Chapter 73: New Human Alliance (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 73: New Human Alliance (3)
"Aaaah! Hngh! It’s—it’s too big! Ahhhhn!"
I lay on the bed, looking down at the woman panting as she rode my cock.
What was her name again?
I’ve been having sex with so many different women in rotation that I’m starting to get confused.
The woman with the large areolas swayed her massive breasts as if trying to hypnotize me every time my dick buried itself deep inside her.
Having reached her peak several times already, her face was completely vacant, drool trailing from her lips.
After I let out a thick ejaculation inside her, she just lay there trembling, her pussy wide open and overflowing with semen.
It’ll be a while before she snaps back to her senses.
Leaving the woman behind, I placed the cup containing my semen on the desk and stepped outside.
In the hallway guarded by sentries, Moja—whom I hadn't seen until now—was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching me.
"Hmm~ what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about working hard to contribute to the New Human Alliance."
When I gave her a bright smile, Moja smirked back.
"A crazy bitch like Madam might get all wet hearing that, but it’s obvious no one else is going to believe you."
"Well, I suppose so. Then how should I go about earning your trust?"
So even Moja admits that Madam is insane.
When I told Madam I would be loyal and diligently donate my sperm, she was so thrilled she granted my requests.
Since they collect semen once every two days, if I cum twice a day, that’s enough for four people.
When I asked her to let the other men rest from the collection process, she allowed it for exactly one person.
It wasn't much, considering dozens of men were taking turns for just one person to rest, but the men were incredibly grateful.
They looked at me like a hero sacrificing himself for them. One man, a C-rank hero who had been captured, even grabbed my hand and swore he would repay this debt if he ever got out.
"Is there even a need to gain trust? It’s not like you’re actually loyal."
Moja was seeing right through me.
Actually, everyone except Madam probably suspects me.
Does that mean everyone except Madam is sane?
"Shall the two of us have a private chat to build some trust then?"
Moja stared at me for a moment at my suggestion, then let out a sharp snort.
"Are you a male whore? I have no intention of sleeping with a man who throws his body around so loosely."
"I said a conversation. Why are you taking it the wrong way?"
"You’re actually pretty funny."
Uncrossing her arms, Moja approached me and poked my chest with her finger.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I’m frigid. My brain isn't ruled by sexual desire like those other bitches. Too bad for you, huh?"
Hmm, I see.
Her finger poked me with enough force to be painful, so I stepped back.
The collection room is well-soundproofed, so she shouldn't know what goes on inside, yet she spoke as if she’d watched the whole thing.
"You reek of male musk. You're not a hero; you're a male whore."
Ah, the smell.
Since I’d just finished a messy bout of sex, I must be covered in the scent of sweat and lust.
Looking at Moja, who was looking up at me with a mocking grin, I asked, "What should I call you?"
"I don't plan on getting friendly."
"I've been calling you 'Moja' in my head, but at least tell me your name."
"Trying to seduce me? Hehehe, interesting. We don't use names here. Just keep calling me Moja."
So they're hiding their identities from each other.
They follow Madam's orders, but seeing as there's zero respect, the bond within the Alliance seems weaker than I thought.
"I called that girl with the pigtails 'Halmangu,' and she got really angry."
"Seriously?! Ahahaha! You really are something else. You called her a hag? It's a miracle you're not dead."
At my words, Moja clutched her stomach and laughed out loud.
It was nice to see her laughing without worrying about her face scrunching up.
Her deep blue hair flowing from under her baseball cap was lustrous, and her face, which radiated a free-spirited vibe, was charming with its large eyes.
Moja, who had been laughing while gripping my shoulder, wiped away a tear that had escaped from laughing too hard.
"Ah, it’s been a while since I laughed that much. Call that hag 'Pretty.' Though we all call her a hag behind her back. If you don't want to die, you'd better call her Pretty."
What is she doing at her age?
Insisting on being called 'Pretty' herself... how pathetic.
"That look on your face—that’s exactly how we looked when we first heard it. But what can you do? That’s what she wants to be called. That bitch is crazy too."
Patting my shoulder, Moja walked past me.
"I don't know what you're planning, but give it your best shot. Keep me entertained."
I’ll certainly entertain you.
