Chapter 206: Going Over with Legs Outstretched
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 206: Going Over with Legs Outstretched
The Sword Saint’s tight walls felt as if they were trying to forcibly eject my penis. That crushing pressure only began to ease as she followed the rhythm of the breathing I guided her through.
If it weren't for my "female-training rod"—which boasted a monstrous hardness—she might have been wailing in pain. Her entrance was like a wild mare: foul-tempered, fierce, and resisting with everything she had until she was thoroughly broken.
“Ugh… h-hng… the bet… I’m not… I’m not doing it… It’s void… This doesn’t count… Ungh…!”
I was just about to take this tamed mare for a proper test drive, but hearing her talk such nonsense while hiding her face behind her arms made my patience—usually as vast as the House of La Croix—start to fray.
“A bet’s a bet until the very end, isn’t it? If you lose, you’re my personal bitch! No, I’ll turn you into my meat toilet. How can someone as high-ranking as you act like a third-rate thug, trying to back out now?”
Maybe I’d been too soft on her because of her wealth, her pretty face, those wide hips, and her decent chest. When I tried to pull back, her walls clung so tightly I had to shimmy my hips just to slide out.
Squelch!
“Ah! Hngh! Inside… it’s… it’s being dragged out…!”
“You’re supposed to be a master of Rejuvenation, but your pussy is a total amateur! It’s clinging to my cock because it loves it so much, isn’t it? Huh?!”
“N-no…! My stomach… hngh… I hate… I hate that feeling of it being pulled…!”
Even though her own internal muscles were the ones desperately clinging to my penis as I tried to withdraw, she spoke as if it were all my fault.
I noticed Marika, who had snapped out of her daze and was silently watching the "Murim Alliance Leader's Feminization & Meat Toilet Bet."
“Marika, you have your phone, right?”
“Huh? Oh… yeah, I do…”
“Record this. Video.”
Marika’s blue eyes widened.
“I was going to settle for making her a concubine or a fuck-buddy, but she keeps running her mouth. I need to film this to train her properly.”
“But… she’s the Murim Alliance Leader… when she’s sober, she’s respectable…”
“I told you to film it.”
My voice came out in a low growl that surprised even me. Marika pulled out her phone from subspace with trembling hands.
“I… I started the video…”
“Good. Get a clear shot. The woman currently being impaled by this cock is the Murim Alliance Leader herself, Sword Saint Jin Ryu-hwa~”
“D-don’t… don’t film it… please…”
I thought she might be clueless about modern technology since she was from the Murim world, but her reaction was unexpected. Given that she enjoyed the plumbing and architecture brought from the home country, she likely knew exactly what a camera was.
“You know exactly what this is, don’t you? Ryu-hwa, we’re in the middle of a sex battle. You agreed to become a meat toilet if you lose. That’s why I’m recording!”
Thud!
I slammed my hips down irritably, grinding my tip against her cervix.
“Nng-ooh…! N-no… I never… I never said…”
Marika caught it all on camera—Jin Ryu-hwa curling her abdomen in reflex, then thrashing so hard I was almost lifted off her as I held her ankles.
I buried myself deep in her now-loosened walls, marking her by grinding against her cervix.
“Ah! Ahhh! It’s going to break! It’s breaking! Right there…! Ugh, I’ll do it! I’ll say it…! If I lose…! I will… I will become this boy’s meat toilet…! But if I win… I’ll… uwaaah! I’ll take him as my… ngh! I said it! I’ll serve him as my husband…!”
“Say it before I really lose my temper! You said if you lose this match, you’ll become a meat toilet! And if you win, I’ll be your husband! Say it! Now! Or else!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
I was at the very limit of her depth. I threatened her by driving into her cervix as if I were going to force my way inside.
“Ah! Ahhh! It’s going to break! It’s breaking! Right there…! Ugh, I’ll do it! I’ll say it…! If I lose…! I will… I will become this boy’s meat toilet…! But if I win… I’ll… uwaaah! I’ll take him as my… ngh! I said it! I’ll serve him as my husband…!”
