making sure to gently wipe around my eyes. As the crust cleared, my vision finally started to return.
"The semen had dried and stuck your eyelids shut. Are you feeling better now?"
I nodded instead of answering. Hearing the word 'semen' triggered a flood of memories. I remembered the locker room—the relentless, brutal gangbang by dozens of men without a single moment's rest.
‘...That was intense.’
I’d had some composure back when it was just Baek Jun-woo, and even when those three freshmen barged in during practice. Even though my sensitivity had spiked so much lately that I reacted to average dicks as if they were oversized monsters, I could still handle those four.
The problem started after that. Once the break began, the number of freshmen returning to the locker room grew exponentially.
I figured that even if there were many of them, I’d still only be dealing with one at a time, so it was just a matter of endurance. But reality went in the opposite direction of my hopes. They didn't wait in line like they were using a public restroom; they just started masturbating all over whatever parts of my body were available.
It couldn't even be called sex. Since they weren't pouring their seed into my womb, it wasn't exactly mating or breeding either. It was nothing more than using me as a tool to relieve their lust—breasts, buttocks, hands, feet, armpits... they used every part of me they found arousing.
‘And they all just came whenever they felt like it.’
My body felt heavy, partly from exhaustion, but likely because it actually was heavier than usual. Setting aside the sheer amount of semen filling my vagina and uterus, the amount that had dried onto my skin was substantial.
‘I think they call this a bukkake.’
I reflexively stuck out my tongue to lick my lips, only to grimace at the taste of cold semen.
"It tastes bad..."
And it wasn't just the freshmen targeting me. The senior members were the same. If anything, those who already knew the 'taste' were scarier; the regulars were far more vicious than the basketball club newbies.
Especially those two seniors I met during the interview—Choi Jun and Ahn Gyeong-han. Their skill at humiliating me was exceptional. It was a relief I’d desperately fought to keep them away from my anal; if I’d been even slightly careless, I’d surely be leaking semen from my tailpipe just as much as my pussy right now.
‘So... did I like it?’
If asked whether it was good or bad, I’d have to say it wasn't bad. I was treated like a literal onahole. There’s no way someone like me wouldn't enjoy being perceived not as a person, but as a tool for sexual relief. My disposition is just wired that way.
I especially loved it when they fucked my pussy while casually chatting with each other about their girlfriends or girls they were seeing. It was so depraved. To them, those girls were 'love,' while I was explicitly for 'sexual relief.'
However, there were things left to be desired. Actually, quite a lot.
...Yeah, I wasn't fully satisfied.
Being able to overcome a man's physical limits through sheer numbers and being fucked continuously was definitely a plus. But with an endless stream of people, it eventually became too much. At a certain point, even though it felt good, I was just deathly tired.
‘Since I don't know who they are, I don't really feel like I'm being conquered...’
That wasn't all. Because there were so many men, I couldn't tell who was who. This made it impossible to know exactly who I was losing to, which killed the immersion. The physical pleasure continued, but the mental pleasure actually diminished.
It’s not about women needing an emotional connection during sex or anything like that. Looking back at my history of defeat play, there was a common thread.
With the Invisible Man, the thrill came from being a Hero targeted by a molester villain while undercover. With the slime, I was turned on by the depravity of an S-rank Hero becoming a breeding sow for a mere C-rank monster.
In that sense, Michael was similar. It was the sight of me, a true Hero, being brought to heel by a delinquent, athletic, black foreign student who thought he could mess with real heroes just because he took illegal drugs.
Since I was at university in my civilian form, I had to hide my identity as a Hero. Furthermore, because my Hero activities were technically suspended, I couldn't just suddenly appear as Floss to end the situation.
‘In all three cases, I had the awareness that I was a Hero.’
But with the other basketball club members, that was missing. At least during the gangbang, I didn't get off on the thought of being a Hero raped by civilians. To get that feeling, I’d probably have to be raped while transformed into a Magical Girl.
‘Though that would be shocking in its own way.’
Anyway, masochistic bitch sex without the awareness of being a Magical Girl Hero felt like a steamed bun without the filling, or kimbap without the pickled radish. There’s a dick, there’s sex, and there’s pleasure, but the core is missing.
