Tia's Ecstatic Surrender and the Noble Assembly
“So you wanted to taste your master’s cock that badly, Tia? Even though you’re a cheeky, disobedient little slave who looks down on her master? What a selfish, ill-mannered bitch.”
Thrust! Thrust! Squish! Squish! Squelch! Plap! Plap! Splash! Splash! Splish! Splash! Splish!
Geum Taeyang showed the fallen-tailed slave the full weight of her master’s authority. His hips slammed forward with wet, powerful force, sending the bathwater into a chaotic frenzy.
“Hnnngh! Haaah! Hnnngh! Tuhng! Hnnnngh!”
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
But the churning bathwater was nothing compared to the sight of Tia herself. The moment she finally tasted her master’s cock, the once-proud Amazoness burst into tears, wailing in ecstasy as her breasts bounced wildly. Pure bliss. Explosive catharsis. Every dopamine receptor Geum Taeyang had set alight was firing at full throttle inside Tia Viviana.
“Fuck, your tits are the smallest of the four, but they’re so goddamn perky and springy! What a shame I only have two hands!”
Thrust! Thrust! Plap! Plap! Squelch! Plap! Plap!
Whether big or modest, every pair of breasts had its own charm. After watching Cassandra’s heavy, cow-like udders sway, the sight of Tia’s tight, springy chest bouncing so energetically only stoked Geum Taeyang’s aggressive lust. He wanted to torment those perky tits.
“Haaah! Hnnngh! Haaah!”
Schluuuurp…!!
While her mind was melting under the relentless pounding, Tia suddenly stretched her neck forward. Her plump lips parted, opening and closing in a clear, shameless plea. The tsundere Amazoness’s chest burned with the flames of love, and she desperately wanted to express it with a kiss. She wanted to feel like a lover, not just a slave, with her master.
“Still no manners, huh? You just do whatever you want like a spoiled brat. Such a shameless little Tia.”
It was cute. And endearing. But Geum Taeyang, a male who took discipline seriously, refused to be swayed by cuteness. He continued hammering in the etiquette and discipline he intended to instill.
“Hnnngh…! Please kiss Tia, Master… Tia wants to… hnnngh! Haaah! Kiss you while… hnnngh! Mating…! Kuhhngh! Hnnngh!”
Plap! Plap! Squelch! Plap! Plap! Plap!
The Ragnarok Amazoness Tia, whose pussy had already been thoroughly claimed by Geum Taeyang, had now surrendered her heart as well. Just as a once-broken pussy could never return to its original state, the pride of the fierce Amazoness had been shattered again and again before her master.
“You filthy bitch! Chuuuup!♥”
Geum Taeyang was never cold to a female who submitted and offered her rear. Especially not one as beautiful as Tia. That was why he had even volunteered to be her defense attorney in an unfavorable trial. He rewarded her desperate need with a deep, passionate bathroom kiss.
“You like your master that much, Tia? Chuuup! Suck! You’re this master’s personal cock-sleeve, aren’t you? Chuuup! Say it, you cheeky slave bitch Tia! Chuuuup! Tell me you’re Geum Taeyang’s cock-sleeve and a slave bitch who’s gone crazy for him! Chuuuup!”
Plap! Plap! Squelch! Plap! Plap! Squelch! Plap! Plap!
“Haaah! Hnnngh! Chuuup! I like it! Hnnngh! Tia’s pussy is Master’s cock-sleeve! Haaah! Hnnngh! Tia is Master’s bitch! Hnnngh! Chuuup! Hnnngh! I’ll even lick Master’s soles! Or even his asshole!”
Shake! Shake! Shake! Sway! Sway! Shake! Sway!
“You dirty little whore!”
Geum Taeyang thoroughly enjoyed Tia’s complete surrender. Tia, lost in pleasure, devoured her master’s lips while shaking her hips like a bitch in heat, casting aside every last shred of pride.
“I’m cumming! I’m gonna fill my bitch Tia’s pussy!”
