Chapter 116 – Blue House Terror Incident (1)
How much semen had been packed inside Miss Korea.
When I woke up, a week had passed.
Of course, it wasn’t just that we had to fuck and fight unconditionally during that week.
I was sucked up by Miss Korea, and sucked on Miss Korea’s breast milk.
Miss Korea also worked hard to learn the techniques of squeezing my semen, and learned the body movements to have sex.
She also heard information about her supervillains from her fighting in the Black Lands.
I could have easily learned the martial arts and techniques that Miss Korea has.
Anyway, it was a good time.
The biggest harvest is that.
I think I can solve this brainwashing.
When I saw Miss Korea covered in pure white with my semen, I came up with a method.
“Heesook, wake up, get ready.”
Slap, slap.
I kicked Miss Korea up in the chest and raised her up.
“Um, uh…”
Miss Korea opened her eyes after licking her lips, looked at me and smiled.
After gently pinching her cheek, I made a meal with cooking utensils and food I bought from a nearby mart a few days ago.
“I want to eat kimchi stew.”
“Kimchi soup?”
“Huh. That, kimchi stew with seaweed and rice.”
“Ah, you know what. OK, I’ll make it for you.”
Miss Korea crumbled seaweed with her own hands and sprinkled it on instant rice, then rolled up the kimchi stew I made and ate it deliciously.
“Um, um, per masit… Why?”
“No, it looks good.”
“What is that. … Hehe.”
When he eats, he’s the type to tuck in a big bite at a time, so it’s cute that his cheeks puff up when he eats.
When you eat something delicious like that, the person who makes it also feels good.
I don’t know how a guy like this cut off food the size of his fingernails in front of other people.
I opened the instant rice that I had returned and started pouring in the kimchi stew.
After emptying 10 servings of instant rice per person and scraping off the remaining kimchi stew, we headed to our next destination.
A week or so late, but anyway.
The goal is all the remaining platonic remnants in Korea.
Let’s trample it once.
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I feel it every time, but it’s really not easy to fight no matter how weak the opponent is.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been carrying a lot of things on my back.
My girls.
My organization.
Reputation built up.
No matter how trivial my fight may be, I will fight while carrying many things.
That’s why even trivial couplets remind me of the things I’ve been carrying without realizing it, and I get nervous.
Rather, when my ability was just awakened, when I was fighting burnout at that time, I think I fought happily without thinking about it.
But that’s why I don’t particularly regard the fight with Platonic as a fight.
Wouldn’t fighting these guys be very different from stepping on ants?
Even if I do it alone, how much more does Miss Korea exist? Need not say more about this
Me, who hid my power and moved while conserving my lack of energy, and Miss Korea, who strengthened my abilities by masturbating alone.
With just the two of us, who couldn’t even say we were strong enough, we fought and won against the entire Republic of Korea.
What this is, needless to say
It’s not a fight.
Awesome!
“Hey! Don’t kill me!”
“How are you? He’s a kid doing human experiments.”
“… That… Umm… That…”
I stroked Miss Korea’s head, who couldn’t say anything, and threw away the body of the researcher who had broken her neck.
“Well, the more I look at it, the more amazing it is. Well done.”
I looked at the unknown creature in the test tube.
A biological weapon made by mixing the gene of a beast with the gene of a person with abilities, just like the jjamppong in Cheonho and Motor Show.
But it’s just a failure.
If this succeeds, it’s terrible in its own right.
I smashed everything that procrastinated in the test tube.
Miss Korea also cleaned up by destroying the lab machines that were still working or the robots that attacked us, and after finishing the cleanup, we moved on to the next lab.
These bastards have set up their own research institutes all over the mountains in Gangwon-do.
It seems that he paid attention to security by hiding his location thoroughly without informing the members of the organization…
[All, I found the next location.]
“Yes, good job.”
There is no meaning before the second.
After being blackmailed by us, Second has been dutifully digging into Platonic’s database and sending information.
At first, he was a little lukewarm, but after seeing us win the fight against the full force of the Republic of Korea, he has been working very loyally.
[Hey, hey, are you watching me? Yes?]
“Yes, yes. Don’t worry.”
When I hung up the phone, Miss Korea, who was eating Gamja Ongshimi, said with a broad smile.
“This is delicious.”
“I know. I like that the potato taste is strong.”
“Do you like potatoes?”
“Huh. I like you.”
Upon my reply, Miss Korea pushed some of the bowls on her side toward me.
“Huh? It’s okay, you eat.”
“…”
Miss Corea shyly takes the bowl back to herself.
After clearing the restaurant like that, we gave the lady, who must have had a hard time cooking, a large sum of money with a tip and left.
“Do you always eat like this?”
“Huh? What?”
“Eh, a tip or something.”
“Huh. Eating out is mostly like this, well. Because I eat so much, the people who cook for me have a hard time.”
It’s better to have a place that cooks in bulk.
Of course, it’s hard to put all of them in a bowl and move them.
But what if you have to make each dish one by one? That store kitchen is hell now.
In the past, I did pay attention, so I ate only one hamburger at a hamburger shop and came back.
“Then why aren’t you paying attention now?”
“I ate satisfactorily every day while leading the organization, so I couldn’t eat a little without paying attention.”
“Aha.”
“Aren’t you?”
“Me? Well, I can’t eat much because I show my mind when I go to an important seat…”
“Hmm. You’ll only be by my side from now on, so you won’t have to worry about eating less.”
At my words, Miss Korea pursed her lips and pricked my side with her fingers.
