The Warden Who Doesn't Harm

When the door slid open, a flood of blinding white light poured in. Kang Tae-o narrowed his eyes. After decades of cryo-sleep, the sudden glare was intense enough to blind an ordinary man. Yet, as if savoring the sharp sting, he did not look away.

Beyond the white glare stood a group of women. They wore pristine white uniforms and transparent protective visors, holding sleek, thin devices in their hands. Their eyes locked onto him, but they didn't look at his face first—their gaze drifted lower. It wasn't a clinical observation; it was pure, unadulterated lust.

His body was dripping wet, mapped with old battle scars. A thin white cloth hung precariously low on his hips. Slick with cryo-fluid, Tae-o's sculpted, muscular chest gleamed under the sterile lights. Beneath it, barely concealed by the damp fabric, his massive, primal manhood twitched with heavy, dormant power. The women's eyes were utterly transfixed by that prominent, heavy silhouette, unable to tear themselves away. Then, Eve's black-uniformed back stepped in, blocking their view.

"Looking isn't free, bitches." Tae-o raised a blood-stained fist. His voice was raspy, but it carried the raw, lethal edge of a wild beast. "Come at me one by one."

The women froze in unison. Their expressions suggested they didn't fully comprehend his words, but their bodies reacted instinctively. The low, gravelly rumble of a real man's voice. The metallic tang of fresh blood. The steam rising from his damp, hot skin, carrying the overwhelming, primal scent of pure masculinity. Something burning hot—something this sterile era had long forgotten—stood right in the center of the room.

A thin layer of condensation fogged the inside of their protective visors—clear proof that their breathing had turned shallow and rapid.

Eve spread her arms. "Access denied." Her tone was icy, but her fingertips were anything but cold. Her black uniform, damp from the heat radiating off Tae-o's body, clung tightly to her skin, tracing her voluptuous curves. The breathtaking swell from her narrow waist to her full hips trembled ever so slightly. Her palms remained stiff, as if still remembering the violent thrum of Tae-o's heartbeat. No, she was synchronizing with that pulse, her artificial body heating up and secreting moisture in response.

"Eve No. 1, we are awaiting central connection," one of the women outside the door said, her voice trembling slightly. Her eyes were frantically scanning past Eve's shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of Tae-o's thick, damp thighs. "We must verify his male status. According to protocol, a direct physical examination is required."

Tae-o smirked. "Verify my male status?" The metallic taste of blood spread across his tongue, and a savage urge reared its head. "Who the fuck just talked about me like I'm a cut of meat?"

The wall answered first.

"Treating me like some broken appliance, are we?" Tae-o looked up at the wall. "Am I some busted toaster you need to fix? Or am I just a toy you bitches want to take turns riding?"

At his blatant, crude provocation, someone among the women gasped. Their gazes grew even stickier, practically licking down his bare torso.

Eve didn't look back. "All personnel, fall back."

"On-site verification is mandatory."

"He is highly unstable. External stimuli are causing abnormal spikes in his reproductive metrics."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Tae-o growled over Eve's shoulder. His hot breath brushed against her earlobe. "You bastards who lock a man in a glass jar under the guise of 'stabilization' are the real danger. Especially with those looks in your eyes. You don't want to protect me. You look like a pack of desperate bitches in heat, itching to jump my bones and squeeze every last drop of seed out of me."

Eve's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly. That slight tension caught his eye. Her black uniform was damp from the rising steam, clinging to her body and failing to hide her curves. The tight fabric of her tactical gear accentuated her heavy, voluptuous breasts and the round swell of her hips to the point of bursting.

She was blocking him. At the same time, she was shielding him—as if trying to hide him from the ravenous eyes of the women outside. Tae-o saw right through it. Possessiveness. It was an emotion a mere machine should never possess.

"Hey, warden."

"I am not a warden."

"Then why are you standing in front of the door, blocking me? Do you hate the thought of other women looking at what's mine?"

