Miyeon Writhing in Pleasure
Zzzt! Zzzt! The powerful electric current surging from Kang Cheonhu's hand coursed through Miyeon's back, enveloping her entire body. The sheer force of the lightning he poured into her was so intense that brilliant sparks crackled and burst beyond her skin.
"Haaahhh! Haaaaangh! Ngh! Grk!"
Miyeon's every nerve cell ignited in ecstasy all at once from the current, transforming her whole body into one massive erogenous zone. Uncontrollable moans of overwhelming pleasure spilled from her lips. Her eyes rolled back white, her tongue lolled out long from her parted lips, and saliva mixed with foam bubbled and drooled down her chin.
"Grk! Grgh! Haaangh!"
Her body convulsed violently with every surge of electricity, jerking like a marionette with cut strings swaying in the wind. And from the intense pleasure, sticky love juices gushed freely from between her thighs.
The sight of Miyeon taking Kang Cheonhu's current full-body was almost like witnessing electric torture. In truth, it was electric torture—raw, powerful voltage flooding through her. For an ordinary person, it would have incinerated their body in seconds. Only her extraordinarily resilient S-rank hero physique allowed her to endure it.
"Agggh! Kraaaah! Grghhh!"
But even Miyeon was suffering greatly as she absorbed Kang Cheonhu's lightning head-on. Though it stimulated her pleasure nerves to the extreme, the raw pain of the current ripping through her body didn't vanish. She was trapped in a hellish duality of utmost ecstasy and agony.
"Aaaah! Grghhh! Haaangh!"
Drip... drip... Pssshhh!
With her eyes rolled back and foam at her mouth, crimson nosebleed trickled from Miyeon's nostrils. Between her legs, it wasn't just viscous nectar anymore—yellow urine sprayed out in a shameful arc. The scene was utterly wretched, beyond pitiful.
"Noona! Noona! Stop! You bastard, Kang Cheonhu!"
Jinseok wailed in horror at Miyeon's pitiable state, pounding furiously on the spherical barrier Serin had erected around him. His fists tore open, blood dripping, but he didn't stop. To his eyes, it looked like Kang Cheonhu was torturing his sister to death.
"Kukuku. Yoo Miyeon. I expected more—you're folding already? I thought you'd take my full power. What a letdown. Come on, show me what you've got, 'Hero of Justice'."
"Ngh! I... I won't submit! To something like this!"
Kang Cheonhu whispered mockingly with a sinister grin. The moment his jeering laugh reached her ears, Miyeon gritted her teeth and began forcibly wresting control of his power with her own.
Sword Qi and lightning were fundamentally different energies, making control excruciatingly difficult. Yet Miyeon compelled the electricity flowing through her body to obey.
"Urgh! Haaaaah!"
Zzzt! Zzzt!
Miyeon gathered the lightning Kang Cheonhu injected into her, channeling it into her arms. Mastering it, she then transmuted his power within her into sword qi, forging a massive blade of fused thunder.
It was a lightning sword born from their combined might.
"Take this!"
BOOOOM!
As Miyeon swung the thunder blade, a colossal surge of sword qi erupted vertically skyward, streaking toward the Kraken like a bolt from the heavens. Her single strike cleaved the monster's enormous body clean in two.
"Hah... hah..."
Miyeon gasped for breath, having poured her all into that cooperative assault with Kang Cheonhu. With the Kraken's core destroyed, its severed tentacles flailed in disarray, powerless. Serin and Ye-eun swiftly dispatched the remnants.
(This insane power...)
Borrowing Kang Cheonhu's strength firsthand through her own body, Miyeon felt the staggering scale of his might. It was no illusion—his ability was terrifyingly potent.
(Is Kang Cheonhu's power far beyond mine, Serin's, or Ye-eun's? Even among S-ranks, there's a massive gap.)
Miyeon was certain: among S-rank heroes, Kang Cheonhu ranked at the absolute pinnacle. She'd known he was formidable, but experiencing it herself exceeded her wildest expectations.
"Kukuku. Neatly done."
Kang Cheonhu gazed at the obliterated Kraken with evident satisfaction. Truth be told, slaying the monster was secondary—testing Miyeon's physical limits thrilled him far more.
(As expected, Team Valkyrie has prime bitches.)
His goal was scouting high-quality women worth breaking in. The lightning he'd unleashed on her was partly a durability check—and he was pleased with the results. Few women, ability users or not, could withstand his full power.
(Kukuku. Yoo Miyeon—you're making my mouth water more by the second.)
Staring at the panting Miyeon, he shot her a lecherous glare, licking his lips suggestively. He fancied all three Valkyrie beauties, but Miyeon especially piqued his interest.
"Kang Cheonhu! You bastard!"
Suddenly, Jinseok charged at him. With the remaining tentacles and monsters cleared, Serin had dropped her protective barrier. Jinseok bolted straight for Kang Cheonhu at full speed.
"Jinseok!"
He moved too fast for Serin to stop, leaving her to cry out his name in shocked alarm.
Jinseok clenched his fist and unleashed his full might, slamming it into Kang Cheonhu's head.
Thud!
His punch connected squarely. Confident in his martial prowess, Jinseok's physical enhancement made his blows capable of shattering boulders.
"!"
Yet Kang Cheonhu didn't budge an inch. Not even a millimeter. It was as if the strike meant nothing.
Jinseok reeled in shock—his rock-crushing fist had met an immovable wall, dealing zero damage.
Zzzt!
"Kraaah!"
The next instant, a bone-shattering jolt hurled him back. Lightning from Kang Cheonhu's reflexive counter coiled around Jinseok's right arm, inflicting excruciating pain.
An invisible electric barrier enveloped Kang Cheonhu. Jinseok's attack hadn't pierced it—instead, touching it had electrocuted him.
"What? Kukuku."
"Ugh!"
Kang Cheonhu glanced at Jinseok writhing on the ground, clutching his arm, and sneered.
As their eyes met, Jinseok froze, cold sweat beading down his skin. Just from that gaze—without Kang Cheonhu lifting a finger—he felt crushing intimidation.
"Did you delude yourself into thinking you could hurt Miyeon by charging me? What an idiot."
Rushing an S-rank hero took guts, but it was suicidal folly. Against a top-tier like Kang Cheonhu, a mere B-rank like Jinseok stood no chance.
Kang Cheonhu mocked the fool for his "delusional" recklessness.
"A worm like you dares strike me? Pathetic trash."
Swipe—Zzzt!
A flicker of anger crossed his face as he casually extended a finger toward Jinseok. A brilliant bolt lanced from his fingertip—mere finger-flick effort for him.
Zzzt! BOOM!
"Kraaaah!"
"Kyaaah! No! Jinseok!"
But its power blasted Jinseok meters away in an explosion. The moment he was hit, Serin screamed and threw up an energy barrier to shield him from further harm.
And then...
"Stop! Kang Cheonhu! Hah... hah...!"
"Hoo..."
In a blink, Miyeon closed the distance, her sword at Kang Cheonhu's throat. Her eyes blazed with murderous intent at the sight of Jinseok under attack.