Sudden Mood Gate: Two Weeks of Records (7)
Squish. Squelch. Schluurp… “Hngh… Haah…♡”
She no longer even told him to stop. After more than an hour of relentless assault on her G-spot, Yeon-ha was walking while practically clinging to Tran Van Bao for support.
Botal Rabbit had always been a beacon of hope. A hero who was forever flashy, sparkling, and loud. She lived under the constant glare of the media, and the ones she faced were terrorists, villains, or grotesque humans and monsters. Human malice or the petty complaints of ordinary citizens? She had never spared them a glance, never even felt their weight.
That was why, in her mind, civilians and the weak were simply beings who needed protection. Nothing more.
Therefore… she did not know that the weak were not necessarily good. She had no idea how sticky and persistent the malice of the weak could be.
Schlick. Slurp. “Heuk♡!!”
Whenever she failed to react, Tran Van Bao would fire a tiny jolt. The current scraping across her G-spot and slamming into her uterine wall made Yeon-ha shudder violently as a small orgasm tore through her.
And when her legs gave out and she paused even for a second…
Smack! A slap landed on her ass.
“Hic♡!!”
“Why you walk so slow like dying snail? Miss Botal Rabbit, you decide to become breeding sow? Tran Van Bao is very disappointed. Tran Van Bao is hurting and scared person! Want go home right now!”
“I-I’m sorry♡!!”
“And?”
“I-I’ll talk without any zapping…! I-I love you, Master Tran Van Bao!”
How much farther until the end of this dungeon—no, this cramped, damp, filthy cave that barely deserved the name?
Yeon-ha bit her lip and kept moving. Drip. Drop. The trails of her arousal marked the path they had taken.
Her high-leg suit was completely crumpled in Tran Van Bao’s grip, now wedged deep between her cheeks and fully exposing her ass. Face burning scarlet, Yeon-ha kept her head bowed and silently endured his touch.
If Master Tran Van Bao’s mood soured even a little, the zaps would come instantly.
She didn’t even notice how her speech had shifted into pure honorifics. She simply tried to walk as expressionlessly as she could.
“This graffiti not done by Colossus. Who did it?”
“Hii♡! T-that’s…!”
“Gangnam Cum Restaurant, First Visit Free Promotion, Clean Your Dick Before Leaving, Pregnancy Random Box In Progress, Unlimited Touch Without Boyfriend Knowing?”
“Hngh…♡ Please stop… don’t say those things…♡”
“Never knew S-class hero Lady Botal Rabbit had hobbies like this. Tran Van Bao is very disappointed. You are walking cum rag?”
“N-no! T-this was forced on me…!”
“Forced? Who in world can force dirty writing on S-class hero’s ass?”
At Tran Van Bao’s words, Yeon-ha’s mouth clamped shut.
Logically, who in South Korea would dare forcibly scrawl obscene graffiti on the ass of an unwilling S-class hero? It was impossible, and she had no explanation to give.
When she stayed silent, Tran Van Bao roared and rained slaps across her backside.
Slap! Smack!
“You lewd hero! I trusted you would protect me on this mission! But turns out you only know how to whore out your body! Tran Van Bao is anxious!”
“N-no! I will protect you…♡ Hic♡!! D-don’t hit me…♡!!”
“Must punish you for using pussy so freely! This is Tran Van Bao’s religious belief! Women must be modest!”
Tran Van Bao laughed wickedly as he spanked her hard. Each time, it amused him to feel her cunt drool fresh juices and greedily suck at his fingers.
It was almost over. He was certain of it. This woman, this angelic woman, was nearly completely his.
The only thing left was deciding when and how to take her for the first time. Nothing else mattered.
To build a sustainable relationship, the first time could not be swept away by the heat of the moment. It needed to be intensely stimulating, addictive, and sticky. And above all, it had to be sex they both agreed to.
Of course he could simply shock her into a spectacular climax right here and fuck her while she was exhausted. But that would ruin everything. It would be like carefully developing a product only to let someone else enjoy the finished version.
It only had meaning if Botal Rabbit spread her own legs because she wanted it.
Having cornered her psychologically, the whip was no longer necessary. Relationships were always about taming with both carrot and stick, after all.
Schlick.
“Huk?!”
Tran Van Bao pulled his fingers from her pussy. He slipped the digits—glistening with hours of her nectar—into his mouth and sucked them clean. Yeon-ha’s face burned crimson as she desperately looked away.
He gently patted her ass, now flushed red from repeated spanking, and spoke.
“You worked hard. I trust you completely now. Even though Tran Van Bao acted so cruelly, you followed without single complaint. This is completely different from hero society that runs on power. As person to person, you are first Korean to ever respect Tran Van Bao.”