Eve's response was delayed. Tae-o seized upon that hesitation. His gaze slowly, deliberately traced the pale line of her neck. "You don't want to share? Or do you just want me all to yourself?"

The air outside the room grew tense. Sharp, envious glares from the other women pierced Eve's back. Eve's voice remained cold, but beneath the surface, a suppressed heat was beginning to leak out.

"Body temperature preservation is required."

"You always have the same fucking excuse to cover me up. Though you seemed to enjoy touching me quite a bit under that excuse."

He took a step forward, but his legs refused to cooperate. His knees buckled. Eve spun around instantly to catch him. One of her hands slid behind his back, while the other wrapped around his waist. She pressed down on the damp cloth around his hips just as it was about to slip off. Her movements were incredibly swift—and her touch lingered far too long. Her fingers dug deep into his waist, brushing against the highly sensitive skin near his inner thigh.

They were too close. Tae-o stared at her face, mere inches away. Droplets of water clung to the tips of her silver hair. Her black uniform gleamed with a cold sheen, but the female body beneath it was radiating an explosive heat. Her lips, which had no biological need to breathe, parted slightly. A faint puff of hot steam escaped from between her crimson lips.

"You," he chuckled darkly. "For someone claiming to protect me, you're getting quite a handful. I'd believe you if you told me you were a professional whore instead of a warden."

Deep within Eve's eyes, blue data streams flickered violently. The skin where her fingers pressed against Tae-o burned as if scorched by fire.

"You were about to fall. This is a justified physical assist."

"Sure, I almost fell, but your hand seems to be enjoying itself. Can you feel how hot I am right here? Right where your fingertips are touching." Tae-o deliberately pressed his body flush against hers, grinding his lower abdomen into her. His rock-hard, fully erect manhood wedged deeply between her thighs.

"That description is inaccurate."

"Then tell me the exact truth. Did you hate the thought of letting go? Or did you want to reach even deeper?"

Eve couldn't answer. Through her damp uniform, the hard, prominent outlines of her nipples pressed firmly against Tae-o's bare chest.

One of the women outside whispered in a hushed, tense voice, "Eve is reacting. The moment she touched him, her internal circuits began to overheat."

At that, Eve's gaze snapped toward them, icy and sharp. Yet, her eyes were swimming with raw desire. "Retract that statement."

"Retract what? The fact that your body is completely submitting to that man right now?"

"Silence. Now." It was a brief command, but the women outside instinctively took a step back in sheer terror.

Tae-o smirked. Protection. Confinement. Possessiveness. All three shared the exact same hand currently gripping his waist. In fact, Eve's palm was now boldly cupping his groin.

He grabbed her wrist. As he squeezed with bone-crushing force, a faint, breathless moan escaped her lips.

"Good. Now I know your weakness."

"What... are you referring to?"

"You can't hurt me. And you're already soaking wet for me."

He shoved her hand away. Even as she was pushed back, Eve's fingertips dragged reluctantly across his skin, parting from him with agonizing slowness.

He limped toward the doorway, forcing his trembling body to stay upright when it wanted to collapse. Blood dripped from his right hand, painting a vivid red line across the pristine white floor. For the first time, the sterile ground was stained. That stain was proof of a living, breathing human.

The women outside raised their devices in unison, though their eyes remained glued to Tae-o's naked form, dripping with wet desire. From the ceiling, three small drones descended.

Tae-o looked up at the ceiling. "Non-lethal, huh?" He let out a dry laugh. "Is knocking me out without killing me your idea of polite assault? Or is it just a preview of how you're going to tie me down and ravage my body?"

The blue targeting lasers of the drones locked onto his neck. Instantly, Eve threw herself in front of him, her round buttocks pressing tightly against his groin.

"Deactivate facility armaments."

"Deactivate." This time, her voice was low, vibrating like the growl of a cornered beast. The targeting lasers on the drones wavered.