‘I guess that makes sense.’
From the day I gained my superpowers, the biggest factor defining me was the word 'Hero.' Far more people know Magical Girl Floss than Do Min-jeong, the college student who’s been enrolled for a month. Conversely, I have more acquaintances as Floss than as Min-jeong.
If a scandal breaks out because I’m acting like a slut in my civilian form, I can just take a leave of absence, drop out, or transfer elsewhere. While it might be a serious problem for someone else, for me—someone whose real job is being a Hero and who attends university as a smoke screen—it’s no big deal.
‘The fact that I can run away easily at any time might have lowered the psychological barrier to acting like a total whore.’
Enjoying defeat play while active as a Hero is like walking a tightrope over social suicide, but sleeping around as my second identity, Do Min-jeong, is relatively safe by comparison.
For example, if a photo of Do Min-jeong being fucked by Michael spread on social media, only people who know her would recognize her, and it would end within the university's anonymous community. But the moment a photo of Floss being fucked by a slime spreads, it becomes a national... no, considering it's interspecies, it would definitely be a global issue.
Of course, the former is still social suicide for a normal person, but still.
So, what I need to consider now is...
‘Should I really stay here for a full month until the Operator arrives...?’
A month would mean hundreds of sessions of being treated like a daily onahole by dozens of basketball players. By the time I finished that, I’d definitely be a world-class slut. While I was curious and a bit scared of seeing myself completely fallen, the process itself didn't appeal to me at all.
Now that I’d realized masochistic sex without the awareness of being a Hero wasn't 100% my taste, I was sure I’d feel like I was wasting my time throughout my life as the basketball club's onahole manager.
In that case, it might be better to make a quick escape and find something else to enjoy until I return to Hero work...
"Min-jeong, what are you thinking about so deeply?"
"...Cough!"
While I was soul-searching about my kinks in my half-dazed state, Michael, who had been rinsing me off, suddenly spoke. While I was getting drowsy under the warm water and debating whether to quit being the onahole manager, he had been silently washing my semen-soaked body.
‘Ugh, he’s making this hard...’
But this was exactly why I couldn't easily quit. Even if the others didn't matter, Michael—the illegal drug user—was a villain who humiliated me while reinforcing my awareness as a Hero.
Of course, he had the added bonuses of a huge dick, a massive frame, a great voice, and the way he transformed from gentle to a wild beast when he was thrusting... but those were secondary.
Even from a public interest perspective, it was the same. If I just washed my hands of this and ignored it, he might run away on his own before the Operator arrived.
It made no sense to endure hundreds of unappealing sexual encounters for a month just for Michael, but I also didn't want to lose Michael's dick. Wishing I’d just been brought in as Michael's private onahole instead, I looked up at him.
"...Captain Michael?"
"Yeees, are you finally able to talk now?"
"I remember everything. From start to finish, all of it..."
In the end, there was only one piece of data to help me choose between these two options. The thing I had anticipated so much. I would decide whether to flee the basketball club based on how 'good' it felt to have Michael's black cock fuck the anal I’d developed under his orders.
To get that data, as I said, I needed sex with the awareness of being a Hero. And that awareness usually comes from a certain level of resistance. Just spreading my legs like a sex slave and begging for it wouldn't do.
Therefore, I decided to temporarily revert to the point before I was broken into an onahole manager. With a little bit of a hastily improvised backstory added in.
"...This 'onahole manager' thing is truly disgusting."
"...What?"
"I tried to endure it, but I can't anymore. Even though I'm not a Hero... as a Hero trainee, I will never forgive you for using illegal drugs."
Michael slowly tilted his head and let out a chuckle.
"Ho, so that was it. I did suspect something because you were unusually strong for a girl. A girl who couldn't become a Hero because she lacked power, but still admires them... how romantic."
"I'm not here to talk about romance. I didn't show my full strength back then to maintain my cover. I'm going to subdue you right now and expose the basketball club's atrocities to the world."
"Pfft, puhahaha! I don't think that's a line a girl standing there with semen dripping from her pussy should be saying. Hahahaha!"
