The Baron’s Humiliation
Isabel knelt before Kang Geon and delivered her report. “Baron Vicander’s army numbers around one thousand. There is one S-class, five to ten A-class, roughly one to two hundred B-class, and the rest are C-class or below.”
“I thought an army would mean at least ten thousand. Only a thousand?”
“If they conscripted every able-bodied man without a title, they could field seven or eight thousand. But inflating numbers like that is meaningless, and since this is an expedition, it seems they’ve only brought those with titles.”
“How many troops do you have?”
“Fewer than two hundred if limited to title holders.”
“If you scrape up every last person?”
“If we hand spears even to children and the elderly, we could reach a hundred thousand. But we couldn’t sustain it for long.”
“I was expecting something grand since you called it a war, but this is pathetic.”
Kang Geon had imagined a massive clash of armies numbering in the tens of thousands.
“Then how large a force can the kingdom mobilize?”
“The kingdom’s minimum requirement is dominion over thirty territories. At that scale, they can field up to fifteen thousand title holders at most.”
“So large-scale battles only happen once you reach the kingdom level?”
“Yes, Master.”
“If Crane’s mercenary company and your forces fought right now, who would win?”
“……Crane’s mercenary company.”
“Even after becoming a baron, you’re still trash. Your pussy must be just as worthless.”
Kang Geon casually kicked Isabel’s head with his foot. Isabel trembled with humiliation.
“What if Crane’s company fought Baron Vicander?”
“It would likely end in a draw.”
Crane’s claim that his company only worked for nobles was no empty boast.
“Then we can just hire Crane’s company.”
“I… I don’t have the funds to hire Crane’s mercenary company.”
“Where the hell did you spend it all?”
“Most of it went into regional repairs and infrastructure construction.”
“Then how exactly were you planning to fight Baron Vicander? Don’t tell me you just sat there trusting only in me without any preparations?”
“Baron Vicander only revealed his intent to attack after I had already used the funds.”
“You stupid bitch. You should’ve anticipated something like that and kept reserves.”
Thud. Thud.
Kang Geon kicked Isabel in the head. Since protecting Lend required Kang Geon’s help, Isabel endured the blows without resisting, careful not to offend him.
“I’m sorry!”
“You want me to wipe out Baron Vicander’s army for you? Huh?”
“Y-yes. If you occupy Baron Vicander’s territories, I can offer you 150 billion laria.”
“That’s only natural since you’re my slave. Now, what should I demand this time?”
“I will obey any command you give.”
With no other options, Isabel had no choice but to submit. The emotions built up from the humiliation she suffered now would later be taken out on her subordinates. That was why rumors had recently spread that the Toilet Baroness had a truly rotten personality. Still, there were no signs of rebellion. Everyone knew a powerful being named Kang Geon stood behind her.
Isabel had deliberately left the castle walls Kang Geon had destroyed unrepaired, intending to imprint his power upon the people of the territory.
“Wait here.”
Kang Geon returned to Earth and brought back a meteor magic pen—one that was nearly impossible to erase with just water. He tilted Isabel’s head back and pressed the pen firmly against her beautiful forehead, writing in clear letters: I am a toilet. Please fuck me.
“Walk around like this for a week.”
“Yes, Master.”
The authoritative Isabel hated showing such a disgraceful appearance to her subordinates.
“If anyone asks what it means, explain it to them kindly. You know what will happen if you don’t, right?”
“Yes, Master.”
Kang Geon, who had been staring at Isabel’s fantastic hips the entire time, felt his lust surge. He immediately lifted her up and thrust his cock inside her.
“Hup—!”
Her body, forcibly impregnated by Kang Geon, flailed like a fish impaled on a spear. Kang Geon filled each of Isabel’s three holes with his cum once. Then he dropped her to the floor and stomped on her cum-stained pussy with his foot. Deep furrows formed between her elegant brows.
Isabel was an excellent toy—her reactions made tormenting her incredibly enjoyable.
“Suck it clean.”
Isabel thoroughly cleaned his filthy cock, smeared with spit, love juices, and semen, while Kang Geon shoved his fingers into her pussy. When three fingers entered, her cunt felt stretched tight. Kang Geon didn’t stop there—he forced in a fourth.
“Ah, it hurts……”
“You’re going to call this painful? I’m putting my whole fist in today.”
“What? Then my pussy will loosen too much and sex won’t feel good anymore.”
It was a desperate excuse from Isabel, who absolutely did not want to be fisted.
“Shut the fuck up and spread that cunt wide.”
Even if fisting loosened her pussy, he could simply use laria to adjust its tightness and elasticity, or enlarge his cock to increase the pressure. Even if Isabel’s pussy stretched wide enough to fit an entire city, only she would suffer. It meant nothing to Kang Geon.
“……Understood.”
Kang Geon shoved four fingers into her pussy and applied force.
“Nngh…….”
Isabel struggled desperately to accept his hand. If the fisting failed, something even more horrible would surely follow.
“If I stretch you out in advance, childbirth will be easier.”
At Kang Geon’s absurd remark, Isabel shook her head frantically. Her golden hair swayed seductively from side to side.
Crack!
Something snapped, and his fist slid inside. It was possible only because her pussy had already been widened by Kang Geon’s massive cock repeatedly plunging in and out.
“Khhk!”
Isabel’s waist bent like a shrimp. Her breasts quivered with pain. Her large eyes blinked slowly. Kang Geon twisted his fist sideways. Her pussy stretched in a new direction, delivering unbearable agony.