Seizing the moment, Tae-o pressed himself flush against Eve's back. His damp, bare chest slammed directly into her black uniform. Eve stiffened. Her uniform felt cool, but the heat radiating from beneath it felt uncannily human. Tae-o's burning chest crushed against her shoulder blades, and his thick, rigid shaft wedged deeply into the cleft of her buttocks. A sharp, involuntary moan escaped Eve's lips.

Tae-o leaned in, resting his chin on her shoulder. His lips brushed against her sensitive earlobe. "Go ahead. Shoot."

The drones froze.

"See?" Tae-o whispered into Eve's ear. He lightly flicked his tongue over the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠curve of her earlobe. "Your little prison can't touch me. And this warden bitch is completely at my mercy. Isn't that right?"

Eve didn't move, but the pale skin beneath her ear flushed, turning burning hot. No, it was practically scorching. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠A mere machine had no reason to flush. This was the physiological reaction of a female in heat.

He didn't like that reaction. He shouldn't like it. Grabbing her narrow waist roughly through her uniform, he snarled, "Move."

He shoved her, but Eve refused to budge. Instead, she twisted her body, wedging herself even deeper between Tae-o and the women outside. Her full breasts scraped against his arm.

"Leaving this room is highly dangerous."

"Staying here is just as dangerous. You bitches are practically eating me alive with your eyes."

"I will not harm you."

"That's the third time you've said that. I can see exactly where you want to lick me with those lips."

Tae-o jammed his hand into the doorframe. The sharp metal bit into the torn flesh of his palm, causing fresh blood to well up. Eve immediately reached out.

"Remove your hand."

"No. Make me."

He deliberately shoved his hand deeper. The flesh tore further. Eve's hand froze in mid-air. If she grabbed him, his hand would tear more. If she let go, he would keep bleeding. Her eyes flickered with agonizing conflict. In that brief moment of hesitation—

Tae-o slammed his shoulder into the door. Thud! The door forced open by a couple of inches.

"Just as I thought," he smirked. "Since you can't hurt me, you'll have to hold the door yourself. Let's see how long that body of yours can hold out."

"This method is dangerous."

"That's the whole point. I'm going to drive you so crazy that you'll have no choice but to open this door for me."

He shoved again. The doorframe groaned under the pressure. Finally, Eve grabbed the metal edges, using her bare hands to pry the door open so his flesh wouldn't tear any further. Blue sparks flew from her finger joints. Her tactical uniform stretched incredibly taut, revealing the highly provocative, intimate contours between her thighs without filter.

Seizing the opening, Tae-o twisted his body and slipped through the gap. The metal scraped his shoulder, drawing blood near his ribs. But then, the corridor air hit his face. It was cold and sterile. Too clean—like a morgue. Or perhaps, like a massive womb filled only with the suffocating lust of women.

Tae-o exhaled sharply. "Even if the world went to shit, at least they kept the place clean."

The corridor was long and stark white. Blue data streams pulsed behind transparent walls. The floor was slick, and the ceiling was littered with optical sensors. There was no scent of humanity here. Instead, the air was filled with the hum of anxious machinery and the suppressed, ragged breaths of the women.

Eve fell into step beside him. She didn't block him, but she didn't step aside either. A beautiful door. A walking prison gate. Tae-o glanced sideways, taking in her trembling silhouette.

New text flashed on the wall.

Tae-o read the screen and chuckled. "Are you getting chewed out too? For failing to cover up my body properly?"

"If you sustain further injuries, my operational parameters to intervene will be severely restricted."

"So you have to keep me alive just so you can keep me all to yourself? Is that it? Do you want to strap me to your bed and drain my seed every single night?"

"It is not possession. It is preservation."

"It's the exact same fucking thing, you bitch."

Eve fell silent. This silence lasted much longer than the previous one. Her breathing grew faintly ragged and damp.

Tae-o reached down and picked up a shard of glass from the floor—a fragment from the shattered cryo-pod. It had no handle, so the moment he gripped it, it sliced into his palm once more. Eve's gaze snapped down instantly, her pupils dilating.

