Invitation to Ferum (2)
Name: Kang Geon
Title: Avatar of Domination and Power
“What the hell is a title?”
“It’s another name Ferum grants to the invited. The better the title, the easier it is to climb the ranks here.”
“Yeah? Avatar of Domination and Power—does that count as good?”
“Gasp! It’s insanely good!”
The proprietor rattled off a lengthy explanation while his mind raced to make sense of the situation. No invited had ever received such a title from the start. In fact, no invited had ever borne a title so overwhelmingly oppressive.
An avatar! A title that hasn’t appeared even once in thousands of years.
If it existed in the present, the proprietor surely would have caught wind of the rumor. He’s toying with me!
That was the conclusion he reached. Kang Geon was far too powerful to be a novice invited. The title of Avatar had never existed in the past or present. Therefore, the claim that Kang Geon was both a novice invited and bearer of the Avatar title had to be a lie. It was a far more rational assumption than the alternative.
The proprietor decided to play along. It wasn’t uncommon for high-ranking invited to pretend to be novices just to toy with the locals. That would explain everything. The sudden transformation of stupid Johnny into a smart, powerful invited wasn’t a miracle—it was an invited pretending to be stupid Johnny for this very occasion. The fact that he hadn’t been affected by the sleeping drug was simply the caution born of long experience.
If he treated the man well, like any other invited, and slipped him some money, he would leave. Simple.
“It is an honor to meet you like this! The title of Avatar is magnificent—one no one else has ever possessed. Soon your name will echo across every region of Ferum!”
“Then pour me a proper drink.”
“Of course! What are you two doing? Serve him properly, now!”
The proprietor slapped one of the slaves on the ass. The two women let out coquettish laughs and sat beside Kang Geon, pouring his drink with practiced grace.
His sharpened senses reported no danger this time. Kang Geon casually draped an arm around one slave’s shoulders and groped her breast. It was roughly a B-cup, but his massive hand made it feel smaller than it was.
The slave whose breast he held fed him liquor and snacks. The other slave flashed him a sultry smile, slipped under the table, and knelt between his legs.
“They’re not exactly stunning beauties, but their sucking technique is first-rate.”
They were indeed plain-looking, though heavy makeup hid the worst of it. The slave pulled down Kang Geon’s pants. He lifted his hips, letting his cock spring free.
Jiggle.
“Oh my!”
It was as thick as a forearm, with balls the size of fists.
“I’ve never seen one this big before.”
“How does it compare to your master’s?”
“Why would you ask something like that?”
The slave stroked the thick shaft with her hand and took him into her mouth. Even just the glans stretched her lips to their limit. Surprised by the sheer size, she began to suck in earnest—rolling her tongue, hollowing her cheeks as she slurped noisily. She even pushed the tip of her tongue into his urethra to stimulate him, swallowing every drop of precum like it was a rare delicacy.
Soon his cock glistened with thick saliva. The slave’s own pussy overflowed with arousal. It had been so long since she’d seen a cock this young and vigorous. Her master’s pathetic, limp dick had forced her to fake satisfaction for years.
She climbed onto Kang Geon’s thigh. The thick, corded muscle radiated raw power at a glance. Anticipation flickered across her face as she lowered herself. The massive glans pressed against her folds. The scorching heat and stone-like hardness made her even wetter.
She sank down. Her narrow pussy spread obscenely wide to accept the monstrous cock.
“Haaauuuk!”
Her insides were completely stuffed. The overwhelming fullness made her shiver with delight. A cock of this inhuman size should have brought agony before pleasure, especially when taken in a single thrust. Yet the slave twisted her pretty face into a vulgar expression of ecstasy.
This was the unconscious effect of Kang Geon’s Authority of Domination. The SSS-class skill amplified others’ senses and emotions. During sex, it heightened pleasure and drove partners into a frenzy. In battle, it intensified fear and terror to crippling levels.
The slave had become a beast in heat, wildly rolling her hips. Every time the veiny, ridged shaft scraped her sensitive walls, she moaned like a whore. Her first orgasm came in seconds. Before Kang Geon had even climaxed, she went limp from the lightning bolt of pleasure and collapsed against his chest.
Watching the broken slave, Kang Geon felt his primal male dominance surge with satisfaction. As she went completely slack, he gripped her waist and thrust upward several times with brutal force.
“Kyaaang! Ahung! Haung!”
Each kiss of his glans against her cervix drew out another lewd, nasal cry. With one final powerful thrust, Kang Geon flooded her womb. Thick, hot ropes of semen hammered her depths with wet, heavy sounds.
“I can feel your cum!”
His load was scalding and absurdly voluminous. Even a slave who had serviced countless men had never witnessed an ejaculation like this. Sticky white seed overflowed from the tight seal where her pussy gripped his cock, running down in thick rivulets.
Still burning with arousal, Kang Geon swept the dishes off the table with one arm and laid the slave on it. His towering height positioned her hips at the perfect angle for deep penetration.
“More! Please fuck me more!” the slave begged, voice dripping with need.
The pleasure that surged through her every time his cock scraped her insides was more addictive than any drug.
“I’ll wreck you properly, then.”
Even after one orgasm, Kang Geon’s cock remained rock-hard. His stamina had grown as monstrous as his strength. He began pounding her with savage intensity. The slave screamed in ecstasy, her cries echoing like wails of agony. Wet, obscene slapping sounds filled the room.
Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter.
The table shook violently, threatening to collapse.
