Heroine Hunts Heroines-Chapter 122

Why mess with someone else’s tail like that and then leave it weakened?

The sudden irritation made me want to release everything inside her.

"Hiiik! Hiiuuk... Hhuuk!♥"

It seemed like she wanted it too, and honestly, it’s only natural to give her what she desires.

If I don’t release inside her, she won’t get to experience the overwhelming pleasure of being corrupted by my demonic energy from within her womb.

A perfect win-win situation. I want to finish this quickly, and she’s clearly struggling to handle it already.

"Alright then, I’ll release inside. Make sure to take it all in, okay?"

Yoo Jin-seok’s talent as a Hunter pales in comparison to Yoo Eun-ha.

However, as a corporate figure, she’s flawless. In essence, what I’m saying here is this: the moment she accepts not my minimal mana, but my demonic energy into her womb, she will be reborn as an onahole existing solely for me.

She will no longer have the ability to ovulate without my permission, becoming a body entirely under my control.

The weaker the recipient of my demonic energy, the more their body naturally becomes subjugated to me. The authority to control that body shifts entirely to my hands.

And eventually, she’ll become a body capable of feeling pleasure solely from receiving a belly punch.

Just like Choi Si-woo.

Creak, creak, creak, creak.

Ah, I can't hold back any longer. Let’s defile her womb with my demonic energy. Let’s corrode it and turn her into a bitch that obeys only my words.

“Yes! Please release it inside me!”

Since it’s exactly what she desires, I decided there was no need to hesitate any further.

And so, I poured everything I had into her with full force.

Brrrrrt! Brrrrt!

“Haah... haaah… this, this is it.”

I can feel it clearly—the transformation of her womb as it becomes tainted by my demonic energy. Unlike sperm, the purple aura spreads throughout every corner of her womb, staining it completely.

With even the slightest stimulation, she’ll feel pleasure, and the corruption will extend to her ovaries, altering their structure entirely.

Ovulation will only be possible with my permission. She’ll transform into a being that shudders with ecstasy even from the slightest touch, no longer a vessel for bearing children but one that derives pleasure from even the faintest stimulation.

For Yoo Jin-seok, the process of corrosion was particularly effortless.

It was visible even from the outside—her skin slowly taking on a purple hue in the shape of her womb.

By the time the corruption reached her ovaries and they were completely transformed, the tainted womb bore a new mark: a reptilian eye etched upon her opening.

"Wow, your tattoo has turned completely black," I remarked.

"Haah… haaah… Thank you, Lord Dahaka♥," she moaned, trembling with delight.

But how sensitive is black? Is it the same as purple?

From what I can sense, the degree of sensitivity seems to depend on how deeply the womb has been corrupted. One thing’s certain: this black hue appears to surpass purple in every way.

So, I decided to confirm it for myself by touching her belly directly.

When I gently stroked it, it felt slightly warm—just a faint, soothing heat.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Hiiik!? ♥"

Psshhhhh!

Even the slightest touch caused her to spill her fluids uncontrollably.

"This is even more sensitive than Si-woo."

That makes it all the more amusing. A toy that releases with just a slight touch—it’s perfect for my plaything.

“You’re not even worthy of being a pet.”

“Haah… haah… yes, I am neither human nor a pet, but something far beneath it♥.”

Good, good. It’s important to know your place. A bitch that spills uncontrollably and finishes on her own whim isn’t even fit to be called a pet.

“In that case, I’ll make you my toy instead.”

“Yes! Thank you. I am Lord Dahaka’s toy♥.”

Smack!

I struck the cheek of the toy that still didn’t understand its place.

Does it still think it’s a pet? It’s no longer a pet—it's something far beneath that.

“Address me properly.”

“I am Master’s toy♥.”

Good. That’s how a subordinate of mine should behave.

“And who do you and everything, including Cheonsan, belong to?”

“To Master. To my one and only Master♥.”

Yes, everything belongs to me.

“If I were to order my cute little toy to kill 100 people every day, would you do it?”

