The Traitor's Fate
Crane spoke while receiving a blowjob. “How about it? Fun, right?”
“It’s fun. The way she crawls on her own is quite a sight.”
“Human instinct is powerful. Once you control that instinct, breaking someone is ridiculously easy. Cutting off sleep, food, and breathing is extremely effective.”
“Now that you mention it, I haven’t tried water torture yet.”
“You haven’t done that fun thing? Hurry up and try it. It’s really entertaining. Though it’s so intense you get bored of it quickly.”
Crane grabbed the woman performing oral on him by the throat. She gagged and choked before her eyes rolled back and she passed out. Crane laughed cruelly.
“What are you going to do with Rend? Will you rule it yourself?”
“It’s a hassle.”
“Managing anything doesn’t suit your free-spirited nature.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“Delegate it to someone else. You could hire a professional administrator.”
“Wouldn’t a professional administrator cost a fortune?”
“Pretty much. If you don’t like that, handing it over to a slave is also a good option.”
“Isabel?”
“She has more than enough ability to manage Rend.”
“It feels like a waste to just give it to her.”
Kang Geon pondered the conditions before a fun idea suddenly came to him.
Isabel returned after washing every inch of her body. The cleaned-up Isabel was incomparably more beautiful than the filthy version from earlier. Her tall, voluptuous figure—the kind that made any man want to fuck her—and her glamorous facial features that radiated presence made Kang Geon’s cock harden with desire.
Kang Geon sat Isabel beside him and kneaded her tits like dough.
“Hungry?”
“I’m starving.”
“What should I give you?”
“I want to eat that.”
Kang Geon took a big bite of the salad Isabel had pointed at and chewed it thoroughly. Once the vegetables were crushed and thoroughly mixed with his saliva, he opened his mouth. Without hesitation, Isabel accepted the filthy food from inside his mouth.
She already drank my piss. What’s a little chewed-up food compared to that?
“Tastes good, right?”
“It tastes good.”
“I’m pleased with what you did today, so I’m going to give you a reward.”
What kind of reward? Was he going to end her fasting?
What Kang Geon said next far exceeded Isabel’s expectations.
“I’ll make you the ruler of Rend.”
“R-really?”
“Of course. If you do exactly what I tell you, I’ll hand over dominion immediately.”
“What do I have to do? Just tell me.”
“Kill Paut.”
“I-is Paut still alive?”
“He’s alive and well, serving as a stress-relief punching bag. So? Will you kill him or not?”
Kang Geon, having given her a choice, waited with anticipation to see what Isabel would decide. Would she kill her loyal subordinate to become the ruler of Rend? Or would she abandon the dominion of Rend for the sake of her loyal subject?
Either choice would be entertaining.
Isabel agonized over it. What would benefit her more? Should she obediently follow the orders of the man who had subjected her to every possible humiliation and shame in the world to become the ruler of Rend? Or should she refuse to kill Paut and preserve the last shred of her pride?
The deliberation didn’t last long.
The man before her was at least an S-class powerhouse. Perhaps even SSS-class. Hadn’t he left the Lake Guardian without so much as a scratch? Ferum was a world where power was everything. If you were strong enough, you could seize anything you wanted while laughing at things like justification or debts of gratitude. After all, the only reason people bothered with such concepts was because they lacked the power to suppress those around them.
As long as I remain a slave who pleases this man, almost no one will dare touch me.
The benefits of having a powerhouse like Kang Geon as her backer were enormous. The loyalty and devotion Paut had shown her were nothing but scraps of paper in comparison. Besides, the dead couldn’t talk.
“I’ll do it! Where is Paut?”
“That’s for you to find out.”
Kang Geon kicked Isabel in the ass. Isabel swallowed the humiliation. What Kang Geon wanted was absolute obedience. In front of him, she would grovel as low as possible to please him.
A mercenary approached and offered a deal. He would tell her where Paut was and give her a dagger if she let him fuck her ass. Isabel accepted the trade, clutched her burning asshole, and headed to the room where Paut was held.
“L-Lady Isabel! Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. You… you’ve been beaten badly.”
Because the mercenaries had used him as a punching bag, his entire body was covered in bruises and his arms and legs were shattered.
“I’m fine! Compared to the humiliation Lady Isabel has endured, this is nothing!”
“Yes. It really was an incredible humiliation.”
“Indeed. By now, your cousin, Count Pascal Vikander, has probably heard the news. If we endure just a little longer, his help will allow us to deliver divine punishment to those who have shamed you, my lady.”
“Paut.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you for everything until now.”
“Lady Isabel…”
Paut had no idea that Isabel had come to kill him. If anyone told him, he would have roared at them not to spread baseless slander. So he was simply moved by the sight of Isabel before him.
Stab.
“Guh! Lady Isabel… Why on earth…?”
“They said if I kill you, they’ll make me the ruler of Rend.”
“W-who…”
“Who else? The ruler of Rend and my master.”
Paut’s eyes widened. The corners of his eyes tore, and bloody tears flowed.
“You’re sacrificing yourself for me until the very end. I’ll remember you especially fondly.”
Though it won’t be for more than a month.
“I-Isabel…! I knew you were a cold-blooded woman… but to betray our bond of trust like this…”
“Paut, if you had done your job properly, we wouldn’t have ended up like this. Right? I wouldn’t have been gang-raped, and you wouldn’t have ended up in this miserable state.”
“What the… hell…! You cursed bitch…! You won’t die a peaceful death…!”
Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab!
Irritated by Paut’s words, Isabel stabbed him repeatedly with the dagger. The light faded from Paut’s eyes.
“Hah. If you were a loyal subordinate, you should have stayed loyal until the end.”
Isabel cut off Paut’s head and carried it with her.
