Chapter 8: Fallen into Sex Slavery (1)
An unfamiliar ceiling stares down at me. Layers upon layers of white board panels, blotched with black stains... I kick off the covers and shoot upright in bed.
The blanket slips down to the floor, but I ignore it, trying to swing my legs out—
"Ugh!"
My head... it throbs like it's about to split open. Did I hit it when I fell? No, that bitch smothered me with her disgusting tits until I blacked out. That's why it hurts.
"Hah, damn it!"
I lost. Completely, utterly, with no excuses. And I had the upper hand, too. What the hell went wrong?
I clearly saw her ears bleeding from my Sensory Amplification ability...
Normally, that much blood from the ears means severe damage from extreme noise. That volume of bleeding signals exposure to sound levels that could kill.
But she was fine.
She was alive, moving, even speaking clearly without slurring. Her brain wasn't damaged. So Min Eunjeong took my ability head-on... and at some point, shrugged it off like nothing.
How? If she's just a hundred times stronger than a normal person, does that mean she's got a hundred times the resistance to unique abilities?
"No way."
There is no such thing as resistance to unique abilities. Just like no one is naturally immune to fire—unique abilities hold absolute destructive power over ordinary people. That's why superhumans are so overwhelmingly strong against normals. Sure, among themselves, there's matchups and strengths and weaknesses, but a regular body can't beat them.
So Min Eunjeong, who's only a little—no, a lot—stronger than a normal person, couldn't possibly resist a unique ability.
I don't get it. First things first, where the hell am I?
Looking around, it resembles a prison infirmary: IV drip, bed, and handcuffs locked tight around my wrists. My throat feels constricted—probably a collar around my neck, too. Definitely handed over to some jail or holding cell.
Does this sector even have a criminal rehabilitation center?
Did the central government get me?
The charges? With a B-rank hero's testimony, they could fabricate anything. And if they search the house where I went berserk or examine my body, they'll quickly confirm I'm a superhuman.
Attempted superhuman murder, maybe? Probably around ten years.
I'm legally an adult by my real age, so prison's unavoidable. Ten years or so? I don't know the sentencing guidelines in the Northeast Asia sector, but a few years at least.
Still, not bad.
I'm alive. I tried to kill a superhuman and lived. How lucky is that? It's no small thing. It means I have another chance. Another chance means...
I can fix my weaknesses.
People learn from mistakes. Only con artists claim they've never failed. Even monkeys fall from trees—humans too. With this Status Window, a cheat ability that rivals the best unique powers, I can climb to the top.
Hm, anyway, is this a solitary cell? Pretty spacious for just me.
A single bed in an oddly vast room. It feels unrealistically large for a cell.
-Creaaaaak
As I huddle under the blanket like a castaway in the desert, the door swings open.
"What? You're already up? I was planning to squeeze you unconscious for three days straight."
Red-haired woman. Min Eunjeong... Did she come to taunt me? What a filthy temper. Bitch like a rabid dog.
"Get out."
"Kekeke, no need to be so stiff. Considering what's coming, you'd be better off acting cute and sweet to me."
She's already closed in, poking my nose with her finger. Infuriated by the rudeness, I activate my ability inwardly to screw her over. You fucking bitch, let's see you writhe with your ears bleeding.
I grind my teeth inside and mutter the activation.
Sensory Amplification: hearing, radius 10 meters, ratio— Uuugh!
My head—my head stings like it's being drilled! A crushing pain, like an invisible band squeezing my skull!
I writhe like a gut-shot patient, shaking my head. In this despair that brings tears to my eyes—
Keukkeuk— laughter echoes. I look over.
Min Eunjeong stares at me, face red like it's about to burst.
I realize instantly she's the cause.
"You!"
"Puhaha! What now, our cute little 'villain'? Trying to use that fancy unique ability again? You think I'm an idiot who wouldn't prepare countermeasures?"
My ability—my unique ability won't activate! And damn it, my head feels like it's exploding!
Someone sealed my unique ability while I was out!
A unique ability that seals other unique abilities. It inflicts instant brain damage on use. Fucking hell, what a dirty trick.
"How many superhumans do you think there are in this country? Go to any maternity ward—most babies are born with unique abilities."
Min Eunjeong ruffles my hair roughly and continues.
"Out of them, how many heroes can counter villain tricks? Abilities don't overlap exactly, but similar ones? Tons."
Fine, just get that smug fucking grin out of my face, you cunt! I want to punch her, but I'm scared it'll crack my skull, so I hold back.
