I'll Do as You Say, Please!! (2)
Having seen her tears, Tran Van Bao clicked his tongue, slowly withdrew his cock to conceal it, and lowered his head. Lick. At first, cautiously. Then lick, gently. Following the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, he stroked her cheeks and moved across her lips. His tongue tapped against her tightly sealed mouth. Tap. Tap tap. A knock. Their eyes met. An F-class, ugly foreign laborer. Short, emaciated limbs paired with a potbelly that protruded awkwardly. A ‘goblin.’
“Ah…”
At the persistent knocking, that relentless courtship, her lips parted with what sounded like a sigh.
-Slurp. Their tongues entwined and clung to each other. Hah. Suck.Hoo. The moment their breaths mingled.
“Please don’t be sad. Enjoy this moment. You can do it. Because Tran Van Bao loves you.”
The voice whispered softly as a hand wrapped warmly around her shoulder. A silver ring glinted. Her resistance grew fainter and fainter. Strength drained from her limbs, and her legs slowly spread open.
“So this time, I want to ask you with true sincerity. Lady Yeonha.”
The man’s cock approached from above her. Rough palms covered her body while a polite, courteous voice inquired.
“I want to put it in. Is that okay?”
These were sides of him he had never shown before. Unlike the brutal training that had slammed into her without mercy, or the techniques that had stimulated her until she nearly blacked out and shattered her mind. In this moment, Tran Van Bao was staring into her eyes with stubborn, honest sincerity.
She had to shake her head. She had to refuse. Because what she was about to do might no longer be ‘acting.’
Method acting. She had sunk so deeply into the role that she was beginning to confuse herself. It was dangerous.
“The medicine… I should have taken the medicine…”
“Medicine?”
She had let her guard down. It seemed her already defeated womb had finally let go of its last thread. The sharp ovulatory pain she had forgotten after so long. It meant she had finally stepped on the last taboo. It also meant her body, which had been miserably crushed beyond any hope of recovery, had just declared its surrender.
“So… please use a condom.”
Therefore, she had no choice but to say it. If he wore a condom, it would be fine. Because….
This was what Iron Colossus and I had intended from the beginning. Inducing ovulation with ‘fake heat’ and offering it to Iron Colossus as a gift…. It was nothing more than acting.
-Creak, creak. Creak, creak, creak.
A short while later, the sound of the bed springs twisting rang out again. Between each creak came soft, whispering voices dripping with thick, sticky lust. No rough shouts, no loud moans—just ordinary, warm murmurs. As the midday sun brushed the window frame and slipped down, rippling between the curtains, the soft silhouette visible in the gap. The spiraling curves swayed as if swimming, then gently enveloped each other again and again.
-Creak, creak, creak….
The bed frame simply kept repeating its rhythmic song.
This had all happened four hours before Iron Colossus returned to the rabbit burrow.
Pier 8, and the 81st Temporary Loading Dock.
The Incheon Port in late spring felt unusually chilly. Evening had arrived before anyone noticed, and the sunset stretching across the West Sea was exhaling its final rays.
Iron Colossus stared at the dying light with dry eyes, measuring the time that had slipped away. A little before two o’clock. Five hours ago, Chrome Fist had dragged Thunderbird into this place. After three o’clock—four hours ago—contact with Yeonha had gone dead.
While he finished arming himself and traveled here, he had imagined every possible horror that might be unfolding inside. He tried desperately to dismiss those visions as nothing more than the fear born from his own anxiety and weakness. At the same time, he cursed himself for failing to hold onto the passing hours.
Iron Colossus slowly tightened the buckles on his gauntlets. Clack. The heavy weight of metal locking into place. Clack. The solid, reassuring heft that came with it. Clack. The ancient relic that had drunk so much blood over the years whispered its single desire.
He parked the Wrangler on a slope overlooking the harbor and began walking.
Yeonha had reached Incheon Port three hours ahead of Iron Colossus. Past the vast, bustling docks, then further into the corners. Deeper still. They wove through the spiderweb of city streets in front of the port, crossed the construction zone, passed the logistics warehouses lined with shipping containers, and kept going.
Deeper.
Into an old, neglected loading dock where sporadic containers and a dozen cargo trucks sat amid weeds growing wild.
