Suitcase Abduction (2)
Chiharu flashed a satisfied smile in the darkness. Her first mission had been "retrieval," but the second was securing the "tribute." Her master would want everything from this bitch. She opened the desk drawer scattered beside the bed. Inside were Kim Sea's student ID, her worn passport, and... a family photo in a frame, showing her grinning brightly with her brother.
Chiharu gazed down at the photo with contemptuous eyes. This innocent, happy past. A thrilling surge of pleasure ran up her spine at the thought of ending it all with her own hands and offering this woman's everything to her master. She stuffed every piece of identification proving Sea's identity into the side pocket of the suitcase.
With all preparations complete, just as she was about to drag the suitcase out of the room—
"S-Stop... right there."
A frail, cracked voice echoed from the darkness of the living room. Chiharu turned her head to see a man in pajamas standing there. His face was pallid from days of stress and guilt, his eyes hollow. It was Kim Jihyuk. In his trembling hands, he clutched an aluminum baseball bat—the symbol of his final act of resistance.
He had first felt a spark of hope upon seeing the massive shadow in the darkness. "You... 'Crow'...?" His voice carried desperate expectation, clinging to the last thread of salvation.
But as the shadow stepped into the faint light of the living room, his hope shattered. What he saw was no plague doctor's mask of the savior. It was a bewitching fox mask, and below it, impossibly voluptuous breasts strained against a pitch-black latex suit that no man could possess. And from the giant suitcase behind her came a faint, horrifying whirring... vrrr....
"Y-You... you're...!" Jihyuk's face twisted in horror and rage. "Sea... where's Sea! You monster bitch!"
"Looking for her? Your little sister." Chiharu kicked the suitcase lightly with contempt. A muffled Mmph! escaped from inside, and the vibrations intensified wildly.
"G-Give me back my sister!" Jihyuk lost all reason and charged, swinging the bat wildly. But to Chiharu, his clumsy attack looked like a child's tantrum. She easily ducked and seized his wrist, twisting it with a crack. He screamed and dropped the bat. She grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall.
"Guh...!"
"Want me to kill you?" Chiharu's eyes gleamed with murderous intent behind the mask. She figured snapping his neck would be the cleanest, most efficient way to complete the mission.
But in that moment, a crueler, more delightful idea flashed through her mind—one that would please her master far more.
Yeah... just subduing him is too boring. Make his pathetic big brother watch as his sister chooses hell herself. That'll be the perfect training and the ultimate report.
She kept Jihyuk pinned to the wall and dragged the suitcase forward with her foot. Then, deliberately, she slowly unzipped it.
"Mmph... mmph...!"
In the darkness emerged Kim Sea, naked and crumpled, drenched in sweat, tears, and fluids. Panties gagged her mouth, and between her legs, a dildo vibrated furiously, relentlessly violating her body.
"Now then... let's ask your sister directly."
Chiharu smirked mockingly as she yanked the panties from Sea's mouth and grabbed her hair, forcing her to face her brother. "Speak, Kim Sea. Your brother's here to save you." Her voice turned ice-cold and deadly serious, forcing a choice. "Decide. Rot away forever in this trash heap of a room, a spectacle for the world and government bait alongside this weak, useless brother... or come with me, reunite with the one who made you like this—your true Master—and be reborn as the perfect bitch."
Sea’s trembling ash-brown eyes darted between Chiharu and her brother.
In her eyes, her brother was trapped in despair and helplessness against the wall, unable to do anything. He loved her, but he couldn't protect her. His presence was now just a chain of guilt binding her to this hell.
And Chiharu, who hated and despised her, was the only one who could pull her from this abyss. Behind her stood the Master—the man who broke her but taught her unforgettable pleasure, affirming her existence.
Her body already knew the answer. The stigmata on her lower abdomen, the dildo between her legs, the etched memories of ecstasy—all pointed to one path.
A final tear rolled from Sea's eye. It was an apology and farewell to her brother.
"...Oppa."
Her voice was so small, choked with sobs, it was barely audible.
"...I'm sorry."
"Sea... no... I was wrong... I'll take responsibility... please..."
"I... I can't take it anymore. Every night in my dreams... he holds me... and when morning comes... I feel so filthy I go mad... You don't know, oppa... how much this body... craves him... It's... better to just... be his..."
She turned to look up at Chiharu. Resistance was gone from her eyes—only total submission remained, having forsaken everything.
"So... oppa." She mustered her last strength to deliver the cruelest words. "...Just... forget me. Pretend you never had a sister like me. Please... let me go."
Jihyuk's world crumbled completely. His strength failed, and he slumped to the floor.
Chiharu savored the perfect scene of despair with a victor's smile. She gripped Sea's chin, forcing her gaze. "A very wise choice, my cute junior bitch."
She gently pushed Sea back into the suitcase and zipped it up. Then, she walked past the collapsed Jihyuk toward the front door.
"We'll put your sister to very good use."
