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EP.162 – The Fall of the Heroes, and… 

"Please… perish." 

The voice that rang out through the entire city made those fleeing stop dead in their tracks. 

It was so eerily similar to the voice of the hero that had been etched into their hearts. 

But before hope could take shape in their minds, it happened  

Like a dead city artery beginning to pulse again, the giant screens on skyscraper walls all at once flickered to bright blue. 

“…W‑what the hell is that?” 

From within that glow, the figures emerged and gasps cut short mid‑word. 

Three nearly naked women. 

It didn’t take long for the murmuring crowds to recognize them. 

And yet… these outfits? 

Latex leotards baring everything from chest to crotch, 

with crude patches barely covering their modesty like cheap strippers’ wear  

No one could believe these were the women who had been their hope, their heroes. 

While shock and silence swallowed the streets, 

a soft whisper seeped from the speakers. 

“…Do we really… have to do this dressed like this?” 

Unlike the other two, Akane looked flushed and couldn’t lift her head. 

Face red to the ears, she flinched as Mizuki hissed, 

“Shh. The camera’s already rolling.” 

“This still isn’t right! Fighting is one thing, but this is !” 

“Stop playing innocent now. You’ve already shown everything there is to show.” 

Biting her lip at Mizuki’s cynicism, Akane winced. 

“It’s fine, Akane‑chan. This is a sacred service for Lord Onyx, after all♥,” Hikari cooed, 

and Mizuki stepped forward. 

Well‑versed in live appearances, she knew exactly how to make herself the focal point. 

“Hello, everyone. Magical Sapphire here.” 

At her chin‑lift toward the camera lens, people froze in place, wherever they were. 

“It’s been a while. Judging from the look of things, you haven’t been doing all that well, have you?” 

Her voice was completely devoid of warmth. 

Even the practiced smile she once wore for the public was gone. 

A pause as she idly examined her nails was suffocating in its weight. 

And then  

“Sorry to spring this on you, but all of us have decided to quit being champions of justice.” 

Like a thunderclap, the words shattered the stillness. 

“W‑what…?” 

“This has to be a joke! Were you brainwashed by the enemy?” 

Hope‑filled murmurs spread like ripples. 

Mizuki’s lips curled with scorn. “Still clinging to fairy tales? Figures.” 

Her eyes swept the city beyond the lens in open contempt. 

“No, we weren’t brainwashed. We found a new master one worthy of serving.” 

At that word “master," the women shifted aside, as if to welcome a king. 

Striding into view came a man in a pitch‑black coat  

an oppressive presence radiating from the center. 

“Ah… it’s…!” 

“That’s… the leader of Dark Redemption!” 

Fear‑stricken cries blanketed the city. 

With those screams as background, Mizuki pressed her chest to Onyx’s arm and purred, 

“We no longer protect cattle like you. We serve only the great Lord Onyx.” 

Akane mumbled weakly in agreement. 

It was the last straw. 

“Traitors!” 

“Snap out of it, Saviors!” 

Angry shouts and protests erupted  

But they were quickly drowned beneath explosions and the roars of monsters tearing into the city. 

“Calm down, everyone. Lord Onyx is merciful,” Hikari soothed, 

her tone like a shepherd to lost sheep. 

“He won’t kill you. You’ll live as before under Dark Redemption’s glorious sky, 

receiving his blessing.” 

The dawning realization of what this “blessing” meant drained the blood from the citizens’ faces. 

With a wink toward the camera, Mizuki added, 

“So now we’re going to enjoy Lord Onyx’s ‘blessing’. Watch our adorable selves… while you struggle~.” 

The three clung to him on cue. 

The people couldn’t understand it all but one truth was clear: 

Their heroes were gone. 

They were in the enemy’s arms, mocking the city’s despair. 

In Sky City, there was no hope left. 

While chaos reigned outside, 

Thanatos’s repurposed workshop seethed with decadent heat. 

Its sole purpose: 

to defile the heroes, and broadcast their shame. 

Under flashing lights, the cameras drank in every angle of the bed’s sordid tableau. 

With Akane and Mizuki already “blessed” by Onyx, 

it was now Hikari’s turn, bouncing fervently atop him. 

“Ooohhh! Ahhh! Lord Onyx your cock…!♥ My pussy… it’s going crazy…!” 

Slap, slap, squelch! 

Wet, fleshy sounds filled the studio, 

and each time his swollen tip pressed her cervix, Hikari spasmed and cried out. 

“Haaah, aahhnn…! I’m coming, coming…!♥♥” 

Her slim waist arched off him as she reached her limit. 

“O‑ohhh…! Cumming, cumming inside my pussy !” 

Splassshh! 

A gush of her fluids doused his abs and the sheets. 

At the same moment, jets of rich milk spurted from her breasts, soaking her latex suit. 

“Huuhhh… mmm♥” 

She collapsed against his chest, savoring the afterglow. 

Mizuki, catching her breath, glanced at a monitor showing the burning city and panicked citizens. 

“…Wow. Look.” 

Like a panoramic film, scenes of bedlam spilled across the screen  

and she spotted something that made her click her tongue. 

“That guy dude’s jerking off in the street watching Hikari’s milkgasm. Disgusting~.” 

Sure enough, tucked into a corner of the screen, 

a man was caught on camera, pants down, stroking himself. 

As Mizuki snorted in derision, Hikari, still in Onyx’s lap, teased, 

“Mizuki‑chan♥ The cameras are still rolling, you know?” 

“So what? No point pretending anymore it’s actually freeing.” 