After Moja left, I returned to my room with the guards.
"Is it possible to exercise? It’s stifling just staying in the room."
"There is Master Muscle's training room. None of the men use it, though."
'Muscle' must be that muscular woman, right?
There’s no way the men, who are terrified of her, would ever go there.
"Oh? Then can I go there once? I want to work out."
"... ..."
The guard looked at me as if I were a freak but changed direction, telling me to follow.
Watching her hips as she walked ahead, I quietly undid my handcuffs.
As my mana returned, I sensed the flowing air to map out the shape of the surrounding corridors.
The layout isn't as complex as I expected.
It’s large, but the structure is similar to a standard building.
The area where the men are held is underground, so I couldn't see outside, but as we headed toward the training room, I could see windows through the partially opened doors along the way.
But all I could see were trees.
I might have missed something since I only caught glimpses, but it seems the place is surrounded by mountains.
Since a teleportation item wouldn't have enough range to flee to another country, there aren't many places in Korea where mountains are this sprawling.
Estimating our location, I entered the training room the guard led me to.
"Huu— Huu—"
In a spacious area filled with equipment, the muscular woman was working out alone.
With my current stats, she was performing squats with a weight that would crush me to death, all without a spotter.
Sweat rolled down her pumped muscles. Performing her exercises with flawless form, the muscular woman noticed me and racked the barbell.
"What is it?"
"Master Muscle, Jeong Yeon-woo said he wanted to exercise..."
The guard trailed off, seemingly intimidated by the muscular woman.
Hearing this, the muscular woman glanced at me and told the guard to leave.
"But I have to stand guard..."
"I'm here, so go take a break. Do you think he can escape from me?"
The guard looked at me briefly and then reluctantly left.
Once we were alone, the muscular woman scanned my body from head to toe.
"You've got a scrawny frame, but it's admirable that you want to work out."
The muscular woman approached me with a sinister smile.
"Huu—"
"Harder! Use your hips! You can swing more powerfully than that!"
"Huu—"
I exhaled sharply and set the barbell down.
"It doesn't look like you've worked out in a while, but your form is perfect."
The muscular woman gave me a thumbs-up in praise.
This crazy gym rat!
She approached me like she was going to devour me, and all she’s doing is coaching my workout?!
The muscular woman had been earnestly supervising my exercise.
From the looks of it, no one else here cares about working out, so she must have been lonely training by herself in this gym.
This gym rat was so excited to see a 'newbie' that she was going all out coaching me.
Act like a villain, for God's sake.
Drenched in sweat, I wiped the perspiration dripping from my chin.
The muscular woman, who had been caught up in the excitement of teaching, fell silent as she watched me.
Seeing her gaze shift slightly, it seems her interest has finally been piqued.
"Your muscles are incredibly sexy."
I spoke while looking at her.
"If you work out for about three years like I did, you can build a body like this too. I'll keep coaching you."
Rot here for three years? Not a chance.
When I complimented her muscles, I stroked her arm as she subtly flexed her bicep.
At my touch, her muscles twitched and hardened.
"The grain of your muscles feels different. You must have worked really hard."
"I've been at it since my teens. When it comes to muscles, I won't lose to anyone."
When I praised her effort rather than just the muscles themselves, she looked embarrassed while flexing even harder.
Then, her expression suddenly turned dark.
"Don't you find my muscles gross?"
"They're magnificent. They're the result of grueling patience and effort."
She must have heard some nasty things from men before, because she turned shy at my compliment.
I let my fingers play along the lines of her muscles, slowly crawling upward.
"I guess men and women don't do that kind of thing here."
"No matter how many crimes we commit, we don't engage in lowly acts like rape."
You seemed to be doing just fine earlier, though?
"Is that so? That's a shame then."
When I looked at her with a deep gaze and smiled, the muscular woman's face flushed as our eyes met.
With a reddened face and eyes darting around, she asked in a trembling voice.
"Does... does that mean... by any chance, with me?"
"Yes, I want to."
"... ... But you wouldn't like..."
"Why wouldn't I? You're stunning."
As I smiled, the muscular woman looked flustered, her eyes wandering.
My fingers, which had been slowly crawling up, gently brushed her collarbone as I brought my face closer to hers.
