Chapter 3 – 1. I Want to Fuck a Hero (3)
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Even in the ‘new age’ where transcendental people have begun to appear sparsely, their number is significantly smaller than that of the general public.
According to data released by the National Statistical Office, the ratio was 1:10.
Even this is the ratio of children who are about 10 years old now, and as the age range increases, the ratio of transcendents becomes much lower.
However.
No matter how much it may be, it was impossible for the remaining 9 people to live the same daily life.
… Well, there were people who were almost similar.
For example, what about a doctor who devoted his entire youth to medicine and obtained a medical license?
Of course, they also live a slightly unfair daily life.
Even though each person’s ‘master’ is slightly different, there is a healing transcendental person who can heal wounds in an instant.
Fortunately, there are very few transcendentalists in the healing world, so everyone is working hard to make a living in private hospitals, medical school professors, military doctors, and other places that are difficult for transcendentalists to reach like in the past.
The salary didn’t really change either.
The same goes for supermarket cashiers. I am living the same daily life as before.
The same goes for school teachers. I am living the same daily life as before.
One here.
What would be the result if it were not an occupation like a doctor, but an occupation that could completely be taken over by a hero?
He easily surpasses people’s average physical abilities, can use various amazing magic techniques, and even inherits the characteristics of animals, allowing him to completely ‘transcend’ humans.
What will be the results of jobs where physical ability determines the job cutoff?
One occupation worth giving an example of.
There was a police officer.
The police said that the heroes were not even backward compatible, so they were treated as CCTV using previously built infrastructure.
This means that only talented people are left to do personal tasks such as patrolling, interrogating, and receiving civil complaints.
It is a pitiful reality.
Of course
It was a story that I am very thankful for now.
“Haa…”
On the road that was a mess with rainwater and debris.
After tearing open her car door to check on the dump truck driver trapped in the airbag, she lightly gagged and sighed as she looked at the paralyzed road.
It takes 1 minute for CCTV to report an incident to citizens.
From there, it only takes 1 minute to contact the nearest hero.
If the hero happened to be free, he would arrive there within 3 minutes.
If that happens, the situation is over.
The work that a 20-year-old prospective hero can do is over.
After this, it is the realm of real adults, not just big adults.
And.
About a minute has already passed.
“…”
Is it okay if I talk to you?
Wouldn’t I be treated as a suspicious person?
If I miss the opportunity now, I wonder if a similar opportunity will arise next time.
When was the last time my face was sold during these times?
Before I looked like a crazy person, I put on my umbrella again and quickly searched ‘Seo Woo Jin’ on Google using my phone.
I think it’s been 10 years since the last interview.
Surprisingly, the news from a year ago was the most recent.
I don’t know where it was stolen, but it was a news story that had a picture of me from my student days stuck up and was being talked down to by saying I was Korea’s third transcendental healer.
I was 19 a year ago.
I’m already sitting at school blankly thinking, ‘How can I beat a hero with my power?’ .’ It was a car I was seriously considering.
The rest of the news is from 7 years ago, 9 years ago, and 10 years ago.
The most news was around the age of 10.
In the meantime, another healing world transcendent appeared, and perhaps because all sorts of strange people appeared, my name was buried behind them.
I like it.
You may not recognize his face, but he is this kind of person. The evidence remains intact.
I turned off her phone screen and carefully approached her as she tried to use her school uniform to block the rain.
A coat soaked in rainwater is unnecessarily heavy.
“Hey, thank you. For saving me.”
“Huh? Oh, it’s okay to say thank you. It was all done to get the academy store.”
I tried to slowly let my guard down, but a fairly honest response came back.
Maybe they do that because they are embarrassed to receive thanks from citizens.
Although it is still impossible to determine exactly, it appears that he is not the type to like strangers, as his expression his his is stiff.
In this way, even if you give them sweet candy, it is unlikely that they will let their guard down and follow you around, wagging their tails excitedly.
Umm.
I thought for a moment that she might be a slut because of the piercings in her ears.
I guess it was really just fashion.
I like it.
Because the value has increased.
“It’s nothing else, it’s because I heard you say your ankle hurts earlier.”
“… So?”
The voice is sharp.
It seems that she feels bad for coming closer, perhaps because she heard herself talking to herself.
Let’s remember.
“I’m actually this kind of person.”
“… ?”
