Sword Saint Sia Seong (1)
“Look over there! It’s the Sword Princess!”
A barrage of camera flashes poured down. The moment I cleared the gate and stepped out, this was the chaos that greeted me.
Even with the police holding the line, the crowd showed no signs of thinning.
“Sia unnie! I’m a huge fan! Can I get an autograph?”
“Unnie, just one photo with me, please!”
I gave a light bow in greeting, then turned to my party members.
“Kyaa! The Sword Princess is so cool!”
People called me the Sword Princess—saying I danced through monsters with elegant sword strikes, my white combat uniform untouched by a single drop of blood. The pinnacle of hunters in this era, the pure and lofty sword guarding Korea, they said.
Sword Princess? It felt like too grand a title for me.
Just a year ago, I was a total rookie who fled in terror from a single goblin in an E-rank gate.
But now, it was fine. Bloody battlefields no longer scared me.
It was all thanks to Dr. Lee Hyun-seong’s ‘Mental Clinic.’
Thanks to him, I’d gone from a trembling coward in front of goblins to the current ‘Sword Princess.’
But things were different now. I no longer got hurt. My mentality didn’t waver in combat.
I felt bad for the doctor, but I no longer needed his expensive clinic. Today, I planned to bid him farewell.
“Sia, I’m buying drinks tonight! Can’t celebrate an A-rank clear without the star!”
Our party’s tank, Cheol-ho oppa, grinned at me. I shook my head.
“Sorry, oppa. I’ve got another quest tonight.”
“Quest? You getting personal quests on the side? Don’t hog all the sweet loot—share with us!”
“It’s not like that.”
Our healer, Yumi, tilted her head curiously.
“You’ve been doing solo quests a lot lately, unnie. Leveling up by yourself or something?”
“No.”
Visit Lee Hyun-seong Clinic at 10 PM for Pussy Sensitivity Training
🎁 Reward: Pussy Development EXP +100
⚠ Penalty:Death
The quests they knew were worlds apart from this—ones only I could undertake. It was just that the penalty was ridiculously harsh compared to the reward.
I couldn’t explain it, couldn’t make them understand. It was like a normal quest: do 100 push-ups and gain strength… except the penalty was death.
The compulsion was too much. I couldn’t even dream of trying it.
Cheol-ho oppa smirked slyly.
“No way the Sword Princess is off to meet a boyfriend, right?”
“Nothing like that.”
Yumi cut in. “Cheol-ho oppa, stop hitting on Sia unnie. She might slice you.”
“Who’s hitting on who? And if she slices me, let her try!”
“Wanna test it?”
I reached for my sword, and Cheol-ho oppa flinched.
“Just kidding.”
“Sunbae? Got a sec?”
It was Hyun-woo, our guild’s rookie.
“Sure. What’s up?”
He pulled me to a secluded spot. This vibe… no way.
Blushing, he offered a small gift box.
“S-Sia sunbae…! I’ve always admired you. If it’s okay…”
I glanced between him and the box.
“Your platinum blonde hair, like melted starlight, flowing softly in the wind… so beautiful…”
Creepy. I got the goodwill, but the lust behind it was revolting. In the end, he just wanted to hold me, possess me. That’s all men were to me.
“I appreciate the thought. But I hate casual approaches like this.”
My icy response froze his face.
“I’ll let this slide, but no more.”
“Got it. Sorry.”
I turned away coldly. Strict lines between work and personal—no room for advances. That was my way.
Behind me, the party whispered in shock.
“Her walls are no joke. Tougher than Cheol-ho hyung.”
“What’d you say, punk? Anyway, confessing takes guts. Hm.”
“Lofty crane fits her.”
Running off to gossip? Pathetic.
Lofty crane. Spot on. I’d never opened my heart to a man, nor would I.
Their vulgar lust and sticky gazes were more repulsive than gate monsters.
Perfect, pure, untouchable goddess of the sword. That was Sia Seong to the world.
“I’ll head out first.”
“Unnie! I’ll text you!”
“Sure.”
Back home, I locked the door and sighed deeply. I stripped off my combat suit and stood before the mirror.
