Chapter 72: New Human Alliance (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 72: New Human Alliance (2)
I stare blankly at Madam after hearing her explanation.
Her words were shocking.
Not because of the content, but because she’s a total psychopath.
I wonder how someone can be such a nutcase.
The fundamental premise of the New Human Alliance is that the "New Humans"—the Awakened—should purge the "Old Humans"—ordinary people—and rule the world.
But Awakening is completely random.
There’s a reason they’re called God’s agents or recipients of "Gifts."
Since this is a game world, there might be some hidden settings, but the conclusion reached by scientists in my previous world, after piling up mountains of Awakened corpses, was just one sentence:
"We don't know."
It’s a very famous quote. There was more to it, but the truncated "We don't know" is what spread the most.
No specific conditions or mutant genes were ever discovered.
It’s as if someone is chosen out of the blue to suddenly awaken and use powers.
Of course, there are premonitory symptoms like slight pain or a high fever, but even those vary from person to person and follow no set pattern. They’re just called "premonitions" because they haven't been established as a concrete theory.
That’s why occasionally, some kids with "eighth-grader syndrome" get all excited thinking they’re becoming Awakened whenever their bodies feel even slightly off.
Anyway, as far as anyone knows, Awakening cannot be controlled by human intervention or specific conditions.
But this crazy bitch thinks Awakening is hereditary.
Even though children of two Awakened parents don't necessarily become Awakened themselves, she’s prepared a meticulous rebuttal for that, too.
She claims it’s because the blood of the Old Humans still remains.
She believes that if the Awakened continue to breed over generations, the Old Human blood will thin out, eventually leaving only the New Human genes.
I said she was "meticulous," not "persuasive."
Go ahead and try it for a hundred years; see if that actually works.
She cited the Sunwoo Clan, one of the major clans, as an example, but they only maintain their status by adopting any Awakened found among their branch families.
She’s just grasping at straws to make an impossible theory sound plausible.
What’s scarier is that she firmly believes it’s the truth.
And so, she’s collecting the semen of the Awakened.
It’s only natural that I, the most rising prospect among male heroes, would become their target.
And I’ve learned one more thing: this factory, to be precise, isn't a "baby factory"—it’s a sperm factory.
That’s right. It’s not about "docking"; it’s about "collection."
What a bolt from the blue.
They say they collect semen once every two days, store it, and later implant it into Awakened women.
... ...
I need to get out of here right now.
It’s not even about having intense sex; they just collect it and that’s it? Are you people even women of this world?!
But then again, hearing the explanation, it makes sense if they’re purely pursuing their objective.
There are already so few men with any sex drive, and it seems many women were using "collection" as an excuse to satisfy their own lust.
Apparently, once the fire was lit, they’d go at it like crazy, turning "semen collection" into nothing but a rape party, so they changed the system.
They also say the supply rate went up once they let the men collect it themselves.
I’m leaving. Right now.
Asking me to fill a beaker with my own cum using nothing but my imagination and no porn? Are you insane?
You’re villains! Act like villains and do it wildly!
I sit in my solitary cell, which they call a "private room," and scream silently, but nothing changes.
I have magic-suppressing handcuffs on my wrists, but I can pick these easily.
The problem is how to bypass the surveillance.
Besides those four, there are many guards, and since I can only get information about the outside through the TV, I don't even know where I am.
If I try to leave and get caught... it might actually be good?
Since they want good genes, they won't kill me. They’ll probably take me to a punishment room and ravage me.
Thinking that way, my fear vanishes.
Taking advantage of a moment when the guards aren't looking, I tear open the TV, pull out a circuit board, and hide under my blanket.
Crouching toward the wall and pretending to be scared, I secretly break the circuit board into thin pieces.
"Yeon-yu-chan~ You were so full of yourself earlier, but now you’re trembling with fear?"
The twintails girl they called "Halmangu" loiters near my cell.
Glancing back, I see her looking at me with eyes that clearly want to torment me.
Since Moja called her Halmangu, does she maintain her youth through a skill or magic?
How does she do it? I’d like to know.
"You should answer, shouldn't you? Or do I need to give you some 'education'?"
"... ... Do you have something to say?"
Torn between the prospect of "education" and the "Halmangu" label, I finally answer.
I’m curious to see how she’d torment me, but when I think about her being a seventy or eighty-year-old woman, my dick bows its head in humility.
