Chapter 80
Warp interference is banned outright! It's no exaggeration to say that nearly every building in this world is equipped with warp-jamming devices. Warp jammers do exactly what the name implies—they disrupt and block teleportation to prevent villains from popping up out of nowhere in people's homes or offices.
Essentially, it's a way of telling villains, "If you're gonna break in, at least pick the lock like a proper burglar!" It's designed to make intruders work for it, sweating over whether they'll get caught. Most buildings have these energy domes to keep out unauthorized villain scum, but there are a few exceptions... like dungeons, for starters. That's partly out of faint hope that any villains who enter might get offed by the mobs inside. But mostly, it's because dungeons can change layout at any moment, making it impractical to install pricey jamming generators.
Unlike those, there's one facility that skips warp jammers for a downright absurd reason: this gymnasium, where I'm currently hanging out with Baek Geum-hwa, Park Ayoung, and her teammates.
"What's with these bitches? Why are they all so hyped up?" Baek Geum-hwa tilted her head at the sight of villains warping onto the court amid the dome-like reinforced glass enclosing the stands and the storm of cheers pouring down like a gale. She shot me a puzzled glance.
"The sluts in the stands too—they're all nuts? Why aren't they running or evacuating? Even if those aren't named villains like the ones we fought yesterday, just some no-name trash, they're still villains."
"No matter how little attachment you have to the academy or being a Valkyrie, you can't say that about civilians, you sow."
"What? I'm a meat toilet, aren't I? I don't give a shit about other bitches."
"Gasp...!"
Her utterly loyal response was so damn adorable, I just wanted to pat her head.
"Pussy check!"
"Ahh, you perv—d-don't stroke my pussy here♡!"
I reached right out and stroked Baek Geum-hwa's pussy, which was even now twitching from the vibrator and gushing love juices like a river. She freaked out, glancing around as if someone might see, trying to stop me—but it was all talk. Her even more endearing reaction had me gently caressing her folds as I answered her question.
"I'm not super familiar myself, but in superhuman sports, villains popping up is basically part of the entertainment."
"What?"
Villains as entertainment? She couldn't relate or believe it after scrapping with Radgridz just yesterday, snorting in disbelief like I was full of shit. It was as if she was saying, "Don't just spout nonsense 'cause you think I don't know this stuff."
"It's real. Since it's Valkyrie sports, they emphasize that the players aren't just athletes—they're Valkyries too. Knocking out villains spikes the crowd's dopamine. The villains get global broadcast exposure to advertise their orgs, even if it risks capture. High-risk, high-reward win-win."
"Everyone's lost their minds."
And right on cue, that lever rising behind Park Ayoung and the others. It's the switch to disable the warp jammer over the court, trapping the fame-hungry villains in a do-or-die gladiator pit.
The villains bellowed their identities as proof of my point, and Baek Geum-hwa shot back in exasperation.
"Isn't this dangerous? For the crowd here, or players like Park Ayoung. Those fuckers brought blades."
"That's why they call in pro Valkyries the moment warp's detected for crowd safety. See how they activated the jammer and reinforced glass right away? Players wear slash-proof uniforms by default. They care about safety more than they look. For now."
"That has slash protection?"
Baek Geum-hwa snorted at the ever-more ridiculous superhuman sports. What kind of sport turns a villain invasion into a no-escape cage deathmatch?
Just as Baek Geum-hwa eyed Park Ayoung's uniform like she was scheming "Steal that, might fetch cash?", a bellow echoed from the court. The familiar voice had us both blinking in surprise as we turned—
"Well, damn, plot twist."
"That coach... even with her squinting eyes, she gave off bad vibes. Unsettling."
There stood Coach Choi Sua, eyes wide open for once, roaring at Park Ayoung and the team. Like she was announcing to everyone that she was a Valkyrie coach too, she'd swapped her suit for a skin-tight Valkyrie suit—queenly SM vibes emphasizing her curves. I tugged Baek Geum-hwa's clit to reassure her.
"Don't worry, I won't make you wear that."
"Better that than naked with a cape!"
Baek Geum-hwa recoiled in horror. I chuckled as the gym sprang into action once the players were ready. Like our academy's gym, panels in the floor opened, carts loaded with volleyballs emerging everywhere. Specially made for Valkyrie super sports, these balls sounded like artillery on spikes—and now they had bulging spikes like morningstars. Players in reinforced gloves grabbed the "villain-extermination mode" balls, and the commentator, who'd been on his feet, bellowed—
Villains = points. Not just regular scoring—it's like a carnival booth where "hit the target, win a prize!" Smash villains for points, stage a comeback. Exclusive to Valkyrie volleyball: death dodgeball had begun.
"But with TV broadcast, isn't gore an issue?"
"That's why the glass. AI mosaics any bloodshed for the crowd."
"Everything exists here. And stop stroking my pussy already?"
FWOOOM—CRASH!!
At Coach Choi Sua's command, Park Ayoung hurled a volleyball at the villains with all her might. It flew like a cannonball.
The struck villain spun through the air from Park Ayoung's ball before crashing down.
Dopamine exploding, commentators and crowd leaped up roaring. Midgal hurled balls too, but their villains—here to advertise by crushing Valkyries—were now gladiator fodder amid the mob frenzy and balls that hurt worse than rumored. They panicked, dropping like flies.
FWAM-FWAM-BAM, THUD-THUD!!
Commentators thrilled without flinching, eyes gleaming maniacally.
FWOOOM—THUD!!
One-sided slaughter on the court, Coach Choi Sua as the mad vanguard barking orders. I shook my head with a tsk.
"You probably dodged a bullet not becoming an athlete."
"I get what you're saying, but is there any job shittier than meat toilet?"
"What's wrong with my meat toilet? Pussy's always tight, pays well—what's the issue?"
"...Welfare's the pussy?"
"My dick keeps it tight daily."
"..."
No matter how barbaric this death dodgeball looked, or primitive super sports seemed, I'd never call it worse than meat toilet. But already tamed, Baek Geum-hwa figured escape was impossible. With a sigh, she thrust out her massive tits for easy groping.
Meanwhile, the final villain in the death dodgeball circle—made by Valkyriya and Midgal players—got shredded by a barrage of volleyballs, turning to rag.