I'll Do Whatever You Say, Please!! (5)
With a wet, rhythmic plap, plap, squelch♡, the man known as Blacksmith had been hammering his hips down into Thunderbird for what felt like an eternity. He clicked his tongue at her complete lack of reaction. Had he overdosed her? Or had she simply given up on everything? It made sense. He had been pounding her nonstop for nearly four hours. At first she had still struggled when he came inside her, but after the two-hour mark once the drugs really kicked in, she could barely even hold a proper conversation.
“Hey. You there? I’m about to cum, yeah?”
“Huu… haa… huu…”
“Ugh, fuck. This bitch won’t come back for at least half a day. Huh? How is an S-class hero this fucking weak?”
Slap, slap.
Blacksmith smacked Thunderbird across the cheek a couple of times and clicked his tongue again. Despite the annoyed expression, his hands clamped down hard on her hips as he drove himself as deep as possible, his waist trembling. Soon his cock slid free from her folds, and a thick, cloudy rush of semen poured out in heavy spurts.
“Guess I’ll have to start the conversation over again. Yeah? ‘You smell like a fucking dog, get lost.’ What are you going to do with that pretty voice of yours?”
“Huuuu…”
“Keh, shit. It’d be so much better if I could fuck her without the drugs. Hmm… Chrome Fist?”
When Blacksmith turned his head, Chrome Fist, who had been lounging on the sofa, peeked up. A limp, younger woman was draped across his thigh, shaking weakly.
“Haa… haa. What?”
“If I pay her full price and buy her outright, would that be a problem?”
“As long as you pay the right amount, there’s no reason I can’t sell. You really took a liking to her?”
“Mmm. I’m thinking in ten years, when she’s clinging to my kid and telling me she loves me, I might just sell her off to a brothel.”
“Krr. Your tastes are truly admirable. Right?”
At Blacksmith’s words, Thunderbird twitched as if regaining some awareness. A dry murmur slipped from between her cracked lips.
“…Stop.”
“Hm? What was that, pretty?”
“Stop… bullshitting… me…!!”
“Hah! That’s right! That’s how a hero should be!! Chrome Fist. I’m buying this bitch!!”
“Throw in an order for about thirty magic tools and I’ll knock twenty percent off the list price.”
“Deal!”
Blacksmith laughed heartily and gave Thunderbird’s cheek a few light taps.
“The magic tools I’ve shoved inside you are ones I poured my heart and soul into. A one-time curse is nothing. You’ll stay by my side for exactly ten years. Every single day, you’ll spread that sloppy cunt for me. Just thinking about what kind of mess you’ll be in ten years, clinging to me… it’s thrilling.”
“You… crazy… bastard…”
Chrome Fist, listening in, cackled and shouted toward Thunderbird.
“That old man’s magic tools are insanely popular on the black market worldwide. Don’t worry, Team Leader! He’ll melt that frozen heart of yours nice and hot!”
“Chrome Fist… Do you really think I’ll stay alive to see myself like that?”
“Well, if that’s the case, why didn’t you just kill yourself earlier? You’re only spreading your legs because you’re too scared to die, aren’t you?”
“You don’t understand, Chrome Fist. You have no idea whose woman you’re holding right now.”
“…What? Iron Colossus? You’re talking about that retarded fuck?”
Chrome Fist let out a disbelieving laugh. So that was why these two—Thunderbird in this state and Botal Rabbit—hadn’t killed themselves? Unlike normal heroes who folded the moment you threatened their lives, these were S-class. Women who had built their arrogance on honor and fame. They should have bitten their tongues rather than let themselves be defiled like this. He had assumed they at least valued their lives, but it turned out they were just clinging to the hope of one measly A-class hero. A disaster relief hero, of all things!
Chrome Fist chuckled darkly as he looked down at the trembling younger woman on his lap.
“Hey, Botal Rabbit. You think the same?”
