The B-Rank Hunter Was Appointed Girlfriend to a Gallant Sidekick♡
From that day on, the relationship between Yuyeong and Arang was different.
Out in the world they carried on as if nothing had happened at all. Blank-faced, she went about her hero work, sat for commercial shoots, and attended meeting after meeting. The moment she stepped through the door at home, though, she began slipping into clothes that left less and less of her covered. A crop top with dolphin shorts, for instance. Or a white T-shirt that didn't even fit, worn so her chest was shoved into shameless relief.
And then she would drift over and press herself against him, and for Arang it was nothing short of torture.
The massages grew more blatant by the day. Now, before they even started, she would sway her hips in a slow little roll, or part her legs just enough to make the invitation unmistakable. She had stopped pretending she meant to hide it. She provoked him on purpose, and every day he answered by pounding her without mercy.
A day passed. Then two, then three, then four. Time kept sliding onward.
"Nnh... ahhh...♡"
The massage room had long since become a sex room. All that echoed through it now were filthy moans and the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh.
She flaunted those revealing outfits as if she wanted him to look, then clung to him until there was no space left between them. Night after night, under the excuse of a massage, they fucked as if he meant to get her pregnant, and she could feel it herself—her body being trained, little by little. She didn't stop. She craved his cock as if she were begging him to drag her further down.
By the time Arang had about four days of life left, she had grown even bolder.
"Um... Arang?"
"Yes? What is it?"
She sat beside him, rubbing her thighs together, her breath coming a little rough.
Ah. That might work, too.
"Today, could we start the massage a little earli—"
"Before that. There's something even better. Would you like to try it?"
He had been watching her, and the question cut her off as if a better idea had just occurred to him. Ordinary sex, he had decided, was never going to break her.
"Something... even better...?"
Yuyeong tilted her head and looked up at him. Her eyes were full of curiosity, and of expectation.
"Yes. There's something that feels good if you do it before the massage. Just trust me with it."
"......"
She swallowed hard and shivered.
If she did whatever he meant and then received the massage, it might feel even better. The offer was far too tempting. She was already losing her mind from how good it was. Every time ended in a filthy climax and her blacking out—so what on earth could feel better than that?
She was excited. Far too excited.
"Th-then... I'll trust you...♡"
She glanced aside from his gaze, as if she didn't quite trust herself, and smiled.
"Good choice. I'll make you feel wonderful. Let's start by taking those pants off."
"Haa... hnn...♡"
Her breathing had gone completely ragged. Something expectant swam thick in her eyes, and her gaze was fixed downward, on herself.
Up top she wore a tight crop top that shoved her large breasts into blatant relief, but she had grown used to that. It was hardly the problem. The real problem was the emptiness below her waist. She wasn't even wearing underwear. Her mound and her clit sat fully exposed as she perched on Arang's lap.
If she had only sat there quietly, it might have been bearable. She hadn't. Her legs were spread, and something large and hard kept grinding against her completely bared mound.
"Haa... haaah...♡"
It was his cock. The thing that had ravaged her pussy, her cunt, her womb without mercy. Just looking at it made her love-juices seep. They leaked, and little by little they dirtied that thick cock.
Stop... please, stop...♡
Burning with a mad shame, she begged her own pussy. No. She didn't want to look like some slut who dripped just from a cock touching her. But there was no holding it back. She had already been trained to this cock, and her slick came out to greet it the way a dog trots out to greet its master.
"Miss Yuyeong. Or should I be calling you Hero Angel...?"
Even then, Arang—who had her gathered in his arms—opened his mouth.
Angel. He used to call her by her name. Why, now...?
Somewhere deep in her chest, a small, sulky hurt stirred.
"If you don't answer, I'll have to stop here."
"Y-yes... call me whatever you want..."
She was being handled like an animal under training, and still she didn't tell him to stop.
"Then... I'll call you Angel. I feel like calling you that today."
"......"
Under the excuse of massage they had kept having sex, and something between them had shifted. Yuyeong grew more and more obedient. Arang grew bolder, and began handling her like an object. When a schedule summoned them, of course, they slipped back into hero and sidekick as if nothing were different. At home, it was another story. Even inside a relationship turned completely upside down, she couldn't muster a single scrap of resistance.
This... I absolutely can't give this cock up...♡
A cock like this couldn't be found anywhere else. Only Arang had it. A cock like a sacred relic.
"Then... Angel. This is your first time doing it outside the massage room, isn't it?"
"It is..."
"We've done it in the massage room every day. Sitting here like this, what are you thinking?"
"......"
What was she thinking? Honestly, the biggest feeling was shame. Doing this in the living room of the house, and not the massage room, was unbearably embarrassing. Maybe, without realizing it, she had decided the massage room was the only place where sex was allowed.
"...I'm embarrassed. Terribly."
Yuyeong said it plainly.
"Ah. I like it when you're honest."
As a reward, Arang moved his hand, slipped one finger into her pussy, and slowly rubbed along her inner walls.
