Chapter 31
This Bo-rung-nae is a total kick for me, you know? Not only did she hit me with a surprise kiss, but I never expected her to come at me with a beastly one that bent my back like she was devouring me whole. For the first three seconds, Geum-hwa just blinked dumbly, not even registering what was happening to her. Then her eyes flew wide open.
"Mmph! Mmmph... W-wait... What the hell are you doing? You psycho, get off—chuuuurp?!"
"Chuuuuurp, chuuuup, chuup chuup... Hoo, delicious."
After about ten seconds of me forcing my tongue into her mouth and stirring it up, Geum-hwa powerlessly gulped down the saliva I fed her, swallow after swallow. The moment I pulled my lips away, she slapped a hand over her mouth, stumbled back in a hurry to put distance between us, and spat, "Y-you crazy bastard...!!"
"You're just too pretty and tempting, you know? I need at least this much to get motivated for work. Anyway, was that your first kiss?"
"L-like hell it... I was just shocked you kissed me out of nowhere, you crazy bastard. Who said you could kiss me whenever you want?"
No matter how I looked at it, that had been her first kiss. Separate from the way she glared at me with utter disgust, Geum-hwa's fingertips brushed her lips as if reliving the sensation from moments ago. But when she noticed me staring right at her, she twisted her face back into that of a fierce lion, furrowed her brow savagely, and growled at me.
"If I take your sponsorship, does that mean I'll have to put up with this shit from now on?"
"Worse than this. You think a meat toilet is a walk in the park? Anyway, yeah. In exchange, I'll provide you with gear."
Meaning she could get jumped like this anytime, anywhere, and she'd have to submit without resistance every single time—a kiss so ruthless it was no different from outright tyranny. Any normal person would've shut it down flat, but Geum-hwa couldn't. She had to protect her one and only blood relative at home, Baek Eun-ah, more precious to her than anyone in the world.
"Handy, right? Any goblin-looking thug in your path crumbles like tofu when your fists fly."
"Shut up... You just make defective junk..."
"A few punches and you're pocketing hundreds of thousands of won easy. Can't even compare to shaking down those punks yesterday for pocket change."
"Tch..."
And thanks to yesterday's events, she'd realized that just by taking my gear—by letting me have her body—she could rake in that kind of cash without breaking a sweat. Once she knew she could live as my breeding sow, my meat toilet, there was no going back to scraping by like some street mutt.
"Doesn't mean I'm gonna be your meat toilet."
"How about sow, then? That works too... Fine, fine, don't glare like that. Anyway, you want to test my abilities, right?"
"...Put out something proper. I'll test it for real, then decide if I accept your offer."
But even after that, she kept nitpicking—"Durability's crap," "Feels off in the hand"—and every time, I wordlessly whipped up new gear for her without complaint. Of course, I didn't hand it over for free.
"T-take it off...? Everything? Right here?!"
"It's my house anyway. What's the big deal?"
First came lessons on the proper mindset for a meat toilet: outfit, title, the works.
"Y-you want me to use my mouth?!"
"I'll teach you good. First, stick out your tongue..."
"Tch...?!"
Next up: mouth-pussy service, the basics of fellatio.
"My tits? Wrap your dick with these...?"
"That's right. Imagine sandwiching my dick between those massive udders... Yeah, good. Now squeeze your sideboobs tight and shake 'em up and down. Hoo... Look at that hydraulic pressure."
Then tit-pussy service, then... then... Like the tale of Gongmyeong capturing Maengho seven times and releasing him seven times to earn his unwavering loyalty, I taught Geum-hwa what could only shamefully be called meat toilet training—in exchange for the gear. Showing her these were the basics if she became my meat toilet.
Three months of providing gear and getting "tested" (?). Normally she'd be glaring daggers at me, but one day Geum-hwa approached with complicated eyes.
"...Eun-ah, my little sister—she's got Valkyrie potential."
"Yeah?"
I already knew from the game, so no big reaction.
"But she says she's not going to the academy. She's gonna get a job right away..."
"Makes sense. Tuition's insane. You were on scholarship, but your sister's not at that level?"
Geum-hwa was a born warrior woman. Most awaken as Valkyries during academy training, but geniuses like Brynhildr, Setsuna, Park Ayoung, and the one before me awakened back in middle or high school—earning scholarships to attend. Baek Eun-ah had potential, sure, but before the academy's curriculum turned her into the saintly standout among the first-years, things were different. Unlike her big sis, she'd have to pay tuition.
