Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: The Elegant Daily Life of A-Rank Hero Yoon Do-hwa (1)
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A-Rank Hero 'Ignition' Yoon Do-hwa.
She was gripped by a terror she had never felt before.
Not some run-of-the-mill B-Rank or C-Rank, but a full-fledged A-Rank.
Even if hundreds of small-time punks like the man she'd just met came charging at her, it wouldn't faze her in the slightest.
But against that man, Do-hwa could do absolutely nothing.
It was as if the signals from her brain weren't reaching her body at all.
The flames that used to burst from her hands as naturally as breathing couldn't even spark in front of him.
She couldn't defy his command to strip and serve him herself.
She licked and hardened the cock of a man she didn't love, on command.
Forced the pillar that wouldn't fit properly into her mouth and serviced it.
And finally, the most precious part of a woman was invaded.
The horror of her body not moving according to her will.
The horror that if her ability was sealed, she might be rendered utterly helpless.
That terror made her tremble, and the shame of it was excruciating,
but there was no way to alleviate the humiliation right now.
All she could do was bite her lip hard and drag her exhausted body back to the Hero Union dormitory, stumbling every step of the way.
"Sis, you're super late today."
The moment Do-hwa stepped into the dorm room, her roommate started chiding her in that soft, gentle tone.
"Ah... yeah. The standoff dragged on, so it took a while."
A girl with short purple hair twirling it around her finger, about the same age as Do-hwa.
A-Rank Hero Yeon Ji-woo, who'd been sharing the room with Do-hwa for years.
"I waited for you and ended up skipping dinner. Text me if you're gonna be late."
"Sorry. Next time I run late, I'll definitely let you know ahead of time."
Ji-woo seemed done with her complaint, slipping her headphones back on and diving into her game.
She was a hero who shone with a supernatural ability as powerful as Do-hwa's,
but she was also a pro-level gamer.
Even without her ability, she could've made a living no problem.
For her, hero work was just a means to game more comfortably and abundantly.
"Gonna play late again tonight?"
"Yeah. You go to sleep first. I'll wake up on my own."
Do-hwa didn't believe Ji-woo would wake up on her own.
She'd never once gotten up properly after saying that.
It was the total opposite of Do-hwa, who went to bed before 11 p.m. unless something special came up, for condition management, and rose early for personal training.
'I've never seen her actually get up. Guess I'll have to wake her tomorrow.'
She sighed at Ji-woo hammering away at her keyboard with that blank look, then stripped and headed into the bathroom.
-Ssshhhk-
"Ahh?!"
Turning the faucet unleashed hot water from the showerhead, startling Do-hwa.
'This too... because of that man...!'
Anyone would jump at sudden hot water,
but the temperature on her skin right now was pleasantly moderate.
Yet she reacted so sensitively—there was a reason for that.
Combatant No. 505's supernatural ability had her in a constant state of arousal.
Not just a slight rise in body temperature or shortness of breath—
even mild stimuli made her hypersensitive, and her sexual desire surged intensely.
If she could defeat the villain and neutralize him to lift the ability, fine—but Do-hwa couldn't act freely in his presence, so all she could do was endure.
'How... does he have such an absurd supernatural ability? And with that power... stuck as a mere Combatant? It makes no sense.'
It was only natural she couldn't understand.
She'd just happened to face Combatant No. 505 right after his ability awakened in the powerless man, by sheer bad luck.
'My body's so sensitive... I can't even wash properly...'
She might react to the initial splash of cold or hot water,
but normally, you'd ease it in gradually to let the skin adjust.
But with her whole body hypersensitized several times over from the arousal, adjustment seemed impossible.
'Why...? He came so much inside me.'
As she painstakingly washed her sensitive body bit by bit, when the water hit her groin,
Do-hwa sensed something off.
Hours ago, Combatant No. 505 had pumped her full to overflowing, semen leaking out.
But now, her belly and insides showed no trace, as if digested.
'I... won't get pregnant, right...?'
Worried about possible pregnancy, Do-hwa meticulously washed her pussy and vagina.
"Hnnngh?! ♥"
Her arousal-stiffened clit transmitted intense friction from her hand and the hot water straight to her brain,
and unable to bear it, a lewd moan escaped her lips, filling the bathroom.
"What? Sis, you okay? You sick or something?"
The cry was so loud it pierced even Ji-woo's headphones.
"Huh? Oh... no! The water's too hot. Hehe."
"You scared me! Thought you fell or something—it went right through my headphones."
Do-hwa flashed an awkward smile at the concerned Ji-woo, scratching her head.
Ji-woo nodded at Do-hwa insisting she was fine in that awkward pose,
but couldn't shake the feeling her roommate was off from usual.
Normally, she'd come home griping about whatever was tough that day.
But tonight, face flushed beet red, super late, making weird noises?
Ji-woo took off her headphones, furrowed her brows, started toward the showering Do-hwa,
hesitated, then plopped on the sofa to wait.
"Sis."
"Yeah? What?"
Do-hwa had finished showering and was drying her wet hair with a towel.
Ji-woo asked her.
"Dryer’s right there. You're gonna soak the floor."
"Huh? Oh... it's fine! Too lazy to plug it in."
Do-hwa always used the hair dryer on her long locks, but now just a towel—
because her sensitized senses from arousal couldn't handle it.
"You sure nothing's up? Your face is bright red."
"Work ran late. Just tired. I'll be fine after sleep."
Truth was, she didn't want to brush it off like that.
She wanted to beg for help right now.
Tell them a terrifyingly powerful villain had appeared, ask for aid.
She desperately wanted to say it.
"You must not tell anyone about what happened until now.
> Even if you want to, you won't be able to."
Combatant No. 505's parting words became another shackle,
robbing her even of speech as she wished.
But she couldn't just sit idly by.
The crisis—unable to control her ability, actions, or words—remained unchanged.
Yet she was a hero protecting the city and its people.
One of the top forces among heroes, at that.
Do-hwa thought for a moment, then asked Ji-woo something.
"Ji-woo, you got anything tomorrow night?"
"Nah. Why?"
"Wanna hit up a PC bang tomorrow night?"
"PC bang? Out of nowhere?"
Ji-woo looked mildly shocked at Do-hwa's sudden suggestion.
Everything Do-hwa did was hero work, workouts, and meals—those three.
She barely gamed or surfed the web, so suggesting a PC bang was shocking.
"Yeah? Just... watching you game all the time, it looked kinda fun."
"Huh? This? This trash game?"
The game Ji-woo played was infamous among gamers for its wild balance,
yet insanely addictive and wildly popular: War of Champions.
Control your champion, slay enemy champions, neutral monsters, and raze the enemy base—
a classic AOS genre game.
"You wanna play this? Sis, you even know how to hold a mouse?"
Do-hwa bristled at Ji-woo's primitive-man treatment.
Sure, she ignored the internet and computers,
but she knew basics like emailing or portal sites.
Though to Ji-woo, it'd look childish.
"Jeez... what wind blew this in? Fine. I'm free tomorrow evening too."
"Great! Meet outside then. In front of Seonnam University."
The alley where Combatant No. 505 had forced himself on her—and where the hotel he'd ordered her to at 10 p.m. tomorrow was nearby.
Not too far from their Hero Union HQ dorm either,
so Ji-woo nodded okay.
"Don't get mad and yell if I explain slow, okay?"
"No promises... but I'll try."