Chapter 6 - Angering the Amazon Queen (2)
“No! I’m telling you, I never did anything weird!”
At the nearby police station, Min Eunjeong slammed her fist on the desk in front of the female officer sitting across from her, her voice rising in outrage. Thanks to her hand strength—100 times that of a normal person—the desk cracked with a sharp creeeak under the repeated blows.
“Calm down first, ma’am—or actually, just try to relax. Can you give me your address and contact info?”
“Why should I? I didn’t do anything! Why are you treating me like a criminal already?!”
“We’re not treating you like a criminal. You know about the new law, right? If a report comes directly from a child, you have to wear an electronic ankle monitor for a week. So, please leave your address and contact details.”
The officer stared at her with cold, contemptuous eyes. To think she’d try to lay hands on a kid that small. And she’s a respected hero, no less.
Min Eunjeong was on the verge of losing her mind under that icy gaze. Was it okay to treat someone like trash based on just one testimony? Especially when that someone was one of the most admired figures in society!
Their thoughts clashed like that.
“Ms. Min Eunjeong?”
“Argh! I didn’t even touch him—why do I have to wear that thing?! You know this’ll end my hero career if it gets out to the press!”
“That’s not something we can help with. We’re just following orders from above. If you want to file a complaint, go through the proper channels. You can appeal now, you know?”
“Aaaargh!”
Min Eunjeong clawed at her hair in agony. As a hero who handled more villains than most of her rank, she was far more famous than her peers. Her neighborhood was even called the “Min Eunjeong Zone,” where house prices were noticeably higher. She was at the pinnacle of hero popularity.
So if word got out that she was wearing an ankle monitor... her career was done for. She had every reason to be hypersensitive.
It’s all that little brat’s fault!
Min Eunjeong glared at the foreign kid lounging on the police station sofa, eating the ice cream the cops had given him while eyeing her. She couldn’t believe they’d let the so-called “suspect” and “victim” sit this close, but that wasn’t important. The boy’s expression was utterly infuriating.
“Kek.”
A sneer! A blatant sneer aimed right at her! As she wallowed in her predicament, the boy smirked mockingly, laughing at her.
That little shit!
Min Eunjeong wanted to charge over, pin the annoying brat down, and make him pay for daring to mock her. She wasn’t a pedo—she kept telling herself that—but after dealing with a kid this irritating, even a devout nun might want to discipline him with her pussy.
Just strip his pants off and...
Her mind wandered to dangerous fantasies about the boy grinning at her. She imagined giving him a proper lesson: throwing him onto the bed, stripping off his shirt and pants... then sucking his cute little cock—hard from her voluptuous body—slurp slurp until it throbbed. Then straddling his tiny frame, shoving that dick inside her! He wouldn’t cum from it, but watching his agonized face would feel so good. Riding him back and forth, grinding until fresh boy-cum spurted from that young cock in pathetic squirts.
Heh heh... just imagining it gets me wet.
If she got pregnant, she’d have him chained to her life forever. Wasn’t that delicious? A boy that young, suffering under her for eternity. His pretty face would grow into a handsome man’s. Ruining a life so much younger than hers... it made her blissfully happy. Thoughts more suited to a villain than a hero.
Min Eunjeong didn’t dwell on it.
“Ms. Min Eunjeong? If you keep refusing, we’ll call the enforcement officer to put it on you by force.”
“Okay, fine! I’ll wear it! Just one week, right?”
“Yes, though it could change depending on your attitude, ma’am.”
The officer glanced between Min Eunjeong’s legs as she spoke. Her gym leggings were soaked with sticky fluid, darkening the gray fabric.
“Tch.”
“Th-this is just... a natural bodily function!”
“Sigh, whatever. Extend your ankle first. We’ll get the monitor on.”
Under the officer’s even more contemptuous glare, Min Eunjeong could only submit meekly, extending her ankle to accept the unjust punishment.
I finally wrapped up the police questioning after night had fully fallen.
“Fuck...”
