I'll Do Whatever You Say, So Please!! (1)
In the vault room. This was the most heavily guarded corner of the rabbit warren, the place Botal Rabbit usually called her treasure room. Past the flashy suitcases and glittering display cases, tucked away in one dim corner, lay a small, dust-covered safe buried beneath a pile of clothes.
— My Rock’s Secret Weapon ♡! —
A crudely drawn, grumpy little character that looked like a simplified Colossus had been scribbled across the front of the squat safe in thick permanent marker.
Colossus reached out toward the keypad, then hesitated.
That was a lie. She had poured an entire year’s salary as an S-class hero—paid by the TSS—into buying it. That was why Colossus had hesitated to accept it. He had believed the day would never come when he would pick up a weapon with the intent to harm someone. He had joined the Disaster Response Team precisely because he didn’t want to hurt anyone, even if they were villains.
Botal Rabbit had smiled with pure white teeth as she said those words. Throughout her long journey to S-class as a hero who handled major villains and giant monsters, how many people had she protected? How many had she hurt? How many had she lost?
So when she had handed him the weapon, her true feelings had been simple: she didn’t want to lose Colossus. And right now, Colossus felt exactly the same way about her. He never wanted to lose Botal Rabbit.
Beep-beep-beep— Beep— Beep— Beep—
His hands were shaking so badly he kept entering the wrong passcode. Five failed attempts and it would lock. Who the hell put such a cheap lock on a hero’s armory? Colossus let out a helpless chuckle at Botal Rabbit’s carelessness, then gripped the safe handle tightly.
CRRRRRACK!!!
He simply tore the entire door off its hinges. Inside lay a pair of gauntlets that gleamed with dark metallic luster.
Click.
Unadorned, matte-black metal gauntlets. They looked like something a medieval knight might have worn when charging into enemy territory in full plate armor.
Click.
The soft leather lining hugged his fingers, a thin chainmail layer sat over that, and thick metal plates settled across his knuckles. He fastened every buckle, then clenched his fists with a low crunch.
“I will. So… just wait a little longer. I’m coming. I’m on my way.”
After one last glance at the note that read — My Rock’s Secret Weapon ♡!, Colossus left the room.
*
“There’s a makeshift loading dock next to Pier 8 at Incheon Port. Behind that is a logistics warehouse. Let’s see… Temporary Unloading Bay 81. Yeah, that’s the one.”
“The location’s terrible, so the land is cheap. That’s why a Chinese company called Shanghai Logistics Distribution rents the entire warehouse district there.”
“You know, right? It’s a shell company run by the Shanghai Guild. One of their subsidiaries.”
“Their cargo ship docked at the makeshift pier at 1 p.m. this afternoon. We’ve confirmed at least two people who look like Black Smith and a superhuman. The rest are disguised as regular employees, but they’re all syndicate members.”
“Looks like a little over forty in total. Every one of them is at least carrying a handgun. A few have rifles too.”
“So… bet your life on this. I’ll only provide support from the rear.”
“That’s more than enough. Thank you.”
Rengler ran toward the setting sun. From Gangnam to Gangseo, from Gangseo to Gimpo, from Gimpo to Incheon. The western district, Incheon Port—the busiest harbor on the west coast. It was 18:23. Five hours had passed since Chrome Fist had taken “someone” to the port.
*
Let’s rewind time a little. Back to the moment right after the first “married couple sex” with Tran Van Bao ended. Or rather, after the sloppy, wet sex that Tran Van Bao insisted on calling “married couple sex.”
“Then I’ll take that as permission, Botal Rabbit-nim. No, Yeon-ha. From now on, you are my property.”
“…Huh? What?”
He had approached the dazed, post-orgasm Yeon-ha and suddenly shoved the piercing into her. The sharp pain nearly made her slap Tran Van Bao across the face, but when she looked down at her own glistening sex now adorned with the sparkling piercing, she felt all strength leave her hands.
It was too obscene. Far too obscene to ever show to Colossus. It was just a tiny ornament smaller than a pinky nail, yet the thought of what Colossus would think if he saw it made goosebumps rise all over her body. She shuddered violently.
And strangely, ever since she had put on this piercing… something felt different. It had become much harder to “resist.”
Is this… a magic tool?
It happened sometimes. Jewelry, weapons, clothing—items infused with magic power. Her hero suit was an extension of that concept. In a hero society where magic wasn’t rare, magic tools were expensive but incredibly useful. The kind of magic usually put into accessories was simple protection at best, but… a clitoral piercing that deployed a barrier would be hilarious in its own way. It probably held some other ability. Something like a curse, perhaps.