“A round of applause for this vicious bitch who killed her most loyal subordinate to become the ruler of Rend!”
Crane shouted playfully. The mercenaries laughed at Isabel as they clapped.
“Will you grant me dominion over Rend now?”
“Spread your cunt.”
Isabel spread her legs.
Slap!
“Khhuuup…!”
“You are my slave, and what we did wasn’t a deal. It was just a game. A slave should act like a slave—grovel on the ground and gratefully accept whatever her master gives her. Understand?”
“I will keep it in mind.”
Slap!
“Huuuugh…!”
“I said keep it in mind, toilet.”
Kang Geon grabbed Isabel’s head with his cock and pulled her forward. Realizing his intention, Isabel took his cock into her mouth.
Gulp, gulp. Gulp, gulp.
“If even a single drop falls, you’ll be tied up there again.”
Isabel desperately swallowed the urine. She opened her throat as wide as possible to let the filthy liquid flow down. Finally, the urination ended.
“Haaah!”
Isabel, who hadn’t been able to breathe and had to keep the cock in her mouth the entire time, lifted her head and opened her mouth. It was clean.
“Good girl. If you keep doing well, I’ll give you more rewards.”
“Thank you!”
Kang Geon transferred the dominion to her. Now the ruler of Rend, Isabel bowed her head deeply.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
“Lick my feet.”
“Yes!”
Isabel eagerly licked Kang Geon’s feet. If he told her to lick his asshole, she would bury her pretty face between his smelly ass cheeks and suck like a loyal dog.
“How does it feel to have killed Paut—who devoted his loyalty to you—and become the ruler of Rend?”
“I’m happy. Becoming Baron Vikander again was the greatest wish of my life.”
“So you throw away even your loyal subjects like used rags? What a filthy bitch.”
Smack!
Isabel’s snow-white ass trembled. Even though it hurt, she shook her hips seductively and flattered Kang Geon.
“That’s why I like you. If you had said you’d save Paut, I would have made you live as the public toilet for the mercenary group for the rest of your life.”
“I will strive to please you, Master.”
“Stay here for now. Come running immediately whenever I call. Got it?”
“If Master calls, I will run to you right away.”
While stroking Isabel’s head, Kang Geon purchased the Slave Summon skill. It was a skill that could instantly summon a slave to his side from anywhere, as long as they weren’t in a special area that blocked teleportation. Even on Earth, if he got horny while walking down the street, he could summon Isabel to suck his cock.
“The Crane Mercenary Group will be leaving soon, so you should say your goodbyes.”
“How should I do it?”
“Obviously, you should offer your cunt like the toilet you are.”
At Kang Geon’s command, Isabel showed no sign of displeasure at the humiliating order. She secured a bedroom, spread her legs, and waited. The mercenaries lined up as if they had been waiting for this moment, eager to violate the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.
Over the course of two days, Isabel received the semen of a hundred men into her womb. The state of Isabel after a hundred men had passed through her was horrific. It wasn’t just that she had been creampied a hundred times—while doing so, the mercenaries had tormented her without rest. They had jerked off using her hands, hair, breasts, and armpits, and had sprayed their cum all over her skin. Her face was completely covered in dried semen, making it impossible for her to open her eyes.
As a memento of her transformation from a virgin into a whore who had fucked over a hundred men in just a few days, they decided to take a group photo.
“Taking the picture. One, two, three!”
The naked mercenaries grinned. Isabel was positioned in the middle of them, legs spread in an M-shape, dripping cum in a humiliating pose. The most shameful moment of Isabel’s entire life was now permanently captured in a photograph.
The Crane Mercenary Group, every member of which had violated Isabel, left Rend with smiles on their faces.
Having become the ruler of Rend, Isabel began an iron-fisted reign. She implemented policies that would cause rapid development in the region—policies that would normally face strong opposition—but forced them through. Not a single person dared utter a word of complaint. It was all because of Kang Geon, Isabel’s master.
However, it wasn’t without problems. The mercenaries had gone around bragging in taverns about how well they had fucked Isabel, and the nickname “Toilet Baroness” stuck to her. Isabel cut out the tongues and pulled the teeth of those who spoke such words, and cut off the ears of those who heard them before pouring molten lead inside—but the nickname “Toilet Baroness,” earned by taking a hundred loads of cum in two days, refused to disappear.
Having returned to Earth, Kang Geon found the address of the hospital where Han Sang-mi had undergone surgery. It was a plastic surgery clinic that occupied an entire ten-story building. It would be much weaker than the walls of Vikander Castle, so destroying it would be child’s play.
Transformed into his Avatar Body, Kang Geon leaped from rooftop to rooftop until he arrived on the roof of the plastic surgery clinic. Before destroying the building, he sent a text to Han Sang-mi.
A reply came immediately, but he didn’t even look at it. He pulled his right arm back and then thrust it forward.
BOOOOOOM!
The ten-story building collapsed in a single strike. A thick cloud of dust rose into the air, and the cars and people on the road fled in terror. The spot where the plastic surgery clinic had stood was instantly reduced to rubble.
“This should be enough.”
Kang Geon went to the bathroom of a suitable building near his house, released his Avatar Body, changed his clothes, and returned home.
That evening, Kang Geon met with Han Sang-mi.
“Geon! How on earth did you do that? Did you really do it?”
“Of course I did it myself.”
“How? Did you set off a bomb or something?”
“No. There’s a place called Ferum.”
Kang Geon gave her a brief explanation about Ferum.
“There’s a place like that?”
“Yeah. I earned my money there too. The power I used to destroy the hospital—I got that from there as well. Why? You don’t believe me?”
“Honestly, it’s a little hard to believe.”
“Want me to show you a bit?”
Kang Geon grabbed the desk and applied force. The solid steel bent like a sheet of paper.