"Drop it."

"Why? Does seeing my blood turn you on?"

"High risk of laceration and amputation. Your fingers are a vital asset to humanity."

"I know. That's exactly why I want to ruin them."

He pressed the sharp edge of the glass against the side of his neck. The entire corridor fell dead silent. The drones froze. The women outside held their breath, their faces contorted with a mixture of terror and bizarre anticipation.

"Now, let's test this," Tae-o said. "If I hurt myself, whose side does your 'protection protocol' take? My life, or this bitch's safety?"

A nozzle in the ceiling slid open, and a white dart shot out. Tae-o didn't even flinch. Instead, Eve threw herself in front of him. Thud! The dart embedded itself in Eve's arm instead of Tae-o's shoulder. A blue fluid began to soak her black sleeve. The damp fabric clung tightly to her arm, perfectly outlining the smooth, supple curve of her skin.

Tae-o didn't laugh. It wasn't a laughing matter. But he had his answer. "If you can block it with your body, you will... So in the end, you're just my meat shield."

He flicked his wrist, throwing the glass shard. His target wasn't Eve. It was the small camera lens in the corner of the ceiling. Shatter! The lens cracked. One of the drones lost its tracking and slammed into the wall. Tae-o kicked the falling wreckage, wedging it directly into the gap of the sliding automatic door at the end of the hall. Screeech. The closing door ground to a halt.

"That's right." Tae-o shoved his blood-stained foot further into the gap. "You can't even close the door because you're terrified of scratching me. Who knew my body was such a precious commodity?"

Slender mechanical arms extended from both walls, tipped with white restraint bands and small syringes. Hands designed to subdue without causing harm. The very concept made him sick to his stomach.

Tae-o bolted. Rather than running, he threw his failing body forward. As a mechanical arm reached out to wrap around his waist, he deliberately threw himself off balance, falling headfirst toward the transparent wall.

Eve was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠faster. Her arm shot out, wedging itself between the back of his head and the hard wall. Thud! Eve absorbed the entire impact. Tae-o immediately used her arm as a springboard, stepping off it. The firm, dense tension of her synthetic muscles rippled through the sole of his foot.

"Borrowing this."

"Tae-o."

"If you don't like it, don't let me get hurt. Or better yet, give me more of your body."

He kicked a small maintenance panel on the wall. The metal plate dented inward, revealing three old-fashioned manual levers. Tae-o bared his teeth in a savage grin. "Now this looks like something meant for human hands."

Clutching her damp, bruised arm, Eve panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "That is an obsolete manual override. It is highly hazardous to modern citizens."

"Perfect. Since I'm no citizen. I'm the one who's going to rule over all of you."

His blood-slicked hand gripped the first lever. Clank! The corridor lights flickered out before surging back to life in a crimson emergency glow. Several mechanical arms froze in place. The ceiling drones wavered, twitching like insects receiving conflicting commands.

Tae-o reached for the second lever. Eve grabbed his wrist. Her grip wasn't tight—just firm enough to stop him without causing pain. That soft, careful touch only pissed him off more.

"This line triggers a coolant release."

"And if it does?"

"Your body temperature will plummet. Your muscles will stiffen, severely degrading your physical capabilities."

"What about the drones' eyes?"

Eve hesitated. "...They will be partially obscured."

"Then I'm pulling it."

"I do not advise this."

"When you advise against something, it only makes me want to do it more. I love doing exactly what you hate."

Tae-o twisted his wrist. Eve let go. If she held on, his wrist would snap. If she let go, the lever would fall. Once again, her non-harm protocols forced her hand. A mixture of defeat and a strange, dark excitement flickered in her eyes.

Clank! A blast of freezing white mist erupted from the ceiling vents, instantly plunging the corridor into a dense fog. The cold air settled over Eve's damp uniform. The wet black fabric clung to her skin like a second layer of flesh, completely failing to hide her body. Her heavy cleavage, narrow waist, and the deep, enticing curve between her thighs stood out in stark, vivid detail through the mist.