Valkyrie work was high-risk, high-reward—raking in astronomical cash—so the program was elite, far beyond other jobs, with tuition to match. Entrance fees could be covered by what Geum-hwa earned in dungeons during our "seven captures and releases," but after that? Geum-hwa wanted to raise her little sister proper more than anyone. She needed real income, not just pocket change.
In the original story, Brynhildr got fed up with Geum-hwa's absences from part-time gigs and street fights, investigated her background, pitied the sisters' situation, covered Eun-ah's tuition herself. Grateful, Geum-hwa took Brynhildr's offer, joined the Guidance Committee as chief, and started attending properly. But now, with me around, Brynhildr hadn't had a chance to notice Geum-hwa until recently. Geum-hwa had just one lifeline.
"...I'll do it."
"Do what?"
"I'll be your meat toilet. Your sex slave... your sow. So give me power. Not that scrap metal you've been handing out—something real. I'll be your sow and protect you. I'll be your meat toilet, spreading my pussy anytime to drain your lust. So... give me the power to protect my little sister's future..."
Even if that lifeline led only to depravity. For Eun-ah, she'd gladly become my sex slave—stripping naked right there, prostrating herself. I cheered inwardly and said,
"Come back the day after tomorrow. Guard that virginity till then. Oh, and wear what I gave you?"
"..."
And so time passed to now.
"Th-thank you... for using my tit-pussy..."
"Kya, this girl's a riot."
"I'll kill you. I will kill you...!!"
"Hey now, not after all this? What kind of meat toilet talks back like that?"
Squish squish♡ Every thrust of my hips made her grimace like she wanted to die of shame, but she obediently squeezed her sideboobs with both hands, clamping down on my dick.
"You wouldn't be backing out now, would you?"
"Like hell. I just... despise you, Master. Chuuup♡"
"Good girl."
She even nipped the glans poking out from her cleavage with her lips, just like I taught her, teasing the slit with her tongue tip. Was she trying to shatter what little patience I had left, already half-mad from that leopard-print lingerie?
"Twirling your tongue so eagerly too. You must really wanna be mine, huh?"
"It's all... chuuuuurp because of the contract. My heart's not yours, chuuuburp♡"
She snarled viciously, but her tongue lapped at my dick like she was addicted. Fucking love it.
"Coming here in leopard-print lingerie for me too. Admit it—you were looking forward to becoming my meat toilet."
"You—Master—told me to wear it!"
Leopard-print bra on a blonde tanned big-tits delinquent? National rule. And not some off-the-shelf crap—I custom-made it measuring her bust myself. Her wearing it cranked the horniness to eleven.
"Tits or mouth? Tricky, but I'll give you a load right away. You know what to do. Think of dyeing your belly with Master's color."
"...Fine, so cum already. I gotta hit the dungeon soon, busy—mmph!!"
Bluuuuurp♡ I shoved my dick in her mouth and unloaded. Geum-hwa, no stranger to my cum by now, took the melting semen in her mouth without resistance, gulping as it sprayed. Soon her cheeks ballooned like a chipmunk's.
I pulled out and said, "Open wide."
"Aah..."
Bubble bubble♡ My fresh, virile Breeding Uncle semen frothed like hot spring water.
Good girl was even gargling it.
"Close and swish it around with your tongue. Coat every corner of your mouth."
"Mmph..."
She glared resentfully but rolled the mouthful obediently.
"Open again."
"Aah♡"
The hot milk had mixed with her spit and churning into cheese.
"Good. Now swallow. Savor it slow."
"P-perv bastard... gulp♡"
Gulp gulp♡ She shut her eyes, glared, but slowly swallowed. Like she saw through my dirty trick to stamp her submission, her ownership—still, she downed it all. Her puffed cheeks deflated back to normal.
"Aah♡"
"Oho, swallowed every drop? Good girl. So, how'd it taste?"
"Sticky, stinky—rolled it once and the smell's stuck in my nose. Filthy. But..."
"But?"
Geum-hwa averted her eyes, like she didn't wanna say.
"Tell me."
"It... tasted good. Hated it, but that sweetness on my tongue... I chewed and savored without thinking. So good I felt regret when it was gone..."
"Then you know what comes next, right?"
"You dog..."
She glared daggers again, but only for a moment. "Thank you... for filling this meat toilet's mouth-pussy... with Master's delicious semen♡"
"Mm, I can feel the sincerity. This Bo-rung-nae is a kick for me, you know?"
"Sh-shut up... chuuup♡"
Her blushing face and the scent of her aroused pussy drove me to cackle as I stuffed her mouth again. Geum-hwa slurped greedily, sucking out the last drop lingering in my urethra.