Her voice wasn't sweet; it was the sobbing, desperate cry of someone being strangled. I glanced at Marika, and she moved closer to show me the recording. Her face was drenched in cold sweat, teeth clenched, head shaking—a face caught between agony and ecstasy. It was undeniably Jin Ryu-hwa.
Seeing that her phone was a more expensive, high-end brand than mine, I decided it was time to beg Alicia for a new burner phone.
“Right. Since we’re recording, if you lose to this cock, you’re just a bitchy meat toilet despite being the Murim Alliance Leader. Got it?”
“Ngh… hng… ah… yes… ugh… please… stop… not there… you can’t put it in there… if you do…”
Seeing this "virgin" Sword Saint already talking about womb-fucking when she hadn't even felt her portio properly yet made me want to tease her more.
“'There' where? I don't know what you mean. Here? It feels like I could slide right in if I tried. Should I keep drilling until I break through?”
“Hngh… the… the womb… where a baby… grows… it’ll break… it’ll break…!”
Normally, developing an erogenous zone takes patience. But thanks to the Sexual Art and the elixirs I'd consumed, my thrusts could turn any woman into a total bitch without the extra effort.
“You’re the Murim Alliance Leader! Endure the cock! How can you be coming already when I just started? If people knew you were such a garbage-tier bitch, imagine how disappointed the Alliance would be.”
“N-no… I’m not… I’m not feeling anything… don’t film…!”
Thud!
I felt the tip slip slightly past the entrance. Her body jolted, her upper half thrashing. My penis, which had been tormenting her cervix, shifted and bulged against her lower abdomen.
“Ugh… ah… ooh…”
Jin Ryu-hwa lost the ability to speak, her jade-colored eyes fluttering beneath her lids.
“Look at this, Lord Hahou. She’s going over. This is what an orgasm looks like. She acts like a prude, but she’s absolutely addicted to the taste of cock.”
“I-is that so…?”
Marika stared at the Sword Saint’s pathetic display, looking dazed.
“You’re getting this, right?”
“Y-yes… I’m making sure it’s recorded clearly… as evidence.”
Good. I pulled back slightly from the bulge in her abdomen and drove back in.
Squelch!
“Haaah!”
This time, her moan was undeniably sweet. Unlike her stubborn mind, her body had already figured out who its master was and began greedily milking my penis.
“Do you like it, Ryu-hwa? Is it good? It’s because the Murim Alliance Leader is such a garbage-tier slut for dick that you’re always groveling to the Sado Alliance Leader and the Heavenly Demon!”
“Ah! Hngh! D-don’t film my face! Lord Hahou… stop! We’re… we’re friends…! Please…! Don’t film this…!”
Seeing the Sword Saint wailing as she climaxed made Marika’s hands shake.
“If you do a good job, I’ll make you feel even better than this later. How about it?”
“I… I’ll try. I’m sorry, Ryu-hwa… but… it clearly feels good, so…”
Friends or not, after witnessing her friend greedily sucking on a cock empowered by sexual arts and elixirs, even Marika’s mother or Hindel wouldn't be able to deny the reality. She kept the camera rolling as her friend was turned into a meat toilet.
“This is just evidence for when she tries to deny being a meat toilet. I won’t show it to anyone else. By the way, she feels incredible. I should try more Murim masters; they’re quite the delicacy!”
Squish. Squish. Squish.
I kept a steady rhythm, holding back my own climax to maintain the image of a dominant master for the video. I could feel pre-cum leaking from my tip, but on camera, I looked like I was effortlessly breaking the Alliance Leader.
“I-I don’t want to be a meat toilet…! I… I want to live with a… a cute, handsome husband…! I hate this…!”
“You can treat me as your husband all you want, Ryu-hwa. It just so happens that I’ll be using the great Sword Saint as my meat toilet! I haven’t even come once yet, so stop whining. Now, shall we get started for real?”
As if the very idea of resistance had been purged from her mind, she just sobbed. I let go of her ankles and grabbed her slender waist, hoisting her up.
Thud!
“Ngh…! Ooh! Haa… haa…!”
With the change in position, I drove straight into the entrance of her womb. Her lower abdomen thrust forward, her legs stretched out taut, and the pathetic, garbage-tier female went over once again.