She flicked her tongue wickedly at the lens. 

Only Akane muttered under her breath, unable to accept this surreal scene: 

“God… people are watching and… how did I end up like this…” 

Mizuki laughed at her. “You were the one bouncing hardest. Don’t play coy now.” 

“Wh‑who said I was ?!” 

Her protest faltered as her hand drifted to rub her lower belly, 

the phantom ache of that massive shape inside her re‑lighting her cheeks. 

“Tch. Forget that. Come check this out,” Mizuki said, nodding toward the corner. 

There, chained to a cold metal post with a dog collar, was Haruto. 

His empty eyes were fixed on Hikari, being ruined in Onyx’s arms. 

“Hhh… hhh…” 

Lost past fear and grief, his body defied his will half‑hard, hand tugging faintly. 

Mizuki’s lips curled into a cruel smile. 

“Look at you, humping like a rutting dog. Seeing us fucked by another man turns you on?” 

“Stop it. You don’t need to humiliate him,” Akane frowned. 

“Looks like he’s enjoying it,” Mizuki smirked  

and his cock twitched as if in answer. 

Akane looked away, crouching in front of him. 

“I’m sorry, Haruto. This must be hell. When this is over… we’ll talk a lot, okay? For now, be good.” 

She stroked his hair gently, drawing a faint smile and nod from him. 

“…Hypocrite,” Mizuki muttered, shaking her head as she stepped back to the bed. 

“Lord Onyx~, I want it again. Put that cock in Mizuki’s needy pussy?” 

“Hey! It’s my turn!” Akane snapped. 

“First come, first served. Should’ve spoken up sooner, idiot Akane.” 

“You sly fox!” 

“Uhh…” 

As Akane rose, Haruto’s lips formed silent words Don’t go. Please. 

But no sound left him, his chains of powerlessness sealing his voice and body. 

Akane only smiled more warmly. 

“Oh, right. Almost forgot. I heard those two might already be pregnant from too much cum. It’s my turn next. Greedy, huh?” 

“A‑ahhh…” 

Tears finally spilled down Haruto’s face. 

“Don’t cry, Haruto. It’s not your fault. Lord Onyx is just so much stronger than you.” 

She didn’t wipe his tears. 

“If you’d been stronger, strong enough to hold us like a real man like him  

maybe this wouldn’t have happened.” 

Smiling sweetly, she drove the knife home: 

“In the end, this happened because you were weak. So you understand, right?” 

She stood. 

“Watch closely as I let Lord Onyx put a baby in me. At least jerk off hard for me, okay?” 

Not looking back, she shoved Mizuki aside and climbed into Onyx’s lap. 

Haruto could only watch mute, immobile tears streaming in chains of helplessness. 

As the chaos wound down, I looked between the ruined city and the heroines sprawled across the bed. 

“Hhhuhh…♥ We’re… yours, Lord Onyx…♥ Your female slaves…” 

The broadcast’s finale was complete  

once‑heroes, now debasing themselves as my property, begging for my seed. 

Enough. Time to leave. 

The thought no sooner crossed my mind than a voice echoed in my head. 

[Hehehe, great show, my protagonist. A real masterpiece. Curtain call time?] 

Child’s tone dripped with amusement. 

Yeah time to get back to reality. There were problems waiting there. 

“How’s the situation outside?” 

[I’ll explain when you’re back. No time now get moving.] 

“No time? What do you mean ” 

But she said no more. 

Bringing up the translucent system window, I focused on it. 

[Clear condition met. Return any time.] 

[Return now? (Y/N)] 

Without hesitation, I selected ‘Y’. 

Light swallowed my vision: 

[‘Sacred Girl Squadron Saviors’ dimension cleared.] 

[From ‘Onyx Rex’, you gain the trait: 【Lust Seal Artist】.] 

[Your mark on this dimension is strong you may possess it again anytime.] 

[Status changes detected. Check stats for details.] 

The world melted away into light. 

“Unnnh…?” 

When my eyes opened again, an unfamiliar space spread out around me  

infinite like the cosmos, geometric circuits of light flowing underfoot. 

Countless holographic monitors floated in the air, 

streaming live footage from countless dimensions I didn’t know. 

As I reeled, a welcome voice came. 

“Welcome back, Master.” 

Lizetta. 

Turning, I saw her just as she’d been, blocking the Bureau agents for me when we parted. 

Relief surged up, and I hugged her tightly without thinking. 

“I’m back, Lizetta. I’m so glad you’re safe…” 

She stiffened briefly, then wrapped warm arms around me in return. 

“I’m glad you’re safe too, Master.” 

…but something was odd. 

Hadn’t I collapsed under a Bureau agent before coming back? 

“Lizetta, where is this? What happened while I was gone?” 

“That’s…” she began, eyes flicking aside awkwardly  

“Heheh. Back just in time. A bit later and the Bureau’d have found you.” 

Child? 

The voice behind me was one I’d heard countless times  

but not in my head. 

This, I heard with my ears. 

I turned slowly  

Mischievous green eyes. 

Pink twin‑tails defying gravity. 

A petite frame no older than early teens, wrapped in a revealing dark dress. 

She was exactly as I’d imagined. 

“Been a while. Or maybe, ‘we finally meet’ fits better?” 

Floating there, legs swinging, Child grinned her signature grin  

an innocent yet wicked smile befitting her nickname: Troublemaker. 

[Immersion has increased.] 

[Immersion: 75% → 100%] 

[The world is now fully in sync with your mental image.]