Chapter 122
Chapter 122
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: The Way Home (Knowing One's Place)
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"Ugh... urk..!"
I shoved my cock deep into her mouth, right down to her throat, and Lee Joo-ha glared at me like she wanted to kill me.
Watching her fragile body tremble like an aspen, she looked just like a fox caught in a hunter's snare, writhing in pain.
That precarious, delicate vulnerability slightly cooled the sadistic urge that had been raging while I was fucking Eun-ji.
Her favorability toward me wasn't that high yet anyway. If I handled her too roughly, she'd be under massive stress. She was drawn to my power, food, and shelter—not fully smitten with me as a person.
'First time and all... if I'm too rough, it'll just leave bad memories.'
Just ravaging her mercilessly wouldn't keep a slave loyal. To live with Lee Joo-ha going forward, some bond was essential. Like how even if the Slave Brand's effect wore off, A-ram or Ha-rin, or Eun-ji, would stay devoted to me.
'Plus, if she gets so stressed she wants to disobey orders... she might even kill herself.'
After using the Slave Brand skill countless times, I'd gathered data on its detailed effects and verified its limits.
In grasping the Slave Brand's limits, I'd reached one conclusion: slaves perform best when they truly believe they want to be slaves. The skill works most efficiently on those who accept themselves as slaves. People who know their place respond best to it.
For example, Ha Jin-seong, who voluntarily declared himself my slave and now managed the others as head slave. Or Moon Geun-oh, who figured slaving away for me beat dying from seeing filth. Or my women, who couldn't give up being slaves after creampies.
When they grasp their place and feel content with their situation, they reject escaping slavery, accept reality as is, and go with the flow instead of fighting fate. Those are true slaves, and the Slave Brand works best on them.
But some can't accept their lot and rebel, resist, or try to break free. Like Yoon Ha-jun, whom I'd infected with Alcid larvae before entering the Missing Persons' Forest. Guys like that slack off or slyly disobey orders. Deceiving their master despite being slaves.
Sometimes, with sheer willpower, they defy my commands. Those who don't know their place never stay satisfied—they always crave more. Ambitious slaves are dangerous. You never know what they'll do. The discontented always stress out.
'Disobeying brings excruciating pain. But if their will is strong enough to endure it—and they think death is better—they can refuse or hold out.'
Take a direct case of defiance: back when Hwa-young didn't have her chastity seal yet and was pretty dumb, she defied my order for dozens of seconds to protect the blood-bag slaves I'd grabbed at Daiso.
Yeah, that time with the disguised killer posing as a merchant.
Of course, she suffered agony close to death as punishment and couldn't fully disobey. Still, Hwa-young held out for nearly a minute—or more—driven by her thirst for blood.
Her starvation from bloodlust hurt worse than the disobedience pain. Not knowing her place, thinking she could overpower me, she chose to disobey and writhed in torment.
'And if stress builds to where they can endure the disobedience pain... in those ten-odd seconds of forcing through, they might jump off a roof, slit their throat, or whatever. High-stat Awakeners could even terrorize and suicide in seconds.'
If their situation feels so hellish they want to die, they might break my top order to slaves—'no self-harm'—and escape this world. That's why I manage their stress.
That's also why I allow some leeway and build livable conditions. With the catastrophe accelerating and survivors scarce, losing captives to suicide would be a waste.
'My class makes humans valuable resources. If I kill them, it's for tribute—suicide's too wasteful.'
Having Moon Geun-oh hold weekend church gatherings or Sex Days to vent sexual urges was my way of preventing stress-induced breakdowns or suicides.
'Unless I shatter their ego and turn them into mindless dolls... over-tormenting breaks them. Strong-willed ones choose death over painful survival. And Lee Joo-ha strikes me as highly strong-willed. If she doesn't grasp her situation, she'll keep stressing.'
