Hero·Grey：Forced Failure（ENG）

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“Where’s the Vallains base?”

Grey’s powerful foot, clad in heavy boots, mercilessly ground against the crotch of the Vallains combatant’s standard-issue bodysuit.

“Spill it quick if you wanna save yourself some pain!”

“Ugh! It hurts… argh!”

The captive, lying face-up, arched his body with a pained cry. His ankles were forcibly spread apart, chained to the railings on either side, exposing his vulnerable crotch completely. His right wrist was shackled and locked to a clasp on the floor above his head, leaving only his barely freed left hand to clutch the leather leash attached to his collar.

“…Nghh!”

The other end of the leash was, of course, in Grey’s hands. With a single tug from the towering young hero, the collar would tighten abruptly, yanking the combatant’s head upward and inducing a fleeting moment of suffocation.

Having grown up under Black’s tutelage, Grey was no stranger to various interrogation methods, but the straightforward and socially oblivious hero had no interest in mastering the art of manipulating human nature. He could only follow his memories mechanically, step by step.

Seeing the captive desperately trying to close his legs in pain, Grey snorted coldly and applied even more pressure.

“Stop fucking pretending and talk!!”

However, instead of spilling secrets under the brutal foot torture as expected, the combatant’s cries grew louder and more frenzied, tinged with a strange, quivering tone. Grey vaguely sensed something was off, thinking his technique might be lacking. He twisted and rubbed his thick sole against the captive’s crotch, instantly eliciting a shrill, agonized howl.

“Hmph, if you don’t talk… huh?!”

As a skilled fighter, Grey’s sense of touch was exceptionally sharp, and the change under his foot was too drastic to ignore. His attention shifted downward—the once soft and pliable sensation beneath his sole was hardening, growing firmer by the second, even pushing back against his foot.

In the split second he realized what was happening, Grey’s expression morphed from anger to shock and disbelief.

The combatant’s sizable cock had fully hardened, not only bulging through the seams of the bodysuit but also radiating scalding heat directly to Grey’s sole. Worse, Grey could feel warm, slick fluid coating the arch of his foot—the captive’s crotch wasn’t just erect; it was leaking copious amounts of precum.

Grey’s rage exploded. He glared at the combatant’s face, expecting at least shame or mockery, but instead found a gaze tinged with pained delirium, cheeks flushed unnaturally, and trembling moans laced with eerie, seductive gasps.

The young hero’s mind went blank, as if he, the interrogator, had been the one humiliated and defiled. Furious, he lifted his foot and slammed it down again, determined that the combatant’s perverse pleasure meant he hadn’t been harsh enough.

“You sick freak, I’m gonna crush your damn cock!”

…Thud!!

“…Aghhh!!”

The combatant’s body shuddered violently, letting out a piercing scream. Sweat poured down his face, tears streamed from his eyes, and his fingers clenched into pale, trembling fists.

“…I… I’ll never… betray Vallains, nghh…”

His reaction seemed to align with Grey’s expectations, and a spark of grim satisfaction flickered in the hero’s eyes as he pressed down harder, his expression turning feral. But Grey failed to notice the combatant’s cock, pinned beneath his foot, throbbing with bulging veins, its leaking tip twitching unnaturally, or the captive’s abs contracting in an ominous rhythm…

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