Chapter 193: Options
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 193: Options
I grabbed Yuseoha’s hot-pink hair, which was matted with semen, and yanked her head up.
“Hey, meat toilet. What did I tell you?”
“Wo—women… aren’t born… to be… meat toilets….”
It seemed her Pure Love education had been properly instilled.
“Correct, you low-IQ biological onahole. I’ve used a pathetic semen tissue like you so many times, and that’s all you have to say?”
“Ah… ugh…. Th—thank you… Thank you for using me… as a semen tissue….”
Her manners had been properly injected; my training was perfect.
“From now on, this kind of bland underwear is banned. Throw it all away or burn it, got it?”
I shook the gray bra and panties—completely devoid of any decoration—in front of her face. I stuffed the panties, which were stiff with dried love juices from our all-night session, into Yuseoha’s mouth.
“Buy something pretty and sexy from a high-end lingerie shop. What gave you the confidence to wear this trash with those flat tits of yours? If there’s nothing inside, you should at least make the packaging look nice!”
“Mmph… mmgh… mmm….”
Seeing her nod with unfocused eyes without spitting out the panties, it seemed the message had been received.
“And stop with that low-IQ female bullshit about wanting to be broken by your son, you sexist bitch. Understand?”
“Mng… mmgh….”
I could see Yuseoha’s gray panties getting damp with her saliva. This lady seemed to have a racial trait for being incredibly wet, whether it was her top mouth or her bottom one.
“A person has value just by being born. Don’t give me that nonsense about being born a woman just to submit to a male! You sex slave!”
“Mmm… mmph… mng….”
Yuseoha’s resistance was weaker than expected. Even Mom tended to become a simple female onahole who would do anything after I came inside her about three times, but to think Yuseoha was already at this level after just one night of fucking was almost lamentable.
The fact that her sensitivity hadn't been developed because she didn't even masturbate properly played a part, but since I had thoroughly developed her yesterday, I wouldn't have to struggle as much in the future.
“From now on, Seoha Noona is a Pure Love devotee. Got it? Not something weird like training, abuse, dominance, brainwashing, or hypnosis—you’re a Pure Love devotee!”
“Mmm-mmgh….”
I pulled the soggy panties out of Yuseoha’s mouth.
“What are you?”
“I’m… a Pure Love devotee….”
“Good, meat toilet. You’re a Pure Love devotee starting today. Got it?”
I stuck my hand into Yuseoha’s mouth and hooked a finger at the corner of her lips, pulling.
“Yeees….”
The education seemed complete.
***
It was five days later when I finally returned from Yuseoha’s place.
Because she kept calling herself a meat toilet, a pet sex slave, or a biological onahole, I had to re-educate her several times. As if proving that her bottom-tier intelligence was only useful for her holes, I had spent so much time stuffing her and training her that my dick barely had time to dry. I was more exhausted than Mom after one of her business trips.
Angry that a week of my precious summer vacation had vanished like this, I sent a few photos of Yuseoha being fucked like a dog to my incredibly hot mother-in-law and received a video of the voluptuous widow masturbating in return.
I thought it might be fun to watch that while fucking Mom and imagining a 3P.
“U-Um… Master…?”
“Hey, Goldie!”
Back at the fitness center after a week, Goldie approached me cautiously. Her face was flushed bright red as she subtly rubbed her body against mine.
“Um… that… thing we did last time?”
“What? Ugh… Whitey, don’t lick my face, you stupid mutt. You smell like alcohol!”
“Hehe, Master. Love you~ Love you~!”
The gray wolf sister’s breath reeked of alcohol as she clung to me and licked my face like a dog. Even as I slapped her face away with my palm, she was hard to shake off.
“No… I mean… what you did with Aoi… and Lisar….”
“Master! The boss is looking for you!”
Goldie seemed to want to tell me something secretive, but I had no choice but to tell her we’d talk later when my concubine, Marika Olgaevabich, called for me through Lisar.
Lisar, who escorted me to the CEO’s office, subtly pushed her butt out toward me.
“What are you doing?”
“To open the CEO’s office door, you must press the button.”
I delivered a sharp slap to Lisar’s buttocks as she spouted that nonsense.
Spank!
“Hee-eek?! Th-thank you…!”
As the red-eyed dark elf opened the door, I found Marika wrestling with a mountain of paperwork.
“Marika! Long time no see!”
“It seems my husband has been doing well. You look a bit taller… and it seems you’ve been working hard on your martial arts. Lisar, take those documents on the left to the secretary’s office.”
Marika stood up abruptly and strode toward me, buttoning her clothes.
Honestly, I would have been perfectly fine if she stayed naked, but she seemed to be sticking to unnecessary formalities.
Marika grabbed me by the armpits and lifted me up.
“Your weight has increased a bit, and it looks like you’ve been exercising hard. Grow up fast, my husband! Grow big, grow big!”
