Hero Strike Nova
Hero Name: Hero Strike Nova
Rank:S
Gender: Female
Combat Style: Martial Artist (Hand-to-Hand)
Specialty: Kicks, Grapples
Permissions:Future Prediction System access granted (one-time use; next available in 5 years)
“Strike Nova, have you checked it yet?”
“Nah, about to now. And please, for the love of god, don't call me by my hero name?”
“Fine, Nova.”
She plops down at the computer, phone still in hand, and picks up the USB said to hold that crucial intel.
She stares at the cheap ten-thousand-won thumb drive—five thousand on discount.
But the contents? Priceless.
A video extracted from the insanely expensive Future Prediction System, warning of dangers headed her way in the near future.
S-ranks get this edge to prep for threats, making the whole world safer.
Not just personal—it's a boon for society at large.
And they stuck it on this bargain-bin USB...
Nova winces, like pairing a ten-million-won rig with a hundred-thousand-won monitor.
“Who the hell packages world-shaking hero intel on a tacky-ass USB like this...? But seriously, is there even a villain out there who could take down an S-rank?”
“No lone villain could scratch an S-rank.”
S-ranks aren't handed out like candy.
Even the most diligent, talented folks struggle to hit A.
S-ranks? Literal world-saving doomsday weapons. Equals are rare as hell.
“But traps or terrorist plots? Those could be fatal. Never forget it.”
“Yeah, yeah~”
“And if it's that dangerous? Kill them. No mercy.”
“...Got it.”
Click.
The line drops.
“Ugh, that stone-faced bitch always kills my vibe. Think I don't know how to off someone?”
S-rank hero Nova hurls her phone.
“Nngh...”
She savors the stretch rippling through her signature sculpted muscles.
Extends a bit more, shaking off the sour mood.
“Alright, let's do this.”
She fires up the prophecy on the USB.
What'll it be?
Sometimes it's her corpse—and her killer.
The first face shown is always the threat.
But if it's familiar...?
Panic sets in.
“Hold up—this is... Kylun?”
Her childhood friend turning villain?
Different genders, sure, but they'd been tight forever.
“You're saying you turn bad...?”
Normally? Smash stop, kill, fake accident.
But her buddy? No way.
“Nah, that timid little guy's got no shot at...”
Can't wrap her head around it. Hits replay.
Too close to skim.
She has to see what mess future Kylun causes—as a friend first, hero second.
“Hyut...♡”
...?
“Hahk...♡”
But the replay unleashes something way wilder than expected.
Bedroom.
Why here...?
But one glimpse of the silhouettes kills the question.
“What're you doing? Move already.”
A guy sprawled on the bed, riding cowgirl.
Her childhood friend, Kylun.
And straddling him? Nova—herself.
What the actual fuck...?
“Y-yes...♡ I'll m-move nowww...♡”
Answers like a tamed bitch, hips grinding.
Her face? Total slut, melted in ecstasy.
Hip thrust...♡
Hands locked behind her head, she strains to bounce.
Sweat traces the curves of her bronze skin.
Lifts slow from the cock buried balls-deep.
Schlorp...♡
Hips up, and out slides a brutally thick, brutally long monster—from her body.
“Haaah...”
That thing was inside me?
Veins and ridges glistening, slick with her juices from scraping her walls raw.
Squelch...♡
Hips shuddering, she grinds desperately anyway.
Bronze skin drenched in sweat, exhausted—but her old friend just coolly commands.
“Oi, sit down already.”
Smack!
“Eek!?”
Hard ass-slap. Her cheeks already branded with deep red handprints.
One more joins the gallery.
“Y-yes, sirrr...♡”
Drops to impale herself on that massive rod again.
Tremble tremble...♡
Too huge, too thick. Legs quake; she can't sink down.
Squiiish♡
The cock alone keeps her cumming. Squirting like a firehose.
Reverse cowgirl now—keeps the spray off her face.
Awkward angle amps the orgasm; thighs jelly, hips frozen.
“Haa...”
He stands, displeased.
“N-noo♡ Master... I-I can do it...♡”
“Shut it.”
“Hik...♡”
He rises; she resists.
But he pins her effortlessly.
By raw strength?
Arm snakes around her throat.
Gurk♡
“Stay. Still.”
Choked helpless, bitch-mode engaged. Cock lines up from behind, rams in merciless.
“...♡”
Pang!
Hilts it casual, like it's nothing—rivaling a forearm in girth.
“Kiihiii...♡”
Air cut off, strangled moans leak out.
Papapang...♡
“C-can't... b-breathe... M-master...♡”
Ignores her; chokes on, pounds her pussy to ruin.
“G-gonna... d-die for real...♡”
Pounds his arm—no give. Pleasure-slack face blues out.
“Ah...♡”
Sploooosh...
Consciousness fades; she pisses arcs into the air, gross surrender signal.
Choke releases.
Haaak...♡ Haaak...♡
Limbs flop boneless; creampie drools from her cunt as she faceplants.
“Whew. Souvenir pic time.”
Grabs her hair, yanks the ragdoll bitch upright.
No consent—drapes cock over her eyes, snaps the shot.
Thud.
“Eh, she's fit. She'll bounce back.”
She stays sprawled, out cold.
Brain too scrambled for words.
“Wh-what the hell is this...?”
Unforeseen future leaves Nova speechless.
Me, pulling that face?
Pure bitch ecstasy. Mind blown.
But—
“I-I'm soaked?”
Just watching wrecked her panties, drenched through.
...Gulp.
She knew her kinks.
Heavy masochist.
Rare for someone like her to get off on rare scenarios, they said.
Ultimate powerhouse? That dark itch to lose, get crushed—unavoidable.
But begging some average dude? No shot.
She's a top-tier hero. Everyone knows her face.
Other issues too.
Roleplay'd be lame...
Weaker guy faking dominance? Zero thrill.
Needs real overwhelm, utter crushing—no faking gets her going.
So fantasies and self-choking wanks were her peak release.
But the guy in the vid...
...♡
Reason screams no, but it won't fade from her skull.
And that face she wore.
'Y-yes...♡ I'll m-move nowww...♡'
Treated like a filthy bitch, yet beaming blissed-out slut.
Unforgettable.
Looked... so damn good.
Force-fucked senseless.
Cock no normal size—monster built to torment cunts.
Gulp...♡
One of the strongest heroes? Her hand drifts to her panties.
Hii...♡ Haak...♡
Recalls her vid-self.
Pure agony, but smiling like a wrecked whore.
Fingers slip inside panties; top comes off.
......♡
Ominous future or not—fuck it.
Tonight? Jilling to this to clear her head.
Yeah, scratch the itch first... think straight after...♡
Self-absolution granted, fingers fly faster.