Meeting my gaze with trembling eyes, she swallowed hard and then kissed me fiercely.
Her tongue-work was awkward, showing a lack of experience, but the suction power was beyond imagination.
Churrrrrrrp—
It felt like she was trying to suck out all my saliva—no, like she was trying to pull my tongue right out of my mouth.
As she hugged me, her hands moved from my buttocks down to my thighs.
Huh?
Feeling a strange sensation, I looked down to see that she had grabbed my thighs and lifted me up.
My cock, protruding between my spread legs, pressed and rubbed against her crotch.
Her body was as hard as marble, but the entrance was soft, giving off a strange sensation.
Her rough hands, looking as if they might tear my clothes apart, pulled down my pants, leaving me dangling from her with my dick exposed.
"... ..."
The muscular woman fell silent as she looked down at the dick pressing against her abdomen.
Her eyes seemed filled with both fear and intense lust.
Seeing a girthy cock unlike any other, she froze in place.
When I pulled down her short gym shorts, a soft pussy nestled between sturdy thighs was revealed, accompanied by a wave of sweltering heat.
Still dangling in the air, I gripped my dick and lined it up with her entrance.
"Heeuuut..."
At the pressure of my dick struggling to lift its head against her pussy, the muscular woman let out a groan.
As her muscular thighs tightened, my dick was pushed even deeper into her entrance.
"It's hot..."
"Your body is warm too, Muscle-ssi."
"Sowon..."
"Pardon?"
"Park So-won is my name... Don't say it in front of others."
Park So-won, huh? It doesn't really suit her.
She seemed to know it too, as she turned her head away with an embarrassed face.
Moreover, despite being called 'Muscle' by everyone else, she gave me her real name—as expected, the bond of the flesh is the best.
Though we haven't even started yet.
She’s a villain, but with little romantic experience, she wants to be called by her name before having sex.
For someone the size of a mountain, she’s quite cute.
"Sowon-ah, you're warm."
"... ..."
She answered with her lower mouth.
Her labia majora tightened around the partially inserted dick as if trying to snap it off.
The pussy biting down on my glans and shaft was a bit painful, but a corresponding tingling pleasure flowed through my dick.
"Then will you call me Yeon-woo too?"
Taking advantage of the momentum, I switched to informal speech. She seemed to like it, as her labia squirmed and gave my dick a powerful massage.
"Ye-Yeon-woo..."
Hearing her answer, I slowly began to move my hips.
I pushed through, piercing the vaginal walls that resisted the invasion with intense pressure.
It was wet and soft, but the surrounding muscles pushed against the vaginal walls, squeezing my dick from all sides.
"Hauuu... huuut..."
Park So-won twisted her body in embarrassment, and I, hanging onto her, swayed in the air.
Unfortunately, she wasn't a virgin, so my dick slid past her non-existent hymen.
I slowly delved into the internal walls that felt like they were crushing my glans with their sheer strength, and then, timing it with her breath as her tension eased, I thrust in with all my might.
"Huaaaaa.... Ah, aaah... Hhaaaang...."
As my dick pierced deep inside her, her head snapped back toward the ceiling as she trembled violently.
Wait, there? Strength! Relax! Relax your grip!
The arms hugging me tightened around my body as if mimicking her pussy's grip on my dick.
Her massive breasts acted like airbags, but even they were flattened as she pressed herself tightly against me.
With both arms and my body pinned by Park So-won, I thrashed my hips like a fish out of water, continuously plunging my dick into her narrow depths.
"Haang! Hngh! What is this?! This... hngh! It's so different, haang!"
I thrashed even more vigorously so she wouldn't think of anyone else while having sex with me. Park So-won’s legs buckled, and she almost collapsed, but she barely managed to hold her ground.
Her posture lowered, and my feet touched the floor.
Breaking free from her loosened arms, I grabbed her firm, muscular buttocks and began to hammer my dick in even more powerfully than before.
Park So-won’s screams, sounding like moans, echoed through the training room. Her posture sank lower and lower until she finally collapsed backward.
But my piston-like thrusts didn't stop, continuing to pound into her defenselessly splayed crotch.
Park So-won, armed with muscle, could only pant beneath me, unable to do anything but surrender her pussy to me.