That was the last thing Jihyuk heard. The door closed, leaving only his hollow sobs in place of the suitcase's vibrations.
She closed the front door, leaving only a man's hollow sobs inside. Chiharu smiled satisfied in the darkness, the sound at her back. She gripped the handle of the massive suitcase. Through her fingertips, she felt the faint, rhythmic vibrations from within.
The moment she dragged it into the hallway, the world inside turned to hell.
Thud, thud, thud...
The wheels rumbling over the floor shook Sea's entire body. In pitch blackness, she couldn't even gauge how she was crammed. Damp panties gagged her, stealing her breath; her hands were bound behind her back. Worst was the dildo raging between her legs. Each jolt drove it mercilessly into her deepest, tenderest walls.
"Hnnngh...♡ Mmph...♡" Suppressed moans burst from her throat. Waves of shame, terror, and irresistible pleasure crashed over her shattered mind again and again.
Chiharu exited the officetel. The blackout chaos continued, most eyes drawn to the exploded transformer. Her master's cloak perfectly concealed her. She slipped away into the darkness.
But her master's warning proved true.
As she rounded the alley corner, a sharp shout rang out behind her. "Halt! Stop right there!"
Eyes trained professionally from the black sedans. They weren't ordinary humans. They hadn't "seen" her—they sensed the subtle distortion in space, the unnatural void she created.
"Unidentified individual confirmed! Target: black robe! Repeat, target is black robe!"
The urgent voice crackled over radios, and agents poured from hiding spots around the alley. Chiharu clicked her tongue. Fucking pests. She first tried evasion. Her steps weren't human—she glided between shadows, slipping through their net.
Then, one YouTuber amid the blackout crowd caught the scent of a scoop. He spotted unnatural movement deep in the dark alley beyond the police line. He maxed the zoom on his smartphone camera.
"Viewers! Something's happening over there! People in black different from the cops are moving!"
Horrific noise and a massive black silhouette ghosting through the dark faintly appeared on his feed.
"Run?" Chiharu's lips curled in contempt beneath the fox mask under her cloak. "I've never run. I was just... gathering you pests in one place."
She abandoned evasion. She couldn't flee with tail tucked wearing her master's gift against these fools. She released the suitcase handle and slowly drew the magic bow from her back.
"Attack intent confirmed! Subdue!"
The agents charged. Chiharu moved. She didn't shoot—instead, she swung the sturdy bow like a club. Her speed was invisible. She shattered the first agent's knee, the second's elbow, the third's collarbone. Screams echoed as three rolled away.
She nocked black shadow arrows. Whoosh! Whoosh! Two silent shots pierced the remaining agents' shoulders, pinning them to the wall like crosses.
"Argh!"
"Insane... insane... Everyone seeing this?! That black robe... took down armed agents alone!" The YouTuber's voice trembled with excitement. His camera desperately captured the superhuman fight in the dark.
Screech—! Two sedans blocking her path charged madly. Chiharu didn't dodge. She nocked two arrows, aiming at the front tires.
Boom! Bang! Mana-charged arrows didn't just puncture—they exploded tires and wheels entirely. The sedans spun out of control, crashing into each other with a roar, their crumpled hulks forming a perfect barricade behind her.
"Whirrr— thump thump thump—!"
Then, propeller roar split the night sky, a massive searchlight bathing her. Police chopper. "Ground target! Drop your weapon and surrender immediately! Repeat: surrender now!"
The intense light let the YouTuber's camera briefly capture her clearly. Massive crow-feather cloak. Tight black silhouette beneath. And the bewitching fox mask over her face.
"F-Fox mask...!! It's the Kitsune Huntress!!! Everyone!!! The Fox Mask has appeared in Korea!!!"
With his shout, his stream's chat exploded, servers straining.
Chiharu looked skyward. She nocked a single arrow slowly, reverently. Her lower abdomen seal blazed red, channeling all her mana to the bow and arrow tip.
Crimson-black flames flickered like heat haze from the arrowhead.
She ignored the cockpit, targeting the tail rotor stabilizing the chopper.
She released. The arrow transcended sound, streaking like a blood-red meteor. It smashed the spinning tail rotor dead-on.
Krunch—!
Metal tore and shattered; the rotor exploded into the air. The chopper lost balance, spinning wildly like a top. "Mayday! Mayday! Loss of control! Crashing!"
The pilot's desperate scream broadcast citywide. The searchlight slashed the sky erratically as the chopper screamed into the distant skyline.
It was over.
Chiharu glanced indifferently at the black smoke rising over her shoulder. She gripped the suitcase handle again. Inside, amid the chopper-crash jolts, came Sea's faint, broken whimpers—she'd climaxed countless times already.
"No more pests now."
She vanished into the darkness, leaving chaos behind. Her steps were light. Mission accomplished, her power proven, pests toyed with perfectly. No hunt could be more flawless. And she didn't know—her brief, overwhelming battle was live-streamed worldwide via one YouTuber's camera.
