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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: I Want to Fuck a Hero (3)
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Even in this "new era" where Transcendents were starting to appear here and there, their numbers were still dramatically lower compared to ordinary people.
According to statistics from the Bureau, the ratio was about 1:10.
Even that was for kids around ten years old. The older the age group, the lower the proportion of Transcendents.
However.
No matter how few there were, it was impossible for the remaining nine out of ten people to live completely identical everyday lives.
...Well, there were some who were almost the same.
For example, what about a doctor who had devoted their youth entirely to medicine and finally earned their medical license?
They, too, lived slightly unfair daily lives, of course.
Because there were Healing-type Transcendents who could heal wounds in an instant, even if the "cost" varied slightly for each person.
Fortunately, Healing-type Transcendents were extremely rare, so they were all working hard at private hospitals, university professor positions, military doctor roles, or other places that were still hard for Transcendents to reach, just like in the old days.
Their salaries hadn't changed much either.
The same went for supermarket cashiers. They lived the same daily lives as before.
School teachers, too. Same as before.
Here's one thing.
What if it wasn't a job like doctor, but one where heroes could completely steal their rice bowl?
Heroes who effortlessly surpassed average human physical abilities, wielded all sorts of bizarre magic, and even inherited animal traits to truly "transcend" humanity.
What happened to jobs where physical prowess determined the cutoff line?
One prime example was the police.
The police were treated as inferior even to low-tier heroes, reduced to manning CCTV infrastructure that had been set up long ago.
It meant only personnel left for patrols, interrogations, and handling minor civilian complaints.
A pitiful reality.
Of course,
it was a tremendously grateful story for me right now.
"Haa..."
On the road turned into a mess by rainwater and debris.
After checking the dump truck driver trapped in the airbag with the door ripped off, she gave a light dry heave and sighed at the paralyzed road.
CCTV receiving reports from citizens: 1 minute.
Contacting the nearest hero from there: 1 minute.
If the hero happened to be free, arrival within 3 minutes.
That ended the situation.
A pre-hero in her early twenties had done all she could.
After this, it was the realm of real adults, not just big-bodied grown-ups.
And.
About a minute had already passed.
"..."
Should I talk to her?
Will she treat me like a suspicious person?
If I miss this chance now, will a similar opportunity come again?
When was the last time my face had been this popular?
Before I looked like a crazy person, I put my umbrella back on and quickly searched "Seo Woo-jin" on Google with my phone.
It felt like the last interview had been over ten years ago.
Surprisingly, the most recent news was from a year ago.
It was an article plastering a photo from my student days—god knows where they stole it from—hypeing me up as Korea's third Healing-type Transcendent with endless praise.
A year ago, when I was 19.
I was already sitting blankly in school, seriously pondering, "How can I use my power to fuck a hero...."
The rest of the news was from seven years ago, nine, ten.
There were the most articles from around when I was ten.
In the meantime, another Healing-type Transcendent had appeared, along with all sorts of bizarre freaks, so my name had been buried behind them.
I liked that.
They might not recognize my face, but the proof that "this is the guy" was still there intact.
I turned off my phone screen and cautiously approached her as she tried to use her uniform to shield herself from the rain.
My rain-soaked coat felt unnecessarily heavy.
"Um, thank you. For saving me."
"Huh? Oh, no need for thanks. I only did it to get academy store credit."
I'd tried to ease her guard slowly, but I got a brutally honest response instead.
Maybe she was embarrassed receiving thanks from a civilian.
Even without a precise read yet, her stiff expression suggested she wasn't the type who liked strangers.
At this rate, she wouldn't drop her guard and wag her tail happily even if I offered her candy.
Hmm.
I'd briefly thought the piercing in her ear might mean she was a loose girl.
Guess it was really just fashion after all.
I liked that.
Her value had gone up.
"It's not about that. I overheard you say your ankle hurt earlier."
"...And?"
Her voice was sharp.
She was probably annoyed that I'd approached after hearing her mutter to herself.
Note to self.
"I'm actually this kind of person."
"...?"
Saying "Seo Woo-jin" wouldn't ring a bell.
What was needed here was easy-to-digest audiovisual evidence.
I pulled up that one-year-old news article on my phone, brushed back my rain-drenched bangs that were stinging my eyes, and showed her my face.
Our school had strict hair regulations, so the photo in the news was much shorter than now, after I'd grown it out post-graduation.
...Looking at it like this, the old style might've been better.
Should I cut it short again?
"Seo Woo-jin. Healing-type Transcendent..."
"Yes."
Only now did her expression soften into something friendly.
She must've thought I was some pervert trying to chat her up after she saved me.
Overly guarded, yet her inner thoughts showed plainly on her face.
"Um, but.... that..."
But strangely, the wariness that had just vanished started creeping back onto her face.
...No, not quite wariness.
What was the right word?
Her deep green eyes, brimming with worry.
Lips hesitating, mumbling.
Her right leg, gingerly testing the ground to gauge the pain, putting strain on her ankle.
It felt like puppy ears no one could see had popped up on her head and folded down pitifully.
What is this...
"Um, I don't have money..."
"..."
Ah.
"I'm grateful, but I'm still a student, so I don't have anything to give you..."
Only then did I recall a few things she'd said earlier.
Weekend part-time job, was it?
Glancing down slightly, her mint-green T-shirt, soaked and clinging lightly to her body, filled my view again.
...Weird patterns, some huge meaningless word scrawled across her chest.
A brand I'd never seen before.
Probably knockoff stuff.
The star-shaped piercing in her ear didn't look expensive either...
I could roughly picture her backstory.
"Not looking for money. What kind of talk is that to the person who just saved my life?"
"Really? For free...?"
"Yes. Really."
