Chapter 637
Chapter 637
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 637
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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"Rilsne! Thank goodness! You're safe!"
"Y-Yu-jin?! What happened to your clothes?!"
I hurriedly covered my cock with my hands—or pretended to. Even as I shielded it, I made sure the tip peeked out just a bit.
Rilsne panicked and tried to lift her gaze, focusing only on my upper body.
"They knocked me out with sleep gas, and I woke up a few hours ago. They tortured me a bit, then just tossed me in this room without even tying me up. The door was poorly guarded too. They must think we can't escape this building. When the siren went off, I figured it was my chance and slipped out."
I gave her the long explanation while reaching for the rope binding her hands. I'd tied it myself, and damn if it wasn't knotted tight—no give at all.
"...With mana sealed right now... the only way is to cut it with a knife."
"Forget me and just run, Yu-jin!"
"Rilsne! We're comrades in the same legion. How could I abandon you and flee?!"
"...If we're being honest, this is all because of me. If I hadn't been blinded by the bounty... if I'd backed off and brought the security force, the bandits never would've gotten the drop on us. ...Yu-jin. Go back to the legion and bring the master to rescue me. I'll hold out here until you return."
Rilsne's face was filled with regret and guilt. Just as I'd expected. She had a strong sense of responsibility, bounty hunter habits aside.
I pretended to mull it over, then nodded.
"Got it. Just hold on for one day. I'll escape from here and—"
I couldn't finish. A man's voice echoed from afar.
"Goddamn idiots. Can't even stand watch properly."
"S-Sorry, Alboju."
"You moron! Think 'sorry' fixes everything? Do you have any idea how important this place is?"
"Forgive me! Just this once!"
It was Alboju talking to the bandits.
Of course, it wasn't live—I'd pre-recorded it to play at the right moment. The underling's voice was me mimicking with Deception (SS).
"Damn. I still haven't found the exit..."
"Yu-jin! Run, now!"
"Too late. The hallway was straight as an arrow coming here. We'll run into him 100% if we head out."
I glanced around, then looked behind her.
"There's a perfect wall to hide behind over there. I'll hole up and wait for the next chance to escape."
"Yes. Hide quickly. He won't let you off easy if he spots you."
Rilsne said, worried. I feigned desperation. What she feared would never happen—not in a million years. Because I was Alboju.
I slipped behind the wall. Plenty of space.
"Rilsne! There's water flowing here! Looks like groundwater or a stream running in and out... but the gap's barely wide enough for a finger."
I'd set up the water flow on purpose.
A mirror and thermos sat to one side.
"Rilsne! I'll stay hidden and quiet from now on."
"Yes! Don't come out no matter what. No matter what!"
She emphasized it urgently.
"Got it."
I stared into the mirror ahead. Mirror Tunnel. I uncapped the thermos—hot steam billowed out. Quietly, I poured the scalding water over the mirror's surface. Mirror Tunnel activated.
Through the mirror into another room, I changed into Alboju's outfit and activated Deception (SS) again. Fully transformed, I strode back into Rilsne's room.
She glared daggers, not suspecting a thing.
"Well, well. Quite the death stare. Grown attached to the place already?"
"Don't get cocky thinking you're safe forever. My comrades will find me soon."
"Heh. Will they now?"
She meant the A-Plan Legion.
With Rilsne suddenly gone, the elite few in A-Plan would search for her. If she'd vanished alone, that is.
But she'd been with me. And I was infamous for vanishing for days after heading out.
Kang Myung-jin would assume she was off doing something with me. So he'd wait at least a few days before looking.
"...I swear it. Your bandit crew will be wiped out someday."
"Oh dear. You're scaring me so much I'm about to piss myself. Go ahead if you can. But first..."
I drew my knife and approached her.
"Gotta finish what I started."
"Ngh..."
The blade sliced back into her leather top from where I'd left off.
Riiip. Riiip.
I carefully shredded her leather jacket. Left the pink bra intact—for later enjoyment.
"No scars on the belly, skin's snow-white. Armpits clean too. Heh. This'll fetch a fortune."
I reached out and stroked her pristine white underarm. Warm and silky.
"Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"
Her face flushed crimson as she kicked at me. I blocked effortlessly. No mana for her, and my base stats crushed hers.
"Still haven't learned? That's not how a slave behaves."
I peeled off her leather boot, revealing a perfectly shaped white foot.
'The heel could make a weapon. I'll take it when I leave...'
The knife tore into her leather pants, starting from the top. Slow and deliberate. Smooth, pale legs emerged. Between them sat pink panties matching the bra.
"Cute underwear for such a spitfire."
