Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 80: Black, Pink, and 100% Organic

Zain rounded the far side of the crate stack and stopped.

"Found you."

A single leg was visible behind a case.

He stepped closer, expecting a weak woman barely able to move.

But what he saw surprised him.

Velra was sitting casually atop a crate, wearing a neatly fitted jacket.

It was clearly taken from one of the stored suitcases.

She looked way too calm.

In her hands was a metal bowl filled with... something he couldn’t quite place.

His own cum.

She took a slow sip, eyes half-lidded.

Zain frowned.

"What... are you doing?"

Velra glanced over at him, unfazed.

"Took you long enough."

"I was starving. Had to make do with what was around."

Zain’s expression twitched.

He dropped the takeaway container on the nearest crate.

"Eat real food. Now."

Velra smiled, almost sweetly.

She opened the box, inhaled the scent, and immediately dug in.

She was hungrier than she let on.

Zain watched her from the side, arms crossed.

"...Unbelievable."

"To think you’re not even trying to escape."

Velra quickly finished the last bite of the meal, licking a bit of sauce off her thumb.

She glanced at him.

"My body’s wrecked. Broken thanks to you."

She leaned back on the crate.

"Escape? I can barely stand straight without wobbling."

Zain raised an eyebrow. "I see."

Velra tilted her head. "So now what?"

She met his eyes, expression unreadable.

"What do you plan to do with me?"

Zain didn’t answer right away.

He stood still, thinking.

Velra frowned.

"What, you need a whole speech to decide?"

Zain smirked slightly.

"Honestly... I didn’t expect you to still be breathing after that round."

Velra gave a short laugh. "Me neither."

Then her tone shifted—serious, low.

"Then let me help you."

Zain blinked.

"...Help me?"

Velra nodded slowly.

"Just kill me... or fuck me again. I don’t care."

Her lips twitched into a faint, broken smile.

"Do anything you like. I belong to you now."

Zain tilted his head, smirking just a little.

"A slave?"

Velra let out a breath.

Half a laugh, half a gasp.

"I said it earlier, didn’t I?"

She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"You gave me something no one else ever has."

Her pussy still leaked his cum. Her legs trembled from being used.

"If I ran... if I tried to escape..."

She blinked slowly, her voice steady now.

"I doubt I’d ever feel anything like that again."

She spread her legs again, offering herself without hesitation.

"So I’ll stay."

She looked him straight in the eye.

"Make me your slave. I won’t fight it anymore. "

Zain stared at her for a moment.

Then smirked.

"I see..."

He exhaled, rubbing his jaw.

"That’s great. Really great."

He stood slowly, circling her.

"I was thinking hard just now, you know..."

His eyes locked on her cum-streaked body, trembling and soaked.

"You’ve got the perfect shape. And those legs... long, toned and dangerous."

He stepped in front of her, lowering himself slightly.

"It would’ve been a shame to kill you."

Zain tilted his head.

"But now, you’ve given me the perfect solution."

He raised one foot slightly.

"Prove it."

"Kiss my foot, slut. Show me you know your place."

Velra didn’t hesitate.

She crawled, trembling, and pressed her lips to his foot.

"Yes... Master."

Zain’s smile grew.

"Good."

"But before we move to the next phase..."

Zain narrowed his eyes, staring into the nothing in front of him.

He didn’t speak aloud.

Give me the best ability for marking someone as my slave.

I don’t care about the side effects.

Just make it the strongest one possible.

And keep it low-tier. 100 points max.

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[Hack Initiation: Ability Acquisition]

[Target: Zain]

[Ability Acquired: Flesh Brand (Low Tier)]

[Effect 1: Embed a piece of your flesh to create a permanent tracking bond]

[Effect 2: Subtle control over the host’s behavior and responses]

[Effect 3: Obedient targets gain clarity or pain resistance]

[Effect 4: Defiant targets suffer discomfort or weakness.]

[Effect 5: Greater effect if the implanted flesh is vital]

[Cost Required: 100 Hack Points]

[Status: Executing...]

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Zain glanced down at his right arm.

Then without a word.

He reached up, grabbing his own shoulder...

Without hesitation, he ripped it apart.

His entire right arm came clean off.

Blood ran down his side.

He didn’t even flinch or scream.

Velra gasped.

"W-what the hell are you doing?!"

Zain didn’t answer right away.

He looked down at his severed limb.

Still twitching in his left hand.

Blood dripped from his shoulder.

Then he called the system.

"Quick. Heal me. Now."

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[Hack Initiation: Targeted Restoration]

[Target: Zain – Right Arm]

[Effect: Fully heal all damage, restore strength, and reconnect nerves and tissue]

[Cost Required: 3,000 Hack Points]

[Status: Executing...]

---

A second later...

A new right arm grew from his shoulder.

Fresh, unscarred, as if nothing had been taken.

Zain flexed it once and smirked.

He looked down at Velra, smirking.

Meanwhile, Velra’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"What—what are you?"

Zain only grinned, lifting his own severed arm.

"System turned my arm into the best possible collar."

"Black and pink. Just for her."

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[Hack Initiation: Material Conversion]

[Target: Zain’s Severed Arm]

[Effect 1: Reshape the flesh into a black and pink futuristic collar]

[Effect 2: Style can be altered by the wearer’s thoughts]

[Effect 3: Color theme remains fixed—black and pink only]

[Effect 4: Automatically forms a perfect fit]

[Effect 5: Cannot be removed by any physical or magical means]

[Cost Required: 3,000 Hack Points]

[Status: Executing...]

---

His severed arm twitched once before shifting.

In seconds, it was no longer a severed arm.

It was a sleek and polished collar.

Trimmed in glowing pink lines and wrapped in matte black fiber.

It looked like a choker torn from the future.

Zain crouched.

Held it out in both hands.

"For you."

Velra blinked, stunned.

"You want me to wear that?"

Zain nodded.

Calm and absolute.

"I don’t just want you to wear it."

"Beg me to wear my flesh around your throat. Prove you’re mine."

"I want you to ask for it."