“Hiiiiaaak!”
Isabel screamed. Her legs shook pitifully.
“My fist is all the way in. Now childbirth won’t be a problem. Aren’t you grateful?”
“Yes…… Th-thank you……”
Isabel had no choice but to thank the clearly mocking Kang Geon.
“Which finger do you think it is?”
Kang Geon extended one finger and poked her cervix repeatedly.
“I-it’s your index finger……!”
“Wrong.”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Kang Geon mercilessly punched her womb with his fist. Isabel’s pussy was stretched beyond its limits, her cervix directly battered by a man’s fist. The overwhelming shock made her burst into tears. She wanted to sob openly, but since Kang Geon would never allow it, she could only choke back her cries.
When a stunning beauty like Isabel shed thick tears, an ordinary man would feel pity and embrace her. But what Kang Geon felt was pure ecstasy and pleasure.
“Which finger? If you get it wrong this time, it’s four strikes.”
“M-middle finger!”
“Wrong again!”
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Isabel begged him to stop, but Kang Geon found it amusing and refused to quit until she guessed correctly. Crunch. When Kang Geon finally pulled out his fist, Isabel heard something break again. She couldn’t tell whether the sound came from her body or her mind.
Kang Geon forced Isabel into a plow position and thrust his cock inside her. The pussy that had just taken his fist was noticeably loose.
“I can’t feel anything.”
Kang Geon enlarged his cock until the tightness returned and began pounding her mercilessly. Isabel’s tear-streaked body shook helplessly with each brutal thrust. After cumming inside her pussy, Kang Geon started fisting her again. He enjoyed the way her belly bulged and her entire body convulsed with every movement of his fist.
Isabel felt her body gradually growing accustomed to the fisting. She hated the change, but the Authority of Domination was steadily taming her.
“Haauk!”
Kang Geon’s fist roughly scraped deep inside her. Isabel’s internal muscles twitched and strained to accommodate his hand. An intense wave of pleasure slammed into her.
No……!
Feeling pleasure from unprepared fisting felt like stepping far beyond ordinary limits. Isabel clenched her teeth and endured. But the dangerous, violent ecstasy that bloomed as her body broke down did not stop. If this continued, her mind would be remade to crave masochism.
The terror of her ego being crushed exploded within her. She wanted to escape, but Kang Geon was a tyrant who ignored all pleas. The violent sexual torture rewired Isabel’s brain structure, and slowly, she began to drown in the sticky pleasure of masochism.
At that same moment, Baron Vicander was raising a toast, convinced that Lend was already as good as his.
“Hahaha! There’s plenty of alcohol, so drink to your heart’s content!”
“I won’t hold back.”
Baron Vicander poured a drink for a man with a sharp, angular face and an unpleasant expression. He was Jatan, the S-class mercenary the baron had hired to deal with Kang Geon.
“The S-class inviter that Isabel supposedly has won’t be a problem, right?”
“As long as you pay me properly, there won’t be any issues.”
Baron Vicander, unaware of the true situation, had assumed Kang Geon was S-class. SS-class individuals were extremely rare, so it was logical to think one wouldn’t be at Isabel’s side.
“I heard a rumor that he destroyed Vicander’s castle wall in a single blow. Is that true?”
“Then my victory is even more certain. Displaying that much power means the backlash must be equally severe.”
“I know. It’s probably something he can only use once a day, or it requires a long preparation time.”
“Exactly. With my abilities, there’s no chance I’ll get hit.”
Jatan’s skills were illusionary clones and instantaneous acceleration. With two S-class skills—deception and high mobility—he had permanently silenced many who boasted with just a single S-class skill.
“That’s why I hired you. I’ll pay you exactly as stated in the contract, so make sure you handle that bastard properly.”
“Understood.”
While drinking, Baron Vicander received a call from his wife. With enough laria, real-time communication via Status was possible even across long distances.
“Darling!”
The image of Baron Vicander’s wife, Yeriche, appeared on his Status. She was the epitome of a noblewoman—voluptuous breasts and a beautiful face radiating elegance.
“Uncomfortable? Not at all. It’s bearable. How’s Ruby?”
“She’s right here.”
“Father!”
A girl who resembled Yeriche but was much younger appeared on the screen. It was Baron Vicander’s daughter, Ruby. The outstanding beauty of the baron’s wife and daughter was so famous that no one in his territory didn’t know of it.
“When will we meet Sister Isabel?”
“In a week.”
“What will you do with Sister Isabel after you conquer Lend?”
“I’ll probably marry her off to some distant territory.”
“Instead of that, can’t you give her to me as my maid? I’ve always hated how arrogant that woman acts.”
“Was Isabel rude to you as well?”
“Yes! I really hate her. She acts like she’s the only special one.”
“I see. Understood. Once I conquer Lend and return, I’ll give her to you as a present.”
“Wow! Thank you, Father!”
Ruby blew several hand kisses.
“Behave yourself and don’t cause any trouble until I bring Isabel back.”
“Yes! I won’t go anywhere and will focus only on training!”
“Good. Getting stronger is what matters. That’s all for now.”
“Yes, Father!”
Baron Vicander, who threw parties every single day and kept in touch with his family, arrived at Lend—Isabel’s territory—exactly seven days later.
“There it is.”
The castle wall Kang Geon had destroyed still stood in ruins. Baron Vicander positioned his army there and sent a messenger. A short while later, Isabel and Kang Geon appeared.