“I would kill them all for you, Master!”

Huh, this is a bit off-putting. I didn’t think she’d fall this far. This woman is even more of a psycho than I expected. She’s dripping fluids as she speaks, for crying out loud.

She’s become a freak with an unexpectedly strong sense of loyalty to me.

She truly is the perfect toy. In any case, as long as she keeps serving as my cash flow, I’m satisfied with that.

Thump, thump, thump.

A toy should be treated like a toy.

I really want to devour her—not like a heroine, but as if she desires to be consumed by me. I want to tear into her flesh and eat her whole.

“Excellent. It’s been a while since my desires have burned this strongly.”

Crunch!

I sank my teeth into her shoulder.

Then, I sucked her blood deeply. As expected, blood tastes better than flesh. The blood of a woman I’ve made mine is no different from a potent elixir.

Once again, fluid trickled down below.

The toy named Yoo Jin-seok had already succumbed, her face twisted into an ahegao.

Just on the verge of death, I stopped after drinking enough blood to be dangerously close to fatal.

“Hiiik… hiiik♥,” she gasped.

“From now on, whenever I arrive, you better already be undressed, toy.”

Greet me with nothing on.

“Yes, Lord Dahaka♥.”

Today was quite satisfying.

I’m not sure how Yoo Eun-ha will react to this. Perhaps she’ll even get excited about her sister falling to me.

I gently stroked the head of the toy, now mindless in her climax-induced daze.

***

Beijing

Upon returning to Beijing, Ping Tao reported to Zhang Wei about the events at Hanseong Academy. She spoke of the glass dungeon and the unexpectedly high caliber of the cadets. Yet, Zhang Wei's reaction was indifferent.

"General, shouldn’t we counter Korea by improving the quality of our Hunters?"

"Mm. That’s meaningless now," Zhang Wei replied, shaking his head at Ping Tao’s suggestion.

"General Zhang Wei, what do you mean by that?"

"We will soon take over North Korea."

North Korea? Did he mean the northern territory? That could only lead to war, could it not?

The land of North Korea was now desolate. After the Great Cataclysm, the Kim dynasty had attempted to fend off monsters with conventional weaponry but ultimately fell. Survivors either joined South Korea, becoming part of the Korean populace, or were trapped underground, manipulated by a madman who used monsters to try and seize control of Korea, culminating in the Pyongyang Incident.

With North Korea's collapse, the land was overrun with monsters but had been effectively claimed by Korea. Invading North Korea now meant declaring war on South Korea.

"North Korea? Are you saying you intend to go to war with Korea?"

"Precisely. That’s why I’ve called you back," Zhang Wei stated plainly.

War—it had to be for that reason.

"But why? The relationship between Korea and China may not be good, but it’s not bad enough to justify war!"

The tension between the two nations was primarily due to Ha Jung-seok, the Korean president, and Zhang Hak-che, China’s chairman. Even so, it hadn’t escalated to the point of war.

"Korea doesn’t have the capacity to manage North Korea. That fool Ha Jung-seok treats it like a neglected corner of his empire, focusing all his power on consolidating his dictatorship. They’ll resist, but how much could they really resist?"

"And we do?" Ping Tao asked incredulously.

After all, they were Chinese. Their own borders, particularly the erosion zone in Mongolia, were teeming with monsters. Yet Zhang Wei was suggesting they ignore those threats to attack a neighboring country. The idea was absurd.

"No, we’re more than capable. The cores buried in that land will revive our stagnant economy," Zhang Wei countered.

So it was just greed for cores. Ping Tao found it hard to believe.

How could a nation as vast as China stoop to seizing a weaker country's land for its own selfish interests?

"Is this really just our selfishness?"

"Have you grown attached to them?" Zhang Wei sneered.

It wasn’t mere attachment. The reality was that Korea’s military strength far surpassed expectations.

Figures like Choi Si-woo and Yoo Eun-ha stood out, but the previous generation had included legends like the First Divine Sword and the Death Photographer. Names like the Ice Empress still carried weight.

