Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 81: Fashionably Enslaved

Velra frowned, eyes fixed on the thing in his hand.

He actually did it.

He turned a piece of his own body into a collar.

Her jaw tensed. "You’re insane."

She didn’t say it out loud. She didn’t need to.

He was already grinning like he could hear her thoughts.

She folded her arms, then dropped them, annoyed at herself.

"I’m beginning to think ’Heavenly Demon’ is the wrong name for you."

She turned her back to him.

"’Crazy Demon’ fits better."

Zain raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.

Velra sighed once.

She knelt down, presenting her neck like an offering.

Her voice was clear.

"Master... please put it on."

She didn’t tremble.

But her fingers curled tight at her sides.

Zain stepped behind her without hesitation.

"Good girl."

He fastened the living collar around her throat.

It snapped shut with a soft click.

Velra flinched.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then she felt it.

It pulsed into her nerves.

Burning, fusing, rewriting her responses

Like the collar wasn’t being worn.

It bound itself to her spine.

Her body shivered under ownership.

She grabbed the edges and tugged once.

Nothing.

It didn’t move. Didn’t budge.

She clenched her teeth. "I can’t remove it."

Zain’s hand touched her shoulder.

"I know."

"It was made to be your slave mark, after all."

Velra stood still.

Then slowly turned her head.

"...What else can you do with it?"

Zain smirked.

"I can sense your location. Your state of mind. And—"

He leaned closer, voice lowering.

"I can know when your pussy’s dripping."

"Every time it throbs."

Velra’s expression tightened.

Her eyes narrowed.

Zain tilted his head.

"You feel it, don’t you?"

"Like I’m inside your mind, studying your whole body."

Velra didn’t answer.

But the way she looked down, her fists curling slightly.

It said everything.

It was more than control. It was access.

She wasn’t just being watched.

Her pulse, heat, and desire fed straight into his mind.

Zain smirked again.

"Don’t worry too much about it."

His tone dropped just slightly.

"You’re my slave now."

"It’s only natural that I’d be able to feel you."

He stepped in front of her again.

"Now... I want to ask you something."

Velra lifted her gaze, cautious.

"What is it?"

Zain sat down across from her, arms resting loosely on his knees.

"I want to know why you were here."

He leaned forward slightly.

"I don’t care how important that case was."

"But how the hell did a job like that only send two B-rank villains?"

Velra exhaled.

"Because that’s what the job required."

She shifted her weight, folding her arms.

"The client didn’t want a full raid. Just precision."

Zain narrowed his eyes.

"So it really was a theft mission."

Velra nodded.

"Impakto had the perfect skillset."

"His Sound Drown cloaked our presence."

"Phase Charge let him make quick exits."

"And his temper? Good for chaos."

She tapped her finger against her arm.

"While he caused the noise, I slipped in and took the target."

Zain stared at her for a few seconds.

"I see."

He stood.

"Then go finish your mission."

Velra’s head snapped up. "What?"

Zain tilted his head. "Why so surprised?"

He stepped closer.

"Is it because of your condition?"

He waved a hand lazily.

"Let me handle that."

He turned to the system in his mind.

---

[Hack Initiation: Full Restoration]

[Target: Velra]

[Effect: Heal all physical damage, restore energy, and return body to optimal condition]

[Cost Required: 1,000 Hack Points][Status: Executing...]

---

Zain exhaled once.

"Good. Still a B-rank. Didn’t cost much."

Velra gasped.

She clutched her own arm, then her ribs.

Every ache, gone.

Her balance returned in a snap.

She looked at her hands like she didn’t recognize them.

"What... what just happened?"

Zain raised an eyebrow.

"That’s what’s got you shaken?"

"You’re acting like miracles don’t come with the collar."

Velra looked up.

"You healed me in an instant."

She stepped back slightly, eyes narrowed.

"And you’re telling me to finish the job? I’m a villain."

Zain stared at her like it was obvious.

"You’re my slave."

He stepped closer.

"Villain or not, you need a reputation."

"Get your name out there again."

His voice dropped just slightly.

"Because right now, aside from your body, you’re not that useful."

Velra flinched.

Her hands curled into fists at her sides.

"...Tch. Fine."

Zain’s smirk didn’t move.

"Good. Now go be impressive."

He turned halfway, then added without looking back.

"And change your name."

"Razorwaltz is awful."

Velra blinked, caught off guard. "You think so?"

Zain looked at her again.

"It sounds like a dancer on a discount flyer."

Velra scoffed. "Sure, Master."

She tapped the collar around her neck.

"This thing? Can I change the style?"

"I mean, if I’m stuck wearing it, I’m not walking around looking like a joke."

Zain nodded once. "Yeah. You can."

He crossed his arms.

"Just think about the look you want. It’ll shift to match."

"You’re a woman."

"I figured you’d complain if it clashed with your clothes."

Velra smiled slightly.

"Perfect. Fashion matters, even in slavery."

She turned, brushing her hair back, already preparing to leave.

Zain spoke up behind her.

"Before you go, remember something."

She paused, glancing over her shoulder.

"My name’s Zain. Don’t forget it."

Velra grinned.

"Sure, Master Zain."

She gave a small, playful salute.

Then turned fully and sprinted toward the rear of the cargo car.

Without hesitation, she jumped.

The wind howled past her as she vanished into the night.

No one saw her leap.

The guards were distracted.

The crew was asleep. It was quiet.

She landed cleanly and silently.

Then she ran, disappearing into the trees beyond the rail line.

Her mission wasn’t done yet.

And now, she wasn’t doing it alone.

She was doing it for her new master, Zain.

Back in the cargo room, Zain smirked to himself.

"She’s faster than I expected."

Then his voice dropped.

"My new number one slave’s on the move."

He turned slowly, eyes scanning the crates behind him.

"Now..." He grinned.

"Let’s see what our little spectator has to say."

A sharp gasp came from the left.

Someone ducked too late.

Zain’s eyes locked on the crates near the back wall.

A soft curse followed the gasp.

"Shit—how did he—?"