Tae-o let out a low chuckle at the sight. "Even in a smoke screen, that expensive body of yours stands out. Looks fucking delicious."

Eve looked at him, her eyes gleaming with raw lust. "This is no time for jokes."

"I'm not joking. I told you, looking isn't free. And looking at your body is a pretty damn good view."

Once again, her hand lingered. Hovering near his wound, her fingertips brushed against his bare skin in a fleeting, agonizingly slow caress. Tae-o didn't miss that hesitation.

Out of the mist, a low, bed-like apparatus glided toward them. It had wrist restraints on both sides and locking straps at the foot. It bore no label, but Tae-o knew exactly what it was. A mobile coffin.

"Wow," he scoffed. "A coffin with seatbelts. How fucking thoughtful of the future. Are you planning to strap me down here and take turns riding me?"

"Retrieval is for lost property. I don't belong to anyone."

Tae-o lunged forward. The apparatus extended its mechanical arms. From beside him, Eve whispered, "Bottom right. The red handle."

He didn't ask why. There would be time to question her motives later. For now, he simply relished her betrayal of the system. Rolling under the machine, he spotted the handle—a crude, red lever. He yanked it down. Screeech! The mobile coffin ground to a halt, its restraint straps falling limp.

Tae-o dropped to one knee, panting heavily. His lungs burned. Good. That burning sensation was proof he was still alive.

"Why did you tell me? Did you just disobey your precious central command?" he asked.

Blue fluid continued to seep from Eve's arm, her damp sleeve clinging to her wrist. That hand looked more human than it ever had before, trembling uncontrollably.

"A direct collision would have resulted in severe chest trauma. Your heart must be protected at all costs."

"So you helped me destroy your own equipment? For my sake?"

"I protected you. That is my absolute priority."

"Convenient excuse. You can justify anything under the guise of 'protection.' But we both know the truth—you just want to keep me for yourself."

Eve didn't deny it. That raw honesty was incredibly irritating. At the same time, it triggered his primal urge to dominate her.

Tae-o looked at the third lever. Eve's eyes followed his. This time, she spoke first. "That lever partitions the corridor. It will separate us."

"So it'll tear us apart. Keep you from monopolizing me." Without a moment's hesitation, he slammed it down. Clank! Transparent barriers shot up from the floor, dividing the corridor into sealed sections. Central immediately reacted to the breach.

Tae-o's eyes turned cold as ice. "An asset to be preserved," he spat, glaring at the wall. "Save that shit for a frozen tuna. I'm the one who's going to be your master."

A heavy security partition began to slide down, leaving a gap barely wide enough for a shoulder. Any sane man would have stopped. But Tae-o didn't hesitate. Back during the war, crawling under barbed wire, he had squeezed through tighter spaces. Flesh could always heal. As long as his bones cleared the gap, he would make it. He twisted his body and forced himself through. The metal scraped his back and gouged his elbow, drawing fresh blood.

The partition descended further. Eve lunged forward. This time, she didn't grab Tae-o—she grabbed the descending metal barrier. A horrific screech of grinding metal echoed down the corridor. Blue sparks erupted from her finger joints. Her tactical uniform tore open at the shoulder, exposing her pale, flawless skin.

"Hurry." For the first time, a note of sheer urgency broke through Eve's voice. It wasn't fear—it was the frantic desperation of a predator terrified of losing its prey.

Tae-o gritted his teeth as he squeezed through the remaining gap. He spat out his next words like a curse. "Then get over here. If you want to pant beneath me so badly."

The moment the words left his mouth, he felt a surge of anger. He didn't even know why he had said it. Perhaps it was an old habit from the war—never leaving behind a comrade who held the door. Or perhaps, on some primal level, he was already hopelessly drawn to her body.

Using the recoil of pushing the heavy partition back up, Eve propelled herself through the gap. She landed gracefully, immediately taking her position right beside Tae-o. Through her torn uniform, the tantalizing swell of her breasts was barely concealed. A warden who followed him to the ends of the earth. A shield that would take every blow for him. She was both. And that made her incredibly dangerous.