Skills aren't omnipotent divine powers—they have limits. Slave Brand makes slaves, not puppets without will. Nothing's perfect.
'So I can't let Joo-ha's mentality shatter. To keep her from stressing over sudden changes... first, talk it out, make her recognize her position. Use her sister as leverage, threaten a bit...'
I pulled my cock from Joo-ha's mouth amid her venomous glare as she was forced to suck it.
"Gahk.. urk.."
Joo-ha wiped drool from her lips, dry-heaving. Tears welled from suffocation.
I crouched, staring straight into her glaring eyes.
Lee Joo-ha glared like I'd betrayed her, grinding her teeth. Then she shoved me lightly. Of course, she couldn't budge me easily. Still, she pushed and rejected me. The more she did, the closer I got.
I wiped a tear from her eye with my finger, then licked the salty drop off.
Then I asked her,
"What? What's so upsetting? Mad I suddenly shoved it in your mouth?"
"Y-you... shameless bastard... Treating me like rape... isn't that too much? I trusted you after seeing how you treated my comrades these past days... but I never thought you'd be such a crude, rough playboy... I'm disappointed."
She voiced her disappointment in me. I let out a hollow laugh.
"Disappointed? Hey, Joo-ha. I told you clearly: you're mine. I'm gonna fuck you. You accepted it. So why act shocked now and backpedal? Kidding me? Don't wanna do it with me? Or because your sister's watching?"
"I-I hate this rough way! I'm a person too, a woman!"
Lee Joo-ha rebelled. True to her feisty nature, she'd often opposed me or tried to climb over—but I'd let it slide as cute flirting. Now, though, this rubbed me wrong.
Truth be told, Lee Joo-ha wasn't ripened enough to eat yet.
Over the past few days with her, I'd half-starved myself to feed her more, packing in snacks.
Expecting a lifelong semi-starved Joo-ha to match Ha-rin or Hee-sun Noona's development after one week, or bubble with Eun-ji's vitality, would be greedy. Still, I'd given her top treatment.
'At least she's not as gaunt and hollow-cheeked as when we met.'
Feeding her brought color to her face. The fox starting to glow looked tasty now.
So today, opportunity struck—I went for her. To taste, and mark her womb by breaking her hymen and filling it. Because her strong will appealed. I wanted to claim her.
'Though slamming it down a virgin's throat right after waking was... overkill on my part.'
Even I admitted it: too rough for a first-timer. Yeah, treating her mouth like a fleshlight would shock anyone. Natural to resist and push away.
But meekly admitting fault here and ceding control might sour our dynamic later. Like her nitpicking refusals or dodging sex...
Just thinking it boiled my blood.
I'd overlooked her sass before, but she can't refuse bed with me. Her value boils down to whether she can take me.
'Our bond isn't that deep yet...'
Only OG members like Eun-ji—who've shared hardships since the start, eyed only me, flirted—get concessions like granting requests or reverse-raping me.
Lesser ones trying to toy with me? That's blatant insolence. Overstepping needs punishment.
'Spoiled her too much lately, now she's forgetting her place and creeping up. No need to treat refusers like harem elites. Time she paid for calling me disappointing...'
Show her reality without me, then tempt with carrots—imprint that leaving's impossible, obeying's better. Grasping her position leaves no room for blind rejection or stress. She'll know who to cling to.
"Hey, Joo-ha. I feed you, let you sleep in my tent, protect from bad guys, spray bug repellent—treat you better than others. Rejecting me like that? Think I'm a pushover doormat? Your parent?"
"N-no... that's not..."
"Right. Your parents abused you. I treat you well. And after saving your sister just to fuck you once, is this how you repay? I ask you to die? All I want's your legs spread. That hard? You that pricey?"
"...."
Showing anger made her eyes flicker.
"C-comrade... f-first... calm down..."
