The Price of Submission: Enjoying My Slave Bitches' Pussies, Asses, and Mouth-Pussies All at Once ♥
“Sword Empress Marianne’s prediction was that they’d receive the red brand, but it seems the extreme hardliners in the Noble Alliance are reacting violently now that the Ragnarok tribe’s chieftain has been captured.”
In the Grace Kingdom, they often decide the level of punishment in advance when dealing with figures or groups that border on treason. Black, red, blue—these marks carry strong symbolic weight. The system was created during the kingdom’s chaotic period and still remains in effect today. It’s one of the institutions Nadia has been trying to abolish since becoming prime minister.
Contrary to Sword Empress Marianne’s expectations, the Ragnarok tribe prisoners were branded with the black mark instead.
“Ah…!”
Just moments ago, the Narsha sisters and Ivy had been in a rather warm atmosphere thanks to Geum Taeyang’s masterful teasing, but the mention of the black brand made them let out despairing sighs as if the ground had swallowed them whole.
Yet Ivy spoke with the dignity of a leader. “We were prepared. We are Amazon warriors. From the moment we took up our swords, we knew defeat in battle meant death.”
“That’s right. It’s a shame we didn’t die on the battlefield, but we fought as warriors. If that leads to death, it is an honorable end.”
“Yes… I’m not scared at all…”
Seeing their leader’s unwavering resolve, the three Narsha sisters also hardened their gazes with determination.
“Idiots.”
Geum Taeyang’s reaction to their warrior-like display was a scolding. “You lot have trash mentalities. You’re not even worthy of the title of my slaves. Pathetic bitches.”
Just moments earlier he had been in a generous master mode because his mood was good, but now his eyes gleamed with killing intent as he berated his slaves, as though his personality had flipped.
“Death is honorable? Bullshit. Who the hell cares if you die? Do you think the remaining Ragnarok tribespeople will acknowledge it? Your families back in the Life Water tribe village?”
His killing intent was fueled by genuine anger. The reason was the excessively romantic mindset of the barbarians he had personally witnessed. Romance was fine as content, but when it became excessive and all-consuming, rationality disappeared. And judgments lacking rationality led to truly catastrophic results—history was full of such cases.
“If the strongest among the Ragnarok tribe all die at once, countless human raiders will ravage your people.”
Why had Geum Taeyang chosen to kill his adoptive father, Conan Barbara? If he had been thinking romantically, he could have used his overpowered abilities to find another way.
“Would you comfort yourselves by saying your deaths were meaningful while watching your people get violated from the heavens? Is that what a warrior looks like? A warrior who couldn’t protect his kin, his tribe, his family? Is that an honorable warrior?”
Yet Geum Taeyang had chosen to eliminate his adoptive father. Not for honor or romance, but to truly protect the Mohican and Gaia tribes. He had chosen to achieve his precious goal even if it meant getting covered in shit rather than clinging to his own honor.
‘Ah…!’
His speech, as though vomiting blood, rang like a warning bell to the barbarians drowning in romance. Ivy let out a small sigh, moved by it.
‘He’s right… How foolish. Narsha, you still have a daughter waiting for you back in the Life Water tribe village. How can you talk about an honorable death while leaving that child behind?’
Narsha’s eyes also filled with deep conviction. She had a daughter less than ten years old, born from her late husband two years ago. The child was already quite capable for her age, so Narsha had foolishly never considered what would happen if she died. If the Narsha sisters all perished, the girl would become a complete orphan.
“Think of any way to survive. Dying without protecting those you must protect is a disgrace that won’t let you close your eyes even in death. That’s what it means to be a true warrior.”
Feeling their emotions shift, Geum Taeyang removed the killing intent from his gaze and replaced it with a lens of gravity and charisma. Then, as though truly igniting the fire in their warrior hearts, he instilled the true warrior spirit of Geum Taeyang rather than the mindless romanticism of barbarian warriors.
Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…!
Tia Vivianna’s hands shook violently.
‘Fuck, why does this feel so cool…?’
Geum Taeyang’s speech dug into Tia Vivianna’s heart, making her feel unbearably cool, making her warrior blood boil madly.
‘This man is the one who violated our sister, violated me, and got the chieftain captured. Yet he’s saying the words I’ve wanted to say the most.’
Tia resembled her mother the most among the three sisters. She had a rebellious streak. That was why she alone had remained silent when they spoke of an honorable warrior’s death. How could that be honorable? If we die, our people will be massacred. And now the man who had raped her and humiliated the chieftain was saying it instead. Tia’s chest felt completely cleared, filled with catharsis.
“That’s right! Master’s words are correct!”
Bianca, still too young to grasp such complicated matters quickly, chimed in belatedly.
“And more than anything, you’re being presumptuous. How dare my slaves think about dying without their master’s permission? If I don’t allow it, you should be thinking of escaping or doing whatever it takes to stay alive.”
Thud…!
“I-I’m sorry, Master…”
This was also proof that Geum Taeyang’s words had completely sunk into all four slaves. Geum Taeyang leaned back against the edge of the bath with an arrogant air and continued scolding his slave bitches.
“Your lives will be protected by me, your master, Geum Taeyang.”
With that, he declared that he would protect his slaves, as though suddenly drifting into the topic.
“M-Master will protect us…?”
“Master will…?”
Geum Taeyang’s eyes were serious. The four slaves’ eyes widened in shock at his declaration.
“But even if Master has a good relationship with the Sword Empress…”
“Don’t interrupt me, Narsha noona. You’re getting more and more presumptuous.”
“I-I’m sorry…”
It was already shocking that Geum Taeyang had declared he would protect them, but the fact that he had declared it without any apparent method made it even harder to understand. Narsha carefully voiced this, and Geum Taeyang took the opening to enjoy his tyranny.