The proprietor’s face twisted as he watched the brutal fucking. The slave he had thought he’d thoroughly trained with his own cock was now sprawled beneath a stranger, wearing an expression of heavenly bliss he had never once seen on her face. Jealousy consumed him.
Kang Geon noticed the man’s darkening mood and deliberately violated the slave in every position imaginable. He forced her onto all fours like a bitch in heat, spanking her ass red while he railed her. He laid her on her side and squeezed her breasts viciously as he drove into her. The more the proprietor’s expression hardened, the more pleasure Kang Geon derived from the act.
After pumping two more loads into her pussy, he finally pulled out.
Pop.
Her cunt was a ruined, gaping mess of semen and girl-cum. The slave—who had climaxed more than ten times during the relentless fucking—lay unconscious with an expression of pure heavenly satisfaction on her face.
The other slave watched with naked envy, fingers unconsciously playing with her own dripping slit.
“A-amazing, sir! Such a rare size combined with unbelievable stamina! You truly are like a god of sex!”
The proprietor quickly smoothed his expression and spoke.
“Not bad. That slave pussy was decent.”
Kang Geon gave the unconscious woman’s breast a few casual pats. She wasn’t a stunning beauty, but her face and cunt had been good enough for a quick ride.
“Haha, yes, of course! I trained her quite thoroughly myself.”
Kang Geon chuckled as he shoved his middle finger into the slave’s sloppy pussy. A thick gush of cum poured out of the vulgar hole. The other slave stared with heated eyes, clearly hoping to be chosen next. But her inferior looks gave Kang Geon no desire to touch her. The rejected slave could only lick her lips while staring hungrily at his massive cock.
The proprietor felt as though something that belonged to him had been stolen. Consumed by jealousy, he spoke.
“There is a place I would like to recommend to you, sir. Strong opponents, incredible stamina, and it will suit your tastes perfectly.”
“The way you’re talking makes me curious. What is it?”
“There is an arena in the neighboring region. It’s much larger than this one, so the fighters are significantly stronger.”
“That’s it?”
“Of course not! That arena hosts special matches. The Sex Arena, to be precise.”
“Explain.”
“Doesn’t the name alone paint the picture? Unlike normal arenas where blood and violence take center stage, the Sex Arena focuses on sex—just as the name suggests. More accurately, it’s sex accompanied by violence.”
“If I fight there, I get to battle women?”
“Exactly.”
“What if they’re ugly?”
“Ugly ones aren’t allowed to appear. The arena master personally selects only the decent-looking bitches.”
“What happens if a man loses? Does the woman get to rape him?”
“She may rape him, subject him to horrible torture, castrate him, cripple him, or even kill him. In the Sex Arena, the loser becomes an object for the winner to do with as they please.”
“That sounds perfect.”
It genuinely appealed to Kang Geon.
“Hehehe. I’m glad it pleases you. I’ll write you a letter of recommendation.”
The proprietor had pen and paper brought over, wrote the letter, stamped his seal, and carefully sealed it. Satisfied, Kang Geon raised his glass, and the party began in earnest.
Traveling to the neighboring region was simple thanks to the proprietor’s explanation.
There were two ways to move between regions: walking the distance yourself, or using the teleportation network that linked the capitals of each territory. Developed commercial regions could jump to faraway places in an instant, but Micro could only connect to its immediate neighbor.
Kang Geon naturally chose teleportation. He had money from the proprietor, and invited ones were treated as free citizens with unrestricted movement rights, so there were no limitations on using the network.
Micro’s teleportation facility sat right beside the castle of Baron Hammer, the region’s ruler. The baron’s soldiers guarded the entrance and inspected everyone who entered.
“Status.”
Kang Geon handed over his Status. The soldier glanced at it briefly before returning it.
“An invited, I see. The fee is 100,000 Laria.”
The proprietor had told him 100,000 Laria was the average rate. Rulers who despised the invited sometimes charged locals a hundred times more. Other regions charged less.
Inside, he saw massive gates with people constantly coming and going. Each gate led to a different region.
“Aipo, right.”
Aipo was the most developed area in the vicinity. Many traveled there, but few ever returned. Kang Geon stepped through the gate clearly labeled Aipo.
As he walked, the world seemed to flip upside down for a moment before the sensation vanished. Immediately afterward, he noticed the air had changed. He had successfully crossed into Aipo.
Walking farther, he reached another large teleportation hub similar to Micro’s, only much bigger and far busier. After another inspection by soldiers, Kang Geon stepped outside.
“This place is completely different.”
Micro had an ancient, medieval atmosphere—unpaved roads, wooden and brick buildings. Aipo, however, had stone-paved streets and cement structures that gave it a distinctly modern feel.
Following the proprietor’s directions, Kang Geon took the main road that appeared right outside the teleportation facility. It led straight to the entertainment district where the Sex Arena was located.
You’ll find it immediately once you get there. Hehehe.
Just as the man had said, the arena was impossible to miss. Among the glittering buildings stood a large, crude structure plastered with posters of women in bikini armor and muscular men. There was no way to overlook it.
“Welcome. Are you here to register as a fighter?”
An arena employee asked. Kang Geon’s new body was perfect for the Sex Arena. Arms as thick as a grown man’s thighs and a torso like a tree trunk—seeing a sexy woman pinned and panting beneath such a massive male was exactly the kind of scene the arena loved to showcase.
“Yeah. Here’s the recommendation letter.”
Kang Geon handed it over. The employee accepted it respectfully, asked him to wait, and disappeared inside. It wasn’t long before the man returned.