Master's Gorgeous Tits and the Sword Emperor's Coronation
I always think about it—touching Master's breasts and splattering cum all over her face. Master's tits are truly beautiful.
They're big and swollen, perfectly white. And those round, red nipples at the tips.
If I hadn't been reincarnated into this gender-reversed world and had just stumbled upon these breasts by chance, I might've stared at them in a daze for hours. They're that pretty.
If an alien asked me for the standard of perfect tits, I'd proudly point to Master's without hesitation.
Though showing them off? Nah. These are for my eyes only.
"So, what's your honest take?"
"Are you asking for real, or...?"
"I'm asking for real. Be bold and spill it, hm?"
If I viewed this from a normal world's perspective, it'd be like some old guy stripping down and making a young woman critique his body.
Ugh... thinking about it that way makes it gross. Never again.
Anyway, Master's breasts were magnificent. The fact that I could touch them from now on had me thrilled.
"You'll be groping them every day. What's with the excitement...?"
"Can't fool me with that stiff little cock of yours. You think you can trick my eyes?"
"...It's just a physiological reaction. Nothing special about it."
Master flicked my rigid dick with her finger and giggled mischievously, almost like a innocent girl.
But it didn't take long for that pure smile to twist into the lecherous grin of a total pervert.
"We've wasted too much time. Want me to teach you how to control your strength?"
Done holding back, Master revealed her true colors and yanked my arm with her massive hand.
Ow, that hurts.
I quickly stopped resisting and let her pull me along.
"They feel like steamed buns. Not super huge, but..."
"My tits aren't big enough?"
To be honest, they're pretty damn huge. What cup size is this? Easily an E-cup, I'd say.
"These udders could feed five babies no problem. What a clueless kid."
"Big tits don't mean more milk production. And could you pick better words? Why are you so vulgar?"
Couldn't she say it more innocently? Master's crude speech always filled me with shame.
"So, your real impression?"
Fine then. Time to grab them good and get mine.
The texture was soft. Nothing I'd touched before even compared.
"Just soft. Take back the steamed bun comment."
Come to think of it, Master's body temperature runs hotter than mine. Maybe 1 or 2 degrees higher.
For a normal person, it'd be constant fever territory, but Master's a player. This is nothing for her.
Players must be evolved beasts. Faster metabolism, right?
High energy burn means higher body heat. Lions and tigers run hotter than humans too, thanks to their muscle structure.
Speaking of which, Master eats like a large predator. She devours 10kg of meat daily—insane.
"Your hands are getting sweaty."
Anyway, sweat slicked my palms, making her breasts glossy.
Was Master tense too? Her skin glistened smoothly for some reason.
Master's nervous because of me?
It felt weird. She's a woman, human—of course she could get tense.
But Master? A level 89 player shouldn't tense up. My master should always lord over me with total ease while fucking me senseless...
...My mind's getting weirder by the day.
What if I snap one day? It might happen eventually.
I'm a player too, and higher levels breed psychopathy. I don't want that. Really.
"Now, move your fingers slowly."
Following Master's orders, I fondled the fatty lumps that looked great but did nothing else.
Still just soft. No real thrill beyond that.
This alone wouldn't get me off...
"Whoa, look at that raging cock. You love my udders that much, you hopeless pervert?"
"...Ngh!"
"Of course. Our Hyunwoo's just a pathetic male who dreams of cumming in Master's pussy every day. No wonder your dick's rock-hard from tit play."
"N-no, that's not—"
Pathetic—my cock twitched at her taunts.
Am I really that lewd? What if I'm pussy-drunk on Master?
Ah...
Master tapped my glans with her finger, then circled it lightly, ramping up the stimulation.
I tilted my head back to the ceiling, fighting it, but it was futile. Climax hit peak.
"G-gonna cum, Master. Please..."
A desperate plea. Ryu Ga-eul, who loved her disciple more than anyone, smirked and showed mercy.
She wasn't the merciful type usually, but his cute face stirred her maternal instincts unwittingly.
Though her "mercy" was pretty half-assed.
"Heave-ho, like this? Whoaaa... it's seriously huge. This thing's been pounding my insides?"
That was the moment. When Master's face neared my cock...
I couldn't hold it. Or rather, I didn't.
Spurt, spuuurt—!
Thick semen erupted from my dick like a volcano.
All that white fluid splattered straight onto Master's face. Her pale, pretty features defiled in an instant by my load.
"You little shit!"
Even with the hot, sticky mess on her face, Master cursed viciously and gripped my cock tight.
"You're dead meat. Brace yourself. No sleep for you tonight."
Hearing that, some weight lifted off my chest for no reason.
Finally landed a hit on Master. Felt good.
I hope this happens more often. Please...
Since ancient times, Korea's had this culture of turning every sports star's milestone into news fodder.
With Babel Tower's rise and players emerging, it naturally shifted to high-level players.
Like how the whole nation cheers when a soccer player scores in Europe.
People went wild when spotlighted players leveled up or cleared new floors.
"No wonder everyone's losing it."
"Country's in tough shape, so they latch onto heroes."
Plus, with Babel's rules flipping society upside down, folks treated Sword Dragon like a savior.
"At this point, shouldn't we give him a higher title than Sword Dragon? He's only twenty-one, but Sword Emperor fits perfectly."
"Isn't he too young? And he doesn't even use a sword."
"So what? His master's the Sword Saint. Makes sense for the disciple to be Sword Emperor."
It didn't take long for Sword Dragon's moniker to upgrade to Sword Emperor.
"Sword Emperor? Isn't that too grandiose?"
"Looks like the country's recognizing you big time. Sword Emperor's one-of-a-kind."
One-of-a-kind? Hyunwoo perked up at that.
"I thought Sword Emperor was pretty common."
"Common name, sure. Everyone wants it."
"Then what?"
"The ones you've seen probably had regions prefixed, like Dobong-gu Sword Emperor or Busan Sword Emperor."
Cool titles like Sword Emperor get overused, so media adds districts to avoid confusion.
"Not just Sword Emperor—stuff like Incheon Gangseo-dong Holy Knight gets hyper-specific too."
"Lame as hell."
"Yeah, I think so too. That's why your plain Sword Emperor has value."
Hyunwoo still doubted his new nickname. What kind of childish culture is this?
"You as Sword Emperor, though. Lower than Sword Saint? Whatever. I'll get them to change it to Sword Queen later."
"What's that mean?"
"Queen of Swords!"
"Ah..."
No explanation needed to grasp her intent.
