The Tattoo That Can Never Be Erased
As I was lost in those gloomy thoughts, a remark Choi Seoa had made not long ago suddenly resurfaced in my mind. I was almost certain she had said something like…
Fuck. How bleak. So after graduation, I’d be sexually hunted by female villains? Even the Discipline Department, which at least operated within legal bounds, had reduced me to this state. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what lawless villainesses, who had nothing to fear, would do to me if they turned me into their personal sex toy.
…Looking back, maybe the Academy really was paradise. Maybe the Discipline Department were actually angels in hindsight. Surely the story won’t go that way…? No. It can’t. There’s no way things can get any worse than this… right?
While I was spiraling through those dark thoughts, the Discipline Department girls kept fucking me without pause. Even as my mind drifted away in a daze, my body continued moving on pure instinct—hips bucking, ass clenching, hands and feet servicing them mechanically. Somehow, I just kept going. It was exactly like those broken sex-slave girls in the hentai from my original world, the ones who kept squeezing their pussies and shaking their hips even after their minds had completely shattered.
Just like them, I continued serving the Discipline Department women even while half my consciousness had checked out.
“Haaeeet♥ Pussy feels so gooood♥ Heeng♥ Hwit♥ Haat♥ Hehuhut♥ Pussy♥ Cock in my pussy♥ Nngiiit♥♥”
“This bitch looks like he’s gone again♡ Hehehe♡”
“Just leave him♡ Surprisingly, his mental recovery is pretty good♡ If you give him a little break, he comes right back♡ Though the second you take your eyes off him, those sly little eyes start spinning as he looks for any chance to run away♡ I’ve pretty much figured this rag out completely♡ He hates getting beaten more than anything♡ And he’s got surprisingly strong mental fortitude♡ He won’t break as fast as you’d think, so we can keep enjoying him for a long time♡”
“Wow, how did you figure all that out?”
“I spent all day thinking about this rag…♡ He even shows up in my dreams, so I’ve completely mastered him♡”
“Pfft. You’re totally obsessed. You broke up with your boyfriend just yesterday and you don’t even seem bothered. Did you fall in love with this rag too? Damn, this rag really is something else. He’s managed to bewitch the entire Discipline Department.”
“Is there any other cock in the world with stamina like this? And fuck, he’s way too lewd♡ Ah, but we should probably stop him from going up to the roof or doing anything dangerous. We need to start monitoring him. Today I saw his eyes starting to go dead again♡ If we slack off on surveillance like the previous seniors and he jumps off the roof, we’re the ones who lose out♡”
“You’re right. I’ve been hearing some talk about that too. We should assign monitors starting today. Hmm… but isn’t there a more permanent solution? It would honestly hurt my heart a little if we lost this rag…”
“…Oh, actually, I just thought of a good idea.”
The senior members of the Discipline Department whispered among themselves while looking at me, then suddenly announced they had a brilliant plan and began preparing something. The way they moved reminded me uncomfortably of when they had cast the Shota’s Curse on me.
They pushed several classroom desks together to form a large table and laid me out on top of it. Then, just like Lee Jieun had done, they forcibly tied me down, turning me into something that looked like it belonged on an operating table.
“Uheek…♥ Ha-eut? W-what are you… w-what are you going to do…?”
“Little slave♡ We’re going to give you something nice♡ Something really nice♡ Normally we only do this to kids locked up in the underground deep punishment chamber…♡ But we’ll give you special treatment even though you haven’t been sent there yet…♡ Hehehe♡”
“…???”
“Hey, hurry up and bring the yin-crest tattoo machine from the underground deep punishment chamber. And quickly pour your mana into the machine. We need to activate it.”
The Discipline Department women gripped my arms and legs tightly so I couldn’t resist. I was pinned down so completely that I couldn’t move even a single centimeter.
“…Ugh, w-what the hell… are you trying to…”
“Just stay still♡ It’ll be good for you too♡”
No. This doesn’t feel good at all. Lee Jieun had said the exact same thing right before she put the Shota’s Curse on me!
The Discipline Department brought over some kind of engraving machine and pressed it against me. More precisely, they pressed it against my lower abdomen. They began carving something into the space between my navel and my cock.
By then, I had more or less figured out what they were doing to me.
A tattoo. They were giving me some kind of tattoo!
I couldn’t tell exactly what kind of tattoo it was… but I knew for certain it couldn’t be anything good.
“…Ughik! …N-nooo!! Let go! Let go of me! …Let me gooo!!”
“Fuck. You’re not going to stay still? Want to get beaten instead? Or should we carve it on your face? Huh?!”
The trauma from all the belly-beating training I’d received made me flinch violently. I couldn’t bring myself to resist any more fiercely. On top of that, the Discipline Department women kept threatening that if I struggled, they’d carve it onto my forehead instead…
Whatever they were going to engrave, the lower abdomen was definitely better than the forehead…
I gave up. I could only offer weak, passive resistance.
