The Warden's Devotion and the Escape from Barantraz

I looked at Zenita, the Warden of the prison branch, a woman consumed by a betrayal so profound it had sapped her very will to live. She craved vengeance, and she had transformed into someone capable of anything to achieve a cathartic retribution. That was why she had accepted my sudden appearance without question, easily swayed by my irrational demands. To her, I was light, hope, and the golden opportunity to strike back at Tramson, the man who had humiliated her before abandoning her.

"Why do you hesitate? Are you afraid to go to our paradise?"

"……"

Zenita hesitated, her eyes fixed on my crotch. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she gritted her teeth. "I will offer you everything I have for the sake of our paradise!"

She hurriedly kicked off her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠panties and hiked up her skirt. Crawling onto the bed, she presented her pale, rounded buttocks and bowed her head. "Please, ravage me to your heart's content!"

I smiled with satisfaction as I looked at her moon-like hips. "Good. I shall claim you."

I climbed onto the bed, knelt, and aimed my member at her buttocks. However, it was limp, refusing to rise. I gripped my flaccid cock and slapped her ass with it. After a few taps with the glans and some friction against her slit, it soon hardened.

"I'm going in."

"…Yes."

I grabbed her waist and slowly inserted myself.

"Hnnng…"

Her pussy swallowed me inch by inch. It was dry, yet warm. "Too, too big…!" Zenita’s face contorted. She trembled, clearly unaccustomed to receiving such a massive object. "At last, we have reached this glorious moment. I shall perform the rite of submission, Zenita. I will bestow upon you the glorious mark that only a follower of Ru can bear."

"Yes…!"

I stripped off her top and inscribed the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Korean character 'Ru' on the skin behind her left shoulder. Since I used a pre-prepared magic scroll, the mark vanished without a trace the moment it touched her skin. She could reveal or hide it at will. It would serve as an identification mark for my allies. And one more thing… if she ever acted against my orders, it would tighten around her throat, causing her agonizing pain.

"Now, it is time to conclude the ritual. Receive my seed into your body. With that, all procedures will be complete."

"W-wait, Ru-nim. It’s my first time with something this big… please, a little slower…"

"It is fine. You will grow accustomed to it."

Slap! Slap! Our lower bodies began to collide. Sex with my original body—it was undeniably larger than Tramson’s pathetic little prick, and perhaps because of the wider surface area, the pleasure was manifold. I could feel the stimulation of her walls all the way to the depths of her pussy, savoring it to the fullest.

'What a high-performance pussy. A true treasure that strokes my cock so delightfully.'

Zenita threw herself into the act with sincerity. She didn't even think about the fact that she was being ravished by a man she had just met; she gave her body without resistance, increasingly drowning in the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pleasure my massive member provided. Her pussy, which had been dry and silent just moments ago, began to soak rapidly, emitting lewd, squelching sounds.

Squish! Squish! Squish! White foam even began to froth at the junction of our bodies.

"Hnnng, ah, ah…! Ah…!"

"Your pussy is magnificent. I shall rejoice and kill Tramson for you in short order."

"Th-thank you! Hnnng, ah, ah! Pl-please, I beg you, kill that bastard!"

She was deliriously happy. Every time I mentioned killing Tramson, her pussy would clench tighter, and she would secrete massive amounts of fluid. Saliva even dripped from her lips as she overflowed with happiness.

"Haaang… Aaang…!"

Zenita reached orgasm. I followed her to the peak, ejaculating deep inside her. It was a pleasurable session.

"Good work."

I had enjoyed it, but I kept my tone dry and emotionless as I withdrew. As my thick cock pulled out, her pussy contracted, spitting out a glob of my seed.

"It was an honor to serve you, Ru-nim…!" Zenita prostrated herself before me as if performing a dogeza. I felt like a cult leader. This was the kind of relationship I desired. She was my subordinate now. I had no intention of treating her like a peer or a lover. I would act like an omnipotent god in her eyes.

"However, it is still not enough. To make you truly mine, we must do this one more time."

"Do as you wish. I offer myself willingly…!"

I changed positions, climbing onto her back. I inserted myself and thrust down with force. After ejaculating inside her once more, I left the house.

How would I kill the already-dead Tramson? It was a simple task for me. I had already consumed the [Corpse Replication] potion I received from a goblin scientist when I raided the Demon King’s castle. As a result, I had gained the ability to replicate corpses. I had even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠managed to fool the Hero’s Party with this ability. When used while disguised, the corpse generated was an exact replica of the person I was mimicking. Thus, I transformed back into Director Tramson and replicated his corpse. The body of Director Tramson seemed to split from my own, falling to the floor with a thud. I put it in my bag and sought out Zenita the next day.

"Here, this is what you wanted."

When I threw the corpse of Director Tramson onto the floor, Zenita was shocked.

"Y-you already caught him? That’s impossible! How could you be so fast!"