Squelch-squelch-squelch! Plap! Plap! Squelch! Plap! Plap!
The satisfaction of conquering a sharp-tongued woman was immense. Feeling his climax approach, Geum Taeyang thrust with desperate intensity, determined to pump every drop inside her.
“Cum inside me, Master! Fill Tia’s pussy! Do it while my sister and little sister watch! Hnnngh! Kuhhngh! I want to show my beloved sisters how I’ve been conquered and defiled! Hnnngh!”
Plap! Plap! Plap! Squelch! Squelch! Plap!
Tia lowered her hips even further to make it easier for Geum Taeyang to ejaculate, bringing her ass closer to the water and creating even louder, wetter sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
“Get defiled, Tia!”
Glurgh—! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spuuuurt!♥♥♥
Geum Taeyang parked his hips against Tia’s lewdly arched rear and began his explosive release. Tia screamed in ecstasy.
“Kuhhngh! Haaah! I’m being defiled in front of my sister and little sister! Kuhhngh!”
—Schluuuurp! Spurt! Spurt! Spuuuurt! Spurt!♥♥♥
“You filthy bitch! How dare you cum on your master’s face without permission!”
Tia braced her hands on Geum Taeyang’s thighs, straightened her back, and squirted like a fountain, her orgasmic spray landing directly on his face.
“So this is the man who unified the Mohican tribe after three hundred years? The Great Khan Geum Taeyang?”
Two days later, a simple aristocratic social gathering hosted by Sword Empress Marianne took place. In truth, it was an event arranged so Geum Taeyang could greet the key figures of the Noble Alliance.
Through Marianne, the host, and Nadia Jasmine, Geum Taeyang’s de facto spokesperson in the Grace Kingdom, he met the moderate faction first, followed by the hardliners. One of the hardliners, upon seeing Geum Taeyang’s overwhelmingly handsome face, could not hide his surprise.
‘Kuh… As expected, there’s no diplomacy more effective than sheer looks. The guy who said there was no need to meet him personally just flipped his attitude the moment he saw my David-level face.’
The hardliners had already held a poor opinion of Geum Taeyang. Now it had become even worse. After all, he had declared he would defend the Ragnarok prisoners they wanted to execute. They had been avoiding him even inside the venue, but after persuasion from the Sword Empress and Nadia, they finally agreed to meet—and their hostility melted away almost instantly.
Absolute beauty truly worked on everyone, regardless of age or gender.
“It was just luck. The Ragnarok chieftain had only recently finished her ritual, so she probably wasn’t in peak condition.”
“Even so, it’s still remarkable. We ladies have also heard from the Sword Empress how powerful Cassandra, the Ragnarok chieftain, usually is. Hohoho!”
Before long, a crowd of Grace Kingdom noblewomen had gathered around Geum Taeyang. They had been stealing glances while minding their husbands, but once the men’s atmosphere shifted, they flocked over, eager to speak with the sculptural barbarian god.
“Um… To be honest, we’d like to actively participate in the Mohican tribe’s business…”
“I understand what you’re trying to say. However, a massive system like the Grace Kingdom naturally needs to operate stably. It’s up to me, Geum Taeyang, to prove it.”
Naturally, the conversation turned to the currently hottest topic: Mohican tribal crafts. Even with the hardliners present, Geum Taeyang’s side had been able to play hard-to-get because nearly all the noblewomen were favorable toward doing business with the Mohicans. Since the Grace Kingdom’s foundation was commerce, the influence of the ladies could not be ignored.
‘This is the point I need to capture. Unlike other kingdoms, Grace allows women to become heads of households and even leaders of the Noble Alliance. If I can completely win over the noblewomen, public opinion is as good as mine.’
Geum Taeyang felt satisfied as he looked at the noblewomen who would become his reliable allies during his stay in the Grace Kingdom. He wanted to call them over one by one and make them climax.
Just as the warm atmosphere was in full swing, someone poured cold water on it.
“Is the Ragnarok tribe trial proceeding well, Great Khan Geum Taeyang?”
