“Does it feel that good?”
-Thud, squelch…! Thud!
“It feels so good…! Haaahng…♡ My son’s cock feels way too good…!”
I deliberately made her say the word “son.”
To heighten the sense of taboo.
“I’m about to pump some fresh nutrients inside you, so clench that pussy properly.”
“Yes, yes! I’ll squeeze it tight! Fill me up completely, please!”
-Thud, thud, thud, thud, squelch…!
“Ooh…♡ Oooooh…♡”
Baek A-yeon trembled violently with pleasure, letting out vulgar moans as her convulsions hit, and I injected fresh nutrients straight into her womb.
-Spluuurt…! Spluuurt!
“Nghiii…♡ Fresh cum…♡”
“Your face looks so fucking lewd.”
I hugged Baek A-yeon as she lay there panting.
“A-yeon-ah, want me to fuck you like I did twenty years ago?”
“Mmm…? What do you mean by that…?”
Her mind seemed to have cleared a little; she looked puzzled by my words.
“What else? I’m asking if I should fuck you like I raped you in that alley twenty years ago.”
“W-wait, how do you know about that…?”
Baek A-yeon’s face went pale.
Her body stiffened.
“How do I know? Simple.”
I whispered into her ear.
“Because I’m that very guy from back then.”
“What?”
“Jin Seo-yoon. The Collector. The villain who fucked you for the first time.”
“That’s… impossible… He’s dead…”
Baek A-yeon shook her head.
As if desperately trying to deny it.
“He did die. And then he was reborn. As your own son.”
“……!”
Baek A-yeon’s eyes widened.
An expression of utter disbelief.
“You’re lying…”
“I’m not lying.”
I stroked her stomach as I continued.
“Do you remember your last words?”
“Last… words…?”
“The ones you said right before those twin bitches killed you.”
Baek A-yeon’s pupils trembled.
As if searching through her memories.
“Thank you… for everything.”
At those words, Baek A-yeon’s body shook.
“Really… honey…?”
“Yeah.”
“How… how is this possible…”
“I don’t really know either. I died, and when I opened my eyes, I was a baby. Your baby.”
“Then… from the very beginning…?”
“Yeah. I’ve remembered everything since the start.”
Baek A-yeon began to cry.
“Honey…”
“Hm?”
“I’m sorry… Twenty years ago… for leaving you alone…”
“What are you talking about? It wasn’t your fault.”
“But… if I had been stronger… I could have protected you…”
“Enough. We’ve met again like this.”
I hugged her tightly.
“But… honey, have you been acting this whole time as my son?”
Baek A-yeon asked with an anxious expression.
“Yeah… It’s a bit complicated, but I was born as your son from the beginning. Reincarnation, I guess you could call it.”
“Then… you really are my son too…”
“Yeah. And also your old lover.”
“This is so weird…”
“I was confused at first too. But now I’m okay with it.”
“How hard must it have been for you all this time…”
Baek A-yeon gently stroked my face.
“No. Actually, it was nice.”
“Nice?”
“Yeah. Because I could stay by your side.”
Baek A-yeon’s tears fell in large drops.
“You idiot…”
I wiped her tears away.
“Don’t cry.”
“How can I not cry… After twenty years… we’ve finally met again…”
“I’m so glad…”
Baek A-yeon hugged me tightly.
As if she would never let go again.
“Honey… you won’t leave again, right…?”
“I won’t leave. I’ll stay with you forever.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
We held each other for a long time.
Covered in sweat and bodily fluids.
“Honey.”
“Yeah?”
“So… what are you going to do from now on?”
“First, revenge.”
“Revenge?”
Baek A-yeon frowned.
“Those twin bitches. Mina and Sora. The ones who killed me.”
Baek A-yeon’s expression hardened.
“That’s dangerous. They’re still S-class. They’re not opponents you can just rush at recklessly.”
“I know. That’s why I’m not charging in right away. I’ll prepare slowly.”
Baek A-yeon sighed and looked at my face with worry.
“Still… don’t do anything too reckless.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll move carefully this time. For now, shall we finish what we were doing?”
“Huh?”
“We should have celebratory reunion sex, right?”
Baek A-yeon’s cheeks flushed red.
“Ah…♡”
***
I carefully slipped out of Baek A-yeon’s embrace. She let out a short moan in her sleep but soon settled back into quiet breathing.
I checked the time: 3 a.m.
I went to her closet, found the hidden compartment in the inner wall, and pulled out an old metal box.
-Hiss
When I opened the lid, familiar black gear came into view.
Mechanical mask.
Black hood.
And various weapons.
‘Been a while…’
This was the equipment I used back in my first run when I was a villain. The fact that Baek A-yeon had kept it safe even after my death stirred some indescribable feeling in me.
Of course, after twenty years, it wasn’t top-spec anymore. But in a pinch, it was still perfectly usable.
I pulled the black hood over my head and fitted the mask snugly to my face.
The HUD activated, displaying various data in my vision.
Ambient temperature, humidity, time, number of detected lifeforms…
Everything felt familiar, yet strangely awkward after so long.
I selected a pistol and a sword from the weapons and strapped them to my waist.
‘Time to move.’
I quietly opened the window and leaped out.
***
Neon City at night.
It showed a completely different face from the daytime.
Gaudy neon signs lit up the streets, but darkness still lurked beneath the glow.
People walking the streets.
Men loaded with cyberware, women in flashy outfits, and homeless people crouched in corners.
‘Nothing’s really changed.’
Twenty years ago or now, it was pretty much the same.
I pulled my hood low and slipped into an alley.
My destination was set.
‘Information broker.’
To survive in this city, you need information.
And to get information, you go to an information broker.
