Sudden Atmosphere Gate: Two Weeks of Records (12)
Tran Van Bao had already taken down every shaman and monster on the way here, one by one, through ambush attacks. The monsters, drunk on victory and reveling in their feast, could not stop him as he struck from the darkness. Had there been even three intact warrior-class monsters present, the mere F-class Tran Van Bao would have had no choice but to flee. But most of the warriors had already fallen to Yeon-ha’s hand, leaving only a demoralized rabble who had barely escaped in terror, their discipline shattered.
He concealed the entire situation from her and whispered softly.
“Say ‘Please spare me.’”
“P-please spare me.”
“If you save this one’s life, this one will devote whole body to repay forever.”
“If you save… save this one’s life, I-I will devote whole body to repay forever.”
“Will you marry this one too? Answer.”
“Hic… hic… Y-yes… I will. I will, so…”
“No. This one cannot trust you. You will betray as soon as we return to Korea. Obvious.”
“N-no!! This one swear! This one swear, so please!”
“Then you write your oath on this paper. Our promise must remain in writing.”
The tactical briefing notebook from his backpack. The small notepad and pen emerged from his pocket. He placed the pen in Yeon-ha’s hand and opened one page of the notebook.
“Must write twice. Your version and this one’s version. This will be used as legally binding material. Now this one will dictate the words. You must write everything in your own hand, with your own handwriting.”
A document written under threat and coercion holds no legal force. Yet what judge in this world would believe an S-class hero had been blackmailed into writing such a statement by an F-class porter? And even if it were never admitted as evidence, the mere revelation of its contents would be catastrophic to Yeon-ha’s career.
Writing this would make it irreversible.
She listened blankly to the words Tran Van Bao dictated, trembling violently, until at last the pen began to move across the page in small, hesitant strokes.
I, Botal Rabbit Park Yeon-ha, from this moment onward become the slave of Tran Van Bao. I will live as his sex slave and spread my pussy whenever he desires. I will love him for the rest of my life, and whenever he commands I will strip naked and prostrate myself to beg for his love no matter the time or place. Because that is my happiness, I swear to build a family with him and serve him for the rest of my life.
After adding her small signature at the end, Yeon-ha stared blankly at Tran Van Bao as he released her chains. It was over. Her life as a woman, her life as a hero. The realization seemed to gather thick, dark clouds inside her heart. That scribbled note, like childish graffiti. The memo written in Tran Van Bao’s characteristically awkward, pathetic vocabulary. This trivial, ugly, fat, short foreigner had destroyed her lofty pride and her brilliant life.
“If you hate it, defeat this one right here and take the notebook.”
That would settle everything. After all, in this place so far from Korean law, violence was the law. Yet as Tran Van Bao’s hands stealthily groped her soft breasts, as he slowly slid his pants down and thrust out his crusty, unwashed cock, and as he extended a finger crackling with electric current to lightly poke just below her navel, she realized her body had already surrendered to this small, frail man.
Now there was only one thing left to wish for. That someone, by some miracle, would come to rescue her. Nothing more.
Day 13 after Botal Rabbit’s gate entry.
“Tran Van Bao? Ah, of course… Yes. I’m aware of him. That he has certain problems with women. And that he’s being exploited by Chrome Fist.”
“And yet you still sent him into the gate alone with Yeon-ha?”
“Yes. Because Tran Van Bao is weak.”
Miss Thunderbird stated it as simple fact.
“Tran Van Bao definitely has a womanizing problem. I’ve heard that some of the worse incidents were practically rape, and that he blackmails women for money. However.”
“However?”
“All the victims were civilians. He has never once reached out to a hero or an awakened individual, not even attempted it. The man is a coward. A weakling.”
Miss Thunderbird gazed at Colossus with cold eyes.
“The reason we overlook Chrome Fist exploiting him is the same. That man extorts women but cannot report anything to the police. It would be pointless. He’s an illegal immigrant. At best he would simply be deported. Chrome Fist uses him as a nearly unpaid porter and has simply found a better way to make use of him.”
“Miss Thunderbird. That is corruption. It is not the work of a hero.”
“…I know. But this is our team’s internal matter. It is not something you can interfere with. Neither Chrome Fist nor Tran Van Bao. Or are you seriously suggesting that Botal Rabbit would fall for a mere F-class? That she could be blackmailed?”
“…”
Thunderbird gave a short, derisive laugh.
“You trust Botal Rabbit even less than I do. Tran Van Bao has neither the ability nor the power to do anything to her. I checked with the Oracle Institution. They said the gate’s internal environment is unusual, which is why the conquest is taking so long. That should be enough. I have no desire to let this issue interfere with team operations any further.”
“…Understood. However, I hope you will also understand the actions I take from now on.”
“What do you mean?”
“When that porter named Tran Van Bao returns, I will interrogate him personally.”
“How dare you…? One of our team’s assets?”
“How dare? Heroes possess immunity privileges that do not require prior approval for the interrogation of criminals. A team matter? If Botal Rabbit herself understands, what reason is there for me not to proceed?”
Botal Rabbit was a member of the TSS team. With her permission, there was no need to seek the team leader’s approval for interrogating a mere F-class porter. Besides, as a hero, the interrogation itself would not be illegal.
In the end Thunderbird could say nothing. She lowered her head.