"Anyway, I'm assuming that tiny brain of yours gets it. Lots to tell you, but skipping details. First off, you're officially a villain now!"
She beams innocently as she drops the bomb. Yeah, thanks a bunch. No need to spell it out.
"And! From now on, I decide your treatment."
"What?"
"Heroes have summary execution rights. Kill or capture villains on the spot. That's why we get legal certifications."
Like she's some judge. Come to think of it, that Inspector bitch did something similar. Are superhumans above the law? Past or present, they trample human rights.
"I could kill you right now... but that'd be a waste, right? Can't just off a cute boy like you."
"Thanks a lot, you fucking bitch. Aagh, shit, fuuuck! My, my heeead!"
"Yeah, super grateful, huh? So, you'll live at my place and serve me from now on."
Me, in a maid outfit cleaning? Better than prison, I guess. Though I hate guys in kitchens.
"Haha, that face—you don't get it. You're fucked. Know why male villains don't hit the news lately?"
Thinking back, while gathering data, there were plenty of male heroes but few male villains—mostly female ones. I figured it was because women are generally stronger...
"Hoo, hoo... N-no, don't wanna kn-know..."
"You better listen. All heroes have absolute summary rights over villains who break the law. But we can also own captured villains."
Own...? What the hell is this, the 23rd century? Not like the 18th, selling people as slaves!
I gape at her in shock.
"Hahaha, when a male villain with a dick shows up, heroes swarm like flies. They check the face—'Oh, this one's hot'—"
Lick. Min Eunjeong slowly, greedily licks my face. Sticky saliva drips down.
"—and devour him deliciously. I was unlucky, never even saw one. Hehe, my lucky day."
"I-I'm suing the Human Rights Commission..."
"Human Rights? In a world of 20 billion, with 400 million crammed on this tiny peninsula—who gives a shit about villain rights? Huh?"
Mistake. Touching this woman was a huge mistake! I got cocky with my ability and lit the fuse on a bomb!
"Ahh, can't hold back—gonna fuck you right here. You're making my mouth and pussy drool. What're you gonna do?"
"Mouth and pussy...?"
I glance down slowly. Water drips from under her skirt hem, pooling on the floor.
"Wha-wha?!"
"Come here!"
"D-don't, stop!"
Min Eunjeong climbs atop me on the bed, pins my hands effortlessly, and rips my patient gown open with a rrrip, exposing my pale skin.
"Stooop!"
"Hehe, nice crying voice. But no one's coming. This patient room's soundproofed solid."
Smooch, smooooch!
Her tongue invades fiercely, tangling with mine. My feeble strength can't push out that twenty-something-centimeter red slug. It wriggles like an earthworm in rain, churning my mouth.
"Mmph! Hmph, ugh!"
"Mm, slurp, mmm, haa, haaa..."
I'm an adult in age but look like a kid, yet she devours my lips without hesitation. Squish, squish... Her hands knead my body like dough, sating her lust thoroughly.
"Pwah, you're a virgin, right? Huh? No way you got fucked somewhere. Right?"
"Ugh!"
"Well, I'll check myself... So, shall we unwrap it?"
Min Eunjeong's face lights up like a kid opening Christmas presents early. She glances around, then brings her face to my pants.
-Sliiiide
She slowly pulls down my patient pants. The fabric brushes my thighs unpleasantly.
"Fuck! You bitch! Don't pull my pants down!"
I scream and thrash to shake off her lewd hands, but she yanks them down relentlessly.
The moment my cock springs free—
"Eh...?"
-Thud
It was too massive to call a dick. Longer than an eel, thicker than a snake. A fantasy author might compare it to a dragon. Anyway...
...it was enough to turn the woman—who'd worn the sluttiest expression moments ago—into a proper lady instantly.
Min Eunjeong just gawked at my cock, stunned, clutching her head.
What the... is this my dick?
I, too, stared at the throbbing monster, dumbfounded. My cock was small, matching my build, when I showered. But the moment she stimulated it, it swelled massively, like dried seaweed soaked in water.
"N-no way, this is a real... dick? Th-then all those videos... were fake?"
The self-proclaimed Amazon Queen, Min Eunjeong, pointed shakily at it, trembling. Her babbling was utterly unfamiliar.
"He, hehe... A dick, yeah. No such thing as fake dicks in this world. Right... yeah..."
She quietly pulls my pants back up. Her predatory expression calms, her movements still.
"Let's go to my house..."
She whispers softly, almost anxiously, like I'm about to vanish.