59 - Chapter 57: Punishment
They strip off my urine-soaked pants. My erect cock, glistening with urine and pre-cum, hits the cool air.
"Well then, I'll go first..."
The woman who was beating my face earlier climbs on top of me. She lines up the head of my cock with her entrance and squats down.
Once she's slid all the way down onto me, she reaches her hands toward my face. Remembering what happened earlier, I reflexively flinch and try to cover myself.
But this time, she isn't aiming for my face.
Her hands wrap tightly around my neck, squeezing hard.
"Ghh..."
As she strangles me, my body automatically tenses up, trembling and twitching as my muscles scream in panic.
"Haha... Hey... Look, since I'm choking him, his cock is twitching like crazy."
The woman giggles, feeling the spasms travel all the way down to my cock.
"...."
Anyone could see that Natalia was in a foul mood.
Because she had shown a much softer side recently, the contrast was jarring.
Moreover, there was none of her usual casual, lighthearted air.
Instead, she was sunk into an endlessly heavy, suffocating gloom.
Crushed by that oppressive weight, the people around her found her even harder to approach than before.
"Tsk..."
While the other hunters around her walked on eggshells, Natalia—who had just torn the gate's Boss Monster to shreds—wiped the blood from her hands and clicked her tongue in irritation.
Having finished her quota, she abruptly left the scene without a single word.
"Ah, great work, ma'am."
When Natalia returned to her car, her secretary, who had been waiting in the driver's seat, quickly got out to greet her.
"...Go home for the day."
Natalia stared at her for a moment, then tossed the words out indifferently.
"I'll see you tomorrow, then."
Even though her contract was almost up, the secretary remained a consummate professional, never slacking off and always treating her employer with the utmost respect.
Barely acknowledging her secretary's farewell, Natalia climbed into the car.
"Haa..."
She sat there blankly for a moment before starting the engine and driving off.
She steered the car toward the Investigation Division of the National Police Agency.
It was the department handling Han Su-hyeon's missing person case.
Parking haphazardly, Natalia entered the building, bypassed all visitor protocols, and flung the door to the Investigation Division wide open.
"Still haven't found a single lead?"
At Natalia's sharp tone, one of the investigators greeted her with a strained smile.
"Haha, we're sorry. The culprits are incredibly meticulous."
Ever since Han Su-hyeon went missing and the case was assigned to them, this exchange had been repeated almost every single day.
Clearly sick of the repetition, Natalia snapped in irritation.
"What the hell are you even doing? If you're living off my tax money, earn your keep."
"We are doing our absolute best, I assure you."
"Then you're just fucking incompetent. Why don't you all just write your resignation letters and fuck off?"
"Believe it or not, our division is actually the ace of the National Police Agency."
"Bullshit."
Listening to the exchange between Natalia and the duty investigator, the other detectives thought to themselves:
'Isn't she sick of this by now?'
'I wish she'd just leave.'
'We're busy too.'
Natalia's retirement was already set in stone.
Once she retired, she would just be an ordinary citizen. There was no reason to keep catering to her whims.
So, while they didn't show it outwardly, the investigators had already lost all enthusiasm for the case.
"Haha, what brings you to our humble office again, Hunter?"
Just then, a new voice chimed in.
Natalia knew who it was by the voice alone. It was Jang Hyeong-seok, a high-ranking official from the Hunter Division.
"What is it? What business do you have here?"
Cutting off her conversation with the duty investigator, Natalia turned to Jang Hyeong-seok and asked indifferently.
Jang Hyeong-seok didn't lose his beaming, corporate smile as he replied.
"Of course, since it involves our star Hunter, I came to personally make sure things are progressing well."
"Always running your mouth."
Natalia smirked crookedly at his reply.
'I'm about to retire and become a civilian anyway. And you dragged your heavy ass all the way to the police station just for me?'
Sly bastard. What the hell is he plotting?
Natalia had disliked Jang Hyeong-seok for as long as she could remember, even if she didn't have a specific reason.
While she was lost in thought, Jang Hyeong-seok continued.
"Why don't you head back for today? I'll make sure to put in a good word with the investigators here. You must be exhausted from the raid today, so go get some rest."
"...Fine."