It was like she was giving me a "plane ride" as if I were a small child. Marika repeated the motion of lifting me up and setting me down while saying those silly things.
“Why did you call me?”
“I heard the Chairwoman promised to send you to a colony. Since the Chairwoman’s schedule makes it difficult for her to take you personally, it looks like I’ll be acting as your guardian.”
Marika sat back down at her desk with me in her arms and began signing documents as she continued.
“Originally, the plan was to go to Earth, but it seems my husband is curious about the world I lived in.”
“Wait, I want to go to the Demon Realm.”
Marika’s hand, which had been signing papers, stopped.
“What is there to do in such a rural backwater?”
“It’s the Demon Realm. The birthplace of magic? Where the demons live? The origin of magitech…?”
“How long ago are you talking about…? If you go there, there’s nothing but plantations.”
“Excuse me…?”
I looked at Marika’s face. She looked dead serious.
“We, who received the Goddess’s Blessing, possessed mana sensitivity and application skills far superior to the demons. In less than 200 years, we caught up with all their techniques for magical application and understanding. If you go there now, all you’ll find are massive plantations. The magic and major human resources migrated to this world long ago.”
I felt like I had just heard something I wasn't supposed to. When I thought of the Demon Realm, I imagined terrifying creatures crossing over to invade, performing human sacrifices, and tainting the land, but it seemed my common sense and this stupid mafia boss’s common sense were worlds apart.
“By plantation, you mean those giant farms, right?”
“In a dictionary sense, it might not be perfectly accurate, but in terms of social context, you’re not wrong.”
“Aren’t demons supposed to have devil wings, be violent, strong, and all that?”
“I heard the initial war was quite fierce, but monsters like Rune Cal Degrain and others killed them all off.”
There it was again—another story about Grandma’s war crimes.
Even though she was my flesh and blood, I felt like that woman should hurry up and die so she could be roasted in the hottest fires at the bottom of hell.
“So the people there only do farming now?”
“Most are tenant farmers. It’s more important to get a steady supply of food by grinding down cheap labor than it is to build facilities or use magitech items. Those who used to be nobles operate the large plantations and hold wealth that can’t be easily challenged. You can occasionally find international students from the Demon Realm in the Empire.”
For some reason, the feeling that I was hearing things I shouldn't didn't go away.
“If the Demon Realm was turned into plantations, are there plantations on Earth too?”
“They exist for planetary consumption, but it’s probably a drop in the bucket compared to the scale in the Demon Realm. What we want from Earth is human resources, so we import food from the Demon Realm and sell it to Earth to control food prices.”
Whether they were aliens or otherworlders, these people were truly malicious. Since this place only produced females and natural pregnancy was nearly impossible, it meant they were sucking up Earth’s elite human resources and slurping up the Demon Realm’s resources and labor.
“Then what about the Murim side?”
“The laws over there are different, so it didn't look like an invasion war would be profitable. There are plenty of monster-like individuals, but both they and our own powerful beings lose their strength when they leave their respective worlds…”
So, it seemed the place where righteousness and chivalry still lived hadn't been turned into a colony yet.
“But… considering the personality of the ruling class, I don’t think they’d just leave it alone…?”
“Well, since you’re my husband, I’ll be honest: we’re causing chaos by flooding the place with high-level secret manuals. Not to mention food and various goods—we’re crushing any figures who look like they might grow powerful while they’re still sprouts.”
These guys were more malicious than the British.
“If you’re interfering to that extent, wouldn't you get caught and have problems?”
“The people in the most important positions love our goods the most, so it’s fine. We never sell simple items that could be dismantled and researched.”
Truly wicked.
“No, but couldn't they still copy them? In novels, they say people catch up quickly.”
“That’s only in novels. And instead of looking at such strange things, couldn't you spend a little time with me, who is exhausted from fatigue and overwork…?”
Marika, despite being a mere concubine, was boldly and coldly cutting off her husband’s words to tell me I was wrong. I felt a bit annoyed.
“No!”
“…I may have lived a rough life, but I am a woman with a fragile heart. I need attention and love, just like a flower needs water.”
Despite being a giant who required me to tilt my head back just to see her, she was spouting nonsense about having a fragile heart.
“Is the Demon Realm a no-go?”
“The Demon Realm is a place where I don’t necessarily need to accompany you as a guardian… If I were to give advice, the chance to use my security clearance doesn't come often, so it’s better to tour Earth or Murim.”
I wanted to see Earth once, and I also wanted to visit Murim—the world that was in a subtle psychological tug-of-war with the Goddess’s schemes and the magitech that dominated the Demon Realm and modern society, yet remained uninvaded.
“Can I only go to one?”
“Hmm… I can promise to take you to the remaining one around next year.”
It’s difficult to go to two places at once in a single year, Marika added.
It seemed I had to choose one place first.