And with that personality of hers, I feel like she’d climb on top of me, grind her hips excitedly, and then suddenly turn back into an old lady just to fuck with me.
"No, no~ You can't become obedient already. Yeon-yu-chan, you need to try harder to resist. That’s the only way I’ll feel the reward of breaking you."
Halmangu speaks with an ecstatic look, her hands on her cheeks.
She secretly hid a bomb just to see me despair; she’s dying to torment me.
She has a nasty personality.
She probably gets off on seeing the people she brings here fall into frustration and despair.
She looks like an innocent girl on the outside, but she’s filled with malice on the inside.
"Yes, that’s the look. Let that fire burn a little brighter."
"People call you Halmangu... how old are you, exactly?"
BANG!
"Say that word one more time, and you’re dead."
Halmangu radiates killing intent as she punches the iron bars.
Judging by her reaction, she really must be old.
Her eyes, trembling with rage, are dyed with a madness that looks ready to strangle me at any moment.
When I remain silent, her expression slowly returns to normal, and she gives a thin smile.
"I’ll have to take special care of a bratty boy like Yeon-yu-chan. Look forward to it."
Halmangu gives a bright smile and leaves.
I watch the iron bars she punched—now slightly bent—before turning my head back.
If I don't want to end up in a bad way, I’d better escape quickly.
I use the thinned circuit board to unlock the handcuffs and feel for mana.
Sensing my surroundings, I feel the flow of air for a long time to get a rough idea of the internal layout.
As expected, it won't be easy.
The path is blocked by doors in the middle, so I can only map out this area filled with private rooms.
The security is quite tight, and there are many villains.
The funny thing is, for a "New Human Alliance" that wants to slaughter ordinary people, there are plenty of ordinary people among the guards.
They don't seem to be working under duress, which makes this a very strange place.
The next day, I line up with the other men to go to the collection room.
It feels like I’m experiencing life as a prisoner.
Of course, the food is good. I suppose it means I should eat well and produce well.
Most of them recognize my face.
"Hero Han Yeon-woo... how did you end up here..."
Since they have nothing to do but watch TV in their rooms, they know my face well.
The haggard-looking men fall into despair upon seeing me.
They aren't being raped, but I know the pain of being imprisoned without freedom.
A man who looks like he’s been here a long time gives me a tip.
"There will be a woman monitoring the collection room. Ignore whatever she says. They aren't allowed to touch us because the higher-ups told them not to."
"What do they usually say?"
"They act threateningly and say we have to listen to them, then they do bad things. Some people actually got tricked by their words and were raped."
The man hangs his head with a gloomy expression.
Excellent.
No matter how much you try to stop it, people who want to do it will find a way.
"Ugh... why does this dick even exist..."
"To shut women up."
"... ...?"
?
We look at each other with question marks on our faces.
Thinking I was joking, the men laugh awkwardly and look away.
"You there! Stop talking!"
The muscular woman at the very back shouts at us, and the men shut their mouths, glancing at her warily.
"Dammit... that gorilla woman..."
"Shh, shh. You’ll get in trouble. Look at that size; she could fold our waists with her bare hands."
"... ... Gross..."
The men curse the muscular woman while fearing her.
To be sure, the muscular woman has a powerful presence just by standing there.
I’m on the taller side, but she’s a full head taller than me, with broad shoulders and thick forearms.
However, her muscles aren't the grotesquely oversized kind from steroid abuse, so I don't find her gross.
In fact, her muscles are well-defined... and her face is actually quite pretty.
It’s like her body and face don't belong together.
Her wavy black hair is grown long down to her chest, and her eyes are deep like a foreign male actor's, giving her a strong impression.
At the same time, her feminine jawline and lips blend together to give her an overall androgynous feel.
She’s a beauty with a charm you don't see often.
"Got something to say?"
"No, I was just looking because you’re pretty."
"... ... Stop talking nonsense and look forward."
She likes it. She definitely likes it.
Since men call her gross, she must have no immunity to being called pretty.
Watching her look away slightly in embarrassment, I head into the collection room.
The collection rooms are all private.
Villains who care about human rights—how remarkable.
I was worried I’d become human livestock, stripped naked in a row with milking machines attached to my dick, but this place is surprisingly wholesome.
Inside, there’s a woman with short, dyed red hair.
