Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: A-Rank Hero, and Bitch Sex Slave
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Early morning in the women's hero dormitory at Hero Union headquarters.
Exhausted from waiting up for Yoon Do-hwa, who hadn't come back until late, Yeon Ji-woo had fallen asleep.
"Mm... mmm..."
She'd dealt with sudden emergency dispatches plenty of times herself.
But no matter what, the two of them always left a note or a text for each other.
So when Do-hwa, with whom she'd even made plans to hang out, went radio silent for nearly an hour, Ji-woo couldn't shake the worry—even after belatedly hearing it had been a dispatch.
"Mmm... Unnie...?"
"Hm? You're up, Ji-woo?"
Heading into the living room, she spotted Do-hwa in the kitchen, drinking some water.
"What time did you get back last night? I didn't hear you come in."
"Around a bit after five. I waited outside! Sorry..."
Ji-woo's anger flared briefly at the apologetic look on Do-hwa's face.
But relief that she'd returned unharmed washed it away with a sigh.
Thank goodness she's okay.
Pretending nonchalance, she turned away and fiddled with her phone.
"Next time you head out, even if it's urgent, at least send a text."
"Yeah. I'm really sorry."
Though an only child, Ji-woo hadn't grown up with much parental love.
The year she'd manifested her supernatural ability in high school, her friends had shunned her out of fear.
With no family affection or close friendships, she'd entered the Hero Union as an adult, utterly alone.
To her, Do-hwa was like an older sister.
And being a hero meant working in dangerous places where serious injuries or death were all too common.
That was why she'd been so worried about Do-hwa heading out without a word.
"Aren't you tired, Unnie? You always crash before eleven."
"Hm? I'm fine! I got a little sleep after getting back."
Do-hwa's face looked pretty worn out from dealing with villains late into the night.
Of course, it wasn't from suppressing villains on an emergency dispatch, as she'd told Ji-woo.
But it was true she'd expended just as much stamina on something else.
"So you're off today? They usually give you the day after an emergency dispatch."
"Hm? Not sure. They said there might be a follow-up dispatch in the middle of the day off."
What the hell happened that she can't even rest and might have to handle follow-ups?
Ji-woo felt a twinge of doubt at Do-hwa's words, but shrugged it off with a nod.
"Got it. Text me if you do go out."
"Yeah. No need to worry."
Do-hwa patted Ji-woo's head reassuringly.
"Don't treat me like a kid. You're only two years older than me."
Grabbing Do-hwa's hand mid-pat with a pout, she plopped onto the sofa and dug into the bread and drinks Do-hwa had prepped.
Watching her, Do-hwa felt like she was looking at a little sister.
"Guess I'll head out first then, Unnie?"
"Another workout?"
"Yeah. Haven't been able to hit the gym properly these past few days with how busy it's been."
Do-hwa had already changed into leggings and a tank top, sneakers on.
Ji-woo waved as she headed out the front door.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The Hero Union dorms came equipped with an absurd array of facilities.
A dedicated cafeteria where you could order any menu item anytime.
A massive gym packed with the latest equipment.
Leisure spots for all sorts of activities or movie watching—perks fit for heroes.
Top-tier amenities that'd wear out your mouth just listing them all.
Even big-name heroes often lived there without ever stepping outside.
"Haa! Been a few days—feels like my body's heavier than usual."
Do-hwa finished her routine in one corner of the gym and took a break.
Having skipped workouts for days due to work, her body felt sluggish.
"Weird...? Everything feels kinda soft."
Stepping in front of the full-body mirror, she checked herself out.
Not for looks or figure, but to gauge the stamina and muscle needed for action.
Her body was accordingly glamorous yet balanced with muscle.
But what she saw now differed slightly from a few days ago.
Arm and leg muscles seemed a bit smaller, softer.
Abs unchanged, but breasts and hips felt a touch fuller.
She'd skipped workouts, sure—but with all the intense activity draining her stamina, she didn't dwell on it.
If my breasts and hips got bigger... Master Si-yoon might like it... ♥
A smile tugged at her lips at the thought of her owner approving.
A-Rank Hero Ignition, Yoon Do-hwa.