81st Temporary Loading Dock
Shanghai Logistics Co., Ltd.
Authorized Personnel Only
The flashy Aventador that rolled up to the crooked sign was so out of place that the guard at the entrance frowned and blocked their path.
“Hold on, hold on. What’s your business?”
The guard wearing sunglasses had tattoos crawling up his thick forearms and used his massive build to intimidate visitors. He chewed gum as he approached the Aventador—‘Hoppy.’ Soon, an impressed “Oh” slipped from his mouth.
“Holy shit. Is that really Botal Rabbit…? So that bastard was telling the truth?”
“That’s right. This Bao will vouch for it. We need to move the merchandise, so open the gate.”
“Whoa… fuck… I still can’t believe it even seeing it with my own eyes…. Get out first.”
“Pardon?”
“No, I gotta check if it’s the real thing. If I let you in and it turns out to be some Asari scam, I’m the one who’s fucked, right?”
The guard smirked and took two steps back. Tran Van Bao let out a deep sigh, approached Yeonha, and whispered quietly.
“It looks like you’ll need to step out for an inspection… Is that all right?”
“Yes. I was prepared for this.”
At least to see with her own eyes what was happening inside this warehouse, she had to bow her head and comply for now. Yeonha put on an obedient expression, carefully opened the door, and stepped out.
Her legs, drawn in perfect, picture-like lines, slid smoothly from the low-slung Aventador. The guard exhaled, then whistled at the sight of her sleek, high-leg hero suit that clung to every curve. As she stepped down with sharp clicks of her heels, the guard leered and moved closer.
“You slut. Name.”
“…Botal Rabbit.”
“Doesn’t look like it. I see that bitch on TV all the time, and you look different.”
“Th-that can’t be…?”
What was he suddenly talking about? Yeonha frowned at the guard. He gave a short laugh, swung his hand, and slapped her ass with a loud smack before groping it roughly.
“If you’re getting treated like this by civilians, you’re not Botal Rabbit—you’re just a cum-rag. Right? Should call you cum-dump rabbit bitch instead. Who the hell do you think you are, throwing around a hero name?”
“Ugh…!”
“Let’s see. Hmm. Hmmm… Oh. Found it. Damn… it’s real. Fucking hell.”
The hand that had been kneading her ass slipped between her legs and poked at her privates as if inspecting them. When he felt the ring resting atop her clitoris, the man let out a snort. Clear mockery.
“Hero, superhuman, whatever—rub one little cunt and they all end up like this. Heh.”
“Stop it, stop! This is merchandise! Big Brother Chrome Fist won’t like this!”
“I know, I know, you little shit. Jeez. Just checking her belongings. So uptight. Go on in.”
He waved them through and stepped back. Only then did Yeonha breathe a sigh of relief and turn toward Hoppy. The moment her hand touched the Aventador’s glossy body, a voice called from behind.
“Ah. You’ll have to leave that.”
“…Excuse me?”
“That car. It’s not yours anymore. You belong to Chrome Fist now—how dare you try to take the car with you?”
“B-but…!”
“Chrome Fist will send someone to pick it up. I’ll park it separately, so you walk. Shake that fat ass the whole way. You know, that bunny hop thing you’re so good at.”
The guard snickered, shoved Yeonha aside, jumped into the Aventador, and whistled again. Stroking a supercar he would never have touched in his lifetime, he drove off.
“The entrance guard isn’t even at his post and he’s pulling this shit.”
“They’re basically half a gang anyway. That’s how the Shanghai Guild operates. The car will be fine. Forget it—we have to keep moving.”
“If there’s even a scratch on my Hoppy, that bastard is dead meat today.”
Yeonha ground her teeth, grabbed Tran Van Bao’s hand, and strode forward. She didn’t want to waste another second. For Hoppy’s safety, she would finish the investigation as quickly as possible, locate the other trafficked women, uncover the entire sales route, crush Chrome Fist, and return.
Into Iron Colossus’s arms.
She would confess everything to Iron Colossus, apologize, and present him with the ovulated egg she now carried. A cute child who looked half like him and half like her would be born. And then it would be over. This strange sex, sleeping with other men, all the filthy entanglements—everything would end. All that would remain was a peaceful home with Iron Colossus. That alone would be enough for the rest of her life.