Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Why Is the Hero Here?
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"First off, congratulations on your official promotion to Superhuman."
"Yep, thank you."
A middle-aged staff member she'd bumped into a few times at the Awakener Management Bureau said this with an excited grin plastered across his face.
It would have been nice if Suyeon could have handled it... but for a regular employee like her, Sia's rank was now too high.
And Sia couldn't just treat her like a personal handler on a whim.
Swallowing her quiet regret, Sia carefully scanned the documents the staff member handed over.
They covered things like priority drafting for high-risk missions, the duties of a Superhuman, and the associated rewards.
The scale was bigger, but it wasn't all that different from what Awakeners got upon initial registration.
"And we'll let you know the detailed schedule later, but... a celebration banquet is planned in honor of your promotion."
"...They do that too?"
Sia grimaced, asking again. She had no good impressions of state-sponsored banquets or parties like this.
A small gathering with friends was one thing, but this felt too political—bordering on hostile.
No way Earth does that too... But it was undoubtedly a hassle.
The staff member nodded in sympathy.
"I totally get how annoying it must be, but Superhuman promotions are rare, so we hold these whenever a new one appears. It's kind of like a networking event. Other countries do the same, inviting Superhumans from allied nations for parties."
Hearing that jogged her memory of occasionally seeing such news.
'I didn't care back then, so I just shrugged it off...'
"Of course, not every Superhuman worldwide attends. Usually, one or two representatives per country. We typically tailor the event to the star of the show's tastes... Any concept you'd like?"
"Hm... Something casual would be nice... Is that okay?"
"Haha, last year in the UK, they had DJs at a famous club. Everyone hates overly formal stuff anyway. Want us to go that route?"
"Ugh... That has its own issues..."
Sia might seem outgoing at a glance, but she was an I-type who preferred holing up inside over wandering around.
Forced to choose between a light club party vibe and a stuffy noble-style formal banquet, she'd pick the latter.
"If you don't have preferences, we could whip up a few proposals and send them as files?"
"Ah, that'd be great... But I don't want to dump more work on you."
"Haha, the last one in Korea was five years ago, so the government's putting a lot into this."
Korea had a decent number of Superhumans relative to its Awakener population, but most had become Superhumans over a decade ago.
Even Yeon Haran had only claimed the title in her thirties after ten years as an Awakener.
There were those close in skill, but actual Superhumans were few.
Criteria varied by country, but all were strict.
The Superhuman title wasn't just about power.
It required local or national contributions, plus personal ethics and character.
In Korea, they were Superhumans; in places like America, Heroes (HERO).
Superhumans weren't mere symbols of strength—they were icons.
In Sia's case, despite her... promiscuous flaw, she'd advanced medical barriers several levels using otherworld knowledge.
Thanks to her, national medical barrier budgets had been slashed, and her royalty-free tech was rolling out to major hospitals nationwide.
And this wasn't even for Superhuman merits.
She'd been tweaking otherworld barrier designs for Earth since her first hospital visit.
It eased the strain on overworked medical staff and Awakeners alike.
Her "Saintess" nickname from the hospitals wasn't just embarrassing flattery.
"And... thanks to you, Sia, we've actually gained some breathing room."
The barriers weren't medical-only.
Public offices were piloting her improvements too.
Not full heals like Sia's direct touch, but workers felt their condition steadily recover on the job—a minor miracle.
'......'
Sia gave an awkward smile amid his ongoing praise.
It felt uncomfortable—like taking credit for someone else's research... embarrassing.
That's why she'd minimized royalties.
Medical purpose aside... she didn't want to profit off others' work.
Most of what she did get went to donations anyway.
'Money? I can always raid Gates for it.'
"Everyone thought Awakener Ha Woojun's successor would be Yesol from the Bureau."
A hint of regret and worry laced his voice.
These little details showed Yesol's popularity in the Bureau.
"If it's her, yeah, she's bound to make it soon."
Active in the Bureau since awakening, she met all non-combat requirements.
Her skills lacked direct fighting prowess, causing headaches, but steady training would get her there.
Muscles and mana didn't betray effort.
Sia planned to help her training too.
Some might say why bother helping others... but Sia was a training addict, and she genuinely enjoyed aiding people.
Not overflowing with patriotism, but more Korean Superhumans? Welcome news.
'I tack on all these excuses...'
Truth was, she liked Yesol sexually and wanted to treat her well.
"Then, moving on... regarding the Mana Stones from your last Gate clear..."