“Huu… ngh♡ You, you. Our rock… he’ll kill you… he’ll kill you…♡!”
“Ah, fuck. Every single one of you bitches is the same.”
Slap♡!
“Eghk♡!!”
“Bitches who squirt the moment a cock goes in—what the hell are you trusting in?!”
Plap♡!
“Oghk♡!?”
“I seriously don’t get it, huh?!”
Chrome Fist gripped Botal Rabbit’s slender waist with all his strength and slammed into her like a toy. Every thrust made the younger woman drool clear saliva as she shook violently. Frowning at the sight, he pressed her down hard, burying himself as deep as he could and sneered.
“Fucking slut. Promise canceled. You provoked me first.”
“W-wait. Wait!! N-no, we said you wouldn’t… you wouldn’t!!”
“Yeah, I never planned on keeping it. I’m cumming, you dumb bitch.”
“N-no!! Please!! I’ll apologize. I’ll apologize, so please!! Uughk♡♡!!”
Botal Rabbit’s previously limp legs began to flop wildly. Her arms flailed, pounding uselessly against Chrome Fist’s chest. She kicked at his waist with her knees, punched his chest with her fists, and even sank her teeth into his neck. She was desperately trying to escape with every ounce of strength she had left.
No. Absolutely not. That alone…!
The moment she clenched her teeth and twisted her hips, almost managing to pull him out—
Chrome Fist clicked his tongue and released his grip on her waist.
“Eh… eek?”
“Fucking bitch. Let’s take it easy, yeah!?”
Crack!!
With an irritated roar, Chrome Fist seized her by the nape of her neck and began squeezing as if he meant to crush it.
“Kehk…! Kk! Kkhh!!”
Her breath was cut off. Her head spun. Her struggling grew frantic, then gradually weakened. Tears streamed down her face without her realizing it. It felt like she was going to die. Suffocating, unable to think, she trembled in pure terror. Just as her vision began to darken and strength left her body—
“Haaaa…!! Huaaaa!! Haak…!!”
Chrome Fist loosened his grip and shoved his cock back into her pussy. One hand clamped on her waist, the other gripping the red handprint on her neck.
“Squeeze tight, you fucking whore. If you go limp, I’ll kill you whether you’re merchandise or not.”
At the voice of the enraged predator, Botal Rabbit shuddered uncontrollably and instinctively drew her legs together. Satisfied, Chrome Fist let out a low grunt and pushed the head of his cock right up against her cervix.
Spurt♡ Splurt♡ Spluuurt♡
The moment the tip lodged against her womb entrance, she could feel it throbbing. The scorching sensation battering her womb walls made fresh tears roll down her cheeks in long streaks.
Ah… so this is how it ends.
What am I supposed to do, Colossus? I’m sorry. This was supposed to be yours. Our baby was supposed to be yours. I guess this is my punishment.
“What, is today a dangerous day or something?”
“Y-you… you bastard…!!”
Spurrrt♡
“Ah, just thinking about knocking this bitch up is making me cum again. Whew. This is so fucking good.”
“You… dog…!!”
“You’re going to be sold as a slave anyway. Who cares about dangerous days or keeping your chastity? Aren’t you hilarious? Did you really think those Chinese bastards would bother putting on a condom every time they fucked you?”
“That’s a bit harsh on the Chinese, don’t you think? Hm?”
“It’s the truth. You always creampie our team leader with gusto, after all.”
At Chrome Fist’s words, Blacksmith gave a ‘well, that’s true’ chuckle. The two men, having just emptied their loads so satisfyingly, were about to pour themselves drinks and take a breather when—
Click.
Suddenly, every light in the room went out.
“What the fuck.”
“Wait. This shouldn’t be possible?”
Call it a villain’s instinct. Before they could even feel surprise, they reflexively began searching for weapons, eyes scanning the darkness. Blacksmith fumbled around until he found a walkie-talkie, switched it on, and shouted.