"But getting healed by a Healing-type usually costs like 5 million won easy, even for something this minor..."
"Keep that up, and I'll just leave."
"Ah, no! I won't say it! I'll be quiet!"
A sadistic impulse rose at her cluelessness, letting me seize control of the conversation briefly. She immediately clamped her hands over her mouth and cutely extended her rain-soaked right leg.
Complete with a weird "ho-it" sound effect.
Somehow, one promise of free healing had rapidly warmed her up.
No. Considering how stiff she'd been at first contact, it was too soon to let my guard down.
She'd just relaxed momentarily from our playful banter.
Ignoring the shutter sounds echoing from behind, I held out my umbrella.
"Mind holding this for me?"
"Sure!"
"And no need to keep using formal speech. I'm twenty."
"Huh? Then I'm your noona?"
"Pardon?"
"I'm your noona. By one year."
Maybe because I'd been thirty-ish mentally just thirty minutes ago.
I'd said no need for formalities, but getting called "noona" over a single year gap irked me a bit.
"Should I call you noona?"
"...Ah, no. The one healing me is oppa. Yes."
"No need to stick your leg out like that. I'll kneel anyway, noona."
"Okaay..."
Whatever. Fine.
Just a title. Nothing major.
"What a relief.... I was thinking it'd cost over 50,000 won at the hospital again."
"Only 50,000 won?"
She nodded vigorously, holding the large black umbrella and grinning ear to ear.
Her face like a countryside pup blissed out on sweet potatoes aside.
Now I got it.
That was the smile of someone who'd saved a bundle.
"You Healing-types might not know, but yeah, it costs 50,000 won? You've never been to the hospital much, huh?"
"Hmm."
"Plus, I'd need a cast. Then I couldn't do classes or club activities properly..."
There was a certain type among Evolution-type Transcendents.
Immense strength already, but not fully matured, so losing focus meant quickly exceeding limits and straining their own body.
This girl seemed exactly that type.
"...Ah. Before we start."
"Yes?"
"I have to touch your body. That's okay?"
"You're just touching my ankle, right? The news article showed that."
"Yes. Just the ankle."
"No problem. It's not like you're touching anywhere weird."
"Then..."
"...Um, excuse me."
"Yes."
"If it feels pervy midway through, will you just leave?"
"...?"
"...Sorry. I'll be quiet."
Thinking we'd gotten close already, she tossed out an incomprehensible joke.
Were her standards for "close" that low?
Strangers.
Super tight buddies.
Something like that.
'She hasn't even told me her name yet...'
No ears or tail or other physical traits, so definitely Evolution-type.
But why did every action and thought feel so much like a friendly neighborhood dog?
...Whatever. Headache.
Permission granted, I knelt on one knee before her and gently caressed the proffered ankle.
Now that I looked, cheap slippers instead of sandals in the rain.
Not important.
This next part was.
"This okay? Keeping my fingers on."
"J-Joking. Doesn't feel weird at all."
"Good."
Healing-type Transcendent.
In my case, the cost was brief fatigue.
Activation condition: at least three fingers on the target's wound area.
Most people knew only that much.
Because Healing-types wouldn't reveal the "truth," and ordinary folks never imagined anything beyond healing.
Like a painting.
They thought what they saw was all there was, rarely wondering what lay beyond the frame, digging into empty space.
Summoning-types summoned spirits, golems, giant autonomous mechs, etc.
Magic-types used magic.
Evolution-types were called superhumans.
Mutation-types infused animal traits into human bodies.
Same for Healing-types.
Healing-types could heal the injured.
So.
No one knew they could do "other things."
...Well, maybe because they slapped "Healing" right in the name.
"Hoo..."
First time getting healed like this?
A faint sigh drifted down from above, tense.
Ignoring it, I carefully infused mana into her ankle.
Ah, "mana" was my arbitrary term.
When using the ability, a hot energy flowed from my heart, down my arm, through my fingertips into the target. No better way to describe it.
So when explaining to people, I always compared it to games and called it mana.
Easy to understand was king.
"..."
Slowly.
Slowly.
I pushed thin mana into her slender white ankle, carefully probing inside.
How to put it? Like poking and breaking through blocked mana paths.
I didn't know the principle. It just worked for healing.
Like how I couldn't explain moving my arm—this mana thing was the same.
And.
Once I'd smashed all the messed-up parts in her ankle.
"...Amazing. Doesn't hurt anymore."
"..."
"Ah, I'll be quiet..."
I shifted the mana from her ankle upward a bit.
Past the knee.
The toned thigh from workouts, same.
Then it split into two at the pelvis.
Into three, four, many branches.
To meticulously scan her body.
"..."
Where she was most "fragile."
Where she'd "damaged" herself.
So, where she mistakenly thought her erogenous zones were.
Where the real ones were.
All of it.
Just like with my practice toys before.
To check thoroughly.
"...Um, isn't it done?"
The deepest spot no average guy would ever reach in a lifetime of sex.
The middle, scraped countless times by thrusting cocks.
The entrance perfect for fingers.
The outer entrance for non-penetrative play.
Plus throat, armpits, thighs, back hole, breasts, feet, back, etc.
After checking everywhere,
...I swallowed hard.
And slowly withdrew the mana from her body.
"All done, noona."
"Thank y.... Eek...? Cramp in my leg..."
You don't know yet, do you?
That there are several spots far more sensitive than the ones you manhandled during masturbation.
"You go to Miren Academy, right?"
"Yeah, second.... W-Wait, support me a sec.... Kyaa..."
"Hmm..."
"...Ah, are you my sunbae...?"
"Who knows."
"Huh?"
"Didn't submit an application."
"Huh? It's already February...?"
...I'm curious.
What face you'll make,
looking up at me when you realize it by force.