Meeting Combatant No. 505, Ha Si-yoon, had brought massive changes to her life.
They'd been facing off as hero and villain at a dispatch site.
But Si-yoon's bizarre new supernatural ability had robbed her of bodily freedom.
Toyed with, forced to service his unwanted cock.
And her very perception rewritten—she now saw herself as his sex-relief slave.
She hadn't forgotten her hero duties or sense of responsibility.
But her new role was just as vital.
How to carry and compose herself as her master's sex-relief slave.
What actions and words would make him happiest when embracing her.
She pondered it all.
Even viewing her fuller breasts and hips positively was for her master's sake, not personal vanity.
In the empty gym locker room.
She stripped off her leggings and tank top.
Definitely... bigger size now. Hips... breasts... ass... ♥
Breast size, ass plumpness, even slimmer waist and wider hips.
Nude, her body was unmistakably more feminine.
- Click!
Do-hwa snapped a mirror selfie with her phone.
And sent it straight to her master, Si-yoon.
[Do-hwa: Thought Master Si-yoon might like it, so here you go ♥]
A few seconds later, a reply from Si-yoon.
[Master ♥: Looks pretty. Would love more like this.]
"Master Si-yoon... says I'm pretty... ♥"
For a bitch sex slave, earning her male master's approval was goal and honor alike.
Do-hwa practically bounced with joy at his satisfied tone.
[Do-hwa: Yes ♥ If Master Si-yoon commands it ♥]
Hehe... Gotta study what Master Si-yoon would like... ♥
The hero Ignition, once striving to grow stronger than any villain,
was slowly being devoured by her awakening as a bitch sex-relief slave for her male master.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Uwaaaah! Feels so damn refreshing."
No more exhausting dawn shifts.
No more direct superiors or commanders using me as a meat shield and chewing me out.
And no more Dark Knights to contain it all!
Kya!
Has morning ever felt this crisp?
I pulled banana milk and a bacon sandwich from the fridge.
"Always that weird-ass slop... Deserved to go under! Sigh."
Mystery brown broth with no chunks, wilted veggie scraps.
And a rice ball the size of a kid's fist—that was combatant chow.
Lunch and dinner were barely edible, but still leagues below convenience store grub.
The few vending machines in the hideout? Rarely stocked.
Ajiit snack bar goods? Monopolized by the execs.
Why'd Dark Knights have hundreds of combatants despite the treatment?
...Money, plain and simple.
Any able-bodied guy could sign up, no questions asked.
Minor supernatural ability? Straight to officer track, easy.
Pay crushed fresh college grad salaries.
Veterans like me raked in even more.
Of course, get nabbed proving villain activity, red mark on your record.
Post-prison? No jobs, barely any social life.
But the job market's brutal anyway.
Plenty grind a few months to scrape rent deposits.
Hero Union too busy with big villains to bother scooping up grunts like me.
Too many died or got maimed in fights, though.
- Ding!
Mid-reminisce on those nightmare meals from days ago,
a message hit my phone, which I'd set aside.
"What? Who texts this early?"
Anyone I'd expect a morning message from?
[Yoon Do-hwa: Thought Master Si-yoon might like it, so here you go ♥]
A nude selfie, apparently snapped by Yoon Do-hwa herself, plus that one line.
The feral wildcat who'd gone all soft, sending pics on her own.
Just one simple imprinted command,
and it flipped her entire personality—thanks to the content.
I fired back a thumbs-up emoji and a quick reply.
[Si-yoon: Looks pretty. Would love more like this.]
Almost instant response.
[Yoon Do-hwa: Yes ♥ If Master Si-yoon commands it ♥]
"Whew... Fucking hot."
Part of me wanted to jerk off to that pic right now.
But no need.
I could summon and fuck her whenever I wanted, right?
"Anyway... what now?"
Deep down, I'd hoped for this.
But my organization of years evaporated in days.
If I hadn't gotten powers and scraped by,
I'd join another as a vet combatant or quit the life.
Now? I've got this insane manipulation ability.
And an A-Rank Hero turned mindless sex slave by it.
"Why not... start my own villain organization?"