Kim Sea's Enslavement Ritual (3)♡
How much time had passed? The furious writhing beneath the blankets finally ceased, giving way to a languid, deeply satisfying silence, as if everything had been consumed in flames. Moments later, the covers slid away with a soft rustle, revealing two sweat-slicked bodies bathed in the morning sunlight.
Jinwoo rose from the bed as if nothing had happened, slipping into a bathrobe. But Sea had become an entirely different being.
She lay sprawled across the sheets in utter exhaustion, but her once-empty eyes now gleamed with a bewitching allure that could ensnare any man, a lazy, satisfied smile curving her lips like that of a contented bitch in heat. On her pale lower abdomen, the now-perfectly completed Ultimate Subjugation Seal pulsed vividly red, almost alive.
Jinwoo looked down at the three senior bitches still kneeling before the altar. He settled back onto his throne like a king and addressed them.
"Well? What are your thoughts on witnessing the sacred rite of my newest bitch's birth right before your eyes?"
Aki, the matriarch, spoke first. The shadow of jealousy had vanished from her face, replaced by a merciful yet chilling smile, like a great mother gazing upon a new addition to her harem.
"It was awe-inspiring, Master. To see a frightened little lamb reborn under your touch into such a voluptuous, ravenous bitch... I gladly welcome her now as a new sister in this harem, my junior, and as matriarch, I will guide her properly."
Next was Chiharu. Her eyes fixed on the floor, she murmured in a low voice.
"......I saw the difference in our ranks, Master. I merely submitted to your power, finding pleasure only in pain. But that bitch... she accepted everything without resistance, becoming one with you. I may be your blade... but perhaps she is worthy to be your sheath."
For the first time, a faint reverence tinged her voice, acknowledging defeat.
Finally, Koharu whispered like a song, her eyes glistening with tears.
"A new saint... has been born, Master. The pure offering received your sacred seed and has finally been reborn as a saintess of fertility and abundance. Tonight... I will pray in gratitude to my new saintess all through the night."
Jinwoo nodded in satisfaction at their responses. He beckoned to Sea, still lying on the bed.
"Rise, little one."
Sea stirred her languid body, crawling unsteadily to his feet. Without a trace of shame, she bared her naked form and pressed her lips to his feet.
"Now... it's time to show you all another of my temples."
Jinwoo stood and headed to the center of the basement.
"Chiharu has seen it once before, and Sea, you've only heard the sounds. The place where my power is forged and my weapons are crafted. I invite you to my true fortress."
He placed his hand on the basement floor, and the crimson-black summoning gateway howled open once more. Cool, arid air from the Magic Workshop in Korea flowed through from the other side.
"Follow."
He stepped through first, and the four bitches trailed after him like pilgrims venturing into a new world, their faces alight with awe and anticipation.
Passing through the gateway, they were greeted by a space utterly unlike the YamaShita Temple—cold and starkly functional. Aki, Koharu, and Sea swallowed hard. Their eyes took in the massive commercial refrigerator, the ebony workbench, and the walls lined with bizarre, potent materials. The air reeked of dense mana and ozone, overwhelming their souls with every breath.
"This is... where Master's power is born..." Aki murmured, swept up in reverence.
Jinwoo led them to the workshop's steel door and opened it, revealing not magic, but an utterly ordinary, modern living space.
"This place...?"
A high-spec computer desk with triple monitors, a plush sofa, and a bed beyond a partition—like any young man's room. But that very normalcy struck them harder than anything.
"Master lives... in a place like this...?" Koharu circled the human space in disbelief, devoid of even a worship altar for her lord.
Jinwoo sat in the computer chair and flicked on the screen. It displayed a black-market page for "Fox Mask Figure" trades.
"Behold."
He pointed. "This is the value you have created."
Seeing figures modeled after themselves fetching unimaginable prices, complex expressions crossed the four women's faces. They realized it then: they were no longer just his bitches, his slaves. They had become his most powerful, beautiful assets, shaking the world and generating vast wealth at his whim. This cold workshop and mundane living room were the furnace where it was all planned and forged.
Jinwoo closed the trading window and swiveled his chair, gazing down at the four bitches prostrated before him. His eyes finally settled on Sea.
"Sea."
He called her by name, no longer "little one." Her body shuddered with electric thrill at the summons.
"Y-yes... yes, Master...!"
"I have one final gift for you."
He gestured to the offerings she'd presented before the ritual: her student ID, passport, and the last photo of her smiling with her brother.
"Take those and wait."
He rose and returned to the workshop. "And all of you—remain here in the living room until I call."
Confirming their bowed heads, he shut the heavy steel door.
[Kukukuk... It's finally beginning.]
"What kingdom do you plan to bestow upon that bitch?"
In lieu of an answer, Jinwoo placed the massive black travel suitcase—the very one Chiharu had used to bring Sea—dead center in the workshop.
"Sea."
