Even the Police Would Call It Self-Defense
"This is the police. We received a complaint from next door."
Looking at the intercom, some girl who looked like a total high school delinquent was slouching there in a police uniform. She had her baseball-cap-style police hat pulled down low, making it hard to see her face. Still, the uniform looked real enough, so I decided to answer. They say if a thug has nothing better to do, they either join a gang or the police force, right? Well, whatever.
"What kind of report?" I asked.
But why was she out here alone? I thought police dispatches were always supposed to be in pairs. Maybe they were short-staffed because of the apocalypse? Looking closer, she was actually pretty—resembling one of those delinquents who used to tailor their school uniforms to be super tight. Then it clicked. She was that useless female cop who had pointed a Taser at me, mistaking me for a suspect, back when I got bitten by that zombie-like guy.
"We got a report from next door about a woman screaming and suspicious noises. If you don't open up, I'll break the door down for obstruction of justice."
I couldn't believe the sheer absurdity of it.
"Break down my door? Without a warrant?"
"Ugh, you're really testing my patience. Don't you know martial law was declared yesterday?"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The cop suddenly whipped out her baton and started slamming the butt of it against the door as if she was trying to smash it open. A neighbor peeked out of their door, but quickly retreated inside the moment they saw the police uniform.
Panicking slightly, I slapped the blue duct tape back over Minji's mouth and shoved her into the bathroom.
Looking at the layout of Minji's apartment, there was a refrigerator on the left wall just past the entryway. Right next to it stood a wardrobe. In other words, the gap between the fridge and the wardrobe was the perfect place to hide something.
I stood the baseball bat up in the gap, keeping it out of sight. If I didn't open the door now, things would only escalate. My plan was to play dumb and send her away. If that failed, I'd have to resort to extreme measures.
The moment I unlocked the door, the female officer glanced at my face. Her expression instantly relaxed, and she strolled right in without even taking off her shoes. Sure, I was a good citizen, so she was safe with me, but she could have been walking straight into a dangerous criminal's den. She was incredibly careless, seemingly believing her uniform was some kind of magical shield that made her invincible.
"As you can see, everything's fine. I just had the TV turned up too loud. The neighbors must have misunderstood," I lied, scratching my head with a sheepish, submissive grin.
As she walked past me to inspect the kitchen, bed, and dining table, I quietly retrieved the baseball bat and followed close behind her.
The way she was acting, she wasn't going to leave easily. If she searched the place, she would find Minji. And if Minji was found, I was going straight to prison anyway.
I swung the baseball bat with everything I had, aiming straight for the back of her head while her guard was down. She had a gun, and she looked like the type who used to run with a rough crowd in high school. If I half-assed it like I did with the loser girl who owned this apartment, she might turn the tables on me. I showed absolutely no mercy.
Crack!
A woman is still a woman, after all. She collapsed instantly, completely limp.
I immediately mounted her and began raining punches down on her face. I struck with the mindset of "kill or be killed." Thanks to the single month of MMA classes I'd taken, I managed to maintain a solid mount and prevent her from escaping. Then again, if someone could reverse a mount after taking a baseball bat to the back of the head followed by a barrage of punches to the face, they wouldn't be a cop—they'd be a professional fighter.
Blood poured from her nose, staining her pretty face. Bruises and swelling hadn't fully set in yet.
Once she seemed sufficiently subdued, I started using my head, deliberately avoiding her nose bridge and eyes as I continued to strike.
"Ugh... ah..."
Her lips were split and bleeding. Because she was quite pretty, I must have subconsciously avoided her nose, as it still looked intact.
The female cop's spirit was completely broken. First, I searched her belt, found her handcuffs, and secured her wrists in front of her. Then I took her handgun and tossed it across the room. Now, it was time to try the Brand. If it hadn't worked on the bullied girl, it probably wouldn't work on this delinquent-type cop either. But since I had already beaten her to a pulp, I figured it was worth a shot.
I pulled up her tactical vest and shirt, placing my palm directly over her lower abdomen, right above her womb. Imagining energy gathering and flowing through my hand, I kneaded the soft, pale flesh of her belly. As the area grew increasingly warm, I instinctively knew the Brand had been applied.
It worked!
The Brand was set. As her tactical vest shifted to the side, I caught sight of the name tag pinned to her uniform. It read: Choi Jihye.
She was staring blankly into space.
"So your name is Jihye?"
But she didn't answer. Why? The Brand had definitely been applied.
I checked my status window again. Exactly 10 mana had been consumed. And the sensation... it definitely felt like the skill had registered successfully.
"Hey, you crazy bitch. I asked if your name is Jihye."
"Yes," she whispered.
She finally answered when I raised my voice and took a harsher tone. But was this the effect of the Brand, or was she just terrified because she'd been beaten, disarmed, and handcuffed? There was only one way to find out: order her to do something she would absolutely never do under normal circumstances.
"Are you a virgin?"
No response.
"I asked if you're a virgin, you fucking bitch."
"Yes, I am."
She was actually more polite than the bullied girl. She was even using honorifics.
"Pull down your pants and panties, you whore. Let me see your pussy."
I deliberately mixed in vulgarities and spoke with absolute authority. If the Brand wasn't active, she wouldn't strip, right? Or would she? Maybe she was just complying because she thought a dangerous criminal would murder her if she didn't.