She had put the magic tool on of her own free will, but up until now Yeon-ha hadn’t thought much of it.
Well, whatever. The magic I feel from it isn’t that strong anyway.
Spells strong enough to bind an S-class hero were extremely rare. They required overcoming all three barriers—physical, mental, and magical capacity. So Yeon-ha had decided to “play along for now.” She would humor this brave F-class porter who had dared to pierce her body.
“So, are you really going to kill Chrome Fist-hyungnim?”
“That’s why I told you to wear it, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“First I’m going to talk to him. If possible, I’ll arrest him. Killing is the absolute last resort. Whether he’s a hero or a villain.”
After blankly staring at the piercing he had just put on her, Tran Van Bao had hurriedly made excuses to the furious Yeon-ha. It was all part of a plan. Chrome Fist was a human trafficker who had been exploiting him and forcing him to help with the trafficking. He had put the same rings on the women he sold. So she should pretend to be completely broken, act the part, locate his base, figure out the entire distribution network, and then take them all down at once.
It’s not a bad idea…
In other words, it was a stakeout operation. She would pretend to be fully subjugated through the magic tool, gather information on Chrome Fist’s human trafficking ring, and then arrest him in one clean sweep.
Well, it shouldn’t be that difficult.
Chrome Fist was B-class. He specialized in physical combat and villain response, so his fighting power was high, but his limits were clear. If Botal Rabbit went all out, she could finish him in one—no, maybe two strikes. Botal Rabbit was an S-class hero who ranked among the very strongest in the country in terms of pure combat ability. An arrest operation of this scale barely even qualified as an “operation.”
So, finally. The man who had been toying with her body, climbing on top of her, and freely… freely pounding away until now. She would cut ties with Tran Van Bao after this “body payment.” She felt a little sorry for him, and she was also furious at what Chrome Fist had done… so she decided to help him just one more time.
Up to this point, Botal Rabbit had been thinking rather lightly of the situation.
“Then I’ll take that as permission. Now we must move on to the next step.”
“Next…? Huh? Eek?”
Tran Van Bao slid his cock—still coated in a thick mixture of semen and love juices—across her cheek with a wet smack. He grinned.
“Even Mount Geumgang looks better after a meal. That is a Korean proverb. Does the preschooler Yeon-ha not know it?”
When Tran Van Bao grabbed a fistful of her hair and growled, the cold reason that had barely returned began to crumble again. The feeling of being treated like “property.” For some reason, she found it strangely difficult to resist that sensation. No, to be precise… she didn’t want to resist it.
The silver piercing attached above her slit began to sparkle, twinkle, twinkle.
She realized it once again. The piercing. The pretty silver ring shining brightly. A smooth, perfectly round ring without a single flaw, hanging from a woman’s most precious place.
The reason rings are shaped in perfect circles is “love that lasts forever.” The reason couples exchange rings when they share their hearts is “a vow to share their bonds.” Yes. A ring means “property.” It is a declaration that they will bind and own each other. It is a noble restraint where each gives half of themselves and receives half of the other.
Looking at it that way, a clit piercing must also mean “property.” Only, instead of enjoying each other on equal footing… it meant offering herself completely to someone else.
If he hadn’t forced it on me…
Don’t think any further.
If he had ordered me to put it on, would I have refused?
No. There’s no way.
Colossus…
Get a grip. This must be the power of that ring. It’s sparkling, isn’t it? It’s clearly a magic item. Resist. You have to resist!
Is this acting… or is it taboo?
Or are the two even different?
Soaking wet, burning hot. Steam rising gently. Mixed semen and love juices dripping down between her folds. Begging to be touched, begging to be filled, twitching pathetically. Her obscene ring sparkling like a “vow” on my—my pussy.
Colossus. What would you think if you saw this? Would you hate me? Would you leave me? Would you go find someone better?
“Hngh…♡”
Just imagining another woman standing beside Colossus was already this painful and sad. How had he felt watching her all this time? What kind of heart had he endured?
But this pain, this sadness. The feelings that surged up at the thought of possibly being abandoned. The thrill of stepping on taboo.
“Why are you crying? Are you looking forward to it?”
Tran Van Bao was looking down at her with a sleazy grin. Ah, I was crying. Yeon-ha wiped at her eyes with trembling fingers. Far too many tears were falling for it to be explained away as tears of lust.