"Red lingerie... Surprisingly bold, aren't you?"
The red bra was slightly too small for her chest, causing her breasts to spill over the sides in a way that was undeniably provocative.
Click!
I raised the pistol beside Ayako's temple for the camera.
"Eek...!"
Ayako gasped and tensed in my arms at the sudden motion, then steadied herself when she realized I wasn't pressing the muzzle into her skin.
But I wasn't threatening her. My threat was for someone else.
"I know you're watching, Police. I'm warning you: the moment Special Forces enter this studio or this broadcast is cut off, I'll detonate the bombs I've planted throughout the city. Think I'm bluffing? After coming this far, do you really think I'd lie? If you doubt me, come and see for yourself. See hundreds of thousands... no, millions... die if that's what you want."
It was a lie.
I hadn't planted any bombs. There simply hadn't been time. But the Japanese police and high-ranking officials wouldn't dare dismiss my words. I'd already massacred hundreds of Yakuza and killed someone live on air. They'd likely assume I was capable of planting bombs.
"My demands are simple: 300 billion yen in cash! And bring five executives from the Heaven's Mandate Society to this broadcast station!"
If Japan was preparing for serious negotiations, I'd be safe for at least a few hours.
Even if they come at me hard, I should have at least thirty minutes.
More importantly, I had Ayako, a beautiful news anchor whose popularity was skyrocketing across Japan.
"Now, say something."
I held the pistol near Ayako as a warning to the police and urged her to speak.
Tears streamed down Ayako's face from the chaos of everything that had happened. Her pitiful appearance would surely stir grief and rage in Japanese viewers, and they would record the broadcast.
I lowered the gun, set it aside, and met Ayako's eyes.
"You're free to refuse this part. If you don't want it, say so now."
Ayako swallowed hard, then gave a small nod.
"...Be gentle."
First, I stuck out my tongue and licked the back of her neck. Ayako shuddered violently, goosebumps rising visibly on her skin.
I chuckled and activated Sensual Amplification. Since there was no time for leisurely enjoyment, I decided to savor it to the fullest.
Sensual Amplification activated. Vitality will be continuously drained.
I unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Thump. Her breasts swung free, their weight causing them to sway.
"Ooh, nice breasts. They're big, shapely, and pink."
"Please... be gentle..."
"I will. Tell me if you want me to stop. This is a live broadcast AV being watched by Japan... no, maybe the whole world."
"Aah!"
I kneaded her breast firmly, savoring the heavy softness in my palm. Flesh bulged between my fingers, and her stiff, pink nipple trembled like bait to lure a fish.
"Ah... that's intense...!"
I lowered my other hand. When I pulled down her tight business skirt, sexy red panties were revealed. I stroked Ayako's intimate area through the fabric.
"Ah... ahh..."
Her face was flushed with nerves, but she remained in place.
At her nod, I pulled down her red panties.
"Oh. No hair."
I had assumed she would be groomed. As an entertainer who sold her beauty to the public, maintaining her appearance down there wouldn't be unusual. But I never expected a bald pussy.
"Alright, look here. This is the pussy of a Japanese news anchor."
I turned toward the camera and spread her labia with my fingers while Ayako parted her thighs for me. It was a beautifully shaped, pink pussy. Labia minora, clitoris, urethra, vaginal opening... The absence of hair made it even more visible.
"Hngh... Hngh..."
Ayako began to pant audibly, and I felt a surge of excitement as I caressed her pussy with my fingers.
The combined effects of Sensual Amplification and my technique were remarkable. In less than a minute, a clear fluid began to seep from her vaginal opening.
"Hngh... Hngh... Hngh..."
Ayako's breathless gasps soon transformed into moans of pleasure.
"This should be enough preparation."
I pulled down my pants and took out my cock a massive member that surpassed even the standards of East Asian men. Beyond its size and thickness, its rigidity was astonishing.
I stood behind her, positioning myself to insert my cock for the live broadcast, when she suddenly bolted for the studio exit. Overwhelmed by the cameras and the intensity of the moment, she sprinted with remarkable speed and form, as if she were a track and field athlete.
She was wavering? I underestimated how rattled she had become.
I lunged forward, caught up to her, and took her hand before guiding her back in front of the camera.
"Aaaah! W-wait... let me breathe..."
"If you want this to stop, say it now."
Ayako's chest heaved. After a long moment, she looked back at me and nodded.
"...I'm fine. Just don't rush me."
I gripped Ayako's waist tightly and slowly pushed my cock into her pussy.
"...!!"
Her pussy stretched to its limit. It was tight, but there was no blood, and nothing seemed to obstruct my entry.
"So, not a virgin? That's a bit disappointing."
"Aaaah! It's too big...!"
"If it's too much, say so. You're taking it well. You wouldn't be this wet otherwise."
Squish, squish!
I continued fucking her while looking directly at the camera. Less than three minutes remained until she would be screaming in ecstasy.
- Aaaah! Ah! Mmm! Haaah! It feels so good!
"..."
Yusuke, an adult shut-in, stared at the TV, vigorously stroking his cock with his left hand until his body shuddered.
"Haaah..."
On TV, Ayako, a beautiful news anchor, was having sex with a terrorist in real time.
At first, I was shocked and furious. Ayako was my favorite celebrity. She was the only reason I watched the boring news every day. I'd even had a wet dream about having sex with her once.
But as time passed and I witnessed Ayako's lewd behavior with my own eyes, my face twisted in disgust. My sense of betrayal toward Ayako outweighed my anger at the terrorist.
