Though I May Fall, My Sword Shall Not (1)
Isabel’s territory developed at a rapid pace. Though offering Kang Geon one hundred and fifty billion Laria had left her reeling, she was inherently gifted and recovered in no time. It was no mere luck that Isabel—cast out penniless—had managed to recruit an army and earn the funds to hire the Crane Mercenary Group in such a short span. Drawing on that experience and the foundation of four territories, her businesses quickly recouped the investment and surged past the break-even point.
Isabel funneled part of the profits back into her ventures and part into regional development. The two were not always cleanly divided. Many projects served as both business and civic improvement at once; the most prominent example was the arena. Raw, violent spectacle was Ferum’s favorite entertainment, and wherever crowds gathered, money flowed like water. Isabel had eyed that current and expanded the existing arena in Eben. She razed the surrounding buildings, renovated the stands, and doubled the capacity from ten thousand to twenty thousand seats.
“What a waste. What an idiot.”
Isabel cursed Salman Vicander, the deposed former Count now rotting in prison. Rather than exploit the arena, he had casually handed it to civilians and offered almost no support. Many rulers considered direct management of such a business beneath aristocratic dignity and simply let it rot. To Isabel, those were nothing but the pathetic excuses of the incompetent. To her, the more Laria the better; she could not comprehend nobles who let opportunities to amass wealth slip away in the name of preserving their precious dignity.
“Exactly, hehe. The combined population of the cities directly connected to Eben approaches ten million, yet that fool Salman never knew how to use it.”
Galenza spoke while rubbing his ring-laden hands together. He was the man Isabel had entrusted with arena and surrounding operations—greedy, money-obsessed, and perfectly suited to draw public resentment in her place. The results were already visible. Those who lost homes and property in the forced redevelopment around the arena directed their hatred at Galenza, not at her.
“When is the first match scheduled?”
“I thought you might be curious, so I prepared an invitation exclusively for you, my Count.”
Galenza handed over an ornate card. Isabel rather liked the way he offered moderate flattery.
“Next week.”
“Yes. As you commanded, one event match in the afternoon and one at night.”
“You secured the fighters, I assume?”
“Of course! For the opening bout I went all the way to the Alhena Kingdom to recruit.”
The Alhena Kingdom was famous for producing beauties in its queen, prince, and princess alike. It was also a realm currently staggering beneath the sudden death of its king, a wandering prince, and the aggressive growth of its neighbor.
At the mention of Alhena, Isabel thought of Crane. The memory of becoming a cum-dump for him and his hundred subordinates made her teeth grind. Setting that humiliation aside, Crane himself was peculiar. Handsome, with a refined dignity uncommon among mercenaries—an ingrained habit from an education begun in childhood.
Perhaps…
The chance that Crane was the prince of Alhena was nearly zero, yet she refused to dismiss it entirely.
“The fighter’s name is Isbadi. He fights with a single greatsword. His bold, clean style has made him quite popular even in the royal capital.”
“And the knight match?”
“For the first event I thought it best to have a woman on the receiving end, so I selected a reasonably attractive slave.”
“Well done.”
“However, my Count… may I ask one question?”
“What is it?”
“To prevail over rival arenas, don’t we need some special distinction? An outstanding fighter, an overwhelming scale—something that sets us apart.”
“We have an outstanding fighter, so focus on preparing good matches.”
“By outstanding fighter… do you mean him?”
“Yes.”
“As expected of you, my Count! If it’s him, even the empire’s famous gladiators won’t be able to resist throwing down the gauntlet.”
The outstanding fighter was, of course, Kang Geon. Isabel had not yet received his permission, but she knew he would never refuse. Unleashing violence and flaunting raw power before a roaring crowd was one of Kang Geon’s greatest pleasures.
Isabel designated zones around the arena. Certain districts would become a red-light quarter, others a shopping street, still others a gambling row—transforming the entire area into a comprehensive tourist complex. To the north she planned a slum. Vagrants and beggars could not be avoided, so she would corral them in one place.
“Once the slum administrator is chosen I’ll connect you. Make sure crime is kept out of the hotel and shopping districts.”
“Your insight is immeasurably vast, my Count.”
“My patience is not. If you grow even slightly lazy, someone else will take your seat. Keep that firmly in mind.”
“I will, my Count.”
After completing her inspection, Isabel returned to the mansion. The maids had prepared warm bathwater and washed her with practiced care. They dried her body, thoroughly dried her hair, applied perfume, and dressed her in an elegant gown. Beautifully adorned, Isabel sat in a chair and waited until the exact time Kang Geon had specified.
Shwoosh!
Isabel was summoned to Kang Geon’s residence.
“Haaak! Huuaaak! Haak! Huak!”
“Kkup! Ah… it hurts… huup…”
Lee Yu-na and Seong Hwayeon knelt with their asses thrust toward Kang Geon. He was mercilessly driving a massive dildo into their rear holes. Their bellies bulged obscenely; their pussies twitched and spasmed. Having recently developed a taste for extreme stretching, Kang Geon was focused on enlarging all three of their holes.