“What’s going on?! Anyone, answer me!”
Static. Hiss.
There was no response from the other side. Only then did Blacksmith slowly straighten his back and step away.
“Looks like we have a problem.”
“Which bastard would dare?”
“Well, this is a bit inconvenient for me if things get noisy.”
Blacksmith’s public identity was that of a Chinese businessman. In other words, he would receive no legal protection if a superhuman crime occurred. On top of that, because the Chinese government officially refused to designate anyone as a ‘villain,’ any friction abroad could damage the entire Shanghai Guild’s international business. That was why they never willingly clashed with state-approved heroes. Right now, he was cautiously preparing to flee.
“Hey, hey. You’re joking, right? You’re going to run away from here?”
“My subordinates aren’t answering either. There’s no sound from outside. This isn’t something one person could pull off.”
Blacksmith slowly backed away and began putting his clothes back on. Seeing this, Chrome Fist pounded his own chest and yelled.
“We were too busy fucking to hear anything! Fuck! You think a hero team could show up and it’d be this quiet?! Those attention-whore brats? This has to be the strike team or some mercenaries!”
“Then what do you suggest?”
“We’ve got two S-class bitches right here. There’s no need to panic just because escaping might be tricky! No matter how strong they are, if we use these two as shields, what can they do? Let’s just run to the dock.”
Chrome Fist threw on his clothes haphazardly and hoisted the collapsed Botal Rabbit onto his shoulder. The moment Blacksmith reached out to grab Thunderbird—
Creak.
The door opened.
“You fuck! Who the hell are you, you son of a—!!”
The instant the door opened, Chrome Fist raised his fist and shouted, but no answer came. Something fell to the floor with a dull thud. Then—
BOOM!!
A large mass flew toward him. Chrome Fist instinctively swung. Blood sprayed. The moment he frowned—
The lump that had fallen to the floor was illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window, finally revealing its shape.
“Xiaoping…!”
Blacksmith frowned and let out a long sigh. It was Xiaoping’s corpse, a single bullet hole drilled neatly through his forehead.
“This guy was in charge of rear support. If even he’s been taken out, that means both the front and rear lines have been wiped. We really need to run.”
“Fuck! I just finally laid the first cornerstone of the business!”
“What business doesn’t come with risk?”
“Wait!! Hey!! You bastard over there! You think I’d get scared over something like this?! Huh!! Come in right now and show your face! I’ll teach you what real fear looks like!!”
Chrome Fist hurled Botal Rabbit onto the sofa and roared. As if in answer, heavy footsteps approached the door.
Thud. Thud.
“I look forward to it.”
A man appeared in the doorway, standing tall as he looked at them. The dark room, the faint moonlight from outside casting him in backlight. His face was shadowed, but a pair of blue eyes gleamed brightly. That build. That voice. Chrome Fist finally recognized who it was.
“Iron… Colossus…!!”
“Chrome Fist.”
At those words, Blacksmith froze mid-step. After a brief moment of thought, he smiled faintly and spoke.
“Oh… a state-approved hero. I’ve seen you on the list. I heard you were with the disaster relief team. What brings you here?”
“…Blacksmith.”
Meanwhile, from a corner of the room, in the very edge of the space, Tran Van Bao crawled out. He was trembling violently, his body already half-destroyed from Chrome Fist’s violence.
“P-please save me!! W-we’re on the same team! I-I’m part of the HT team too!”
“Goblin.”
After sweeping his gaze over the three of them, Colossus gave a small nod.
Lucky me.
“Perfect. You’re all gathered in one place.”
“So what? How many did you bring, you bastard!!”
“One.”
Iron Colossus has arrived.
Target count confirmed: 3.
Objective: Retrieval and Retribution.
Clack.
He adjusted the buckle on his gauntlet and clenched his fist tight. A heavy metallic sound rang out.
“So yes. One is more than enough.”