"Ayako... I never imagined you'd be bald down there and not a virgin."
Ooooh... I'm coming, I'm coming!
On screen, Ayako's expression was as lewd as an adult video actress, her body slick with vaginal fluid. The Ayako who had initially feared and hated the terrorists was nowhere to be seen.
"That's not the face of a victim. You fucking bitch..."
Even without drugs, the woman seemed to be enjoying herself. After just a few tastes of his cock, she was dripping with vaginal fluid, swaying her hips on her own.
Could it be that other women...
...might hide desires like that? Watching Ayako on TV, it seemed quite possible.
Gulp.
Yusuke thought of the young married woman who lived next door. She bore a striking resemblance to Ayako.
She had moved in six months ago, and he had only glimpsed her through the window. They weren't acquainted.
If that bastard can do it, why can't I?
Having contemplated suicide multiple times a day, he decided he would try to seduce the woman next door. Maybe she would respond just like Ayako did.
Across Japan, he wasn't the only man harboring such thoughts.
Ayako and I kept fucking for an hour, and the entire broadcast was aired live.
Satisfied, I spared Ayako's life. Well, the scandal might ruin her life later, but that wasn't my concern.
The broadcasting station was surrounded by Japanese police and Self-Defense Forces. Helicopters hovered overhead, making escape nearly impossible.
I calmly tore a Space Transfer Scroll and returned to Korea. It was a bit of a waste, since I'd never come to this world again. But I had no desire to face the mundane and uninteresting ending of being captured by Japanese police and executed.
My face is now known worldwide, and the Holy Communion Faction has been exposed. Ha ha.
Korean citizens trembled in fear of my existence and the Holy Communion Faction. A few oddballs even worshiped me.
Japan was in an uproar. Curses and death threats against me were commonplace. Some even demanded Korea pay compensation for the damage. The Japanese Prime Minister vowed in a speech to capture me and bring me to justice. Currently, not only the police but also the Self-Defense Forces are scouring Tokyo to find me.
They don't even know I'm in Korea.
[Quest Completed.]
[You will automatically return to reality in 10 minutes.]
[You can now view the ending.]
[Quest rewards for 'Bully Maker!' have been granted.]
[All stats have increased by 1.]
[You have gained 300 points.]
I have no regrets about this world.
I returned to reality.
I checked the ending.
It was nothing special.
As Korea's Drug King, I ruled the underworld until my death at the age of 101. It was the life of the Republic of Korea's Black Dictator.
The 300 points earned from completing the quest.
I needed to decide how to spend them. There were so many options: stats, traits and skills, Yuria, random draws...
I already boosted my stats significantly last time. Plus, all my stats increased by 1 this time too...
I decided to save the stat upgrades for later.
Next was Yuria. I could use points to reduce her summon dash cooldown or extend her summon duration. While I longed to summon Yuria into the real world, the point efficiency was terrible.
Random draws were too much of a gamble. Investing all 300 points didn't seem worthwhile.
Let's upgrade my traits or skills.
I didn't have enough points to raise my Mental Resistance.
I spent 200 Points to level up Thunderbolt to Level 2.
Thunderbolt Lv.3
You can now control Thunderbolt at will. Manipulating Thunderbolt consumes Mana and Vitality.
Crackling.
Azure lightning writhed and coalesced in the palm of my hand. I could immediately sense the increased power and control over the Thunderbolt.
I had 100 Points remaining.
Using them would allow me to upgrade my Shooting Trait to Level 3. However, my gaze drifted not to the Trait, but to a Skill.
Hacking Lv.7
You can hack electronic devices. The more complex the device, the shorter the hacking duration. The target device must be within 70 meters. You can hack multiple devices simultaneously, but the hacking duration will be significantly reduced.
Cooldown: 3 hours
In modern or future eras, no skill is as game-breaking as hacking. Even in the present day, it's invaluable for intelligence gathering, so leveling it up is never a waste.
Especially hacking the broadcasting station to broadcast sex tapes worldwide that was the ultimate move.
Hacking Lv. 10
Allows you to hack electronic devices. The more complex the device, the shorter the hacking duration. The target device must be within 200 meters. You can hack multiple devices simultaneously, but the hacking duration will be significantly reduced.
Cooldown: 3 hours
Upgrading to Level 8 and 9 cost 25 points each, and reaching Level 10 required 50 points. I spent all 100 points.
Level 10 wasn't the Master level after all. I can still grow.
I had 7 points left. Without hesitation, I used them on a Random Draw.
A blanket, a straw, cat fur... useless items kept appearing.
Why is cat fur even showing up?
Feeling bewildered, I spent my last point. I wasn't expecting much; my luck with draws didn't seem great today.
"Huh?!"
The exclamation slipped out involuntarily. Contrary to my expectations, the final draw yielded an item with a special effect.
0.3 Scale Sticker
When applied, this sticker reduces an object's size and weight to 30% of its original values. Removing the sticker restores the object to its original state. The sticker is single-use.
Price: 500 points
Warning
Shrunken items are highly unlikely to function properly.
Consider the space when removing the sticker.
This item does not work on living beings.
My eyes lit up.
Shrinking things was good, but the fact that it reduced weight by 30% was even better.
Only items I could carry fit in my Inventory. This meant I could now store things I couldn't lift before, like cars, or even lighter vehicles like helicopters. Even at 30% of its original weight, a fighter jet would probably still be too heavy.
It's too good to waste on just a car... Maybe I should go to an SF world later and find an awesome car there.
This was definitely a jackpot from the Random Draw.