The journey to Busan was long and exhausting. Mark crossed destroyed continents, Talon-controlled conflict zones, and regions devastated by the Omnic war. He hitched rides on rusty trucks, walked for entire days under scorching sun, and slept in improvised shelters. Throughout the entire trip, the goal burned in his mind like an obsession: Impregnate them all. D.Va is next. My purpose cannot stop.
When he finally reached the outskirts of Busan, the South Korean city still stood as a beacon of technology and entertainment amid the global chaos. Bright neon towers contrasted with military barricades and surveillance drones. The air smelled of sea salt, street food, and the ozone of energy weapons.
Mark found D.Va in the middle of an extremely dangerous mission.
Hana Song — the famous pro gamer and MEKA pilot — was alone, defending an outpost on the city's periphery against a surprise Talon incursion. Her iconic pink mech was severely damaged, one arm torn off and the power system failing. She was fighting in pilot mode, using only an energy pistol and her legendary agility, but she was surrounded by Talon agents and assault drones.
"This isn't how it ends, you idiots!" she shouted, her young and determined voice echoing through the comms. "D.Va never backs down!"
Mark acted without hesitation. Using the technical knowledge he had gained during his months with Ashe and Venture, he hacked an abandoned enemy drone and redirected it against its own allies. Then he ran to D.Va's damaged mech and restarted the power core with an improvised bypass he created on the spot.
The mech roared back to life. D.Va destroyed the remaining enemies in seconds, her cannons spinning with deadly precision.
When the dust settled, she opened the cockpit and jumped out, her tight pink suit highlighting her young, athletic, and absurdly curvaceous body: firm, perky breasts, a slim waist, and a round ass that her tiny shorts barely contained. Her brown hair with pink streaks swayed as she ran toward him.
"Wow! You saved my ass!" she exclaimed, her big eyes sparkling with admiration and relief. "I'm D.Va! Or Hana, if you prefer. Who are you, mysterious hero? I've never seen anyone hack a Talon drone that fast!"
Mark smiled, still catching his breath.
"My name is Mark. I… travel a lot. I saw you were in trouble and couldn't just stand by."
Hana laughed, a light and energetic sound that contrasted with the battlefield around them.
"Well, Mark, you just earned yourself a fan. Come on, let's get out of here before more of them show up. I owe you one."
The next two months were a slow and natural buildup.
Hana took him to her secret base in the city — a luxurious high-tech apartment at the top of a building, filled with gaming screens, e-sports trophies, and posters of herself. They spent days talking. Hana talked nonstop about her life as a gaming idol, the pressure of being Busan's defender, the loneliness of constantly living under the spotlight and the world's expectations.
"You know, sometimes I just want to be a normal girl," she confessed one night, sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, wearing only an oversized hoodie. "Everyone sees D.Va, the invincible star. But Hana… Hana gets tired of smiling all the time."
Mark listened with genuine attention. He shared pieces of his own past — the bullying, the loneliness, the feeling of being invisible — without revealing the full truth about his mission. Their friendship grew naturally. They played games together, ate Korean street food, watched old movies, and laughed at each other's absurd stories.
Hana was extroverted, competitive, and full of energy. Mark admired that. Little by little, the flirting began — longer glances, "accidental" touches, double-entendre jokes.
"You're pretty hot for a mysterious traveler, you know?" she teased, poking his arm. "If I wasn't so busy saving the world, I would've already invited you to play something more… adult."
Mark waited for the right moment. He didn't want to force it. He wanted it to happen naturally, but always with his goal in mind.
After exactly two months, the tension finally exploded.
They had just returned from a joint mission — Mark had helped Hana neutralize a Talon cell trying to sabotage Busan's defense system. The two of them were sweaty, adrenaline-fueled, and alone in her apartment. Hana stripped out of her MEKA suit, left only in her tiny shorts and a tight top that barely contained her breasts.
"You were amazing today, Mark," she said, slowly approaching him, her eyes shining with something wild. "I've never met anyone who could keep up with me so well. I want to thank you properly."
The kiss was explosive. Hana was fierce, aggressive, almost animalistic. She bit his lip, slid her hands under his shirt, and pushed him against the wall.
"I'm wild, you know?" she whispered against his mouth, her voice hoarse with desire. "I don't like it slow. I like to fuck like it's a ranked match: fast, intense, and merciless."
Mark matched her intensity. He lifted her up, carried her to the huge bed in her room surrounded by holographic screens still displaying game stats.
Sex with D.Va was, by far, the wildest he had experienced so far.
Hana rode him like she was piloting her mech in battle — hips slamming with brutal force, nails digging into his chest, moaning loud and dirty:
"Yes! Fuck me harder! I'm D.Va, damn it! I can take everything! Deeper!"
Mark flipped her onto all fours, pounding her with violent thrusts, spanking her round, perky ass hard while pulling her pink-streaked hair.
"Take it all, Hana. I'm going to fill you until you overflow."
She came screaming, her body shaking, but she never asked him to stop. On the contrary — she begged for more.
"Don't stop! Use me like your little gamer slut! I want to cum again! Fill me up, Mark! Fill me right now!"
They fucked for hours straight. Hana was tireless: she deepthroated his cock, drooling, looking up with challenging eyes; she asked for anal without hesitation, arching her ass and moaning "Rip my little asshole open, come on! I can take it!"; she rode him reverse cowgirl while screaming commands like she was in a match:
"Faster! Harder! I'm the best! Make me cum again!"
Mark came inside her countless times — always in her pussy, gripping her hips tightly to make sure his cum went as deep as possible. Hana laughed between moans, squeezing him with her tight, wet pussy.
"Are you trying to get me pregnant or what?" she teased breathlessly after the third creampie. "Because if you are… keep going. I like the idea of carrying something of yours while I destroy Talon."
At the end of the night, the two of them were exhausted, sweaty, and tangled in the messy bed. Hana traced lazy circles on his chest, still breathing heavily.
"Damn… you're the first guy who can actually keep up with my pace. I'm fucking wild, huh? But you… you fucked me like you wanted to mark me forever."
Mark stared at the ceiling, his goal pulsing in his mind. He kissed her forehead, but his voice came out low and determined:
"I want more than that, Hana. I want to fill you every day. I want you to get pregnant."
Hana raised an eyebrow, but smiled with that competitive, naughty expression.
"Then come on. Round two. I'm not done with you yet."
Mark smiled back, but inside he knew: the mission continued. D.Va was just one more on the list.
End of Chapter 9: D.Va