Even if I said it was Seo Woo Jin, it was clear that he wouldn’t understand.
In times like this, what you need is easy-to-view audiovisual materials.
I brought up the news from a year ago on my phone that I had seen earlier, and showed her face by flipping back the bangs that were wet from the rain and starting to sting my eyes.
Because it was a school that had a hair rule, the photo on the news was much shorter than it is now when I started growing my hair after graduating.
… Looking at it this way, I think that time was better.
Should I cut it short again?
“Seo Woo Jin. A transcendent person in the healing world…”
“Yes.”
Only now does the expression change somewhat favorably.
When I saved him, I guess he thought it was just a pervert trying to sneakily say something.
There are many unnecessary topics to be wary of, and your inner feelings are revealed in your facial expressions.
“Hey, but… That…”
But strangely enough, the wariness that had just disappeared began to creep back onto his face.
… No. It’s not a warning, it’s a little different.
What should I say?
Dark green eyes filled with melancholy.
Lips hesitating.
As if to gauge how much it hurts, I lightly step on the ground with my right leg, putting a strain on my ankle.
It feels as if the dog’s ears, which cannot be seen, are sticking out and folded on top of the head.
What is this…
“I don’t have any money… “
“…”
Ah.
“I am grateful for my heart, but I am still a student and there is nothing I can give you…” ” .”
Only then did I remember some of the remarks she made a while ago.
Did you say it was a weekend part-time job?
As I looked down slightly, the mint-colored T-shirt that was soaked from the rain and clinging to my body filled my field of vision again.
… Such as strange patterns or words of unknown meaning written in large letters on the chest.
This is my first time seeing a maker.
Maybe it’s time to see it.
Additionally, the star-shaped piercing in the ear doesn’t look particularly expensive…
I can roughly picture what the story is in my head.
“I have no intention of taking money. What would that mean to the person who just saved my life…”
“Really? Free… ?”
“Yes, really.”
“But when you get treatment from the healing world, even something as small as this costs about 5 million won… “
“If you keep doing that, I’ll just go.”
“Oh, no! I won’t say anything! I’ll stay quiet!”
When I tried to take control of the conversation, as her sadistic feelings her arose, she immediately covered her mouth with both hands and held out her rain-soaked right leg in a dainty manner.
The strange sound effect of “Hoit,” Is a bonus.
I think we quickly became friends just because he said he would treat me for free.
No. Considering how stiff he was when I first spoke to him, it’s too early to let down his guard.
It was just that a playful word was exchanged, so our guard was relaxed for a moment.
I ignored the sound of the shutter coming from behind and held out my umbrella.
“Could you please hold the umbrella?”
“Yes!”
“And you don’t have to keep using polite language. I’m 20 years old.”
“Huh? Then I’m your older sister?”
“Yes?”
“I’m your older sister. Yo, 1 year older sister.”
Maybe it’s because she was 30 years old until about 30 minutes ago.
Even though I said there was no need to be polite in words, it was a bit sad that I ended up calling her sister even though we were only one year older than her.
“Do you want me to call you sister?”
“… Oh, no. The person treating me is my brother. Yes.”
“I’ll just kneel down, so you don’t have to stick out your legs like that. Sister.”
“Yes…”
Well, that’s it.
At best, the title doesn’t have much meaning.
“Thank goodness… I thought I would have lost over 50,000 won if I had to go to the hospital again.”
“It only costs 50,000 won?”
She nodded her head and smiled brightly while holding a large black umbrella.
Let alone the facial expression of a country dog looking happy while eating honey sweet potatoes.
I roughly understand it now.
That’s a smile that means money is solid.
“I guess you don’t know because I’m in the healing world, but it costs 50,000 won? You haven’t been to the hospital a few times, right?”
“Hmm.”
“Plus, I have to wear a cast. Then I can’t attend classes or participate in club activities properly…”
Among the transcendental people in the evolutionary world, there is definitely such a type.
Your strength is already strong, but if you lose focus because it is not yet fully developed, you will quickly go beyond your limits and put a strain on your body.
I think this woman is just like that.
“… Ah. Before we start.”
“Yes?”
“I need to touch your body, is that okay?”
“Isn’t it just for ankles anyway? I heard that’s the case from the news you showed me earlier?”
“Yes. Only at the ankles.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not touching anything strange.”