Today had been a shitshow for me. Misfortune comes in chains, huh? Already stressed from lack of sleep, and now this. What the hell did I do wrong?
It’s all that brat’s fault.
He must’ve been sent by someone.
That sly face, lying without a twitch. Someone sent an assassin to slander me, obviously.
Ostel’s kids, maybe? Trying to ruin my social standing so I can’t hero anymore?
That seemed likely. Or maybe...
That damn bitch, jealous of my recent award, cooked this up.
First, I need to track down that brat.
No matter what, I had to find out who sent him. Lock him in the basement for a little “chat,” and he’d spill the mastermind quick.
I’ll make him pay for fucking with me.
He was probably still lurking around my house, day or night. If I went now, he’d be there.
Creeeak.
Lost in those thoughts, I arrived home at my familiar, cozy place. Ugh, so tired... straight to bed...
Sleep first, think later...
Too much bullshit today; I was exhausted. With a week of mental torture ahead, I needed a solid night’s rest. Annoying! Why me? Whoever sent him, I’d crush them—leave ’em in a wheelchair forever.
I flung myself onto the bed to melt away the piled-up fatigue.
“Meeeooowwww!”
From outside the window, a ear-piercing cat yowl shattered the air, loud as hell. The glass vibrated like a drum.
“Ugh!”
I couldn’t take the noise. My ears had superhuman hearing, and lying down to unwind made it hit even harder, piling on the stress.
That little fucker! Perfect timing. Let’s end this tonight.
Catch that mangy “Oscar,” give him a beating, and make him rat out his boss.
I bolted up, threw on a coat haphazardly, and rushed to the front door.
“Urgh!”
Then—something slammed my eardrums like a hammer. A stabbing pain shot through my skull, shaking my brain.
“Wh-what the...?”
Tough as I was to pain, the sudden vertigo dropped me to my knees. A Unique Ability attack?
I scanned around. The dark living room—lights off—but my night vision was top-tier. Focus, and it was brighter than day.
Rustle.
Presence!
Snuck in beforehand? How’d I miss it? Anyway, I spotted it now—time to reveal yourself.
I stood and aimed a kick at the source.
“Urk!”
...Or tried to. Before my foot connected, my balance failed. I collapsed like a spinning top out of juice.
And my ears—they throbbed like they’d burst. My eardrums held thanks to super durability, but the agony was real.
What the hell? What’s happening to my body?
Losing balance probably from ear issues. So, an ability targeting hearing.
Finally showing your true colors, huh.
Attacking now, when I was sleep-deprived and off-peak. Sneaky bastards.
“Phew, I was tense ’cause you’re a B-rank superhuman, but you’re not that impressive.”
A voice from the shadows—tone and pitch I’d heard today.
“Right, Amazon Queen?”
“Y-you!”
The cat boy! No, that Oscar fucker! He had a Unique Ability too?! Kids these days awakened young, huh?
“Why do you supers pick these hero names? Your parents gave you a perfectly good one.”
The boy chuckled like an old man, stepping closer to my crumpled form. He drew a gleaming kitchen knife from his pocket.
“They said your body’s 100 times tougher than a normal person’s, right? Hmm... so, 100 stabs to kill you?”
Shunk! The blade plunged straight for my throat.
I jerked back just in time, dodging the deep embed—but it would’ve been fatal otherwise.
What the—how’s a kid this precise with a knife?!
Assassin-level skill, trained somewhere. As I thought—a villain group sent to kill me?
I wiped the blood trickling from my neck.
“What, not quite 100x durable? Or maybe vital spots like the carotid aren’t as tough.”
“...”
“Haha, love that face. Can’t see it great in the dark, but you’re probably scowling hard.”
Superhuman. Long time since I heard that word. Reminded me of awakening my ability. How’d a kid this young spit such loaded terms?
I staggered up, world spinning like I was blackout drunk. But superhuman grit kept me standing.
“You’re not leaving this house unscathed.”
“Eh, after a good stabbing spree, you’ll be a bloody mess anyway.”
The boy charged at me.