Chapter 122: The Otherworld Sword Empress – 1
I the The Milf Hunter, Geum Taeyang, entered the workshop with nothing on while my dick dangling freely.
In the garden, while still naked, I encountered Calissa, who was also nearly naked. For some reason, I felt a strange sense of kinship with her.
"…Is this a new kind of play?"
"No. I was just fighting a nasty enemy who forced me into a nude play with dissolving liquid."
"So they have things like that in the Devil District…"
Without hesitation, I grabbed Calissa's breasts. The micro bikini had been a stroke of genius—her raw flesh filled my palms with an irresistible softness.
"I forgot to mention, wear something proper while I'm gone."
"Suddenly?"
"It's meaningless if you're naked when I can't see you."
"You want to be possessive? I understand, Lord Taeyang."
"Hmm…♥"
I kneaded Calissa's breasts with both hands, continuing until I saw Cecil waiting for me at the entrance of the mansion.
"Ah, Oppa!"
"Where's the Sword Empress?"
"Sword Empress? That pretty one is in the basement!"
The basement… It contained a confinement room meant for punishing slaves. In truth, it was just a playroom designed like a prison, used for punishing Cecil or Peridot and having sex with them under the guise of discipline. I never thought it would be used for its intended purpose.
"Oppa, here are some clothes!"
"Thanks."
I put on the underwear, shorts, and shirt Cecil handed me, then went down to the confinement room. The Sword Empress was lying there, tied up as I had instructed. I kneaded her breasts as I spoke.
"How's she doing?"
"She just passed out from exhaustion. We don't know when she'll wake up."
"And?"
"I checked her belongings. She had a strange healing potion and a specially forged sword—nothing from the Empire."
Everything pointed toward her origin.
"An Otherworlder?"
"Yes. I heard from the senior. There's a high chance she's a Collapser. If that's the case, these temporary restraints won't be enough."
"Any ideas?"
"If the restraints aren't enough, it might be better to force injuries. It would decrease her value as a slave, but…"
"Can't you make a potion?"
"I can make a simple paralyzing potion, but it's unlikely to have the desired effect on a Collapser."
Of course… No matter how beautiful she was, if there was a chance she could wake up and kill us all, the safest choice was to sever her tendons. I had already used the Milf Potion earlier, and it would take time to make another.
"Do we really need to go that far after taking her sword?" Cecil asked.
She seemed to pity the woman. I felt a similar sentiment. Being Otherworlders ourselves, Cecil and I understood the Sword Empress's situation better than anyone. Winning her favor would be the ideal path. But…
Ultimately, my goal was to hand this woman over to Ariella. There was no reason to build a relationship with her.
Should I just take her and make her a loyal accomplice? No… I had a better idea.
"Peridot, let's use the Branding."
"Master, that is…"
"I know it's a dishonest way."
Branding was permanent. The Milf Hunter brand, with its power of predestined development, could forcibly arouse any woman branded with it—whenever and wherever I wanted. The Sword Empress would be no exception.
Forced arousal through branding, inevitable climax… a perfect demonstration of my power.
The Power of Destiny. There was no woman who could resist it. I had never tested it on her, but I decided I would now.
"Oppa, you're doing something bad, aren't you?"
"It's a bad thing. Forcing a slave branding."
"Because of her breasts, you're going that far…"
Cecil looked dejected. She clearly found this kind of shady method hard to accept. I stroked her head gently.
"I will."
"If you're against it, there's no need to force it. We can think of another way."
"The reason why slaves capable of branding are expensive isn't just because there are so few who practice blood magic."
"…What do you mean?"
"Slaves can't disobey their master's orders. If the master wishes, branding can be used even in unauthorized situations."
Unauthorized situations… I had never thought I would use branding to put a leash on a woman I had kidnapped. But somehow, without planning it, I naturally decided to brand this woman.
There was simply no better way to restrain a slave who had high potential yet was difficult to keep under control.
Blood magic was far more sophisticated than ropes or handcuffs. It directly stamped the owner's mark onto the body, making it irreversible.
I had once considered ways to artificially cultivate blood magic, but I had given up on the idea. There were several reasons, but the biggest was to preserve the value of the Milf Hunter brand.
If I branded people left and right with a mark that couldn't be erased except by me, its value would plummet. Even if it was erased later, unless every trace was destroyed, the fact that it had been there would remain forever.
But there were exceptions—when the target was an Otherworlder.
The Sword Empress was just like I had been when I first came to this city—completely unaware of its ways. She had even said she'd rather die than become a slave.
With her noble spirit, it was impossible for her to conform to the structure of this training city. She was the Emperor's enemy, and if left alone, she could bring the city to ruin.
For a woman like her, blood magic was the perfect counter. Branding her while she was defenseless would render her powerless, and that alone would be my victory.
My decision was made.
"There's only one way to restrain this woman without cutting off her limbs."
"I will perform the branding."
Peridot seemed to have resolved herself as well. She took out the branding kit, and I looked down at her as she drew my blood.
"Peridot, please."
"Yes, Master."
"Don't worry. I'll erase it when we achieve our original goal. We need to keep a few useful cards, don't we?"
"I haven't been thinking about anything, Master."
"Ugh…"
The thief was worried about his own feet.
"The things I said earlier were just information Master should know. They have nothing to do with my personal opinion."
"Peridot, you're being forced to use this vile branding because of me… Are you alright with that?"
"Slaves exist to follow their Master no matter what. I am your servant. Please use me as you wish."
"Peridot…"
"If Master wants me to scold you, I can give you a sharp scolding."
"…Just a little taste."
Peridot looked up with her beautiful eyes and said,
"To get a woman this way, Master, you're truly the worst."
"Cough!"
"Are you alright?"
