Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 125: Velra’s Pleasure Protocol

Velra tossed the soaked cloth aside, her fingers still gloved.

"They cracked faster than I expected," she said flatly.

"Fighters trained to take pain—sure. They could grit through bruises and bone fractures without blinking."

She turned her gaze to the corner, where the last captive still slumped against the chain-wrapped pole.

"But not pleasure. The moment I shifted tactics."

"Stroking the parts they were never trained to resist."

"They melted under the first wave of sensation."

Zain leaned back against the pillar, arms crossed.

His eyes never left her face.

"You always had a better touch with people," he said with a smirk.

"So—did they say where Valcair is?"

Velra exhaled through her nose.

"They didn’t know the exact location."

"But they knew about a secondary convergence site. Another training vault."

She stepped toward the dim light, her coat brushing against the cracked floor.

"It’s called the Burial Room. BC-5."

"Deep below the train station ruins—hidden under collapsed tunnels and steel runoff gates."

Zain’s smirk faded, replaced by a sharp glint in his eye.

"So we’re close."

"They mentioned someone else too," Velra added.

"A new warden. Not a slave. Not branded. Just... loyal."

Zain stood up straight, the weight in his stance shifting.

"That our next stop, then?"

Velra nodded.

"They all said the same thing. Different voices. Same answers. Then silence."

Zain glanced past her, toward the bodies slumped in silence—limbs limp, collars dim.

"Did they all end the same way?"

Velra gave a slow nod.

"Yeah. The moment their seals triggered... it was over."

She paused, voice sharper.

"They spoke. Names. Locations. Just enough to be useful. Then the marks burned through them."

Zain’s jaw tensed.

"Damn shame."

He turned back toward the stairs, voice colder.

"Would’ve been nice to leave one alive—just to watch what we do next."

---

Valcair stood motionless in his room, his one fogged eye twitching.

Four of his slaves.

Dead. Broken.

Spilled for information.

He inhaled slowly, his scorched lungs wheezing slightly.

Then came the growl.

"...Four. Four of them."

He turned, slamming his metal hand against the table.

"Four branded. Dead. And they all talked."

Sparks hissed from a seal nearby as his anger disrupted the control matrix.

Valcair staggered once, then caught himself, gritting his rotted teeth.

"This shouldn’t have happened. Not to my work."

He paced the room, limping.

His left leg was dragging slightly behind the mechanized brace.

"The Velvet Demon... she’s the one."

His tone dropped into a low hiss.

"She must’ve done it. She’s carving through my seal-children like parchment. But how?"

He leaned against the wall, eyes narrowed with trembling hate.

"She doesn’t even know who I am. She’s just... killing."

He gritted his teeth.

"No more capture. No more testing. This one dies. I don’t care what the others think. She—dies."

He spun around and grabbed a nearby rusted dial built into the wall.

The moment his fingers turned it, a flare of light pulsed down a wire leading underground—deep into BC-5.

The screen on the wall flickered. A red-tinged visual appeared.

A face emerged—smirking, half-lit by flame and shadow.

Meyra Dross.

She leaned lazily against a charred steel railing, eyes like coals watching the feed.

"Master," she said smoothly, "I take it the rumors were true?"

Valcair didn’t waste words.

"She’s coming."

Meyra’s smile didn’t fade.

"The Velvet Demon, huh?"

She flexed her fingers, one gloved, the other burned raw.

"I’ve heard whispers. Pink lights. Fast legs. Arrogance."

Valcair barked, "I don’t need your commentary."

She straightened, gaze sharpening.

"I need her dead, Meyra. I don’t need her name. I don’t need her face."

"I don’t care if she used to be one of us. I need a corpse."

Meyra tilted her head, the molten orange of her hair catching sparks behind her.

"Not even a souvenir?" she teased.

Valcair’s voice dropped into a rasp.

"If you take your time again—like with the last intruder."

"I’ll rip the chains out of your spine and burn them into someone more efficient."

Silence.

Then a smirk.

"Understood."

She glanced offscreen, as if addressing someone else.

"Double the heat valves. No cooldowns."

"Anyone who enters the Burial Room is cooked or crushed."

She returned her gaze to the screen.

"And if it’s her... I’ll test how long those pretty legs last once they’re melting on iron plates."

Valcair’s eyes twitched again.

"I don’t want tests. I want her annihilated."

Meyra gave a mock salute.

"Then I’ll make her vanish."

The feed cut.

Valcair stood in silence, the static fading from the wall.

His mechanical fingers clenched slowly into a fist.

"They think she’s a demon."

He stared at the hanging corpse again.

"But I built monsters long before she crawled out of fire."

He limped back to his desk, slowly sitting with a grunt.

And whispered,

"Come, Velvet Demon. Let’s see what hell you bring to my doorstep."

---

The ruins of the old BC-5 train station loomed before them.

It looked like a collapsed maintenance tunnel at first glance.

But they both knew better.

Velra’s eyes narrowed. "This is it."

Zain stepped up beside her, hands in his pockets as he studied the gate.

"It’s not marked," he muttered.

"Deliberate. They don’t want anyone guessing what’s down here."

Velra smirked. "Typical villain style. Hide the nightmare in plain sight."

Zain turned to her.

"This time, you go in alone."

Velra raised an eyebrow, then gave a slow nod.

"Understood. You want to see how far I’ve come."

"No," Zain said.

"I want to see how far you’ll go without me watching."

Velra chuckled softly.

"Don’t worry, Master. I won’t disappoint you."

"I’ll bring something back—names, files, bodies, whatever you want."

Zain reached out and touched her forehead.

"Before that..." he whispered.

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[Hack Initiation: Ability Acquisition]

[Target: Velra Vantess]

[Ability Acquired: Trace Imprint (Mid Tier)]

[Effect 1: Allows the user to create glowing air traces with each movement]

[Effect 2: Traces can trigger imagined effects—fire, poison, shock, emotions, and more—regardless of element affinity]

[Effect 3: Effects activate on contact or after a short delay]

[Effect 4: Can be applied to limbs, weapons, or paths to control space and flow of combat]

[Effect 5: Enables layered trap zones and delayed strikes through pure motion]

[Weaknesses: Effects consume focus and stamina per imprint, vulnerable if overused or misjudged]

[Total Cost: 10,000 Hack Points]

[Status: Executing...]

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Velra blinked as a pulse of energy surged through her limbs.

She didn’t need to ask what changed.

She could feel it. Her steps already shimmered with faint trails.

She grinned. "You really spoil me."

Zain gave a rare half-smile. "Don’t die."

Velra turned, her voice low and sharp.

"Never. Not until I drag your enemies back in chains."

And with that, she stepped toward the hidden gate—alone.