Only then did I startle, crossing my legs and covering my crotch with both hands. Wait, this is embarrassing. I wasn't embarrassed when I was spraying semen fountains in a frog pose during the gangbang, but being called out while acting as a Hero trainee facing a villain...
"S-Shut up! That was just an act to get you alone!"
"Hmm, to get me alone. You must have known that I was also hiding my strength last time, right?"
"What are you talking about..."
"Honestly, Asian girls—especially Korean girls—why are they so dishonest? Why go through the trouble of making excuses just to create a situation where I have to take you down in a contest of strength?"
Slurp—♡
Michael strode over and suddenly shoved his thick tongue into my ear, whispering.
"If you just told me you loved being defeated and conquered in a contest of strength, and asked me to do it one more time like I did back then, I would have done it as much as you wanted."
*
Meanwhile, at the Hero Association.
Dark Swan approached the Operator, who was deep in thought alone in the conference room.
"The meeting is over. Aren't you leaving?"
They had just finished the first meeting after forming a task force regarding the Shinhwa Pharmaceutical drug leak. Since the team had just been assembled, it would naturally take time to start the actual investigation.
The Operator's primary mission was to shorten that time as much as possible. He needed to cut the expected month down to at least fifteen days.
"Sigh."
He wanted to storm the university where 'Magical Girl Floss's' friend supposedly attended and catch the illegal drug user right now, but the thought of being delayed for fifteen days due to various bureaucratic reasons made him sigh.
The Operator wanted to prioritize Floss's requests whenever possible. Although he had tanned his skin to try and look like a 'blonde tanned delinquent,' the fact remained that he was still a 'nice guy' at heart. The kind of nice guy who does whatever a woman wants.
Besides, changing one's appearance doesn't immediately change one's personality. He had been too hesitant to dye his hair blonde, so while his skin was tanned, his hair was still black.
"Are you thinking about that? About how Senior Floss asked you to search that school first because she has a friend there?"
"...Yeah. It's a request from a comrade. How can I refuse?"
"I don't think you need to worry too much, though. It's not like Senior Floss's friend is involved in the drug user's crimes; they just happen to go to the same school."
"..."
"And the evidence that a drug user is even at that school... well, I suppose the source is reliable enough since it came from Senior Floss."
The Operator knew this. He didn't think anything major would happen whether he went tomorrow or in fifteen days. But he felt a surging sense of duty to fulfill Floss's request immediately.
‘If she offers to buy me a drink as a thank you...’
The number of sexual encounters on Floss's status window might go up by one that day. However, the Operator deliberately avoided imagining what the numbers would be. He didn't want to think about how many times she might have done it while he wasn't watching.
"...If I'm not going on official business, but just stopping by the university for personal reasons, wouldn't that be okay?"
"Senior, really!"
"I guess not. Hmm, indiscriminately using my status window ability to scrutinize civilians who aren't suspects is morally questionable, but..."
"No, I was going to say that's a great idea!"
"...?"
Dark Swan smiled brightly and clapped her hands.
"Well, moral issues can be set aside for a moment when it comes to a comrade's request, right?"
"I-Is that so?"
"Quietly catching just one illegal drug user is something the two of us can easily handle. I just have to put them to sleep and bring them in. I'm all for it."
"Ahem, as Floss's former sidekick, it seems your loyalty to her is quite high as well."
"Of course. That being said, Senior Operator... you don't happen to like Senior Floss, do you?"
"No way. She's strictly a comrade."
Of course, while they said these things, their minds were running in completely different directions.
‘If I help her even by breaking the rules, she might not only buy me a drink, but we might even have the second round at a hotel.’
The Operator was full of anticipation at the thought of increasing Floss's sex status stats.
‘This guy is being way too kind to her. If he shows even a hint of ulterior motives, I won't let him get away with it. More importantly, why is Senior Floss so concerned about this 'friend' at the university that she's asking fellow heroes for favors while she's on hiatus? Don't tell me it's not just a friend, but a lover or something...?’
Dark Swan, still unable to let go of her obsession with Floss, was filled with jealousy.
The 'Floss's Friend Rescue Operation,' born from their conflicting motives, was about to begin.