"Hnk—haah..."
She shuddered and shook her head from side to side.
"Every time you answer me properly, I'll add another finger. And at the end... you know what comes then, don't you?"
He whispered it with a pleasant, good-natured smile.
"...Ah."
"Then, on to the next question."
Before Yuyeong could get a word out, he moved straight on.
"How many times have you climaxed so far, in total?"
"......"
How many times. Honestly, she had come so often she couldn't count them. The day he first put it in, she had reached a hundred. After that, a hundred at the very least, every time. Even taking only the minimum, that was something like two thousand climaxes. She might have come even more than that, but this was all she could call to mind now.
"A-about two thousand... I think."
The moment she reported the number, a little spurt of slick leapt from her pussy. Just reporting how many times she had come was enough to push her, faintly, over the edge.
"Two thousand... Honestly, I think it was more than that, but since you can't remember all of them, I'll let it pass."
At the same time, another finger slid into her.
"Hnnnngh...♡"
Now she was making sounds that broke apart, her mouth opening and closing helplessly.
"Good girl. Two left, then. Bear with it just a little longer."
"Y-yes..."
Once his fingers were inside her, resistance was impossible. Arang's touch—no, not a mere sidekick's touch anymore, but something else's—was absolute over her.
"Third question, then. Is there someone you like?"
"Someone I like...?"
There wasn't. She had never loved anyone. For all that her hero name was Angel, she had never once been warm to anybody. So this, at least, she could answer for certain.
"There isn't... there wasn't. But maybe there is now..."
Yuyeong didn't quite hand him a proper answer. Even so, she was quietly pointing at someone. Arang noticed. Of course he did.
"Maybe there is, huh. Whoever they are, they're a lucky person. Having Hero Angel's love all to themselves."
"...♡"
What a mean man. He knew, and he still said it like that.
Even so... I like it.
If he hadn't noticed, it might have genuinely hurt.
At last his third finger entered her.
"Hyaaahn...♡"
This was the last of them. Instead of another finger, the ones already inside her would start to move in earnest.
"All right. Last question."
And Arang asked it while his fingers dragged, very slowly, along her inner walls.
"Angel. Will you go out with me? Properly?"
"H-huh...?"
The last question was nothing she had imagined, and Yuyeong's mouth fell open on a stupid little sound. Well, of course it did. He had just dropped a confession on her out of nowhere. It wasn't that she disliked it. But now that it had rushed right up to her face, she hesitated. Was it really all right to love this man? Was it really all right to be paired with him?
"As I thought, even this much gives you pause. Then I'll make it easier to choose."
"Ah—w-wait, just a—!"
Make it easier to choose. She understood what that meant in an instant and tried to speak. His fingers were faster than her words.
They drove in, wet and relentless, again and again and again.
"Ohhh—ahhhnn♡♡"
His fingers began to work her weak spot without mercy. Slick sprayed from her like a sprinkler as she threw her head back and her hips jerked.
"Well? Can you decide now?"
"Ahh♡ W-wait, wait just a—♡♡"
She tried to answer, but she had come in a mindless string of climaxes and couldn't form the words.
"If you don't say it, I'll keep going. So if you want me to stop, say it quickly."
"Ohhh—hiiiik♡♡"
Ten, twenty, thirty—past fifty, until the count of her climaxes reached seventy.
Ah, ah♡ A big one's coming♡♡
In the middle of it, her body understood that something enormous was about to arrive. Instinct rang the alarm. If she came now, it would be truly dangerous.
"D-danger♡ It's dangerous, s-stoppp♡♡"
"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is answer. Then everything ends."
His fingers plunged and ground, over and over.
"Hooooohhht♡♡"
She reached another climax, and in that same instant he pressed hard into her weak spot.
It burst out of her in a roaring gush.
"Ohhh—ahhhhh♡♡"
This was nothing like the sprinkler climaxes from before. She squirted like a fountain, gushing pussy-juice the way a sink overflows, and came. The pressure was so strong it soaked the big wall-mounted television on the far side of the room.
Even after she had squirted, her hips kept twitching through the aftershocks, and Arang whispered into her ear.
"I'll ask one more time. Hero Angel. Will you go out with me?"
Even in the moment a pleasure big enough to make her brain tingle crashed over her, that voice reached her ear. A voice that felt far too familiar. Far too natural.
In the end, she opened her mouth, carefully.
"Yes... I'll go out with you...♡ I'll be your girlfriend, so please keep loving Yuyeong's pussy...♡"
Crack.
She felt something inside her heart split, and she didn't care in the slightest. She rolled her hips toward the man at her back—her lover now—and fawned on him.
She hasn't submitted. But she's nearly there.
Watching her, Arang hoisted her up into a mating press.
"Then, to celebrate becoming lovers, shall we do a little more?"
"♡"
Yuyeong didn't really answer. Her eyes, though, were already the eyes of a woman in love.
Today, it seemed, he would be able to conquer her completely.