“Hic… p-please don’t… Not a tattoo, please… Hic, ugh…”
Watching what the women were doing, I slowly began to guess what they were carving into me. They had mentioned something about a yin-crest earlier…
“I’ll engrave a pretty ballsack crest for you♡ And I’ll add all sorts of magical functions to it too…♡ Khehehe♡ These days, yin-crest magic has gotten really advanced♡ Once you install it, it keeps getting upgrades like a platform service♡ It’s just like installing a computer operating system—super convenient♡ I’ll also download all the various programs for you after carving the crest♡”
Using a special yin-crest tattoo machine, a magical yin-crest was engraved onto my lower abdomen. Its shape was obscenely lewd, far more perverse than the womb tattoos from my original world. It was the male version of the womb tattoos they used to brand girls being trained as sex slaves—a ballsack crest now permanently marked on my belly.
The Discipline Department woman performing the tattoo, who had been carefully watching my face, saw the terror and resignation in my expression. With a playful, seductive smile, she began carving letters into the remaining space on my lower abdomen. Specifically, in the small gap between the ballsack crest and my navel. She engraved the characters horizontally in a long line.
SEX SLAVE
sex slaves
Kim Dojin
The tattoo that declared my status made tears stream down my face. But deep in my heart, a small voice still whispered:
The technology in this world is advanced… I can just go outside and get it removed…
It was as if she had read my mind. One of the Discipline Department women spoke up.
“It’s a special magical tattoo♡ You can’t remove it without this exact machine♡ And even if you have the machine, if the people who poured their mana into it when the yin-crest was carved refuse to do it again, the rejection reaction means this crest can never be erased for the rest of your life♡ Khehehe♡ Our little slave won’t be able to get married anywhere from now on♡ You won’t even be able to wash your past clean…♡ Who would ever accept a filthy male whore with ‘sex slave’ written in Korean, English, and Chinese characters across his lower belly? Right?”
My heart sank with a heavy thud. Until now, no matter how many times the Discipline Department beat my stomach, there had never been any permanent brand like this. I had told myself I just had to endure for six years…
But now… they were saying it could never be removed? Because it was a special magical tattoo…?
Then… from now on, I…
“…Hic… why… why would you do something like this…?”
“Because it’s fun♡”
The Discipline Department women began registering owners for the yin-crest they had carved onto my lower abdomen. It seemed they had to register owners before they could control my crest.
“For now, I’ve installed sensitivity control, automatic erection, and instant ejaculation apps. We can add the rest gradually.”
“How high did you set the sensitivity multiplier?”
“3000 times. Honestly, even 100 times is basically the maximum, so I wondered if anything higher was necessary, but the app creator went all the way up to 3000 times.”
The people now registered as my owners seemed to have gained the ability to control me roughly. They could adjust my sensitivity, force me into an erection, or make me ejaculate instantly. Somehow, my life had become even more hopeless.
From what I could gather from the Discipline Department women’s conversation, the magical yin-crest engraved on me was like a smartphone operating system—or rather, a computer OS. It served as a base platform onto which various magical applications could be installed. The sensitivity control, automatic erection, and instant ejaculation functions were all magical applications…
“Let’s also install the constant arousal app and the masochist training app. Oh, and the most important ones—location tracking and the suicide prevention app. The previous seniors got careless and didn’t install these, and they regretted it terribly.”
“One moment. I’ll do them all. So first the constant arousal app, the masochist training app… then location tracking… Ah! Senior. It says there’s insufficient capacity. We can only install one more app.”
“What? What kind of bullshit is that? How can capacity be full after installing just a few?”
“This rag… seems to have an extremely low mana capacity. As you know, these apps run on the slave’s own mana… If we install even one more, his mana will be completely depleted. One is the absolute limit. We’re barely squeezing it in. What should we do? Should we skip the suicide prevention and install location tracking instead?”
“…No. Skip the location tracking and install the suicide prevention app. Wait, can’t we delete any of the ones we just installed? Maybe remove the constant arousal or masochist training…”
“We can’t. That’s the annoying thing about magical tattoos—once an app is installed, it can’t be removed. I never imagined his mana capacity would be this low after just a few apps… Normal hunters can install hundreds without issue… Otherwise we’d have to start over from scratch. That would mean completely erasing the yin-crest and redoing it, but the side effects from that…”
“Side effects?”
“Yes. Because of the side effects, we’d have to wait at least three years before we could engrave a new yin-crest. Actually, since this rag has such low mana, it might take five to ten years… Haah, I’m sorry. I should have checked his mana capacity beforehand… I never expected it to be lower than an average civilian… We’ll need to measure it accurately, but it looks like he’s at F- rank while the average civilian is F rank… Haah, I’m truly sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. The problem is this rag. Haah, fuck. Why the hell does this rag have such pathetic mana? Are you even a real hunter? How did you even get into this school? Did you suck the Academy Chancellor’s cock or something?! Huh?!”
“…Kek… p-please… stop choking me… s-spare me, please…”
One of the Discipline Department women took her anger out on me by strangling my throat.