I'll Do Whatever You Say, So Please!! (Afterword 2)
“Haa…♡ Haaauuu…♡ Heut…♡”
Thunderbird panted, savoring the thick, hot seed flooding her womb for a long moment before she collapsed onto Iron Colossus’s broad chest and murmured dreamily.
“It felt so good. Really. I’m truly, incredibly happy.”
“…”
“You’re really not going to say anything? Are you planning to never look at my face again for the rest of your life?”
“…”
“If you don’t want to get regularly shocked with a stun gun, you should probably answer me, don’t you think?”
“Miss… Thunderbird.”
“Shh. Actually, it’s better if you stay quiet. I’m in such a good mood right now. If you ruin it with that depressing voice of yours, I might get angry and shock you again.”
Iron Colossus eventually closed his eyes again. On his chest, Thunderbird’s large breasts pressed down softly, warm and heavy.
“Oh my. Already?”
“…”
“Look at this. You came three times, yet you’re already this hard again. Is this the power of Body Hardening?”
“…It’s just a physiological reaction.”
“Which means I made you that excited, right? Hehe, I’m flattered.”
“…”
“Answer me.”
-Crackle.
The moment Thunderbird summoned her electricity, a terrifying snapping sound erupted between her pale fingers. Every time Iron Colossus had tried to resist over the past several hours, she had seared the back of his neck with a shock. He had learned, rather unpleasantly, that high-voltage current caused muscle stiffening that only made his erection even harder. He had also learned that Thunderbird was far more sadistic than she appeared.
How on earth had she hidden that side of herself in public?
With that thought in mind, Iron Colossus did his best to suppress his instincts.
“Hoo, good boy, good boy. I’m going to get a glass of water, so stay right here like a good little Colossus. If you move, I’ll fly over and drag you back.”
“…”
“Such a good boy.”
-Chu.
Thunderbird gave his forehead a light kiss, then sprang up from the bed completely naked. Thick, white semen bubbled and spilled from between her legs, running down her thighs. The sensation made her shiver violently; she trembled all over and let out a delighted “Ahhn~” as she laughed.
She padded toward the water dispenser near the door when a strange smell suddenly hit her. Glancing around, she saw the empty hallway. Lowering her gaze, she noticed a small puddle. Her eyes followed the trail all the way to the lit VIP hospital room belonging to Botal Rabbit at the far end of the corridor.
Connecting the dots, Thunderbird let out another soft “Hehe” of laughter.
She returned to Iron Colossus with a cup of water, took a sip, then leaned down and fed it to him mouth-to-mouth.
Gulp. Gulp.
“Haa…♡ Tasty, isn’t it? Water after exercise.”
“I have hands.”
“Those hands have better things to do, so I decided to feed you from my mouth.”
Thunderbird giggled, then slid back onto his body like liquid silk, lifting his hands and wrapping them around her waist. She felt his thick, calloused, powerful grip against her slim, snow-white hips. The contrast was so deliciously obscene that she hid her trembling excitement behind a smile and melted against his chest.
“You have so many scars.”
“Mm.”
“Oh, this one’s a burn! When did you get this?”
“Three years and two months ago, at the explosion site of the C Distribution Complex in southern Gyeonggi Province.”
“This… this is from a high-voltage cable, right?”
“One year and eight months ago. Terrorist attack on the Paju branch of Korea Electric Power Corporation’s northern Gyeonggi division.”
“This looks like a cut…? Or maybe a tear…”
“It’s a tear. Two years and two months ago, during the collapse at the Ahyeon-dong shopping center terrorist attack. I was hit by rebar.”
He answered each question calmly and politely, as if believing that continuing the conversation might somehow put an end to this relationship. Thunderbird lay on his chest, staring straight up at him, gently tracing the old scars with her fingertips.
“All of these… you got them while saving people.”
“That’s what we all do.”
“Not like you. Even superhumans are still human. It hurts when we get injured, and it’s scary to go somewhere that can hurt us. The heroes who know when to protect themselves are the ones who survive longer in this industry.”
Thunderbird licked her lips, then slowly pressed a kiss to one of his scars.
“So… take care of yourself. Live a long time. A very long time. Because I don’t want to see you die.”
“Mm.”
“That way you can take responsibility for me.”
“…Responsibility…?”
When Iron Colossus tilted his head as if he had heard something absurd, Thunderbird laughed brightly and released a small spark of electricity from her fingertips.
“You saved me on a whim, came inside me on a whim, and now you’re just going to abandon me? Before you’re a hero, you need to learn what it means to be a man and take responsibility.”
He had saved her because she had begged him to. He had come inside her because she had paralyzed his entire body with electricity so he couldn’t pull out. Of course the urge to protest rose in his throat, but Iron Colossus simply looked into her eyes and eventually let out a short laugh.
Because despite her playful tone and bold declaration, her eyes were trembling with fear. She was holding back tears, on the verge of breaking down at the thought that he might reject her in the end.
“I only fall in love with people younger than me.”
“I know.”
“I don’t have the confidence to love two people at once.”
“I know that too.”
If he had been the kind of man who could love so lightly, would she have fallen for him?
“Therefore, it will be difficult for me to feel anything beyond pity for you.”
“I know. And that’s more than enough for me.”
“Let me say it again. You are someone who deserves far better treatment than this.”