Following the alley, I came to a small bar.
No sign, narrow entrance.
But this was the place.
-Creak
I opened the door and stepped inside.
The interior was dark.
A few people sat in the corners drinking.
All of them had their faces hidden with hoods or masks.
I went straight to the counter.
“What do you want?”
The bartender asked.
An older man.
One eye replaced with a cybernetic implant.
“Here for information.”
“What kind?”
“Neon Academy related.”
The bartender looked me up and down and sneered.
“That’s expensive info. Doesn’t look like someone wearing outdated gear like you can afford it.”
“Just tell me the price first.”
“Depends on the grade of the academy student. What grade?”
“E-class.”
“E-class is 1.5 million credits.”
“That’s steep.”
“See? Not the kind of info a guy like you can buy. Get lost.”
I had no choice but to leave.
‘Short by 500k.’
All I had on me was 1 million credits.
‘That’s all the money I got from those girls who tried to fuck me last time.’
Asking Baek A-yeon for money would be awkward.
‘She spent most of what she had raising me and Baek Yeon over the past twenty years.’
She earned her own money through work, but it was just enough to maintain the status quo.
‘No choice then. I don’t know if it still exists after twenty years, but… let’s check it out.’
My destination: Sector 6.
The most infamous area in Neon City.
This place gathered the dirtiest and most dangerous things in the city. Gangs, illegal cyberware dealers, identity launderers, wanted criminals… A world where neither law nor order existed—only profit and power mattered.
What I was looking for was the ‘Black Market.’
The oldest and most notorious underground market in Neon City.
Its location changed constantly, and entry conditions were inconsistent, but from my first run, I had my own regular route in.
‘From here to Sector 6 is quite a distance…’
Just then, I spotted a bike parked on the street.
‘Luck’s on my side.’
I scanned the surroundings and approached the bike.
The HUD detected a security system.
‘Can I hack it?’
The gear was outdated, but I decided to try anyway.
-Beep beep beep
[Lock disengaged]
The engine started.
-Vroom
I climbed onto the bike.
Gripping the handlebars brought back the familiar sensation.
‘Been way too long.’
I twisted the throttle.
-VRRRROOOM!
The bike roared forward.
Slicing through the darkness.
Neon lights blurred past.
With a thunderous roar, the shadows on the road flew backward.
Wind whipped against my hood.
The city’s noise filtered through the mask.
‘Feels alive.’
About twenty minutes of riding later.
The boundary of Sector 6 came into view.
And then.
‘Huh?’
I slowed the bike.
The scene before me was completely unfamiliar.
‘Whoa.’
The old Sector 6 used to be a slum.
Piles of trash, gangs, and illegal deals everywhere—a grim, shadowy district.
But now it was entirely different.
Bright lights and noise.
The air thick with heavy perfume.
Giant casinos and clubs lined the streets.
Prostitutes strutted under crimson neon signs.
“Is this really the Sector 6 I knew…?”
Drones patrolled the air.
Heavily armed security—illegally modded—patrolled the streets with grim intensity.
Women in heavy makeup and skimpy outfits solicited customers.
Some openly offered sex right in the middle of the street.
“Hey there, handsome oppa~ Want me to do you cheap?”
One prostitute approached.
“Not interested.”
“30 minutes for 50k credits!”
50k credits for thirty minutes from a hooker? Ridiculous.
I gave her a once-over.
Makeup did its job, but her face wasn’t bad.
The problem was down below.
Clear signs of cyberware mods.
Her pussy had been heavily modified.
“I’ll pass on fake pussy.”
“Ah, what? You’re an Origin?”
‘Origin?’
First time hearing the term.
Nothing like that twenty years ago.
“What’s an Origin?”
“What, you’re not even an Origin?”
The prostitute looked me up and down, then gave a mocking smile like she was looking at an easy mark.
“Want to know? 5k credits.”
“5k credits, huh.”
I pulled my pistol from my coat and aimed it between her eyes.
-Click
“How much is your head worth?”
But the prostitute didn’t flinch.
She just sneered.
“A gun? Are you crazy? Don’t you know what happens if you kill someone here without permission?”
“You’ve got guts.”
“Hah, go ahead and shoot, punk.”
Her confidence was so absurd it left me speechless.
And when I glanced around, people were watching us.
But no one intervened.
They just spectated.
‘Something’s off about the vibe here…’
Getting into trouble didn’t seem like a good idea.
I lowered the gun slightly and instead tossed a credit chip from my pocket at her.
“Talk. What’s an Origin?”
The prostitute caught the chip and smirked.
“You really don’t know? Oppa, you’re such a country bumpkin.”
She toyed with the chip happily and continued in a coquettish tone.
“The Origin Church—it’s a cult that’s gotten famous in Neon City over the last ten years. They worship the ‘natural, unmodified body’ as sacred. Cyberware, artificial skin, bio-implants, all that stuff is sinful to them—they’re super hostile toward it.”
The prostitute fiddled with the credit chip and stepped even closer.
“And rumor has it, while they wait for the descent of their ‘Absolute One’ from their doctrine, the followers rigorously train both body and mind to offer themselves to him. Most of the female followers stay virgins, and on the nights of their rituals, only the chosen ones receive the ‘baptism.’”
Things that didn’t exist twenty years ago had appeared.
“What about the male followers?”
“Men are just sidekicks. Lowest rank. They only exist to serve the female followers or run errands for the rituals, from what I’ve heard.”
The prostitute grinned lewdly and lightly grabbed my hand.
“Anyway, oppa~ How about I really do you cheap?”
“Not interested.”
Honestly, I was a little curious what a modded pussy felt like…
‘But if I get home too late, I’ll get in trouble!’