If allied nations like Japan, represented by Shinohara Kotone, or America and England, with Rosemary and Rosaria respectively, joined Korea’s side, China would face insurmountable odds.

"Honestly, Korea is stronger now than ever. I couldn’t even guarantee a victory against the Divine Sword or Baekhwa, let alone others."

"It doesn’t matter. Korea’s strength is concentrated in Seoul. Cities like Busan, Jeolla, and Jeju barely manage to defend themselves. Ha Jung-seok has made sure of that," Zhang Wei said dismissively.

Ha Jung-seok’s focus on centralizing power in Seoul, neglecting other regions like Chungcheong and Gyeongsang, had weakened Korea as a whole.

"Our Hunters number 300,000. The Koreans will be haunted by the nightmare of the Korean War," Zhang Wei continued.

Three hundred thousand? The number sounded impressive, but could it guarantee victory?

Korea’s elite Hunters could decimate hundreds with a single attack. Even if China won, it would be left in shambles; a loss would bring international disgrace.

"Can we win?" Ping Tao asked, unconvinced.

"Don’t worry. All 300,000 are embedded with shards of sin. And that’s just the initial force. We’re looking at a total of a million troops if needed."

What?

Ping Tao couldn’t believe her ears.

"Shards of sin? Then… the incident with Park Jun-hyuk in Korea…"

"Exactly. It was our doing. We used sin to target the next generation of talent, knowing the Divine Sword would be harder to deal with."

So the incident with Park Jun-hyuk had been orchestrated by China. This confirmed that sin was not only in China’s possession but actively used.

"Where did you acquire sin?"

"The Sin of Gluttony was discovered in Shenyang. Its core is a gem with an eye, possessing a sentient will. It declared itself sin and offered to aid us."

Was this why they planned to attack Korea?

Had Ping Tao been sent to Hanseong Academy merely to divert suspicion from the World Hunter Alliance regarding China’s connection to sin?

"This isn’t right! As a great nation, this is unbecoming!" Ping Tao protested.

"Did we act first? The Koreans dared to overstep their bounds, attempting to outshine us on the world stage. This is punishment for their arrogance."

Punishment—through war?

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"After crushing Korea, Japan will be next. Heh, heh. Without Korea, Japan will feel exposed. They might even send Shinsengumi forces to assist Korea. It’d be perfect to eliminate both at once," Zhang Wei chuckled darkly.

Ping Tao’s stomach churned.

This was imperialism, nothing less.

"I refuse! I won’t participate in this! I cannot follow such orders!" Ping Tao declared.

Zhang Wei’s grin widened.

"Congratulations, Ping Tao."

"Excuse me?"

"The sin has chosen you. Once you embrace it, you’ll trample Korea, and China will rise as the Middle Kingdom reborn!"

Sin? Embrace it?

"I refuse! If this is what China stands for, I want no part of it!"

"Ah, Ping Tao, it seems you’ve been tainted by those small-minded Koreans. But don’t worry, once you become sin, such thoughts will vanish."

Ping Tao turned to flee but was quickly surrounded by dozens of Hunters.

Their eyes were inverted—white pupils set against black sclera. Puppets of sin.

"You wouldn’t kill your fellow countrymen, would you? Besides, you can’t defeat them," Zhang Wei’s voice taunted.

Though Ping Tao struggled to escape, the strength of her pursuers was overwhelming, and her body grew weak.

Pinned down, she was forced to look up. On the ceiling hung a strange black mass, its center glowing with a red eye.

The entity fell upon her face.

"No! Stop! Aaaaah! Mmmph!?"

Ping Tao thrashed desperately but to no avail as the essence of sin overtook her.

Crackle!

At first, she writhed in agony. But as the black liquid engulfed her, she grew still, her cries replaced by eerie laughter.

"Kik… kikikikikik."

When the transformation was complete, Ping Tao rose, her body wholly consumed by the black liquid.

Thus, the Sin of Gluttony, now embodied in flesh, was born—a chilling testament to China's fall from grace.