It was Duke Alfonso, head of the hardliner faction of the Grace Kingdom Noble Alliance and the prosecutor for the upcoming trial.
“Thanks to the three days you granted, it’s going smoothly.”
Geum Taeyang responded with a relaxed smile to Alfonso’s loaded remark. Normally, such trials were held the day after arrest. However, because a defense attorney was participating—an extremely rare occurrence—three days had been given for preparation. In reality, it was still an absurdly short time, yet Geum Taeyang had accepted it without complaint.
‘You vulgar barbarian. This time I’ll crush you completely. How dare you try to muddy the waters in our family’s traditional craft market.’
Alfonso had personally stepped forward as prosecutor for one reason only: he was the person most displeased by the Mohican tribe’s rapid rise. The Granada family, to which Alfonso belonged, had once held the largest share of the continent’s craft market. Now they were on the verge of being overtaken by Mohican products. He had been racking his brain trying to sabotage Geum Taeyang’s visit to the Grace Kingdom, and when he heard Geum Taeyang would defend the Ragnarok tribe, a triumphant smile had appeared on his face.
This was a trial Geum Taeyang could not win. If he lost the defense, the momentum to persuade the Noble Alliance regarding Mohican business would vanish.
‘Greedy bastard. I already told you and Nadia that we could coexist just fine.’
Behind his smiling face, Geum Taeyang harbored deep contempt for Alfonso. In Geum Taeyang’s competitive philosophy, the first option was always coexistence. He had proposed collaboration to the Granada family—joint projects, not opening Mohican stores in their key territories—but Alfonso had rejected everything. He refused to let go of the sweet number-one position. In that case, Geum Taeyang would simply crush him. He was merciless to those who rejected his offer of coexistence.
“Your daughter is doing quite well, Lady Ivy’s mother.”
Two days later, on the eve of the trial, Geum Taeyang visited Cassandra. It was his second visit since she had been moved from the prisoner camp to the special management cell.
“Thank you. I’ve heard you’ve been taking good care of the Ragnarok prisoners’ meals and sleeping arrangements.”
Cassandra, wearing special shackles that suppressed a mage’s mana, answered in a calm yet thoughtful tone. She was trying to remain detached. Yet as a leader who could do nothing directly and had to rely on Geum Taeyang, she felt frustrated.
“I’m doing it out of necessity. Not out of kindness.”
Geum Taeyang answered coolly. In truth, he was going out of his way to ensure the Ragnarok tribe felt as little discomfort as possible.
“The other side will try to provoke you. Do not fall for it, no matter what. Think only of one thing: surviving and returning to the Life Water Tribe. Let’s build a new era together with the Mohican tribe.”
He knew exactly what kind of attacks Alfonso would launch. Among them was the plan to expose the Ragnarok tribe’s aggression and incite the public. If the prisoners were kept hungry and sleep-deprived, even the slightest provocation would make them snap like fish taking bait.
“I will keep that in mind. If it’s to protect the sons and daughters of the Ragnarok tribe, I am prepared to endure any humiliation.”
Cassandra nodded quietly, as if she had already anticipated the attacks she would face.
“It seems we’re finally having a proper introduction, Chief Rubio Viola.”
After finishing his conversation with Cassandra, Geum Taeyang moved to the opposite side of the exit—Cassandra’s special management cell on the right. There, Cassandra’s husband, Rubio Viola, was being held. Rubio had been in a different special cell for the first two days and had only been moved here on the third.
“Yes… It’s an honor to meet you like this…”
The herbivore-like Rubio stood before the massive Geum Taeyang with visible tension. His gaze carefully drifted downward.
‘That’s…’
Geum Taeyang’s crotch.
‘The place where Great Khan Geum Taeyang’s cock is… the cock that violated my wife Cassandra’s mouth with that legendary oral pussy-fucking a week ago…’
Even though it was covered by clothes, the heavy presence of the cock that had delivered an all-time-great mouth-pussy pounding to Cassandra’s throat was impossible to ignore.