This Doesn't Count Because I Didn't Enjoy It!! (3)
The man, Killer Toad, felt as though his heart might burst. For an E-class villain who had only just awakened—and one saddled with a worthless toad-like ability—this was the first time he had ever tasted such exhilaration. Humming a cheerful tune, he carefully smeared his bodily fluids all over the unconscious Botal Rabbit’s face. He was terrified she might wake up. Or worse, that she might already be wide awake and brimming with power.
S-class. The term meant surpassing even A-class, the so-called limit of humanity, to the point where one could no longer be called human at all. And if that S-class was a physical-enhancement hero, he could not afford even a moment’s carelessness. Heroes with physical reinforcement abilities typically possessed strong toxin resistance and recovered at an absurd rate. An S-class could kill him the instant she opened her eyes. The thought of staring down a sleeping lion or tiger sent shivers through him.
So he had no choice but to rely on the weakling’s weapons: vileness, filth, and sheer disgust. Those were the only advantages he held over Botal Rabbit. Virtuous S-class heroes could never dream of such depravity. A single drop of his toxin had already knocked out the prison guard when merely placed on the skin. Now he slathered that same toxin thickly across her face, and Killer Toad chuckled to himself.
Squelch. Plop.
“Hehehe, tasty, right? Huh? Tasty, isn’t it?”
The pale face was now coated in yellowish-brown slime that clung to her skin, trickled down the bridge of her sharp nose, and slipped between her soft lips. Botal Rabbit, breathing in shallow, rapid gasps, unconsciously swallowed every drop that entered her mouth while still unconscious.
Have a nice dream.
When he released her, Botal Rabbit slid limply to the ground. Her face was flushed, her breathing quick, her chest rising and falling softly with each breath. Every so often her body twitched on its own. Killer Toad’s gaze lingered on her smooth, supple thighs before a sudden thought struck him.
“Didn’t they say alcohol absorbs faster through mucous membranes?”
He remembered hearing that once from some lowlife thug he used to hang around with—the guy had claimed that pouring liquor into a woman’s ass got her drunk faster than drinking it. Killer Toad grew curious. Would his fluids work the same way?
He grabbed Botal Rabbit’s calf and, still humming, began dragging her deeper into the sewers. He wanted somewhere darker, more secluded, somewhere no one would interrupt. The surface was still in chaos thanks to Eight-Bomber’s terror attack, so he had all the time in the world.
Behind him, the abandoned smartphone lay gleaming, its screen reflecting their retreating figures.
—Sluuurp, smack, slurp, lick♡
“Ehh… haah♡ hnnng…♡”
This was the crude nest Killer Toad had thrown together in the half-day since his escape—a small space beside a septic tank at the end of a sewer tunnel. The cardboard boxes and newspapers he had scavenged were already stained yellow from the constant seepage of fluids from his body, and the floor was slick with filth. Her dirtied skirt, pink knit vest, and dainty white panties lay discarded like rags.
—Sluuurp, smack, lick♡
—Squish, slurp♡ splat♡
“Hyaa…♡ haah♡ haa…”
Atop the pile of trash made from boxes, newspapers, and old clothes lay a pale woman stretched out on her back. The man straddling her moved busily, his back the only thing visible—dark green skin glistening with seeping fluids. Sweat, saliva, and sticky slime trailed down her flawless, unblemished skin.
—Sluuuuurp!!
“Hyaaah♡!!!”
One of his hands clamped onto her large breast while his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking greedily. He bit, licked, and sucked, leaving teeth marks and planting kiss marks like stamps across her white skin. Meanwhile—
—Squish, squish, slurp♡
“Hnnk♡ hah♡”
Though she still wore her shirt, her skirt and panties had been stripped away. Between her bare legs, the man’s fingers worked inside her. Every time his fingers curled within her, her legs trembled violently. Her eyes remained tightly shut, brows furrowed.
“Hnnngh♡!!”
A pitiful moan escaped her. Even unconscious, her body twitched and accepted the pleasure. Her spread thighs occasionally kicked weakly into the air, quivering.
“Hmm… still not waking up?” Killer Toad muttered, lifting his mouth from her chest. A string of saliva stretched between his lips and her nipple. He pinched the pink bud between his fingers, twisting it as he pondered. He wanted to shove his cock inside her right now, to pound her senseless. Time was on his side, but he feared what would happen if Botal Rabbit woke up at full strength. Her power was already considered a nuclear weapon in villain circles. Sliding between the legs of a woman like that was terrifying, no matter how helpless she looked right now.