The room is clean to prevent bacterial infection, and the redhead is wearing a neat, tidy outfit like something you’d see at a dentist’s office.
"Hello, what’s your name?"
"... ... It’s Hye-yun. Kim Hye-yun."
Kim Hye-yun, who had been glaring with fierce eyes, is taken aback by my friendly approach and gives her name.
"I’ll be in your care today, Hye-yun-ssi. Ah, do I just put the semen in this cup?"
"Y-yeah... but since it’s your first day, I have to watch."
So this is the "trick" that man was talking about.
The bed, where one can lie down comfortably, has curtains that can be drawn.
Right now, the other men are probably drawing their curtains and working hard on themselves.
Just imagining it is gross.
"What? You’re going to watch?"
"Yeah, that’s how it is on the first day. Know your place; you don't have the right to refuse."
"... ... Just watch?"
"Are you shy? Don't worry. You’ll get used to it."
Kim Hye-yun, whose thoughts are different from mine, smirks and watches me with sharp eyes.
"... ..."
I place the cup on the desk where it was and approach the seated Kim Hye-yun.
In the heavy atmosphere, she furrows her brows and prepares to attack at any moment.
"You think you can beat me even with those handcuffs on? You must be mistaken because you can't feel mana, but I’m an Awakened too."
For the sake of the deeply mistaken Kim Hye-yun, I unzip my pants and pull out my dick.
At the sight of her red hair and rebellious eyes, my already excited dick stands tall and magnificent.
As my dick threatens her face while she’s sitting, her rebellious eyes go blank.
"Hye-yun-ah."
When I call her name, she flinches, tears her eyes away from my dick, and looks up at me.
"Are you just going to watch?"
"... ..."
Kim Hye-yun, whose brain had momentarily stalled, understands my meaning and greedily swallows my dick as if someone might take it away.
Slurp, shluuuuuurp— lick, lick, suck, suck, gulp.
I stay still, but Kim Hye-yun’s red head moves vigorously, burying my dick in her mouth.
She’s so enthusiastic that her cheeks bulge where my dick pokes them.
Attagirl.
When I stroke her hair, she scowls and looks up at me.
Even so, her mouth doesn't stop sucking.
The hand stroking her hair moves to the back of her head and grips it.
Thinking I might be launching a surprise attack, she’s startled, but I just grip her head firmly and thrust my dick deep into her throat.
"Gah, cough. Hmmmph. Slurp."
Holding the head of the wide-eyed Kim Hye-yun, I thrust my hips hard, forcing my dick into the throat she’s trying not to open.
"Hye-yun-ah, suck harder."
At my words, Kim Hye-yun, who had been trembling, tightly closes her lips and begins to suck.
I feel the pressure across my entire dick as her throat opens to swallow it.
Occasionally her mouth opens, and a vulgar, loud shlup sound echoes, but she doesn't care and does her best just to suck.
She’s gagging and tears are welling in her eyes, but her face is full of excitement.
As the delinquent-looking redhead buries my pubic hair under her nose and gags, the stimulation builds.
Her frantic tongue tickles the base of the shaft roughly, causing my dick to swell.
As the dick lodged in her throat grows larger, Kim Hye-yun’s eyes widen in surprise.
"Phew— haa... haa..."
I push her forehead away with my palm, and a long string of saliva connecting her to my dick stretches before dropping to the floor.
Not forgetting her duty, Kim Hye-yun hurriedly grabs the cup, opens the lid, and holds my dick against it.
Splurt, spurt, spluuuurt.
As the thick semen begins to fill the cup, she gulps and stares.
"Incredible... it’s three or four times more than the others..."
Kim Hye-yun stares blankly at the semen in the cup.
I chuckle, pick up the lid, cover the cup in her hand, and speak.
"That’s it for today’s portion."
"Oh, right, it’s... it’s over..."
She sounds somewhat disappointed. I grab her chin and turn her head back toward my dick.
Glistening with her saliva, my dick is still throbbing.
"Then we can enjoy ourselves now, right?"
"... ..."
Slowly looking up at me, her eyes begin to be dyed with lust.
After thoroughly pampering Kim Hye-yun on the bed provided by the New Human Alliance, I had an interview with Madam as soon as I came out.
"I’ll be loyal! I’ll produce twice a day!"
At my bright expression, not only Madam but also the gathered villains like Moja and the muscular woman look completely dumbfounded.