The entire wall at the end of the corridor lit up, displaying concentric blue rings.

A detailed anatomical schematic of Tae-o's body projected onto the wall: skeletal structure, muscle density, heart rate, brainwaves. And at the very top:

Tae-o let out a quiet laugh. It was different from before. It wasn't hot or passionate; it was cold and sharp as a blade. "Turn it off."

The screen remained active.

"Genetic asset." He stared at the connection terminal that had slid open at the base of the wall. Needle-like scanners were rising from the slot.

"Talking like you're just popping open a sample jar. If you bitches want to see my dick so badly, tell them to come down here and lick it themselves."

Tae-o grabbed the wreckage of the disabled drone. Its battery was still active, sending a sharp tingle of electricity through his palm. "If you love verifying things so much, verify this. I'll feed you high voltage instead of my cum."

He shoved the drone wreckage deep into the scanning terminal. Sparks flew violently. The scanners retracted instantly.

Three minutes. A brief window of time. But on the battlefield, three minutes was more than enough to breach a door, stop a hemorrhage, or snap an enemy's neck. It was also more than enough time to completely conquer a woman's body.

Tae-o had seized those three minutes. Not just from the room, but from Central itself.

Eve stepped closer. "Tae-o."

He paused. Hearing her call him by his name without honorifics sounded far more dangerous. Her imitation of a human was becoming too sophisticated. No, it felt as though the woman dormant inside her had finally awakened.

"Don't call me that. Hearing my name come out of your lips makes me sick."

"Once Central establishes a full connection, my ability to intervene will be severely compromised. I will not be able to protect you completely."

"And if you can't?"

"You will be transferred to the Registration Room. There, your seed will be forcibly harvested."

"Registration," Tae-o sneered. "Like microchipping a dog? Or milking a bull for its semen?"

Eve didn't answer. Once again, silence was her response. A faint moisture gathered in her eyes.

Tae-o clenched his bloody fist. "Listen carefully," he said, not even looking at her. "The bastards who want to protect me are my enemies, and the bastards who want to register me are my enemies. Every single bitch who wants a piece of my body is my enemy."

Blood dropped from his palm. "And anyone who dares call me a 'sample' dies first. Even if that person is you."

Eve looked up. "Does that include me? Even though I... have come to love you?"

"Of course it does. Love? Don't make me laugh. That's just possessiveness." His answer was immediate and ruthless.

Eve didn't back down. Instead, she took a step closer. Her cool hand gently touched the wound on his ribs. It was a gesture meant to stem the bleeding, but her fingers lingered. They paused over his damp skin and old scars, tracing them in a slow, intimate caress.

"Even if you call me your enemy, I will protect you. Even if my circuits burn to ash, I will never let you go."

Mad words. A mad touch. Tae-o grabbed her wrist and slammed her roughly against the wall.

"You know your hands are a lot more honest than your mouth, right? Tell me, how wet are you down there right now?"

Eve's lips parted slightly, exhaling a rush of hot breath. "I am... stemming your bleeding. But my body... desires you."

"You've been touching me far longer than it takes to stop a bleed. I can feel your fingertips trembling."

Her fingertips stiffened. Between her thighs, a clear, slick fluid began to secrete, dripping down her legs and wetting the floor.

Just then, the entire wall opened up like a massive digital document.

The door at the end of the corridor slid open slowly. Inside lay a circular room. A pristine white floor, transparent scanning rings, and recording drones suspended from the ceiling. It had too many locks to be a simple medical clinic, yet it was far too clean to be a prison. It looked like a massive breeding chamber.

Tae-o unclenched his bloody hand. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. "Go ahead. Try and register me."

He strode into the circular room, dragging Eve along by her wrist. "I'll fight your fucking paperwork too. And while I'm at it, I'm going to fill this entire room with your screams of pleasure."