He called softly toward the door. It creaked open cautiously, and Sea entered, clutching her past offerings like treasures.
"Put those... inside the suitcase."
Without hesitation, she placed her entire past—identity, nationality, and the precious family photo of happier times—into the dark, empty void. Her last lingering ties vanished into the suitcase's shadows.
"Now... let us begin."
He sent her out and sealed the door again. He opened the treasure chest left by the Sea Envoy. From within, he drew a massive black pearl infused with abyssal mana and branches of pure white coral that glowed faintly like living things.
Just as he had with the Yamashita family, he began a far more intricate "creation" ritual. First, he used Sea's offerings as sacrifices to bind the suitcase's "ownership" perfectly to himself and Sea. The photos, IDs, and happy family picture burned in crimson-black flames, their ashes seeping into the inner walls, etching complex runes like a grand deed of possession.
Next, he fused the abyssal treasures. The black pearl melted into the lock, forming a perfect seal responsive only to Jinwoo and Sea's mana. The white coral branches writhed like living vines, coiling around the black exterior.
With a sizzle, the surface transformed from black to a pure, bone-white sheen, eerie and pristine. The coral fused with the internal frame, expanding the space into a sub-dimensional void beyond physical laws.
[Excellent, Master. This is no mere bag. This is... a mobile kingdom.]
The Grimoire was right. The suitcase was no longer just transport. It was... a portable gateway for Sea, a living altar to hold, purify, and offer up all the tributes she would bring her master.
"Through this, Sea will supply my creations to the world."
Jinwoo murmured softly, gazing at the emerging pristine white suitcase.
"And... the new 'materials' she brings will come straight here."
In his mind, a perfect supply chain unfolded. Sea would hand Guide Compasses to government officials, corporate tycoons, or rival mages, demanding gold in return—or their most precious possessions. Those tributes, or resisting "bitches," would be packed into this suitcase and sent to him.
During transit, the sub-space would purge all defiance, conditioning perfect submission to her master. By the time they reached the Magic Workshop, they would be primed, flawless "materials" for his new toys.
This pristine white suitcase was his most efficient, ruthless mobile refinery, carrying his desires across the world.
Jinwoo emerged from the workshop carrying the completed white suitcase. The four women, waiting anxiously in the living room, lifted their heads in unison—and froze in shock.
It was no longer the worn black travel bag that had held Kim Sea. It resembled a bizarre, beautiful white chest forged from abyssal relics, its surface etched with faint, pearlescent runes from her melted offerings. It pulsed with overwhelming mana, alive and breathing.
Jinwoo set the white suitcase in the center of the living room floor and extended a hand to Sea at his feet.
"Rise, Kim Sea."
He called her name again. Trembling, she grasped his hand and stood.
"You are no longer the nameless 'little one' of this harem."
He gripped her shoulders, turning her to face the other three senior bitches.
"From now on, you are my Emissary, Kim Sea. Unlike those shadow bitches, you will represent my will in the light, my dove and carrier pigeon proclaiming my glory to the world."
He lifted her chin to meet his eyes.
"Under my name, you will gather all the world's wealth and glory and lay it at my feet. With your famous face and clever mind, seduce and threaten the powerful, becoming the foundation stone of my empire."
He nodded toward the white suitcase on the floor.
"I expect you to manage my assets faithfully with this new 'kingdom' of yours... and diligently fetch fresh, useful bitches to offer at this temple."
His solemn proclamation flooded Sea with an unprecedented surge of purpose and ecstasy. She was no mere bitch. She was... the chosen apostle to build her master's empire.
"Master..." Hot tears streamed from her eyes.
"I will never disappoint you. I offer everything to build your kingdom."
Jinwoo smiled in satisfaction, stroking her hair. Then, deliberately loud enough for the others to hear, he whispered lewdly in her ear.
"And... when I'm alone in this cold workshop, lost in research and feeling lonely... summoning you as my 'cocksleeve' to vent my urges won't be bad at all."
Her face flushed crimson at the blatant words.
"Moreover... when I go hunting and my bedroom lies empty, you will be my faithful bedding, warming my sheets with your hot body until I return."
Those final words were a bombshell rocking the entire harem. Aki's face drained to ashen gray.
'Cocksleeve...? Bedding...?'
She, the harem's sole "wife" and matriarch—yet this bitch dared encroach on Master's nighttime attentions?
Chiharu clenched her fists. Her role as "hunting dog" was clear, but being outranked in Master's personal pleasures was an unbearable humiliation.
Koharu's innocent face darkened with long-forgotten jealousy.
'Master's... bedroom...?'
Sea felt their scorching glares like fire on her skin, trembling with fear and the now-familiar thrill of superiority. She realized then: this "emissary" role was no mere honor. It was the most perilous, sweetest path of thorns, turning these three mighty seniors into enemies, demanding she overcome their every jealousy and rivalry.