Rubia's Shattered Soul and the Mark of Eternal Slavery
Before the fragments of those disgusting memories that had flashed through my mind after the restoration declaration could even fade, I gripped Rubia's slender waist—panting like a beast beneath me—as if to crush it to pieces. "You're really a fucking trash bitch." I whispered lowly into her ear, her eyes unfocused in ecstasy, and mercilessly rammed my even more ferociously swollen cock deep into her narrow asshole. "Gwaaaaaahhh...! Ah, ahhhhnggg!" Rubia screamed, a twisted mix of agony and pleasure, clawing at the floor until her nails threatened to rip free. I mocked her futile resistance, snapping my hips with rough, merciless force, treating her like a living onahole. Each grotesque squelch, squelch echoed through the passage, making her once-noble body jiggle pathetically.
"Noble 4th Circle summoner? Ignis's pride? What a fucking joke. The brilliant magic you swung around was just the ugly byproduct of turning the sister who cherished you into a monster."
At the word 'sister' from my lips, Rubia's body convulsed violently, like she'd been electrocuted. The barriers of memory she'd carved out and forged herself crumbled helplessly before my brutal revelation and ravaging. "N-no... that's not it... There's no way... Salamander is... the one I contracted... haaaaaak...!"
"The hell it isn't? Your pathetic inferiority complex tossed the only blood relative who ever truly loved you into hellfire. That pitiful rag rolling around over there? That's your sister—the one you killed!"
I yanked her hair roughly, forcing her to stare at the fading Salamander sprawled on the floor. In that instant, the last shreds of Rubia's sanity shattered completely. The sealed truth crashed over her like a tidal wave, and she tore at her own hair, wailing like a madwoman. At the same moment, the grotesque Mark of Subjugation coiled around her entire body and finalized. The patterns etched into her lower abdomen and spine stretched out like crimson veins, binding her neck and limbs, until finally, an indelible slave's brand seared into the deepest core of her heart.
"Ah, aaah... Sister... Sisteerrrr! What have I... what have I done...!" Rubia burst into sobs, her voice a beastly howl mingled with gut-wrenching screams. The pride of the arrogant genius summoner was reduced to less than ashes. She slammed her forehead at my feet, trembling violently, tears streaming in pathetic torrents.
"I was wrong... Please, forgive me... I'm the one who deserves to die... I'm sorry, Master... Please..." Her voice, begging forgiveness while admitting her hideous sins, held no trace of pride left. Overwhelmed by the sensation of my massive cock pulverizing her innards, she clung to me, seeing herself as lower than a worm. Under the perfect Mark of Subjugation, Rubia had devolved into a hollow shell, reacting only to my commands and pleasure—a base slave.
I gazed numbly at the hot tears splashing onto my instep, then poured every drop of my mana and lust deep into her body as a final punctuation.
"Nghhh.... Haaaaaaaangggg....!!!!"
Under the perfect Mark of Subjugation, Rubia had devolved into a hollow shell, reacting only to my commands and pleasure—a base slave. I gazed numbly at the hot tears splashing onto my instep, then poured every drop of my mana and lust deep into her body as a final punctuation.
Even after my destructive climax ended, Rubia convulsed for a long while, her hips shuddering uncontrollably. The spirit Salamander, which had been ravaging her mana circuits, could no longer maintain form now that its master had lost all her mana and chastity to me. The flame spirit flickered perilously like a dying candle, then scattered into the air as mournful smoke, vanishing completely.
Where the once-mighty spirit had stood, only Rubia's wretched body remained—impaled to the hilt, writhing in the depths of ecstasy and despair, moaning deliriously.
"Woooah! Epic! You're amazing, Mas—! Er, Master!"
Asmodeus burst into my consciousness, shattering the silence with excited shrieks. She buzzed around me more thrilled than usual, clapping wildly. "Did you see that just now? [Abyss Synchronization]! Accessing someone's ugliest memories and the abyss of their soul directly through their asshole—that esoteric technique, and you awakened it already! As expected of the partner I chose. This talent is insane! Even high-rank mages spend lifetimes barely touching the basics!"
Asmodeus danced before my eyes, alternating praise between Rubia's ruined state and my achievement. But I felt no triumph—only crashing fatigue and the nauseating afterimages of the past.
"Shut up. Just be quiet."
I cut her off coldly, forcing her to clamp it. Even at my icy response, Asmodeus pouted but couldn't wipe the grin from her face.
I looked down at Rubia, collapsed on the floor, staring blankly at nothing. The marks deeply embedded in her lower abdomen and spine pulsed red in response to my mana. Gazing at the remnants of Salamander scattered in the air, my mind hardened further. The glimpse into Rubia's past had sparked a plan beyond mere ownership.
I focused on Asmodeus, who was giggling in a corner of my consciousness. "As, one question."
My sunken voice quieted her laughter. "If I forcibly imprint my Mark of Subjugation on a summoner who's already contracted a spirit—one she relied on as her sister—what happens? Especially with her mana completely depleted."
Asmodeus fell silent for a beat. The usually flippant demon answered with uncharacteristic seriousness. "Hmm, that's the ultimate taboo in spirit magic. Normally, attempting that insanity causes the two brands to clash—the moment they collide, the spirit's mana circuits go into total overload. The original contract resists the new power, and your force crushes back. It can't withstand the pressure, so the spirit's core shatters, and its existence is erased from this world entirely. Not death—just oblivion. Annihilation, annihilation."
Her warning was firm, but I didn't flinch. Instead, my gaze drifted naturally to my right hand, the gauntlet fitted with the Mana Insulation Body.
"That overload... could the Mana Insulation Body suppress it?"
Grasping my intent, Asmodeus's presence shivered with delight. "Huh? Heh heh heh... What a truly mad idea. A normal insulator couldn't dream of it, but yours doesn't just block mana—it distorts it heavily, right? If you time the imprint to seal the summoner's contract power with the Mana Insulation Body and forcibly hold the spirit's form with your own force... Yeah, theoretically possible! As expected of my partner—thinking up such a horrific, creative taboo!"
With her confirmation, I clenched the Mana Insulation Body. Possibility unlocked. I looked back at Rubia, sprawled on the floor. Possibility unlocked. I picked up the red staff rolling nearby and approached Rubia, still trembling in the afterglow of pleasure and despair. Forcibly, I shoved the staff into her pale, slender hand.
"Summon it."
At my emotionless command, Rubia's vacant eyes shook violently. She glanced between the staff in her hand and me, trembling like a leaf.
"The vast mana from the guardians I poured into you should still be there. Drag it all up—summon Salamander back at full power, brimming with mana."
Terror-stricken, she shook her head wildly. "N-no... Please... If I summon her now... my sister... she'll completely escape my control...!"
Even after being thoroughly violated and branded, primal fear overtook her at the thought of the rampaging spirit. She'd already lost control once before—what catastrophe would erupt if Salamander returned at max power to this horrific scene, with her master reduced to a perfect slave?
"She'll go berserk, out of control... and we'll both die horribly...!"
Tears streaming, she clutched my pant leg, pleading. But I stared down at her sobbing in terror with numb detachment, my voice unwavering.
"Doesn't matter. Summon her."
I lightly gripped her chin, forcing her wet, despair-filled eyes to meet mine. My lips moved. "I'll restore your sister... to her original human form."
That shocking declaration echoed through the passage. Rubia's sobs cut off as if by magic. In the heavy silence, like time itself had frozen, her eyes swirled with disbelief, horror—and the resurfacing guilt of her past sins.