A B-Rank Hero Goes Into Heat and Begs for Cock Even on a Commercial Shoot♥
"Reshi is... my junior."
"Your junior. Is that right?"
"Yes. We were a year apart at the Academy. We ran into each other all the time and ended up getting close."
So they were senior and junior from the Hero Academy. I'd never once seen this character before, which told me she probably hadn't mattered much to the story. Still, close enough to show up at the house at the crack of dawn... that's not ordinary friendship.
I knew who she was now. What I needed was a way to deal with what had just happened. And no wonder it had happened. She'd come to her dear unnie's place first thing in the morning, some strange man had opened the door, she'd pushed her way inside anyway, and when she opened the bedroom she'd found that same unnie resting after rutting like an animal. It would have been stranger if she hadn't been shocked out of her mind.
I'm screwed.
She was perfect as my next target, and the whole thing had gone spectacularly sideways from the very first second. First impressions matter most, and I'd ruined ours. ...Right now the priority is making some kind of contact and repairing a relationship I wrecked before it even started.
I could always go after some other A-rank Hero, but that would take a mountain of achievements first. The problem was that as a mere Sidekick, there was simply no way for me to build any real rapport with an A-rank.
"Yuyeong. I need to explain myself. Think you can set up a chance for me to talk to her?"
I'd been using nothing but polite speech every day, and switching to casual still didn't sit right. The honorifics wanted to latch onto my tongue and stay there.
"Yes. If that's what Master wants, I'll make it happen somehow!"
Her face wasn't the cold mask it used to be. Softer, warmer — she finally looked like a person, if that was the right way to put it. Either way, she was so much better than before that she seemed easier to approach. Not that there's much left to approach. I've already finished training her.
I was turning the next steps over one by one when she spoke.
"U-um... Master?"
"Ah. What is it?"
"It's... um, well... once this is over, would it be all right if I asked for a massage again...?"
A massage. When she wasn't worked up, when sex wasn't driving her, she still seemed painfully shy. I'll have to fix that too. Not all at once, but little by little. If we kept calling it a massage while doing nothing but sex every single night, that would get strange, wouldn't it?
...I still can't push any harder than this. Honestly, half of what happened the night I broke her had been the heat carrying me along. I'd spouted things I never could have said sober. I'd rather not cross any further lines from here...
I aimed for pure love, but my life was on the line. I couldn't afford to think of nothing else. If I didn't want to die, I had to break the heroines through training. It was like a curse handed down by that damned goddess.
"Haa... huff..."
Reshi slipped out of the building and ducked into a dark alley nearby. She still couldn't calm down. Her breath came in pants, her brow knotted tight.
What... what did I just see...?
It felt like a vicious nightmare. Yuyeong-unnie, the one she'd been with since their Academy days, had been lying naked on the bed, her body covered in flushed marks and bite marks. Even the purest person alive would have known at a glance what the two of them had done, finding her like that in a house she shared with a man.
Sex... they had sex?
Unnie, who had always been so dependable, having sex. And with some huge, lanky bastard, no less. His face was pretty handsome, though. High-spec, even... I don't know. That wasn't what mattered. What mattered was finding out what kind of relationship Unnie had with that man.
Is this that fuck-buddy thing I've only ever heard about? Or are they dating? Dating already didn't sit right. A fuck buddy sat even worse. She couldn't hand Unnie over to some washed-out telephone pole of a man.
Unnie wouldn't have been the one to suggest sex first... Absolutely not. Pure, kind Yuyeong-unnie, the model everyone else looked up to, would never have made a vulgar offer like that. If they really are just fucking... I'll tear that bastard's cock and balls off myself.
A fuck buddy was something that shouldn't exist. Sex had to be the fruit of love — not mere physical release, but emotional communion along with it. It was not something you did just to scratch an itch.
Ugh... and that scent in the room...
But the real problem was something else. The smell that had hit her the moment she stepped into Unnie's bedroom. A thick, unidentifiable fragrance had clouded her judgment — her body tingling, her lower belly clenching. That was the only way to describe it. She had no idea what the scent was, or why it had done this to her, but it was dangerous. A bewitching fragrance. Let her guard down for even a moment and she felt she might truly be spellbound.
A good nose is poison at a time like this...
Her trait was Beastification [Model: Leopard]. She lived in a permanent shift as a leopard beastkin, leopard ears and tail always present, and in exchange she had gained strength, speed, and senses that far surpassed any human. It was no exaggeration to say that was how she had climbed all the way to A-rank Hero.
I worked that hard to reach A-rank, and Unnie... had slept with a man Reshi had never even seen before. More than anger or disbelief, guilt came crashing in. She kept thinking she should have paid closer attention. Unnie helped me so much at the Academy.
When Reshi didn't understand something, Unnie explained it kindly. They ate together. They played together. In the Academy, that den where the strong ate the weak, Unnie had been her only light. And now that light was about to go out. She could not accept it.