"Shut up...!"
"When will you accept you're a slave?"
I groped her underarm and thigh. The armpit was addictively soft and smooth; the thigh firmer and more muscled than it looked—fun to squeeze.
"Don't get your hopes up! That'll never happen!"
"Heh. Cheeky attitude. If I were you, I'd play nice or make a deal."
"...A deal?"
"Like offering cash to let you go. Why capture slaves? Money. Pay more than your worth, and maybe I'd release you. If you had that kind of money."
"...One hundred million."
Her trembling lips parted.
"Free me, and I can give you one hundred million peni."
"Heh. You really believed that? Too bad. A top-tier elf like you? I'd get five times that easy. And why trust you? You'd bring your friends to slit my throat instead. You think I'm that stupid?"
"Grr... You bastard...!"
"Doesn't matter what you say—the situation's the same. Behave like a slave. Time to check the spots I missed."
I raised the knife. Slid the blade under the bra strap at her chest. Slow pressure snapped it.
Plump.
Her breasts spilled out—white, perky handfuls topped with pretty pink nipples. I flicked them with my fingers; they stiffened under the teasing.
"Responsive, and such a delicate color. Might fetch even more than I thought."
"I'll... never forget this!"
"Not forget—you won't be able to. Heh. Now the most important part."
The blade touched her panty strap.
"N-No...!"
Too late. It severed mercilessly. The panties dropped.
"Oh? Not a hair down there?!"
Rilsne was bald down there. Her snowy skin framed a lovely pink slit.
"Ngh..."
Her face twisted in humiliation. She clenched her thighs and scooted back on her ass, desperate to get away—but the ropes held her fast.
I grabbed her thighs roughly and pried them apart.
"Kyaa?!"
She lost balance. The ceiling ropes kept her from falling, leaving her awkwardly suspended. I squatted low and shoved my face between her legs. Pink pussy right there.
The inner lips sealed tight in a neat line. Clit prominent but not oversized—perfectly defined.
"Smells sweet down here. Pass. Just gotta check for the hymen now."
I spread her wide with my fingers. The scent intensified.
"Hymen intact! You're a virgin after all! Gotta be worth at least 1.5 billion peni now."
I grinned, pleased.
No idea if she was really worth that. Just talk.
"..."
Rilsne bit her lip, glaring defiantly. No surrender in her eyes.
I stood.
Then yanked her hair roughly.
"Inspected the merchandise. Time for slave training. Start with a greeting. Think of me as your master and say hello."
Ptoo!
She spat. It hit my shoulder.
"Get lost!"
"Not 'get lost'—say your name. And we'll fix that spitting habit."
"You think I'll do what you want?"
"You will. The other slaves started feisty like you... but they all accepted their place."
No Sexual Sensitivity Boost. I grabbed her breast—perfect fit in my palm. Firm yet soft, I kneaded it. Her body twitched.
"Hands off!"
"First time a man's touched you? Get used to it. Female elf slaves are just sex toys."
I pinched and tugged her nipple.
"Gyyyaaah?!"
"Greet your master properly. I'll twist till you do. You're lucky—just this. Normally it'd be whips, flaying, salt in the wounds... but you're for sex, so this is it."
I twisted the nipple. Her body jerked wildly.
"Hnnnggg!!"
Over an hour of tormenting her breasts. In other words, Rilsne refused to greet me as a slave.
It was my fault—Sung Yu-jin's, specifically the one she thought was hiding behind the wall. Knowing he was watching, she couldn't submit.
"Stubborn bitch. Greeting that hard?"
"Like hell... you do it...!"
Sweat-soaked, she glared. Futile. No matter what, I held all the power.
"Heh."
Ptoo.
She spat again—on my thigh this time. I let it land. She was a beauty; spit on clothes was fine. Hopefully a small comfort.
"One more chance. Greet me."
"Think I will?"
"You will."
My hand slid down from her breast. She flinched. My palm cupped her bald pussy—damp, not soaked.
"N-Not there!"
"Greet me. 3. 2..."
I pinched her clitoral hood. She shuddered but clamped her mouth shut.
"1. Idiot. That hard?"
Twisted her clit. Controlled strength—precious future cocksleeve.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Her scream filled the room. Clear drool beaded on her lips and dripped.
"Try holding out again."
"Hnnng..."
Thirty minutes later.
After dozens of clit pinches—and slow fingering after each—Rilsne's pussy was sopping wet.
"Soaked like this. Secretly like getting pinched?"
"...F-First... time..."
Her voice leaked through trembling lips.
"Hm?"
"...Pleased to meet you. I am Rilsne. Master."