“M-Master Tran Van Bao…?”
“Therefore, I want to apologize. It pains me that I tormented kind and beautiful person like you all this time. But please understand. Tran Van Bao is weak and very scared. I threw tantrum at you in this terrifying place.”
“I-it’s okay! I’m an S-class hero, after all!”
Even as Tran Van Bao lowered himself, Yeon-ha continued addressing him with the utmost respect.
Head bowed, Tran Van Bao smiled a cold, white smile. The fact that the honorifics flowed naturally without him needing to threaten her cunt proved her psychological barriers had almost completely collapsed.
“So let us rest a little, then break through the gate quickly. Both you and I need to go home.”
“Yes! That sounds good…!”
When Tran Van Bao smiled brightly, Yeon-ha looked visibly relieved and smiled back.
They pitched a simple tent, laid out basic utensils, and continued their quiet conversation.
“Lady Botal Rabbit. Because I tormented you too long, your body is exhausted. I feel great responsibility. I only want to apologize to you.”
“B-but you don’t have to worry! An S-class hero shouldn’t get tired from just this much…”
“No. I know your body better than you do.”
Tran Van Bao slowly—without the slightest hint of threat—reached out and stroked her pure-white calf.
A strange tickling sensation bloomed in her chest. Yeon-ha shivered and carefully hugged her own arms.
She didn’t dislike this suddenly gentle version of Tran Van Bao. It was far more reassuring than when he was scary and violent.
“Your lower back, legs, and buttocks are all tense. There is also strain in the trapezius running from your right shoulder blade. I am a porter. A porter’s job is to manage the hero’s condition. Please let me do my job. I beg you.”
Staring deeply into her eyes, Tran Van Bao spoke with heavy seriousness, pronouncing each word clearly.
Overwhelmed by the weight of his gaze, Yeon-ha nodded before she could stop herself.
Looking relieved, Tran Van Bao smiled brightly and patted the wide blanket.
“Come. Please lie down comfortably. Today’s massage will be special.”
“S-special…?”
Recalling how she had nearly fainted during the last massage, she wondered whether “special” was a good thing. But refusing now felt ridiculous. Especially when Master Tran Van Bao was being so sincere.
With a dizzy mind, Yeon-ha gave a small nod.
The hours of relentless physical and verbal conditioning had nearly shattered her self-esteem.
The sense of connection to the only person she could speak with in this world beyond the gate. The fact that he was a skilled man who could exploit every single one of her weaknesses with a mere gesture. The constant verbal abuse and scolding with every step. The pathetic way she kept losing control of her bladder. The endless back-and-forth walking through the narrow, endless cave with only the two of them.
It was no different from basic hypnosis.
Her self-esteem had already surrendered. Once she returned to the real world, faced other people, and melted back into society’s systems, the suggestion would quickly fade.
Unfortunately, the only person present here was Tran Van Bao.
“I always carry aroma oil. Most gate raids were with Brother Chrome Fist, and he always made me massage his shoulders. Aroma oil is very effective at relaxing muscles.”
“That’s… exploitation!”
“But I had to. If I refused, I might have ‘disappeared’ inside a gate. Who would care about F-class illegal immigrant foreign porter? I wanted to live.”
“Tran Van Bao…”
“But now is different. I truly want to do this for you. I take pride in making your beautiful body even more perfect.”
Pop!Glug, glug.
The aroma oil cap came off, releasing a soft, pleasant fragrance that filled the cave.
Yeon-ha swallowed once and waited.
Tran Van Bao knelt politely beside her and carefully drizzled the oil over her legs.
“It is cold. Will feel better soon.”
“Y-yes♡!!”
In the warm, gentle atmosphere she somehow felt nervous. Yeon-ha bit her tongue and let out a strange sound.
This is crazy. I’ve gone completely crazy. What the hell is happening right now?
With a bewildered expression, Yeon-ha’s eyes darted around.
A moment later, careful hands began slowly spreading the oil across her thighs.
Haa…♡
It was a completely non-sexual, polite, and respectful massage. The hands applied the oil with soft warmth and pressed along her muscle lines without roughness. Yeon-ha let out a cozy sigh and finally released her tension.
Slather. Stroke.
The oil-slick hands caressed her legs, embraced them warmly, and occasionally pressed firmly.
Ah, it feels so good.
It was like receiving an expensive spa treatment at a luxury hotel. Even though they were in a filthy cave with a damp, uneven floor, none of that mattered. Only sincerity and respect flowed from those hands, and Yeon-ha felt herself melting.
Carrot and stick. A mule that had been whipped for a long time would happily submit for even a small carrot.
With no one to complain to and no way to relieve her stress after walking endlessly through the dungeon, this was an unbearably sweet and comfortable rest for Yeon-ha.