“Thank you.”
A single tear rolled down Thunderbird’s cheek as she pushed herself up from his chest. She slowly lowered her head, and her golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, curtaining the space between them. Within that golden veil, the man and woman gazed only at each other.
-Chuuup.
When their lips met, Iron Colossus neither shook his head nor pushed her away. He decided to think of it as part of disaster relief. He decided to think of it as offering brief comfort to a woman who had psychologically collapsed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, stroking her slowly, thoroughly, as if whispering You’re okay. You’re okay.
They licked, sucked, and rubbed each other’s lips for a long time. For Thunderbird, even that clumsy, pitiful emotion was more than enough to overflow her heart.
In a narrow, dark room, a single small pin light illuminated the table. Spread across it was a massive map of three Northeast Asian countries. One of the men surrounding the table stepped forward and tapped the corner of the map.
“The site of Eight Bomber’s first terrorist attack.”
Gimpo.
“The subsequent attacks followed the same pattern, concentrated in this area.”
Red dots stretching from Incheon to Gimpo to Gangseo.
“After committing a total of eight terrorist attacks within this narrow zone that doesn’t even cover a single district, Eight Bomber left Korea.”
“And his whereabouts afterward?”
“There are rumors he headed to South America, and others that he crossed into China. Accurate tracking has proven difficult so far.”
“Useless fools.”
Another man clicked his tongue and folded his arms.
“Then the cause of the Seoul Gate is confirmed to be Eight Bomber’s terrorism?”
“At least that much is certain. He has been classified as the first superhuman capable of artificially creating Gates.”
“He must have been placed on Interpol’s Red Notice, then.”
“Yes, Excellency.”
“That means we can request international cooperation on the investigation. Excellent.”
The man addressed as Excellency tapped the table with his index finger as he spoke.
“The Seoul Gate was definitely… resolved directly by a Korean S-class, correct?”
“Yes, Excellency. The Korean government officially announced that this was the first case of a single superhuman solo-clearing an S-rank Gate. In reality, aside from one F-class porter, it has been confirmed that the hero entered alone.”
“If he cleared it solo, then it couldn’t have been a real S-rank Gate.”
The man’s words were deliberately ambiguous. Either the Gate hadn’t truly been S-rank, or the hero had surpassed S-rank capabilities. Personally, he leaned toward the former, but the latter possibility could not be ignored.
“Any other notable details?”
“The… S-class hero who directly participated in the Gate incident. Botal Rabbit recently apprehended a villain, but… the circumstances are strange.”
“Oh?”
“Right after securing evidence that a B-class hero on the same team had been orchestrating drug distribution and human trafficking, she unilaterally designated him a villain and executed him. The situation feels off.”
“That doesn’t sound particularly strange to me.”
Plenty of seemingly upright heroes engaged in dirty work behind the scenes. It was extremely common in his own country as well. However, the man giving the briefing was not referring to that.
“There is intelligence that a Chinese A-class villain known as Blacksmith of the Shanghai Triad—also called ‘Zhao Xifu’—was present at the scene. Furthermore… the F-class porter who entered the Gate with her was sent to a superhuman detention facility immediately after the incident.”
“What?”
“There was no official announcement, but through unofficial channels we confirmed that the porter had apparently conspired with the B-class hero to lead the human trafficking ring. The strange part is that right before his arrest, there are records showing he transferred to the team of the very S-class hero who led the arrest.”
In other words: In a situation where the Seoul Gate may not have been S-rank, or where the hero may have transcended S-rank, that same S-class hero had transferred the F-class porter who cleared the Gate with her onto her team—only to personally throw him into a detention center less than two weeks later.
“This stinks.”
“Yes. The Korean government is clearly hiding something.”
The transfer of the porter was likely to conceal certain information about the Gate, and sending him to the detention center was a clean way to eliminate a witness. Whether it was the hero’s ability, the Gate’s true danger level, or some byproduct from inside the Gate, there were clear signs that they were attempting to hide something important.
The man gave a short nod.
“What is the name of that hero?”
“Botal Rabbit.”
“A rabbit, huh? Perfect. Send Gyuki.”
Among the twelve zodiacs, only three beasts stood ahead of the rabbit: rat, ox, and tiger. And among the S-class heroes currently in their country, there was one who could perfectly symbolize the ox.
“Spread false information that one of the villains on the Red Notice has slipped into Korea. Request investigative cooperation from the Korean government, then have him make contact with the rabbit. Assess her capabilities. Find out exactly what level she is at and whether she poses a threat.”
There were currently two hypotheses worth testing. Either the Korean government had deliberately concealed the Gate’s rank, or they had deliberately concealed the hero’s true rank. Since the Gate had already collapsed, the first could not be verified. Therefore, they would begin with the second.
International intelligence ultimately came down to selection and focus—a process of pruning information to gather more accurate data. If the hero turned out to be an unparalleled existence who surpassed other S-classes, they would prepare countermeasures. If the Gate’s rank had been manipulated, they would gather the reasons behind it and build a diplomatic strategy. That was the “politics” between neighboring nations.
This was the background behind S-class hero Gyuki’s visit to Korea, arriving at Incheon International Airport from Haneda International Airport. It took place two months after the Gate incident—or one month and two weeks after Botal Rabbit had apprehended Chrome Fist.