I giggled and stroked Miss Korea’s hair while heading to the place Second had sent and smashing it.
Smash and eat famous food in the area.
Another platonic smash and eat the local food.
As a result of repeating it several times, I unintentionally went on a food tour while touring all of the country’s eight islands.
We returned to Seoul.
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Go Mi-jun suddenly remembered the old days.
Why did he end up aiming for pure love?
Why did he do this because he hated the world’s basic sexual notions?
Now I can’t remember the old days very well.
As I desperately lived day by day, I gradually forgot the past.
But.
As much as that memory.
I remember that one thing clearly and vividly.
Father at work.
A mother playing with a young man.
Despite her age, her mother, who was popular for her youthful looks and beauty, bewitched men with her money and charm.
Before long, men who fell for her with all her heart came out.
One day.
Her mother, who had been dragging men into her room to play as usual, was killed by another man who suddenly broke into the house.
She loved him with all his heart, but her mother knew she was a prank and he felt betrayed.
Love.
Sex.
In this world, it is right to have sex freely, but Go Mi-jun clearly remembers how the free and prodigal sex ended.
I remember the blood and intestines of my mother and other men being scattered.
I remember the man who wore it and laughed like crazy.
It was truly a monstrous figure.
It seemed to be the end point of love that this world was aiming for.
The terrifying memories he had at a young age grew larger day by day.
Just like memories are calibrated and everything from childhood feels beautiful.
The harrowing and terrifying memories I felt as a child gradually turned into something more frightening and horrific.
Mother’s distorted corpse.
The body of a young man muddy with the mother.
A monster who plays by tearing them apart.
For Go Mi-jun, love and sex have become fearful things, and he naturally desires other things.
He does not caress his waist in a dissolute manner, and devotes his fidelity to only one loved one.
A man and a woman who do not betray each other and love each other until the end.
Such love.
Pure love
Thoughts got bigger.
The trauma has grown enormous.
The hatred grew thicker and thicker.
Before he knew it, Go Mi-jun came to think that he wanted to change the world.
Okay.
That was the beginning.
Childhood trauma.
Mother’s debauchery.
And death.
My father, who was indifferent to it, and soon brought in a new mother.
How insignificant and worthless love and human ties become in front of animals like our parents.
“I think I want to change the world.”
Go Mi-jun said so.
“To a more correct world.”
With that in mind, he began putting on the items he had made for ‘just in case’.
“Changing the world must be really hard. All kinds of backlash will attack us. It always has been. Revolution sounds good and is a wonderful word, but at its core it is bloody.”
“It is not easy to change even one small thing and it takes a long time, and it is not just people’s right thoughts, but all sorts of political circumstances are mixed in.”
“Otherwise, the world won’t change anything.”
“That’s right. People cannot change the world.”
“Anyone who finds out will get down on his knees, get frustrated, and eventually compromise and live with this world. Be wholesome and correct. Is not it?”
“But, for some reason, even knowing that, I couldn’t stop.”
“I hate this world, I hate living in the world I hate, and I hate being defeated by committing suicide because of the world I hate.”
“So I decided to submit the world before me.”
“You think it’s a mess?”
“It’s fine though. That’s why he’s a villain.”
“Revolution or love… In the end, I don’t care about other people’s circumstances or feelings, trample on them, and then I want to achieve what I want based on that.”
“My dream grows by feeding on someone’s blood, tears, and life. Are you a villain?”
“Hey, Jainer.”
After completing all of his preparations, Go Mi-jun looked at the man who was still listening to him.
“What do you think? You, who have the power to bring down a nation, what did you want to do with a world that was not right for you?”
Pure love assistant.
Zainer shouted it out and got up, but in the end he didn’t do anything conspicuously grandiose.
Everything he did was revenge.
To a serial pregnant woman who touched her girlfriend, Kim Shin-ah.
And to the heroes who attacked him who appeared like that.
To the bunny queen who was aiming at her.
To Flora, who was called by the Bunny Queen and aimed at her.
To a starfish that could have killed his own woman.
To Burnout, who attacked him because of Flora.
To Miss Korea, who confronted her and fought a battle.
To the Armstrong family who sent Flora to Korea targeting him.
Revenge.
Since the opponent touched it first, I hit this side first, so I chase after it and somehow beat it up and turn it into a bowl of jelly.
Jainer destroyed the Republic of Korea with a childish, soggy vengeance that even a child would not do.
Except for revenge, he did nothing.
“If it were me, I wouldn’t give up like you.”
Go Mi-jun said to Jainer, who did nothing.
“If I had as much power as you, I would never have used it as carelessly as you. I could have done something greater.”
“A great thing?”
“I could have really changed the whole world right, not just Korea.”
The moment I heard that.
Haha!!”
Jainer burst into laughter.
Just by laughing, a huge energy surged, and Go Mi-jun couldn’t overcome the pressure of that energy and fell to his knees.
Haha!!”
How much did you laugh
“Look, Mr. President.”
“… What?”
Ziner stopped laughing and asked Go Mi-jun.
“Why did you brainwash people into thinking you were the president?”
Go Mi-jun did not answer.
“What else did you use to make a living weapon using the corpse of a subordinate who wanted and worked hard for pure love just like you?”
Jainer laughed again.
“And! Young President! World’s youngest president! Awesome! Awesome! Please shake my hand!”
Quaang!
With a cry mixed with ridicule, Jainer’s fists locked themselves in Go Mi-jun, who was wearing a powered suit.
“You know that as long as an asshole speaks in moderation, anything can be packaged.”