Zenita rushed to the side of the corpse, staring down at it blankly. "Ah, aaaaah…!" Tears welling in her eyes, she grabbed a kitchen knife. She stabbed Tramson’s crotch mercilessly. Stab! Stab-stab! Stab! The blood had already clotted, so it didn't even spray. Only the blade was stained bright red.

'Terrifying.' I turned my head away. They say a woman’s grudge is a fearsome thing. The sight of her brutally castrating him was enough to make any man tremble.

"Kya-ha-ha, kya-ha-ha-ha! What did I tell you! I told you I’d follow you to the ends of hell to kill you! Kya-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Zenita laughed like a madwoman. The revenge ended as she finally sliced off Tramson’s honeycombed member. Her expression looked relieved and satisfied.

"My grudge is settled. From now on, I will stand at the forefront of destroying the Empire to assist you, Ru-nim!"

Zenita had fallen completely for the man who granted her wish. With this, her heart was mine as well. The look in her eyes as she gazed at me was filled with genuine respect and adoration. A religious faith had been born.

"Zenita. From now on, you shall serve as the branch manager of this region. Continue your life as usual at Barantraz Prison and submit regular reports on who is newly incarcerated. I have a great interest in those who oppose the Empire."

"Yes! I will keep that in mind!"

"And… I will introduce you to the subordinates who will assist you as the branch manager here."

I walked to the door and threw it wide open. "Nancy, the secretary to Director Tramson, and High Priestess Miranda will cooperate with you."

"Ru-nim…!"

"Aaah… it was so hard waiting outside!"

Nancy and Miranda entered, their faces filled with infatuation for me. Both of them had already become my followers, having inscribed the 'Ru' mark behind their left shoulders. Recently, while making contact with Zenita, I had been working on them as well. They had been furious at being deceived by Tramson. On the condition that I kill him, they became my minions. Furthermore, they had become obsessed with my massive member, unable to escape its pull. Honestly, these women seemed more addicted to my cock than they were interested in revenge against Tramson.

"Now that everyone is gathered, let us begin a festival of harmony."

All three women stripped before me, prostrating themselves on the floor in the nude. Regardless of age, their alluring buttocks begged to be fucked. My cock stood tall.

"Heh heh, who shall I fuck first?"

"Ru-nim, please, start with me!" Zenita wagged her hips, flirting.

"Ru-nim, if you bestow your grace upon me first, good fortune will surely follow you!" High Priestess Miranda was already leaking fluid, her pussy pulsing.

"Aaang, Ru-nim. I’m still in my twenties. Isn't my pussy the prettiest?" Nancy rubbed her own slit with saliva-coated fingers, seducing me.

"I’m glad you’re all so proactive." I chuckled and gave the order. "Masturbate before me. I will fuck whoever cums first."

Soon, the moans of women echoed through the room. Each of them inserted fingers into their pussies, putting on a passionate performance. Zenita came first, followed by High Priestess Miranda. Nancy followed by a hair’s breadth.

"The victory goes to Branch Manager Zenita. I shall give you your prize."

I laid Zenita down and fucked her like a dog. After ejaculating in her, I took High Priestess Miranda, then Nancy. In the end, I took turns fucking all three of them. It was a delightful night.

Afterward, Zenita spent a month in prison due to an investigation team dispatched from the Imperial Capital. The reason was that she had let a prisoner escape. A month later, she was released. With her release, her status was reinstated, and she was promoted to Director. It was a reward for her efforts in pursuing and punishing Director Tramson, who had committed crimes and fled. The investigation team believed the corpse of Director Tramson she presented. Furthermore, the testimonies of colleagues that Director Tramson and Deputy Director Zenita had not been on good terms helped her case.

As the situation settled and everything grew quiet… in the dead of night, a small boat that had left the prison island dropped anchor near a secluded beach. Two haggard-looking figures and I, wearing a mask, stepped off the boat.

"…Why are you helping us?"

Tosbako, once the Emperor’s greatest political rival and a leading anti-establishment figure of the Empire, asked with a weary expression. Beside him, Gallibal, a nobleman who had been imprisoned after being the first of his class to be convicted for leading the Lurker Liberation Movement, also leaned in, curious about my intentions.

I had helped both of them escape with the aid of Zenita, Nancy, and Miranda. Unlike the previous time, I hadn't caused a scene by destroying everything; I had spent days carefully fabricating their deaths, claiming they had succumbed to illness in prison. High Priestess Miranda, the head of the medical unit, had played a major role in this. She had examined their condition and officially declared them dead. Afterward, we perfectly disguised the event by burning two fake corpses.

"For the sake of the Lurkers—no, for the sake of the Earthlings—please use your strength in the future. That is all I have to say."

"Lurkers…"

"I see… so that was it. I was blessed for the work I did helping the Lurkers."

"Now, go well and don't get caught."

"Ru! H-how can I meet you again?"

I said, "No one can find me. I only visit when I am interested."

"Are you saying we should act in a way that piques your interest?"

"I look forward to it."

With those final words, I completely concluded my life at Barantraz Prison. It was time to return to the Taron Principality, where the First Princess awaited.