Suitcase Abduction (3)
While Chiharu was unleashing a bloody frenzy against the nation's hunting dogs in Korea's dark back alleys at that very moment, Jinwoo lounged deep in the sofa amid the frigid silence of the magic workshop, bathed in the monitors' icy glow. Multiple live streams from YouTubers circled the area around his first bitch, Kim Sea's house. Most were scrambling in the blackout chaos, spewing nothing but useless footage. He clicked his tongue and picked up the three-tiered bento Aki had handed over through Chiharu moments ago.
'Let's see the handiwork of my lady of the house.'
Opening the first tier, carved from ebony wood, a scent pierced his nose—not just delicious aroma, but the essence of premium ingredients, flawless technique, and above all, the utter devotion of something made solely for one man. It was an artistic symphony of flavors. His chopsticks first went for the Wagyu steak, perfectly medium-rare, topped with foie gras on the verge of melting like a jewel. The moment it touched his tongue, his brow twitched faintly. The meat dissolved without chewing, the foie gras's rich creaminess harmonizing perfectly with the juices. The sea urchin sushi beside it cleansed his palate with oceanic creaminess and perfectly seasoned vinegar rice.
Jinwoo was an orphan. Never once in his life had anyone prepared such a flawless meal just for him. This wasn't food. It was Aki's offering—a worshipful vow encapsulating her femininity, skill, and submission.
As his chopsticks approached the lobster grill in the second tier—
"Viewers! Something's there! People in black clothes, not cops, moving around!"
A YouTuber's voice trembled with excitement from one monitor. Jinwoo turned. The camera shook horrifically, noise-riddled, but he recognized it instantly: a massive feathered cloak gliding like a ghost in the dark. Chiharu.
'Stupid bitch. Caught already?'
A irritated smirk curled his lips. Thinking her still green, he was about to switch channels when—
"F-Fox mask...!! Kitsune Huntress!!! Everyone!!! The fox mask has appeared in Korea!!!"
With the YouTuber's scream, an unbelievable scene unfolded. Under the chopper's searchlight, his huntress shone clear for a moment: swinging her bow to fell elite agents, exploding vehicles, even downing the flying hunk of metal. Every motion was a flawless, efficient, brutally beautiful dance of slaughter, without hesitation.
That initial annoyance melted into a hot, satisfying thrill rising from his chest.
'Excellent.'
Savoring the lingering sweetness of lobster on his tongue, he watched his creation vanish leisurely from the screen.
'Truly... an excellent huntress.'
His gaze returned to the bento. The woman who prepared this perfect meal. The woman executing perfect destruction on screen at his command. In his mind, the two bitches overlapped. One guarded his haven and filled his belly: the lady of the house. The other expanded his domain and exterminated foes: the huntress.
The fact that it all moved solely for him. Born an orphan, discarded by the world, now transcending its laws with his kingdom and loyal slaves. This perfect realization went beyond possession, stirring the primal lust buried deepest within. His groin swelled heavily.
He popped a Kyoto artisan wagashi from the third tier into his mouth. The delicate sweetness melting on his tongue conjured Aki's image: drenched in sweat, writhing beneath him, trembling in ecstasy.
'Aki...'
He realized he'd lavished too much attention lately on her daughters Chiharu and Koharu, and even Corax. He'd neglected the pillar of his harem, his true lady of the house. Yet she guarded her place silently, without complaint, preparing this flawless service. Even washing his old underwear and sending it to her daughter—that utter, selfless loyalty.
Finally, he chugged the energy drink beside him. With a hiss, he drained the last drop and crushed the empty can, tossing it aside.
'...Come to think of it, no drink.'
A strange void flickered in his mind. Aki had perfected the food, but no beverage. So he'd quenched his thirst with this chemical sludge.
'Drink.'
'Mother's bento.'
The words clawed at his empty past. He'd never eaten a bento from his mother. Never even imagined what sides or drink it might hold.