Jihye slowly slid her police trousers down. Beneath them, she wore black panties with a hint of mesh. She gave off a slight non-virgin vibe, but since I had branded her before asking, she couldn't be lying about being a virgin.
As she pulled her panties down to her thighs, I noticed she didn't have any pubic hair, just like Minji. For an adult woman, it was either a natural lack of hair or she had waxed. If she had waxed, there was a high chance she did it to show off her bare pussy to some guy. Minji was naturally hairless, but looking closer at Jihye, she was definitely waxed. That earned her ten non-virgin penalty points in my book.
I slipped my finger between her folds. Jihye flinched slightly but remained still. Still, this Brand ability was highly ambiguous. Was this the skill working, or just raw fear? I needed to test her with something much harder. My eyes fell on the ballpoint pen and highlighter I'd used to torture Minji earlier.
"Jihye."
"Yes?"
"Take that pen and highlighter over there and masturbate your ass with them."
"What???"
Jihye stared at me in utter bewilderment, frozen.
Did I need to speak with absolute authority to trigger the compulsion?
"I said do it, you fucking bitch."
Only then did Jihye pick up the ballpoint pen and bring it close. It was still glistening with oil, and she grimaced, likely catching a strange smell. Though she clearly didn't want to do it, she eventually gave up and slowly began to insert it into her anus.
"Ugh..."
Jihye's face contorted in discomfort as she pushed it in.
Smack!
I slapped the bitch across the head.
"You stupid whore! If you're masturbating, you're supposed to make some noise!"
It was still too ambiguous, so I decided to push her even further.
"Ah... ah... mm... ha..."
Jihye let out awkward, forced moans like a rookie actress in her first adult film. I guess there was only one way to be sure. Since she was a virgin, she would definitely resist actual penetration if the Brand wasn't working, right?
"Stop that and spread your legs."
Jihye spread her legs.
I pulled down my pants and underwear. Jihye's eyes widened in shock.
But when I mounted her and tried to insert my cock, she resisted.
"Stop it, you motherfucker!"
She thrashed around wildly as I ignored her cries and tried to force myself inside.
This Brand ability was a total piece of garbage. How was I supposed to survive the apocalypse with a useless skill like this? It didn't help in combat at all. I guess my only option was to amass a small army of female slaves with combat skills and make them fight in my place.
Pinning down Jihye as she struggled weakly against her handcuffs, I forced my cock into her tight opening.
Feeling a sudden barrier, I shoved myself all the way in with a hard thrust.
"Ah... ugh!"
Jihye didn't seem to be in agonizing pain like Minji had been. Maybe the adrenaline from our fight had numbed her senses?
Realizing her hymen had already been ruptured, she seemed to give up and stopped resisting entirely. She'd probably only start fighting back again once she realized the danger of me cumming inside her, just like Minji. Well, this time, she wasn't getting any warning!
"Mnh... ah... nnh..."
Jihye let out quiet, rhythmic moans. As I thrust in and out, the urge to blow finally hit me.
"I'm cumming!"
I had promised myself I wouldn't warn her, but the words slipped out of my mouth automatically.
Maybe because she was a former delinquent, Jihye didn't have much of a reaction compared to Minji. Was she just planning to take a morning-after pill later?
A small trickle of blood leaked from her pussy. When I pulled my cock out, a mixture of semen and virgin blood spilled out after it.
The problem was, even after doing this, I couldn't be sure she wouldn't try to lock me up if I let her go. What could I possibly do to confirm if an absolute command had actually taken effect?
As I scanned the room, searching for a way to test her, my eyes landed on a perfect tool. I grabbed a cotton swab from the table.
"Jihye, why don't you try masturbating your urethra with this cotton swab?"
"No way, you perverted freak," she spat, her face twisted in pure disgust.
She rejected it instantly with a look of utter contempt. This was it! I didn't know why she drew the line at urethral play when she was willing to do anal, but she clearly had her own boundaries.
"By the power of the Brand, I command you! Masturbate your urethra!"
"I said no."
Huh, it didn't work. Did I have to curse at her to make it stick?
"I told you to masturbate your urethra, you fucking bitch!"
"And I said I'm not doing it!"
This Brand skill was a complete piece of shit! Absolutely worthless.
Just as water knows the answer, so does a good wooden club. I grabbed the baseball bat that had just finished massaging Minji's ass and Jihye's skull. I forced the female cop face-down over the edge of the bed, just like I had done with Minji, and squeezed her breasts through her uniform. They were definitely bigger than Minji's.
Staring back at the cop who was looking at me with pure hatred, I gave her ass a thorough massage with the bat.
Whoosh—
Crack!!!
"Ah!"
She was making quite a fuss for someone who had only taken one hit.
"Stop! Please don't hit me! I'll do it! I'll do the urethral thing!"
The female cop immediately switched to formal honorifics, sobbing hysterically.
Terrified that I would strike her again, Jihye scrambled on all fours with her handcuffed hands, desperately crawling toward the container of cotton swabs. The fact that she was still wearing her police uniform shirt made the sight incredibly hot.
She finally pulled out a cotton swab and pushed it into her urethra.
"Hngh... ah..."
It seemed my earlier lesson had paid off; even though she wasn't aroused, she forced out fake moans anyway. But seeing this, I still couldn't tell if it was the effect of the Brand or the bat. Actually, wasn't it obviously just the bat?