"Ah, yep yep."
Sia perked up at the money talk.
Until now, earning enough to live comfortably sufficed, but now she had goals.
'Goals from just yesterday, but still...'
Even Sia had no clue how many kids she might end up with.
Not hyperbole—she could legit field a soccer team.
'Gotta aim for that many kids.'
Excluding one-nights, the women she definitely wanted pregnant—girlfriends (prospective included)—were plenty.
Raising that many meant a house to match.
Royalties could stack easy... but earning with her own strength felt right.
Abandoned by parents, self-supporting since high school—that mindset stuck.
Easy money avenues didn't change it.
'Plus... a proper house makes getting permission easier later...'
Seducing Yeon Haran and Jiyu together worked because they were special cases.
She had a solid job; time for a home.
"Ah, want intros to some funds for Awakeners?"
"Yes!"
"Ahh, cock tastes so fucking good♡"
"Kugh...!"
*Spurt♡ Splurt, splurt♡*
The succubus with dim pink hair contracted and relaxed her uniquely dense vaginal muscles, milking the man's semen like she was squeezing it dry.
No breather given, he was driven to the brink of death.
One slip, and he'd black out, leaving this world behind.
Yet even then, he heaved excited breaths, wildly thrusting his hips.
*Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch♡*
"Ahhng-♡ Still so full of energy? You want this pussy that bad?"
"Y-yes...! Thank you, so much, for letting me use your pussy...!"
The rugged-faced thug, who'd likely drowned a few people without batting an eye, groveled before a woman half his age.
Weight-driven thrusts buried his cock deep in her womb, soft ass cheeks yielding then rebounding against his pelvis.
*Slap♡ Slap♡ Slap♡ Slap♡*
"Kugh...!"
Just grinding his pelvis gently reignited the mad rush of semen.
Like trading lifespan for ecstasy.
No... it was exactly that.
*Splurt...♡ Splurt...♡ Splurt...♡*
"Hahk...! Hahk...! Hahk...!"
A momentary lapse, and semen leaked out on its own.
Sweat dripped—plip, plop—onto the succubus amid his ragged breaths.
He swallowed hard watching beads trail her smooth skin.
Craved more pounding... but it was getting risky.
As he caught his breath to pull out, she hiked her ass high, pressing back to trap him.
Her plush cheeks rippled, teasing his pelvis.
"Hup...!"
"What're you doing? You brought plenty of tribute today. One more hour, at least? Come on♡ Get it up again♡ Good boy, I'll squeeze tighter♡"
"S-sorry... Lately, I've been overdoing it, mana shortage kicking in... don't think I can anymore..."
He forced down her temptation to speak.
She sneered mockingly.
"What? Didn't you hear? One more hour."
"Y-yes? Krgh...!"
Low chuckle, and her pussy clamped another layer.
Painfully raw cock revived under the molten folds' caress, swelling and drooling precum.
No pulling out allowed.
Grinding his teeth, he resumed thrusting.
*Squelch-squelch-squelch♡*
*Splurt, splurt...♡ Splurt, spurt, splurt...♡*
*Spurrrt, spurrrt♡ Spur, splurt, spurt, spuuuurt...♡*
Thus, the gang boss—a shadowy Awakener of note—was drained of semen and mana for two hours straight.
Legs wobbling, he rose from bed.
"Th-thank... you."
"Sure thing~ Come again~♡"
Three months, a third of his original mana siphoned—his organization destabilizing.
But quitting? Impossible.
Clinging pleasure-memories would drag him back.
Licking cum from her pussy off her fingers, the succubus pulled out her smartphone.
"Ahh-♡ Coming to this world was the best♡ No shitty Hero or Saintess, cool gadgets too♡"
*Ahng♡ Ahng♡ Love cock♡*
*Slurp♡ Slurp♡ Gimme genes now♡*
*Mmm~? Baby's balls say they got more. Big boy, unload thick cum for big sis♡*
Succubus colleagues nearby wrung semen and mana from other Awakeners—background music as she surfed the net.
She scrolled Awakener news.
Shadow scene's viable guys? All tapped out.
Underworld strongmen were mostly rejects of the Yang faction anyway.
True talents? Rare.
Talented ones turning criminal lacked ambition or drive.
Time to expand topside.
Preliminaries underway.
Then, an article caught her eye.
The distinctive black-and-blue two-tone hair in the photo center—succubus froze, forgetting to breathe.
"...Huh?"
Why is the Hero here?