The Sword Saint's Execution Order
"Don't do this!"
Many had suffered all sorts of damages from the Sword Saint, Ryu Ga-eul's rampage. No matter how strong a player was, there had to be some manners. Dissatisfaction spread like wildfire.
"That crazy bitch finally went and did it."
Han Si-yeon, the leader of the Yeomyeong Knights, the faction hit hardest, muttered venomously. Many nodded in agreement.
"You're right, Leader! We have to do something about that shameless whore!"
"If we let this slide, the knights' reputation will be in tatters. Some are already refusing to pay this month's tribute!"
Large guilds raked in massive profits by collecting taxes from their vassal factions.
The Yeomyeong Knights were no different, keeping numerous small guilds under their wing in exchange for protection.
But now, seeing the knights cower before a single Sword Saint, those vassals were starting to switch sides.
"Those ungrateful bitches. We've had their backs all this time... and this is how they repay us? After the Sword Saint, we need to crush those fucking traitors."
"Mm."
At that moment, Park Byung-seon, the three-term city councilor who had been silent, spoke up.
"So, you're going to take down the Sword Saint yourself? I'm no player, so I don't know much, but that woman..."
"She's LV.89. Fucking strong. If we're talking pure PVP skill, she's probably number one in Korea."
PVP? What the hell kind of nonsense word was that? As the older councilor looked baffled by the unfamiliar term, someone kindly explained.
"PVP stands for Player Versus Player. It means players fighting each other."
"Aha."
Did they really need to use gaming lingo for this? Park Byung-seon felt utterly absurd.
Well, these lunatics running around calling themselves knight leaders aren't exactly right in the head. Yeomyeong Knights? What the fuck is that? Since when did Korea have knights?
The stronger the player, the more their mental state twisted in strange directions.
The Yeomyeong Knights, with an average level over 40, had mental health that was far from normal—practically deranged.
"By the way, I heard you're on good terms with Ryu Ga-eul, Mayor."
"I was. But not anymore. No matter the level, no one treats a duly elected Korean city councilor like a subordinate! I'm a politician chosen by the people through proper channels!"
Park Byung-seon's betrayal of Ryu Ga-eul stemmed not from some sense of duty, but from tangled political scandals. The Yeomyeong Knights didn't pry.
"Understood. Then, Mayor, as we discussed before, please ensure this incident doesn't leak to the police or media."
"That's easy enough. But Ryu Ga-eul is incredibly strong..."
Han Si-yeon smirked, realizing the gold-badge civilian was falling for a common misconception.
"High level doesn't mean you always win."
"Hm? Didn't you just say she's the best in Korea at that PVP thing?"
"That's only in a fair fight. Use dirty tricks, and she's not uncatchable."
Dirty tricks... Park Byung-seon liked the sound of that.
"Well, even Sira-soni, the so-called best of Joseon, got caught by Lee Jung-jae's gang and beaten like a dog in the dog days of summer. I'll leave this entirely to you."
"Understood, Mayor."
And so, unbeknownst to anyone, an execution order for Ryu Ga-eul was issued to an assassination network.
Meanwhile, the Sword Saint...
"Heh heh heh."
"This isn't right..."
Blissfully unaware of the bounty on her head, she was indulging her desires.
Staring at her fully exposed breasts froze me solid.
Not out of disgust. If I were a native of this world, I'd be screaming and flailing. Unfortunately—or fortunately—I was from another world.
"What a face... First time seeing a naked woman?"
My master grinned wickedly, though the corner of her mouth twitched. She knew damn well how fucked up this looked.
Of course. Master's a respected player. I'm just a clueless low-level scrub.
She'd strong-armed me into this absurd contract using our master-disciple hierarchy. If I were her, I'd be too ashamed to show my face.
"What are you doing?"
Her command boomed. Was it shame? Her voice was louder than usual.
"Hurry up and touch!"
"...Ugh!"
In the end, I surrendered to her barking. More like she grabbed my arm by force and shoved my hand onto her breast.
Just like before, it was huge and soft...
A texture I'd never touch in my past life. Hell, even now, as a guy, my lower belly swelled.
Can't let her notice... I quickly arched my back to hide the bulge.
Luckily, she was focused on her chest and missed my erection.
"Your tiny fingers feel so good..."
"Ugh, ugh!"
"How's it feel touching your beautiful master's body?"
For some reason, she knew how sleazy this was.
Laughter masking unease... Her eyelids fluttered, lower lip chewed raw.
I could guess why. She thought this was insane too.
Pathetic...
If she knew it was wrong, she could just stop.
Or maybe she got off on the depravity. Forcing her tiny disciple to grope her for some twisted mental high.
Pervert.
If I was right, she was a massive freak.
And I'd gotten royally fucked by her.
"Hee hee hee... Mm, slurp."
Oblivious to my thoughts, she kissed me.
Like last time, my strength drained away... Every time, but I couldn't get used to this limpness.
Why only when kissing master...?
Driving me insane. What trick was this?
Her feminine scent wafted over, thick and heady. Sweat?
Her body glistened with it—sign of extreme tension.
"Your eyes glazing over is so fucking hot. Haah, you little shit. Pants off."
"..."
"Pants. Off."
The end came out as a growl. Like a starving lion.
"I'll take them off. No need to get so mad."
"When did I?"
...After acting like she'd rip them off herself.
So damn impatient.
I hurried to strip. All the teasing had my cock throbbing hard already.
"That's a cock...!"
The swollen shaft outlined clearly through my underwear. Master drooled, staring in rapture.
"So this is a cock... And fucking huge. How do you even carry this thing?"
"M-Master. This is wrong..."
"I know. It's wrong."
"We can stop now. Still time to turn back. Right?"
"Hey."
Grab—!
Her hand seized me over the fabric. The alien sensation made me flinch and curl up.
"That's why bad things feel so fucking good. You know it. And shit, if I was gonna stop, I wouldn't have started."
With that, she flashed a vicious smile and yanked my underwear down without mercy.
"Ah..."
"So this is a cock. Huge... insanely huge! Knew it from measuring before, but this size is monstrous."
In the end, I was fully exposed to my master...
Was she not embarrassed at all?
Even knowing her goal from the start, we were master and disciple.
Like parent and child, in a way.
Yet she explored my body without a hint of shame.
Utterly depraved desire... No chance to stop her, she started stripping herself wildly.
"Perfect. Feels just like newlyweds, huh?"
"Worst."
I said it, but she replied nonchalantly.
"I'll make those lips say 'I love you' soon enough."
"..."
"Dead serious."
Her twisted lust didn't end there. If anything, this was just the spark for an even bigger explosion.