"The taste was too strong… Heal me too."
"I still like you, Master."
Erection. Peridot glanced down at my hardened shaft through my pants, blinking without expression.
"I think you've had enough, so I'll start."
"Please…"
Which side was her true heart on?
I felt sorry for showing her only the image of a pathetic pervert for a Master. Still, without letting her personal feelings interfere, Peridot began the branding swiftly.
I helped undress the Sword Empress. Her body was breathtaking—like the most perfect sculpture crafted by God. It felt as if touching her would bring divine retribution.
How could her skin be so flawless?
"Wow…"
Even Cecil was impressed.
"Is this woman's chest what Oppa wants?"
"No."
"Then is it the chest that will lead Oppa to the chest he wants?"
"That's one way to put it."
"Hmm. Deep!"
Cecil's mind was still lost in thoughts of the world's greatest breasts.
"You can't get what you want with just legitimate methods," I said, watching the Milf Hunter brand being engraved on the Sword Empress's most intimate place. "Let's use everything we can."
"You're becoming a criminal?"
Cecil tilted her head, her pretty amber eyes fixed on me.
"No. There are lines humans should never cross. Let's not take innocent lives."
"Okay!"
A womb tattoo, drawn with my blood, appeared on the Sword Empress's lower abdomen. The branding was complete.
"I'm finished."
"It took about thirty minutes? That's fast."
"I worked as quickly as possible. She could wake up at any moment…"
"Good job."
"Ah, Oppa! She's waking up!"
Perfect timing.
The moment the Sword Empress opened her eyes, she vanished from the operating table and reappeared against the wall, glaring at us.
"This is…"
"Calm down. We just found you collapsed and brought you here."
"I may not know much about this world, but I can see you're a piece of trash overflowing with pig-like lust."
"Kkk…!"
What was this feeling? My heart felt like it would explode. It was as if her words were squeezing my insides directly.
"How dare you spew lies in front of me!"
"Cough…! It's… true."
"Ugh…!"
Cecil collapsed completely, and Peridot also fainted.
"I used my ultimate formation before losing consciousness so no one could find me. Did you break through it?"
"Cough…"
Formation? I hadn't even known such a thing existed. I had simply figured things out with the power of the monologue.
"I… am also an… Otherworlder… Cough…!"
Blood filled my mouth as I coughed. Was this a joke? Words like hers could kill a person.
I had no choice but to activate the branding right now.
"Otherworlder… You mean you're not originally from this city?"
Suddenly, the pain vanished.
"Ye… Yes… Everyone here is."
Peridot wasn't an Otherworlder, but I lied to survive. The crushing pressure on my organs disappeared completely.
The Sword Empress covered her chest and genitals with her arms, shouting angrily.
"Then what is this… You're trying to fuck a woman who's passed out…"
"Please, give me a chance to explain. Lady Sword Empress…"
"…Do you know who I am?"
She finally seemed willing to talk.
"I'll speak with you alone. You two, get out."
"Ugh, okay… Peridot, I'll help you."
"Please…"
After Peridot and Cecil left, I was alone with the naked Sword Empress.
She looked like she needed something to wear, so I pointed to the closet by the wall.
"There are clothes there."
"What is this? This flimsy thread?"
"…"
This room was made for having sex with women, so all the clothes here were provocative. I couldn't say that out loud, so I kept quiet.
The clothes she had been wearing before were out of my reach. If she blamed me for it later, I wouldn't have an excuse. Perfect plan.
"Would you like to move? There are clothes upstairs, but…"
"I'll postpone answering. It's clear you broke my formation somehow, but I can't tell if you're trustworthy."
"At least, being in the same situation as you, I think we can talk."
"You're all wearing clothes I've never seen, and you speak strangely. Yet I understand you as if it's my native tongue. What kind of magic is this?"
"I don't know the details, but this world is a place where many Otherworlders come from different worlds. Magic automatically lets us understand each other."
"If that's true… did you help me?"
"…"
Did I help her? I was tempted to say I saved her life. But no… This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. I couldn't ruin it with sweet talk.
If I claimed to be her savior, how would I explain the slave brand I engraved on her lower abdomen?
"It's true I brought you here and hid you. But I did it because I want something from you."
"Indeed. One who doesn't lie can be trusted. But the situation still makes me suspicious."
"Let's start from the beginning. My name is Geum Taeyang. I work as a trainer in this city."
"Trainer? You're also a vile livestock of this city!"
"Please, calm down. I don't sell slaves."
"…"
It was clear now—this woman had sharp intuition.
Not quite telepathy, but close. She could tell if someone was lying.
It didn't seem perfect, but if I couldn't completely fool her, honesty was safer.
"It's just the way I had to survive, being powerless. This city is like that."
"To survive…"
I worried she'd still call me vile, but she seemed to understand that the weak must struggle to live. A believable motive.
I explained the city to her. How all Otherworlders became slaves. How the economy thrived on capturing and selling them.
I even told her she was a Collapser—an incredibly valuable slave.
"So you were chasing me…"
"What did you do in the Devil District?"
"I don't want to talk. I simply cut down those who weren't worth letting live."
"…"
Cool… It was strange to think that after hearing she killed people. But I could feel she truly believed in the sword.
There was no pretense in her words—only the conviction of someone who had dedicated her life to it. The Sword Empress, wearing lingerie that barely covered her, spoke.
"I… am Gayeon."
"Gayeon?"
"My name. My name is Gayeon."
It was a familiar name. I liked it.
She looked like she wouldn't share anything beyond her name, but I considered it progress.
"Should we move?"
"I'd like some different clothes…"
"Go ahead. I'll follow you."
"Okay…"
I admired Gayeon's figure from behind.
She had no idea how badly I wanted to bury my face in her ass right now.