Jeanne's Oath
“So, you’ll accept the results of our bet now, right?”
“Yeah. My body’s already... become one that can’t live without your... cock.”
After breakfast, Han Yeoul nodded as he conversed with Jeanne, seeing her quietly acquiescing to her fate.
Good thing she’s not holding out. I was worried even after yesterday.
Despite witnessing Jeanne fully surrender to pleasure the day before, her history of stubborn resistance had left him inwardly anxious. If she still refused to yield now, he’d have no choice but to use the Onahole Absolute Dominion command to force her obedience. While it had absolute power over onaholes, complex orders that altered personality could impact her combat prowess, so he wanted to avoid it if possible. Besides, as her owner, he didn’t like the idea of relying on commands to break her.
With Jeanne showing a cooperative attitude, Yeoul felt a weight lift off his shoulders.
“Then let’s draw up that oath we couldn’t finish yesterday?”
“Mm...”
Jeanne had essentially surrendered everything, but this one thing still made her tense. Seeing her nervous expression, Yeoul chuckled and said,
“Don’t stress too much. I’m not gonna write anything weird. Hmm... How about this?”
Jeanne stared at the paper Yeoul held up, then back at his face, surprised by the unexpectedly tame content. It was simple:
1. Pledge full loyalty to Han Yeoul and never betray him.
2. As Han Yeoul's onahole and knight, give my all.
3. Get along well with the other onaholes.
To Jeanne, who had already accepted her role as Yeoul’s onahole and succumbed to the pleasure of his cock, these were meaningless clauses. Compared to the oaths she’d sworn as a knight of the kingdom and the church, they seemed laughably lax.
“Is this really okay?”
Jeanne eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he’d eaten something funny. Yesterday he’d been threatening her with the oath’s contents, and now this? Anyone would doubt it.
To address her suspicion, Yeoul silently approached and pressed a finger to her lips.
“Ngh...?”
“See? Just touching your lips makes you open up on your own. What’s an oath matter at this point?”
Yeoul slipped his finger into her reflexively parted mouth, gently scraping her soft tongue as he spoke. Jeanne flushed red but obediently let him toy with it. Just as he said, her body had been so thoroughly tamed that it reacted to his slightest gesture.
“Anyway, enough playing. Let’s wrap this up.”
Since Jeanne didn’t seem to mind, Yeoul finalized the oath as written.
The oath's contents have been finalized.
Under the influence of your authority, Jeanne's unique ability has changed.
Unique Ability: Oath of the Second Knight (A)
A knight who breaks their oath seeks a new oath target. The second oath will be absolutely upheld.
While upholding the oath, all actions receive corrections, and the following abilities can be used. Violating the oath results in permanent loss of these abilities.
[Damage Transfer]
[Position Swap]
[Vengeful Spirit]
[Damage Transfer]
Half of damage dealt to Han Yeoul is transferred to you instead. If Han Yeoul is near death, all injuries can be fully transferred to you.
[Position Swap]
Once every 12 hours. Swap positions with Han Yeoul.
[Vengeful Spirit]
When an enemy stronger than you damages Han Yeoul, all stats increase. Cannot exceed rank limits with this ability.
Jeanne’s newly sworn oath had improved her unique ability in every way. Fixed to Han Yeoul as the target under the authority’s influence, its effects were markedly enhanced. Neatly streamlined into Damage Transfer, Position Swap, and Vengeful Spirit, each gained added effects, shorter cooldowns, or broader applications. Plus, the oath-granted corrections to all actions made it top-tier A-rank—near S-rank despite the unchanged grade.
Jeanne’s 4th-stage status window now read as follows.
Upgraded to C-rank—the highest among his onaholes so far—her durability was double Slami’s 300, emphasizing her tank role. With the S-rank Masochism replacing resistances, tank-optimized unique ability, skills, and techniques, she looked unbreakable. The masochistic trait wasn’t so bad for a pain-magnet tank either—better to enjoy it than suffer.
Glancing at her status, Yeoul noted her semen capacity seemed lower than expected but shrugged it off. More was better anyway.
“You really went and did it...”
Jeanne watched him with a strange mix of emotions. Though the process was impure, his trust moved her, cracking open her heart a bit more.
Maybe... serving this new master wouldn’t be so bad.
Wrapping up with Jeanne, Yeoul gathered his onaholes and headed out.
“What dungeon today, Master?”
“Something with undead would be nice.”
“A slime dungeon would be fun~”
Mornings meant dungeon runs, so they asked eagerly. But today, a detour came first.
“We’re getting gear fitted for you all today. Uncle Abigail just messaged. Time to spend our savings on some proper equipment.”
Endless 7th-grade clears had piled up cash; he planned one or two pieces per onahole.
My sword’s still solid. I can upgrade later.
Abigail’s gift remained sturdy—he’d just get it repaired.
“Oh, that dwarf you mentioned before.”
“Dwarf? There are dwarves here? And we’re meeting one now?”
Jeanne perked up at “dwarf” from Brina. In her world, dwarves were reclusive master craftsmen, rare even for nobles.
“Are dwarves common here? Is it the same dwarf race? The weapon-forging artisans?”
“Probably the same ones you know. They’re not common here either—just my good luck.”
“Oh my god, a real dwarf... What’ll you order? Sword? Armor? Maybe plate for me?”
“Something like that.”
“Ooh...!”
Dwarf-forged gear was every knight’s dream, but scarce—even top knight Jeanne had only scored a mace. It had withstood Slami’s acidic fluids unscathed, hinting at its quality.
“Becoming your onahole feels like the right choice...”
“It’s not that big a deal...”
Seeing her reaction, Yeoul wondered if dwarf gear alone could’ve broken her. He headed to Abigail’s forge.
“Ah, you’re here!”
An Jeong-hwa waited out front. Remembering her plea to join last time, he’d sent the address ahead.
“This is the dwarf’s smithy? Nothing came up online before...”
“Subrace info’s 7th-grade restricted. Try now—it should show.”
“Whoa, it does!”
Jeong-hwa marveled at her phone results. The New Daehan Republic’s search engine tied into national systems, locking tower, dungeon, and awakener data by rank. Debates raged over info rights, but it prevented chaos. Even 9th-graders accessed most post-apprentice. 7th unlocked subraces; 5th, the Tower.
Real secrets aren’t online anyway.
Critical intel like Han Se-ah’s dungeon files stayed with governments and guilds. A dwarf connection was worth more.
“Alright, let’s head in.”
“Dwarf! Dwarf!”
Yeoul hushed the oddly synced Jeanne and Jeong-hwa’s chants and entered the forge.