"Calm? Did I pry your legs and ram in? I could just rape you mercilessly. You'd have no comeback. But I'm being polite now. Just suck it... that unacceptable? Push me and say disappointed? If you keep this up... we won't last. If I drag you south, fuck, and dump you—what can you do alone?"
I spoke harshly to shock. Control shifted fully to me. Joo-ha, once glaring like a viper, now cowered like a scolded pup.
'Mentioning dumping shook her hard...'
Taking them south and abandoning? Terrifying in a rootless land.
'Not planning it, obviously... just scaring her.'
I don't eat and discard—I finish what I start. No leftovers. Still, shook her with empty words. Her trembling eyes pity-evoked, but necessary. Must ingrain: no rejecting me.
"What era is this? Apocalypse. Catastrophe age. Death anytime, anywhere. But under me, you won't die easy. I won't let my women die easy. You wanna survive viciously with Eun-ha, dream a future? Your homeland's got nothing—no future. I save, help, support human life... yet beg to fuck you? I'm the boss, you're beneath. You saw me share my food with you and sis. Felt natural?"
"Y-yes... I-I always felt grateful..."
"Phew... glad you did. I hate the shameless. Plenty women wanna fuck me. Ha-rin and Hee-sun Noona fighting outside over who first. You're begging me. Got it? I'm the premium here. Giving you my time."
"Y-yes... I-I get it..."
In this era, women risk gang-rape by random men just for lacking a dick.
It happened openly at Lee Chan-seong's Sports Center. Lucky not suffering horrors from psychos.
Women spread for ramen, strip for strong Awakener protection. Refusing a catch like me? Insane. Playful rebellion's cute—but serious? No mercy.
"Only reason I keep you: you're hot, turns me on. To make you my woman. Fuck you. That's why I support your time-bomb sis. But pranks like this? Problem. Got it? Don't wanna be dumped?"
"Comrade Jojun... p-please... forgive once... Eun-ha and I... nowhere to go... please..."
Joo-ha begged tearfully. Beside, head-down Eun-ha poked her arm cluelessly.
"S-sis... we... go home..."
Eun-ha hadn't grasped their situation. Lacking slave self-awareness.
No useless slaves tributed or suicide-rushed before them yet. Hadn't fully accepted I hold their lives.
"Hey, Eun-ha. You've traveled this forest with us—felt it. Without me, you'd be dead. You and sis—long gone. Think leaving changes it? World's that easy? At your level, northbound? Dead quick. Survival's brutal."
They'd survived on luck, not skill.
North? Ghost Gate day one, maybe. Or betrayed by countrymen. Endless deadly scenarios. Thinking I'd let both go easy? Laughable. Eun-ha alone? Restrain and send. Both leaving? No way. Fox Joo-ha's mine. No sharing.
"Heard from Joo-ha: your village treats Awakeners like you as devil-spawn, abuses. And you, Eun-ha—eat ghosts. How'll they see you? Grateful you handle ghosts? Can't read the room seeing sis beg? North's hopeless. Homeland's dead-end. Why sis bows to me—really clueless?"
"W-wait... that's not what I..."
"What 'not'? You just told sis 'go home.' Why assume I'll release both? You go north, fine. But sis? Already marked. Easy release? Speak, Eun-ha."
Both clamped mouths, heads low—like scolded kids.
My stern glare scared them proper. Words not wrong. I'd never tolerate betrayal of my kindness.
'Finally grasping positions. Slave-like now.'
Humans take free kindness as rights, think they earn it. Clueless climbers need reality checks. Then they learn contentment, no stray thoughts.
Joo-ha accepted her lot. No arrogance from my kindness—it's for fucking her. Goodwill laced with lust, Slave Brand permanent. Can't escape easy.
Fools ignoring place stress climbing higher. Graspers learn satisfaction. Become like Ha Jin-seong, Moon Geun-oh, harem—accepting, no rebellion.
'Push more, just stress. Time to flip the mood.'
I stopped lecturing, smiled softly at them.
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