He swallowed hard, staring down at her for a long moment… then made his decision.
“If I smear it deeper, what the hell can the bitch do? She already passed out from just a few mouthfuls!”
Courageous men get the beauty. That was how it worked.
Splat.
He scraped fresh fluids from the glands under his arms, in his groin, and along his back. Staring at the yellowish-brown, sticky mass, he squeezed his eyes shut and shoved it into his own mouth.
“Ugh.”
Even though the toxin didn’t affect him, the taste and smell were revolting. This was supposed to be a last resort, but if he was going to die anyway if he failed, there was no better time than now. He worked the fluids around in his mouth, then parted his lips wide. Slowly, he lowered his head between Botal Rabbit’s legs.
“Hey. Botal Rabbit. If you don’t wake up now, your pussy’s gonna get wrecked, you know? Huh? Wake up already. You gonna let an E-class villain destroy your cunt?”
Twitch!
Perhaps it was his breath. The pretty pink folds, glistening with arousal, quivered and leaked another drop of fluid. Killer Toad grinned.
“Filthy slut. You were looking forward to this, weren’t you? Hehehe. Bon appétit~!!”
—Drip…
His tongue slid out—longer and thicker than a normal human’s. Toads were slow, heavy, and bloated, but what made them predators wasn’t their poison. It was their long, dexterous, elastic tongues that could move exactly as they wished.
—Slurp♡
The yellowish tongue, dripping with slime, pushed aside her folds and slowly sank inside.
—Squelch, slurp♡!!
“Hik♡?!”
It forced its way into her tightly closed, nectar-slick passage, reaching depths no fingers could touch.
—Splat.
“Heuk♡!”
Her cervix. The deepest gate that had never opened even once since her awakening, thanks to her unique physiology that prevented normal ovulation.
—Slurp♡
“Hyaaah♡♡!!”
The coiled tongue pried open the clenched muscles and slipped inside, unfurling to release its stored fluids directly into her womb.
—Splat. Splat.
Twisting the tip, he began painting every inch of her uterus. Concentrating all his senses on his tongue, Killer Toad suddenly felt something soft tapping repeatedly against both cheeks.
—Twitch♡ Twitch♡
Botal Rabbit’s arms and legs were stretched out, trembling and flailing. Her thighs lifted into the air, kicking weakly.
—Splat♡!
When his tongue tip struck somewhere deep inside her womb, her waist jerked upward.
—Squirt♡.
A gush of clear fluid sprayed across his face. Her body went limp again, limbs dropping heavily, though they still twitched faintly in response to his movements and breath.
“Fuuuucked up (your cunt’s wrecked).”
Killer Toad snickered as he slowly withdrew his tongue. As it dragged along her inner walls, her thighs trembled once more.
“Ohhk♡??!!”
—Lick.
After giving her labia a light swipe and coiling his tongue back, he scraped up more of his fluids, worked them in his mouth, then lowered his head again. Steam rose from her sex as he let his tongue hang above it.
“If you don’t wake up soon, your life might really be over, you know? Huh?”
—Sluuurp!!
Once more his long tongue slid between her folds.
“Ohek♡!!”
*
At that same moment, Colossus watched the demolition work with weary eyes. Demolition work meant preemptively destroying buildings on the verge of collapse that showed no signs of life, preventing further damage. Unlike tunnel blasting, demolishing a large building in the middle of the city was extremely dangerous and required great precision. The most experienced disaster-response heroes had to personally supervise urban demolitions to prevent catastrophic accidents.
Eight-Bomber’s terror attack had abruptly stopped roughly eight hours ago. While the Oracle Institution had yet to make an official announcement, the atmosphere on site already treated the incident as effectively over.
‘The last part is always the most dangerous.’
Colossus stood calmly, scanning the area without a single gap in his vigilance. He had now gone over fifty hours without sleep. If he added supervising demolition work across multiple terror sites, the job probably wouldn’t finish until evening even without further attacks.
“Hmm.”
He fiddled with his phone, staring at the empty notification screen. When the terror had seemed to be winding down, he had sent Yeonha a message. That had been around ten-thirty. Colossus frowned slightly. Unlike him, Yeonha lived with her phone glued to her hand and always replied within five minutes. It was already one-thirty now—three hours had passed with no reply. This was… strange.