Chapter 37
Has there ever been a moment in my life as utterly humiliating as this, you pathetic pussy? 'I'll kill him, I'll kill him, I'll kill him, I'll kill him...' I'd offered my virginity to a man I don't even love, gotten creampied relentlessly, and become a meat toilet who couldn't voice a single complaint. Pinned beneath him, I'd faithfully served as his cum receptacle, my womb dutifully accepting every load while I failed to mount even the slightest resistance to his beastly rutting. I'd been endlessly violated, even meekly spreading my pussy for inspection or stamping the meat toilet contract with my pussy print—smeared in my own virgin blood, no less. Just a few dozen minutes ago, I'd been brimming with that resolve.
"M-Master... do I really have to go around like this?"
"Of course. What kind of meat toilet wears clothes?"
"You son of a—"
"Son of a?"
"S-Son of a... meat toilet doesn't need clothes, yeah."
"That's right. Gotta be ready to get fucked anytime, right?"
"Gh...! Master's... right."
'I'll kill him, I'll kill him, I'll kill him...' Who would've thought I'd end up scouring the dungeon buck-naked under nothing but a single cape?
"B-But... even so, this outfit..."
"It's fine—the cape auto-defends. That's why I brought you here to test it. Or what, you worried I'll make you strut around the academy naked too?"
"Eek...!"
'I'll kill him, I'll kill him...' Oblivious or not to my inner turmoil, Kang Han-beom kept kneading my tits like it was nothing, even flicking my nipples with his fingers. I barely swallowed the urge to curse him out or punch him square, nodding instead. After all, I was the ultimate submissive—thoroughly his. If he commanded it, I'd obey anything, even stripping bare in the middle of the street and spreading my pussy wide.
But still, just maybe... no matter how much I loathed and wanted to rip apart this so-called master of mine, he was still human under that skin. Maybe a shred of mercy lingered? Clinging to that faint hope, I shot him a glare laced with desperation. Reading it, he let out an exasperated sigh.
"What do you take me for? Even a meat toilet has to mind the time and place. Obviously, wear clothes outside places like the academy, our house, or the dungeon. You trying to get me arrested?"
"Ah...!"
So he's not a total asshole after all. I'd been quietly dreading he'd make me parade this sleazy getup everywhere. Relief washed over me with a deep breath.
"But to keep that meat toilet mindset sharp, no panties from now on. How's that? Pretty merciful of me, right? Good master, yeah?"
"...Thanks a fucking heap, you prick."
"What?!"
Of course, no sooner had I relaxed than he dropped another absurd order.
'Did I do the right thing...? For Eun-ah's sake...' I'd always told myself I'd ally with the devil himself for my little sister's future. But who knew it'd be Asmodeus crawling out of some lust hellhole?
Dragged along by Kang Han-beom, my tits still in his grip, I inwardly cursed him while scanning our surroundings with trembling eyes—terrified someone might spot us. A guy nearby muttered 'Did I hear that wrong...' and started whistling as he walked off. Seizing the moment, I spoke up.
"The academy, though? You gonna make me go back?"
"You planning to live in the dungeon forever or mug people in back alleys? You want me bragging, 'My meat toilet lives in a dungeon~ muggings are her specialty, total delinquent vibe~'? Still no self-awareness that you're my meat toilet?"
"Hmph, what a load of bullshit."
True, a bodyguard sets her master's class. He'd invested a greatsword worth billions in trash like me—not to mention the Valkyrie Suit that matched its value despite my lowly status. Making me attend the academy diligently would boost my value as his Valkyrie. Snorting, I saw through his game.
"Tuition's on me, huh? Now you want me commuting too?"
"What're you on about? I never said that. Contract says I cover tuition and dignity maintenance fees."
"Tuition and dignity fees?"
Was that in there? My head was too foggy from the pussy print to read fine.
"Yeah, meat toilet dignity maintenance. For skincare, hair, whatever. I even transferred the money. You didn't read the contract?"
"..."
Who reads that shit in that state? Exasperated, but hearing about the deposit, I whipped out my phone to check my balance.
"Jesus, who lets their bodyguard meat toilet crash in a dungeon? Use your common sense."
"Common sense from you? Wha— so many zeros...?!"
'...Disgusting, but he's got some flexibility, huh?'
My view of him shot up the instant I saw the balance. Sure, his actions were still trash, just now "trash who pays well." For me, that was a big upgrade. I'd chosen to be his sex slave, his meat toilet, to give Eun-ah a warm bed, full belly, and cushy life. So his lavish spending—separate from the sleaze—sparked a tiny gratitude in my heart.
"...But shelling out this much cash means—"
"I'll demand your body anytime. Like now."
"Hnggh?!"
Squelch—♡
But that lasted a second. My narrowed, suspicious eyes flew wide as his fingers plunged into my pussy.
'Wha— what the hell?!'
My back arched from the dizzying pleasure. Not even his dick—just one finger? What was this? Overwhelmed by the filthy bliss beyond my expectations, I gawked in shock. Giggling, Kang Han-beom teased.
"What? You were bitching how much you hated it, acting all reluctant as my meat toilet. So why's your pussy soaked in heat?"
"N-No! Don't lie! No way— hnggh?!"
Squelch-squelch—♡
Who'd enjoy meat toilet treatment? But as his fingers writhed inside a few more times...
"N-Nooo... p-pussy's cumming... pussy, pussy's gonna cum... from fingers alone... cumming on Master's filthy fingers ramming me...♡"
"'Master' my ass—you're a mess. Take this, pathetic pussy."
"Nyaaah?!"
Spluuurt—♡
I couldn't hold it—yellow piss sprayed wildly as I climaxed hard.
'Cumming... here, naked... from a man's fingers tormenting my pussy...♡'
Unbelievably good, that vertigo pleasure. Sure, it was the Lewd Greatsword's horniness-inducing effect at work—a dubious masterpiece from him. But to me, who'd just been steeling myself 'Like it or not, I'm his meat toilet now' while glaring in disgust, it hit like a thunderbolt.
'No way... am I enjoying this? Getting stripped in a dungeon by this sleaze, calling him Master, meat toilet play...?!'
'Lewd Greatsword's performing great.'
I stared at him in shock as he wiped his piss-soaked hand, grinning. Like with Brynhildr, he inwardly cheered—my first step toward corruption. Then,
"What're you spacing out for? Not working?"
"W-Work? Oh... performance test..."
"Perfect—you sprayed your piss everywhere, Minotaurs' favorite. They'll come any se— there they are. Gear up."
"Huh? Wha— battle ready... hey?!"
Thud-thud-thud—!!
Excited Minotaur hooves echoed from afar. Kang Han-beom snatched the Lewd Greatsword from me. Shocked, I reached to grab it back—but he commanded first.
"Valkyrie Suit test time. Fight 'em without the greatsword."
"You fucking psycho, what the hell?!"
"You'd one-shot 'em with this. No test then. I'll back you if it's dicey—go test the suit."
"Gh...?!"
Yeah, he's just a rich asshole not worth dealing with! I ground my teeth at the outrageous order.