I'll tear that man away from her, no matter what.
Whatever it took, she would make it so. Reshi swore it to herself, pulled her cap low, and stepped out of the alley, forcing herself to ignore the clenching that still hadn't left her lower belly.
Meeting Reshi right away was impossible. We each had work of our own. After a full day of rest, Yuyeong and I went back out the next day.
Early on there's a Kaijin lull. The monsters thin out, and Heroes have less to do. Once that opening stretch passed, Kaijin would start appearing in earnest and the Heroes would get busy. What I had to do now was use this window well — build as much power as I could, and stretch my lifespan.
Yuyeong's a peerless beauty, so the commercial offers never stop. We picked through them carefully: nothing that would hurt her image, work that would actually help, and the jobs that paid. Even then we were this busy. If we hadn't filtered at all, it would have been worse.
Today we'd come to a game commercial shoot. A new online game, I'd been told, full of demons, angels, and fallen angels. It was supposedly from MC Craft, a famous company in this world... but I hadn't heard a single rumor about the actual gameplay, so it probably hadn't been a success.
Then again, who even plays games these days? This world was full of superhumans — Heroes, Villains, Kaijin — running wild. We were living something more fantastical than fantasy itself, so games were bound to lose their pull. Heroes in bizarre outfits and stranger forms walked the streets all the time. Why bother with a game? The medium itself was a culture on its way to dying out. A handful of giant companies were still holding on, but unless someone developed the tech to climb into a capsule and play a virtual reality as real as life, the industry had no chance of coming back.
And that kind of technology doesn't exist right now. As I recalled, it never showed up even by the game's ending.
So why isn't she coming out? She only went in to change...
I kept waiting outside the dressing room, but the door showed no sign of opening. Once I confirmed the cast prep room was empty, I went straight over and knocked.
"Miss Angel. Is it going to be much longer?"
We'd agreed that outside, I would use her Hero name, Angel, instead of Yuyeong. She'd looked rather disappointed, but calling her by her real name was a sure way to stir up gossip and scandal. I wanted none of that.
Knock, knock, knock. No answer came. A moment later the door opened... and the sight inside was more than a little stimulating.
"Manager, Managerrr..."
She called to me in a pitiful, seductive voice and pulled me straight inside. Yuyeong stood there in a soft, sacred white dress, the kind an angel might wear. The dressing room itself was fairly spacious, so the two of us could come in and take up a position without any trouble.
"...Why weren't you coming out? And why did you drag me in here?"
"Th-that's..."
Yuyeong hemmed and hawed, fidgeting with her fingers. Her face was flushed red, sweat running down it. Anyone could see she wasn't in a normal state. At last she squeezed her eyes shut and found the courage to go on.
"My lower belly keeps trembling... and my body won't stop heating up... I-I was wondering if I could ask for just one massage, here..."
"......"
A massage. Right. So that was it. Only then did I understand what she wanted. Lucky it's not pain — she's in heat. If you can call that lucky...
It hadn't been long since she'd awakened to lust, so I figured that was why she was still burning up. In this world's story, most of the heroines spent the days after their first time acting like they were in heat, tempting and provoking again and again. Every quirk from the game really did seem to have been imported whole. This is reality, and yet something here definitely surpasses reality... I felt as if I'd been dropped into a world where common sense had been rewritten.
"Haa..."
But I couldn't send her out like this. If I let her go on set in heat and something happened, I wouldn't be able to handle the fallout. The only option was to satisfy her thoroughly, right here.
"Yuyeong. Turn around."
"Y-yes...♥"
I gave the order as I slowly lowered my pants and underwear and took my cock out. She turned without the slightest resistance, planted both hands on the wall, and pushed her ass out. She was still wearing panties, but they were already so slick and soaked that there was hardly any point in them. I lifted the clothes in the way, tugged the panties aside, and looked at her pussy, clenching open and shut.
"You really came prepared, didn't you. My little bitch..."
"I-I kept dripping... because I couldn't stop thinking about Master's cock..."
That single sentence hit me hard. I brought my cock to full hardness at once, finished getting ready, and rubbed the head against her drooling hole.
"Still, this is fine. I can put it in right away without making you squirt all over yourself first."
"Th-thank you..."
Even her ears had gone red, and she swayed her hips in little fidgets. Heat or not, the shame was clearly still there. Then again, it'd be weirder if she weren't embarrassed. How could she not be, begging for sex in a commercial shoot's dressing room while calling me Master?
"I'll only shoot one load, so feel it properly and let's get through the rest of the schedule, all right?"
I gave that plump ass a light smack with my palm.
"U-understood...♥"
I had my answer. All that was left was to put it in. With a wet, relentless squelch, I slammed my cock in at once and ground it up against her womb.
"Ohh—oohh♥♥"
Her body shuddered at once, and a moan spilled out of her.