“Then… “
“… Hey, over there.”
“Yes.”
“If I tell you that it feels like a pervert to touch you in the middle, will you just leave?”
“… ?”
“… I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.”
He makes a joke that I don’t understand because he thinks he’s become close to me.
Are the standards for close people really low?
A person without a single face.
A very friendly person.
Something like this.
‘He didn’t even tell me his name yet…’
Judging by the lack of ears, tail, or other physical features, he is clearly an evolutionary transcendent.
I don’t know why his every action and way of thinking is like that of a neighborhood dog that loves people.
… It’s okay. My head hurts.
I guess I got permission her her, so I knelt down on one knee in front of her and began to carefully caress the ankle that was sticking out in front of her.
Now that I see it, it’s raining, but I’m wearing cheap slippers, not sandals.
That is not particularly important.
Starting now is important.
“Is this okay? Sticking your fingers together.”
“Well, it was just a joke. It’s not weird at all.”
“Then that’s enough.”
A transcendent person in the healing world.
In my case, the price is a little fatigue.
The activation condition is to place at least five fingers around the affected area of the opponent.
Most people only know this much and don’t know the rest.
This is because there is no way a transcendental person in the healing world can tell the ‘truth’, and ordinary people do not think that there is anything beyond healing.
Isn’t it like that in the picture?
I think the picture in front of me is everything, but very few people try to look into the void to see what was outside the screen.
Since he is a summoner, he summons spirits, golems, large self-driving mecha, etc.
Since I am a transcendent of the magic world, I use magic.
Since he is a transcendent of the evolutionary world, he is called a superman.
Since he is a mutant transcendent, he is able to infuse the characteristics of animals into the human body.
The healing world transcendent is the same.
Since he is a transcendental healer, he can heal injured people.
So.
No one knows that they can do ‘something else’.
… Well, maybe that’s because it’s named ‘healing world’.
“Whoa…”
Is this the first time I’ve been treated this way?
A faint sigh falls from above my head, probably because I’m nervous.
Ignoring that sigh, I carefully inserted magical energy into her ankle.
Ah, magic is a name I randomly gave it.
When I use my ability, a hot energy flows from my heart, up my arm, through my fingertips, and into the other person’s body, and there are no words to describe it.
So, when explaining it to people, I always compared it to a game and expressed it as magical power.
If it’s easy to understand, it’s the best.
“…”
Slowly.
Slowly.
He put her her magic inside her thin, white ankles and carefully dug inside her.
What should I say? Wouldn’t it be nice to say that you can poke and break the part where the magic is blocked and not moving well?
I don’t know the principle. Because I just did this and it was cured.
Just as I couldn’t explain how I could move my arms, so could this magic guy.
And.
Around the time I destroyed all the wrong parts of my ankle.
“… It’s amazing. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“…”
“Oh, I’ll be quiet…”
The magic power that he had only moved at her ankles was moved a little higher.
Passes the knees.
The same goes for strong thighs that have been strengthened through exercise.
It then splits into two branches around the hips.
Scattered into three, four, and many directions.
To take a close look at her her body her one by one.
“…”
Which part of her body is most’easy to break’?
Which part of the body did she’damage’?
So, is she mistakenly thinking that this is her own erogenous zone?
Where is the real erogenous zone?
Everyone.
Just like they did with the girls who were practicing toys.
To look through thoroughly.
“… Hey, isn’t it all done?”
The deepest place that most men cannot reach in their lifetime.
Puck, puck, the middle part that comes and goes countless times when scratching the vaginal wall.
A perfect entrance for your fingers to go in and out.
The area around the entrance where you can enjoy it without inserting it.
In addition, the throat, armpits, thighs, back hole, chest, feet, etc.
I checked here and there,
… Gulp, swallowing saliva.
Slowly. The magic power was taken from her body.
“It’s over, sister.”
“Thank you… Ugh… ? I have a cramp in my leg… “
You probably don’t know yet.
There are several other areas that are much more sensitive than the areas you touched a lot during masturbation.
“Are you attending Mirren Academy?”
“Your second year… Now, hold on to me for a moment… Ugh…”
“Hmm…”
“… Ah, are you my junior… ?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t fill in the application for admission.”
“Huh? It’s already February… ?”
… I’m curious.
When you were forced to know that,
What kind of expression will they look up at me?