With no real reason to stay, Natalia simply nodded and left the office.
Leaving the police station, Natalia climbed back into her car.
Instead of starting the engine, she pulled a ring out of her pocket.
It was a simple band, designed to feel completely weightless when worn.
Staring at it, Natalia muttered in a low, heavy voice.
"Where on earth did you go..."
My entire body aches. My throat is so swollen I can barely make a sound, and the metallic taste of blood coats my mouth.
"What's this? Is his cock not getting hard anymore?"
It felt like I'd been gang-raped for hours, but she still wasn't satisfied. The woman grumbled, playing with my limp cock with a slippery, lube-covered hand.
'Ah, shit...'
Panicking, I tried my best to get hard again. But it only twitched slightly; even if they beat me to death, it was physically impossible.
"Is it really dead, or are you just putting on a show?"
As if a physiological response is something I can just control.
Muttering to herself, the woman slid her hand from my cock to my ass. After groping my crack a few times, she shoved her finger straight inside me.
"Hmm... Is it here? Or here?"
Her long, slender middle finger stirred inside, scraping my inner walls until her fingertip brushed against my prostate.
"Ah... ngh..."
I reflexively bit my lower lip and writhed. Seeing my reaction, the woman focused on pressing and scratching the spot.
"Take that, and that. Hurry up and get this cock hard!"
"Ah... Ah... N-ngh...!"
Instantly, my hips trembled violently. A dry orgasm sent a tingling sensation surging up my spine, and semitransparent fluid dripped from the tip of my cock.
Watching me leak without even getting an erection, the woman clicked her tongue.
"Tsk, I guess it really is dead."
"Haa... Ha..."
This is bad. While I could still get hard, even with the beatings and the choking, it was still just rape. But now that my body won't respond, there's no telling what they'll do to me.
"Ah, this is fucking boring."
See? Fuck. That's the very first thing out of her mouth.
Cold sweat breaks out, and a chill runs down my spine. Looking thoroughly disappointed, the woman who was just touching me begins to bind my wrists.
"W-Wait a second..."
Ignoring my desperate pleas, she finishes tying me up. Then, she fashions a noose and slips it around my neck, which is already bruised red with handprints.
"N-no..."
The noose is hooked to a ceiling pulley, and my body is hoisted into the air.
"Gack...! Cough...! H-hegh...! Ghh...!"
I'm suffocating. The rough rope chafes against my already bruised neck, sending waves of agony through me. The sensation of my feet dangling in the air, unable to touch the ground, is terrifying.
"Ah...! Ah...! Gaaah...!"
With my wrists tied behind my back, unable to even grab the rope, I writhe desperately in midair.
"Hahaha, look at this bastard. He's thrashing around like crazy. Fucking hilarious."
"Where? Where?"
"Wow, he looks like a fish on a hook. Look at his cock dangling."
"Ugh, is he pissing again?"
"It's amazing he still has anything left in him after all that."
Because of the sturdy body and resilient life force unique to an Awakened, my suffering was only set to drag on exponentially longer.
*
"Hellooo."
Once again posing as a reporter, An Su-min visited the Investigation Division of the National Police Agency, carrying a box of drinks.
"You're all working so hard. Please, help yourselves."
"Oh, thank you."
The duty investigator quickly took the box of drinks from her.
After opening it and handing them out to the other detectives, he turned back to An Su-min.
"So, what brings our favorite reporter here today?"
"Oh, come on, you know why."
Perhaps because she had painstakingly built rapport with them, the atmosphere was quite friendly.
Nodding understandingly, the investigator led An Su-min to a nearby meeting room.
While sipping the instant coffee provided in the room and chatting about this and that, An Su-min spoke up at just the right moment.
"By the way, have you guys uncovered anything lately?"
"Uncovered anything... Honestly, the investigation is at a standstill, so we've got nothing. And even if we did, it's all under embargo, so we couldn't leak it to the media anyway."
"Is that so?"
"We're going crazy because there's no progress, and Natalia keeps coming by to nag us because it's her lover..."
"Oh?"
An Su-min's ears perked up at that last part.
It was just a thoughtless complaint from the investigator, but it was enough to confirm An Su-min's hypothesis.
'So Natalia really is serious about this lover?'