“Even though they received the red brand, the sentence isn’t finalized yet. It’ll be difficult, but there’s still room to overturn it. And Sword Empress Marianne, in exchange for granting the hardliners’ demands, also arranged for the Ragnarok tribe to have a defense attorney.”
It wasn’t impossible for Sword Empress Marianne, as their leader, to suppress the hardliners’ demand for the black brand. But even though she had been accommodating Geum Taeyang’s requests, she wouldn’t go that far. By skipping the public humiliation, the hardliners had already gained significant justification. So the Sword Empress granted their demand while also giving Geum Taeyang an opportunity. She allowed a trial format where the Ragnarok tribe could have a defense attorney.
“And I will be the one defending them.”
Sword Empress Marianne knew that if the trial format changed that way, Geum Taeyang would definitely try to defend the Ragnarok tribe. After all, he was the one who had strongly emphasized the necessity of the Ragnarok tribe to Marianne during the meeting several days ago.
‘What? Why is this person trying to defend us? This will be an even greater burden on what he’s trying to achieve in the Grace Kingdom than the favors he’s already asked of the Sword Empress.’
At Geum Taeyang’s declaration that he would defend the Ragnarok tribe, countless question marks floated in Ivy’s mind. She knew why Geum Taeyang had come to the Grace Kingdom—to persuade the Noble Alliance regarding Mohican crafts. But defending the Ragnarok tribe would naturally put him at odds with the hardline faction of the Noble Alliance. In other words, it looked like he was abandoning the Mohican tribe’s mission to protect the Ragnarok tribe.
“No need to overthink it. I protect my slaves.”
Geum Taeyang responded coolly to the confused expressions on the four slaves’ faces.
“And why do you think I didn’t take a single Amazon warrior’s life? If the barbarians are truly brothers, then I have to help even if it means taking risks.”
“N-Now that you mention it…”
“Idiots. You’re only realizing it now.”
With that, he casually dropped a hint. During the clash with the Amazon warriors on the third day of crossing the desert, some had been seriously injured, but none had died. Of course, Geum Taeyang had done so because there might have been a sub-heroine among them, but it could be used depending on the situation.
‘I can feel it…’
For a moment, Geum Taeyang closed his eyes slightly.
‘The awe and honey-dripping gazes of my slaves toward me.’
Not only had he presented a new paradigm for warriors, but when he declared he would try to protect them even if it meant a surface-level loss for the Mohican tribe, the way his four slaves looked at their master changed. Until now, their submission had been mostly due to his overwhelming power, but now the feeling that this man was truly someone worth following, that he might genuinely care for them, grew stronger.
“Mmm…! I’ve said everything I needed to say, so now I should enjoy a bath befitting a master who owns slaves…”
Swish…!
Geum Taeyang let out a rather perverted breath and slowly extended his right hand somewhere.
“Eek! W-What are you doing!”
The reaction came from someone after Geum Taeyang’s hand reached out—Tia, who had been fanning herself.
“What do you mean? The master is touching his slave’s pussy.”
Squish…! Squish…!
“T-That’s not what I meant! Why are you touching me there!”
“Because I want to. When the master wants to do it, he does it. What a disrespectful bitch, HAHAHAH!”
Geum Taeyang began caressing her pussy.
“Uwaaaah…! M-Master’s thing is…!!”
Bianca, who had turned toward Geum Taeyang while talking earlier, spotted something and pointed with her hand, startled.
Whoosh…! Whoosh…!
“Huhu…! Quite the sight, isn’t it? The sight of a massive cock growing underwater. You’ve seen something truly vulgar now.”
When Geum Taeyang touched Tia’s pussy, his enormous cock rapidly grew erect. Because it was such a massive slab of beastly flesh, it looked as though a dragon had raised its head above the water and was proudly displaying its body.
“I-It is huge, but…”
“How huge? I want to hear our innocent Bianca’s pure feelings.”
“W-Well, that is…”
“Don’t ask my little sister weird questions, you perverted master!”
“What about you? Aren’t you a pervert? You’re already dripping pussy juice!”
Squelch! Squish! Squelch! Squish! Squelch!
“Hih! Hng! Hngh! Haah!”
Geum Taeyang persistently teased Bianca with an old-man vibe, and the sight was so vulgar that Tia exploded again. But with her pussy grabbed by Geum Taeyang, she was quickly subdued.
“Tia, you need more intensive training. This bitch doesn’t know to fear her master or be grateful.”
Squeeze…!!
“Y-You perverted master…! Hngh!”
With a displeased expression, Geum Taeyang tightly gripped Tia’s pussy. It was a signal that he would fuck her hard to punish her.
“First, Narsha noona, suck my cock and make it even harder. It’s going into your little sister’s pussy, so do it with all your heart. I feel much better when noona sucks my cock.”
Thud…!
“Y-Yes, Master.”
“Sister! Don’t listen to this man!”
Shut up!
Whoosh…!
“Hngh!”
Geum Taeyang lewdly thrust his hips forward and ordered Narsha to suck his cock. It was an extremely unsightly posture, yet her sister, now completely enslaved, obeyed without hesitation. Tia was furious, and Geum Taeyang shoved his fingers into her pussy.
“Slurp…! Suck…! Shlurp…! Pop…!”
“Whoa… Oh…! As expected of our Narsha noona’s cock-sucking skills.”
Bob…! Bob…! Shake…! Bob…!
Thus began the cock-sucking of the 29-year-old mature beauty Narsha. Geum Taeyang let out thick moans of admiration while vigorously shaking his hips in rhythm with her sucking, spurring on the excitement.