His eyes drifted back to the empty tiers.
'When I return... time for a reward.'
His eyes flashed dangerously. His cock now stood rigid. His idea of reward wasn't mere praise or gifts.
'I've savored her devoted cooking, so I'll repay with my own devotion. As the lord of the house she prides herself on, I'll shatter that pride utterly on the bed. Ensure she never envies other bitches again, finding peace only under my mercy and violence. Etch it deep into her body once more: who the true master of this harem is.'
And...
'I'll claim a perfect drink to match this perfect meal.'
Aki's voluptuous breasts filled his mind.
'Her role isn't just cooking. She must become... the nourishment itself.'
'Yes. When I return, I'll remodel her body to produce the most primal, pure drink worthy of this feast.'
'Warm, sweet nourishment only a mother can give. Her bountiful breasts will become the spring quenching my thirst from now on.'
Popping the last wagashi, he imagined the sweet liquid flowing from Aki's breasts. The hunt succeeded, the meal was superb. Now, only to return and bestow fitting rewards on his faithful bitches.
Especially... a very special feast and matching drink for his starving first bitch.
Chiharu slipped into a deserted back alley, gliding shadow-like between parked cars. Her target: something fast, inconspicuous, disposable. Soon, her eyes locked on a battered domestic sedan with peeling paint and a dented bumper. Perfect.
With a flick of mana at her fingertips, she unlocked and started it effortlessly. She dragged the hefty carrier out, stuffing it like luggage into the narrow trunk.
Thud!
With the dull metallic clang of the trunk slamming shut, Kim Sea's world turned perfect hell. Pitch blackness. A coffin-space where she couldn't gauge her crumpled pose. Musty oil and dust assaulted her nose, mingling with the foul bodily scent of the panties gagging her mouth, stealing her breath. Cold steel stabbed her bare skin; rough jolts scraped it bloody. And mocking all pain, the merciless vibration of the dildo between her legs.
As the car started, hell truly began. Every turn slammed her against walls, the impacts driving the dildo to ravage her deepest, tenderest walls.
"Hnnngh...♡ Mmph...♡"
Stifled moans erupted from her throat. Speed bumps launched her body airborne, then crashed it down, the fall's shock rippling through the dildo to convulse her womb in horrific, intense pleasure waves. Waves of shame, terror, and irresistible ecstasy battered her shattered mind repeatedly. Her sanity teetered on the pleasure-terror tightrope.
How much time passed? The car stopped; the trunk opened. The carrier unzipped, blinding fluorescent parking lights stole her vision momentarily. Blinking through, she met the eerie fox mask peering down.
Chiharu zipped it shut wordlessly, wheeling the carrier to the familiar magic workshop door. She entered, dragging it inside.
There sat Jinwoo, sunk deep in the sofa like a king on his throne, awaiting her.
Chiharu said nothing to alert Sea inside to the master's presence. She knelt gracefully before him, bowing deeply. Silently rising, she extracted Sea's ID, passport, and family photo with her brother from the side pocket, offering them atop the sofa like a triumphant general presenting the enemy's head.
Jinwoo scanned the tribute approvingly, then nodded at the carrier.
Chiharu grasped the intent, positioning it at his feet. From within leaked the ceaseless vibration hum and Sea's muffled sobs.
"Well done."
His low praise sent shivers through Chiharu's body. Hastily, she shed the feathered cloak—his cloak—and folded it reverently, draping it over his shoulders like a sacred rite. As his scent and power returned, she felt utter fulfillment.
"Now... take that to our temple. Show the other bitches their new toy."
"Yes, Master."
Chiharu gripped the handle again. At his command, she opened a crimson summoning gate in the workshop's center. As she wheeled the carrier into hell's maw, Sea inside drowned in fresh dimensional terror.
'From the rattling hell... now where to...?'
Her fraying reason plunged into the unknown once more.