"Time flies when you're having fun, huh..." Ren murmured to himself.
He stood on the balcony, gazing at the orange sun slowly sinking behind the mountain peaks. The view was truly mesmerizing—a perfect natural painting.
"Mhm~..."
A small, satisfied sigh came from beneath his feet. Glancing down, Ren saw Rita still sprawled on the balcony floor.
Her position was disgraceful—lying face-down with her buttocks raised high, as if still waiting to be used again.
Her once-flawless body was now adorned with marks of their brutality: her buttocks were red from slaps, there were bite marks on her soft breasts, and numerous hickeys decorated her neck and back.
Her expression was blank yet content, like a doll that had been played with until broken.
"Are you satisfied, Rita?" Ren asked, without a trace of sympathy.
"T-Thank you for your gift, King Ren..." Rita replied in a hoarse, trembling voice, yet filled with genuine gratitude.
With effort, she pushed herself into a sitting position, not caring that her completely naked body was exposed on the open balcony.
Rita tried to form her best smile, even though her face was still wet with tears and saliva.
"There is nothing more fulfilling than this..."
"Good. Then get ready. We're going to Japan."
His business in Indonesia was finished; Ren had no intention of staying longer. Just one phone call from him, and a private jet would be ready to take him home.
It would also ease the anxiety of the Indonesian government, who had been nervously worrying that this "humanoid nuclear bomb" might explode at any moment and cause even more destruction.
After all, the reputation of Campiones as troublemakers was common knowledge among the world's ruling elites.
"Wait, King Ren!"
"What?"
"Please put this on me—as the most visible sign of my submission to you."
Under Ren's curious gaze, Rita crawled toward her neatly folded pile of clothes from when she performed dogeza. From her blouse pocket, she pulled out a small, elegant box.
With trembling hands, she opened the box and held it out toward Ren. Inside lay a beautiful platinum belly button ring, simple yet elegant in design.
"What's this?" Ren asked, picking up the box with interest.
"It's a belly piercing." Rita answered, her eyes shining with devotion bordering on fanaticism. "Just like pets or valuable possessions are marked with ownership, a belly piercing can serve as a visible sign that this body belongs to you, Master."
"The concept is similar to an umbilical cord connecting a baby to its mother—but this is a more... permanent and sensual version. An invisible tether linking Owner and Owned, signifying that this part of my body—and ultimately, my entire body and soul—belongs completely to one person: you, my Master."
"Oh, interesting."
Hearing her explanation, Ren's eyes sparkled. A rare smile—one that actually reached his eyes—appeared on his lips.
"Brilliant idea, Rita! This is the first time I've ever heard of something like this! This concept... is somewhat similar to the 'Queen of Spades' tattoo branded by Black men on white women as proof that the woman has been 'conquered' and now belongs to them. A clear, undeniable symbol of ownership."
He turned the box over in his hand, then asked, "By the way, where did you learn about this?"
Faced with Ren's unusual enthusiasm, Rita blushed shyly.
"I-I learned it from an adult novel I read online, Master."
"Ah, I see." Ren nodded, neither surprised nor disgusted. "The internet is indeed a mix of good and bad. Sometimes, it offers ideas that are... inspiring."
"Very well. I approve of your proposal."
"Thank you, King Ren!" Rita exclaimed joyfully, her eyes sparkling with happiness and relief.
She quickly stood up, revealing her flat stomach and delicate navel.
"Please, Master."
"Mm."
Ren didn't hesitate. With a steady hand, he took the piercing from the box. He briefly cleaned it with his own breath—a gesture that made Rita tremble.
*PU-CHI!*
Then, with surprisingly swift and skillful movement, he pierced the needle through Rita's navel.
"Ugh...!"
Rita bit her lower lip hard, suppressing the sharp pain. But in her eyes, satisfaction far outweighed the discomfort.
"You look even sexier now, Rita." Ren commented, admiring his handiwork.
The platinum ring shimmered softly against her pale skin. Somehow, the presence of that small object truly made Rita appear more erotic in the context of absolute ownership.
"Does King Ren wish to do it again?" Rita asked hopefully, seeing interest in Ren's eyes.
"No." Ren firmly refused. "If we do it again, your body will break. You are my property now. And without my permission, you must take good care of yourself. Understand?"
It was an order—a cold command that, paradoxically, made Rita's heart race with joy at being acknowledged as "property."
"Yes, Master! I will take the utmost care of myself!" she promised earnestly.
"Good. I'm glad you understand."
Ren nodded, satisfied. Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the bathroom, leaving Rita alone on the balcony, the new mark of ownership throbbing on her abdomen, a blissful and slightly insane smile glowing on her face.
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19:10. Under the darkening sky, a luxurious Boeing Business Jet private aircraft sped down the runway at West Java's Kertajati International Airport.
In a special viewing area, a group of high-ranking Indonesian government officials—ministers, the president, and military leaders—watched the departure with mixed emotions.
Most of them breathed deep sighs of relief. The "humanoid disaster bringer" had finally left. The threat capable of destroying a city overnight and keeping them awake at night was now departing their sovereign territory.
Thus, they could return to their comfortable lives, resume their "projects." and embezzle public tax money without fear of suddenly dying in a god-tier battle.
Inside the luxurious aircraft cabin, Rita slept soundly.
Her face still showed traces of exhaustion and perhaps a hint of pain, but also a strange sense of satisfaction. Her body, normally unable to endure the physical and mental strain of serving a Campione's desires, had endured.
Meanwhile, Ren sat back in relaxation. He passed the time with a video call to the women in his harem: Itsuki, Masha, Hayasaka, Alya, and Ririka.
Before them, Ren wore the mask of a kind-hearted man, hiding his dark side.
To these women, Ren was a lover, a protector, a strong yet caring man. They did not see the monster who, just hours earlier, had stepped on a girl's head and pierced her body as a mark of ownership.
"..."
The flight from Kertajati Airport to Narita Airport took about seven to eight hours. Ren spent nearly all of it chatting with his women, as if that were the only thing he wanted to do.