“If my fist doesn’t fit, it’s a week of fasting. Figure it out yourselves.”
Kang Geon pulled out the dildo and raised his clenched fist. The moment his knuckles touched her ass, Lee Yu-na spread her anus as wide as she could. When Kang Geon ordered fasting, the only thing she was allowed to eat was what men produced. Hunger meant sucking half-chewed food from their mouths; thirst meant drinking their spit or piss.
“Fingers are going in.”
Thanks to the thick dildo that had been working her open, four fingers slid inside without resistance. Though the excessive stretch filled her with humiliation, Lee Yu-na desperately tried to accept Kang Geon’s fist. With his thumb tucked in, the widest part of his hand caught at her rim. Once the first knuckle passed, the rest would follow. Kang Geon applied pressure. Her rear hole stretched wider and wider as his hand slowly sank inside.
“Huk…!”
At last Lee Yu-na’s asshole swallowed his entire hand. The tight squeeze of her sphincter around his wrist and the soft, warm feel of her organs against his palm pleased him. He raked his fingers roughly inside her. Such an act would have been dangerous for an ordinary person, but for an Inviter like Lee Yu-na it was nothing. Instead she writhed, letting out strange, warped moans.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Kang Geon wore a sadistic smile as he pistoned his fist hard. Lee Yu-na could barely stay conscious; it felt as though her entire guts were being claimed by his arm.
“If your fans knew that our dear actress Lee Yu-na’s asshole has stretched enough to take a whole fist, I bet they’d be thrilled.”
The drama in which she had played a minor role had aired some time ago. Her insane beauty and outstanding acting had made her an instant topic of conversation; a fan café had even been created.
“They probably think you subsist on dew and don’t even shit, right? But it turns out you’re a perverted cum-rag whose ass can take fisting. Wouldn’t it be fun to let them know?”
Lee Yu-na drowned in shame and degradation at Kang Geon’s mocking words. Yet she could only keep her ass raised and endure. Kang Geon loved that fact. It was proof of his absolute power.
He withdrew his arm. Next was Seong Hwayeon. She had grown so aroused listening to Lee Yu-na’s torment that her pussy dripped steadily. Like Lee Yu-na, her hole caught once at the widest knuckle before his forearm sank to the elbow.
“Master’s fist is inside my belly! It feels so good!”
Forgetting that anyone else was present, Seong Hwayeon lost herself in ecstasy and eagerly spoke the words she knew would please him.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Each thrust of his fist sent her whole body rocking. With a wet slurp, Kang Geon finally pulled his arm free after thoroughly enjoying her insides. Her anus gaped obscenely and would need time to recover. He immediately plugged it with an oversized dildo to prevent it from closing. She might leak later, but their suffering was his pleasure.
“Come here.”
Isabel walked forward. Kang Geon’s hand slipped beneath her dress without hesitation and casually fondled her most private place.
“Already wet? You want to get fisted?”
“My body exists solely for Master’s amusement.”
“You’re saying that even though you hate it? Hm?”
Squeeze.
He pinched her clit hard. Isabel staggered from the sharp pain.
“I-I have a baby in my belly…”
“It was conceived from a gang-rape. You don’t even know who the father is, and you don’t love it either, do you?”
“Even so… I must give birth for Master.”
Kang Geon released her.
“Now that Isabel’s here, shall we play something fun?”
“What would you like, Master?”
“Stuff dildos in your cunts. The more you fit, the better the reward.”
Kang Geon ordered Isabel to bring more toys. She went to the room, gathered every dildo she could find, and dumped them onto the floor. Toys of every shape and size scattered across the tiles.
“Three minutes. Begin.”
The three women moved frantically. They knew that when Kang Geon offered a reward, he gave generously. When the time ended, the results were clear: Lee Yu-na with three, Seong Hwayeon with four, and Isabel with five.
Seong Hwayeon glared with jealousy; Lee Yu-na looked on with open contempt.
“As expected, Isabel’s cunt is the loosest. What should I give as a prize? Laria seems obvious, doesn’t it?”
“I would like to receive Master’s support ticket.”
“Support ticket?”
“When I find myself in trouble, Master will help me.”
It was a sensible request. It would save him Laria, and Isabel was unlikely to bother him with trivial matters. She would simply ask him to do what he enjoyed most—beating and breaking things.
“Fine. The loser, however, must be punished.”
“P-Punished?”
“Did you think I’d just let it slide?”
Kang Geon ripped open one of the delivery boxes stacked near the entrance. Inside was a one-meter-long urethral bead rod.
“I’m putting all of it in. Should be fun, right?”
Lee Yu-na could not dare refuse. She steeled herself as Kang Geon spread her legs and began feeding the long string of beads into her urethra. Her screams never stopped. The sensation of the beads scraping the inside of her bladder was beyond description.