“Do as you wish. You will have to bear the consequences yourself.”
“I look forward to it.”
Iron Colossus spoke sharply and left the room. The door closed with a heavy thud. After a long stretch of time had passed, the cold mask on Miss Thunderbird’s face finally cracked and crumbled.
A single drop of saliva fell with a wet sound.
With feverish eyes she slowly pushed her chair back. While her upper body remained perfectly dressed in an immaculate suit, beneath the large office desk her lower half was completely naked. Her pale legs glistened, soaked with her own juices, and something metallic glinted from her deepest folds. A small ring-shaped piercing adorned her clitoris.
Soon a thick metal forearm emerged from under the table with a heavy clank. Chrome Fist slowly rose to his feet.
“Phew. Fuck. Did I or did I not tell you to get a bigger desk?”
“B-but if it’s any bigger… working becomes too inconvenient…!”
“Then stand up and take it! You talking back to me? Huh?!”
Chrome Fist cracked his wrist with a threatening growl. When Thunderbird let out a heated sigh at the sight, his metal arm shot forward and seized her throat in a vise grip. A choked gasp escaped her as her body was lifted into the air, legs kicking helplessly. More love juice dripped onto the floor.
Holding her easily, Chrome Fist adjusted her position until she hovered above his cock.
“Hik, kuhk, hic, I-I’m dying!”
“Then die, you bitch. Worthless slut. That goblin bastard’s probably already dead!”
“B-but! Kk! Just like you ordered, Master… Tran Van Bao…! With Botal Rabbit…!”
“It would have worked if he’d succeeded! But realistically, how the hell was an F-class supposed to pull it off? I only threw the dice on a gamble, so why the fuck is that rock-headed bastard sticking his nose in and ruining everything!”
Chrome Fist’s cock resembled a metal rod covered in crude, bumpy ridges. The massive thing, easily the size of a child’s forearm, gleamed silver and looked utterly menacing. As he slowly pressed it against Thunderbird’s pussy, he sneered.
“Deceiving the man you once loved and setting a trap to steal the woman he treasures most? You really are one hell of a bitch, aren’t you?”
Thunderbird bit her lip hard and turned her face away.
“Sandwiching two S-class bitches and fucking them in turns is on my bucket list. Do it right. Understand? Yeah?”
Chrome Fist growled as he drove his cock deep inside her.
Thud. Thump. Thud.
Slap. Thud.
The heavy, wet sounds of flesh slamming together echoed through the team leader’s office for a long time.
Day 14 after Botal Rabbit’s gate entry.
The final day of exploration. The Oracle Institution had predicted that today would be the last day of Yeon-ha’s gate conquest.
Iron Colossus had taken up position in front of the gate since early morning, arms folded, staring at it like a statue. Even though the clearance had taken far longer than anticipated, the TSS team had done nothing but drag their feet. It was clearly abnormal. For Miss Thunderbird, who valued the rights and lives of heroes above all else, to refrain from sending even a single additional rescue or search party was unthinkable.
Yet contrary to his worries, a transmission signal soon began to appear at the gate, accompanied by data indicating the internal structure was collapsing.
“Successful breakthrough confirmed!! Botal Rabbit, the first hero in the country to solo clear an S-class gate, is about to return!!”
Broadcast reporters shouted with excitement, camped out in front of the gate. It was a major scoop for them, but Iron Colossus kept his lips pressed tightly together, eyes never leaving the gate. Nothing was over until everything was truly finished.
The other reporters, mindful of his mood, eventually got swept up in the crowd’s fervor and surged toward the gate. As the transmission signal blazed brighter and the silhouettes of two figures slowly materialized, Iron Colossus finally stepped forward.
“It’s Colossus. From the TSS. Looks like he came to greet them.”
The reporters whispered among themselves and parted. Iron Colossus gave a short nod and walked through their midst. Directly before the gate, the two figures at last fully appeared. Yeon-ha, face exhausted, was being supported by Tran Van Bao, who in turn held her up.
When Iron Colossus saw the man’s hand resting on her stomach, his eyebrow twitched. He strode forward.
“Colossus…!”
“Yeon-ha. Are you injured?”
“Just a little… tired…”
“Any wounds?”
At the sound of his voice, tears welled in Yeon-ha’s eyes. This was bad. With nearly every major superhuman reporter in Korea present, she could not be seen crying immediately after clearing the gate. The entire purpose of this mission had been to demonstrate the strength and stability of hero society.
Iron Colossus silently removed his coat and wrapped it around her, pulling her against his chest to shield her from the cameras. Realizing his intent, she rubbed her cheek against his broad chest, sniffling, and murmured.
“I’m not hurt. I just want to go home… wash up and rest.”
“Understood. We’re going home. And you.”
Iron Colossus slowly bent down, towering over the short Tran Van Bao. He looked directly into the man’s eyes, his own gaze sharp as blades.
“Follow me. I have questions for you.”
“B-Bao is TSS team porter. Bao not take orders!”
“Botal Rabbit is also a member of the TSS team. Follow.”
Iron Colossus carefully lifted Yeon-ha from Tran Van Bao’s arms, cradling her against his chest. With his free hand he seized the smaller man’s shoulder in an iron grip. At the excruciating pain, Tran Van Bao let out a strangled “Kk!” and could only be dragged along helplessly.