Jade-white skin, flawless figure. Not a single scratch today. Perfect.
“What’s this…?”
Multiple 正 marks etched across my skin. And around my womb, strange text:
Not Sword Princess, Meat Toilet
What? Lately, a tingling deep in my lower belly—like something inside me stirring, stretching occasionally. I’d ignored it.
Weird. Time to switch hospitals. Clinic ends today.
The clinic had helped immensely post-awakening. Sessions left me calm, steady in battle.
But lately, it felt off, stagnant. Time to move on.
Pills on the desk. Supposed to take daily, but I’d stopped.
“Haa. Not yet, though.”
Stroking my lower belly, I glanced lower. The dildo was still snug. Successful training—ignored it fully mid-battle, sliced monsters clean.
“Let’s see. Status window.”
Up to here, it’d look normal to other hunters. But I had hidden stats—visible only to me, holding my deepest secrets.
Fellatio: Lv. 2
Lewdness: Lv. 3
Exposure: Lv. 3
Mouth Pussy: Lv. 3
Breast: Lv. 2
Nipples: Lv. 1
Pussy: Lv. 3
Clitoris: Lv. 2
Anal: Lv. 0
Masturbation Count: 21
Creampie Count: 3
Pregnancy Count: 0
Orgasm Count: 20
“Sensitivity leveled up, huh?”
I wouldn’t have gone to the clinic without the quests.
I slipped into a body-hugging dress I’d never wear normally.
Oh, almost forgot. Dr. Lee’s message popped into mind.
Next time, no underwear.
I unhooked the black lace bra. Never worn designs like this. No one to show, why’d I buy it? Return it.
Underwear meant panties too—I stripped.
The feminine dress I’d never touch. And,不忘, I reinserted the training vibrator deep after showering.
The soft fabric against bare skin heightened my mood strangely.
Hunter Association basement level 5—a secret space off any map.
[Dr. Lee Hyun-seong’s Special Psychological Research Lab]
Main clients: female hunters. Like me—awakened talent, but crushed by combat stress. National support for therapy.
Male hunters handled stress better, they said. Hunting monsters for cash felt like gaming IRL.
“Doctor, I’m here.”
“Ah, Sia. Been a week.”
Dr. Lee Hyun-seong, in his white coat, greeted me with a soft smile.
Behind him: the Incubation Pod, a wondrous device. Heals all but fatal wounds, treats mental issues via electrical signals. Magic frequency for happiness? Mana stone-powered, but principle unknown.
“Hello, Doctor.”
“Tea? Coffee?”
“No thanks. Doctor, I have something important to say.”
“What?”
“I’m quitting the clinic.”
My firm declaration made his eyebrow twitch faintly.
“Quitting? Treatment’s not over. Mind if I ask why?”
He adjusted his glasses.
“I’m fine now. No need.”
“Pretty sharp tone. How about this: after today’s session, I’ll judge if you’re ready to graduate.”
Refuse. Refuse. Refuse.
“No, it’s fine. I’m not hurt… no more fear of monsters. And here—returning this.”
I placed the duffel of tools on the table.
He checked, chuckled softly.
“Sia, your strength is a castle on sand. Without upkeep, it crumbles. The root fear isn’t gone—we just suppress it together.”
“But…”
“Hold on.”
Mocking my resolve, he flipped the metronome switch.
Regular rhythm. Don’t listen. If I do…
“Think of it as final verification: are you perfectly independent without me?”
Against my will, muscles relaxed.
“Here, your usual pill.”
I swallowed it with water, no doubt.
“Good girl.”
This was the unease source. This pill makes me weird. Dangerous. Stop it. No—slash him. Where’s my sword?
He whispered in my ear.
“What’re you doing with that dildo in your hand?”
“What…?”
Dildo, not sword?
“Doesn’t matter…”
Sword Saint’s Blessing lets me cut steel with a twig.
“Really? Sure about that?”
My rigid spine softened languidly; the vibrator’s presence sharpened between my legs.
“Hng…♡”
A lewd moan escaped unwittingly.
“Still a ways to go, Sia.”
He approached. Heel clicks mixed with metronome, mind fogging.
His hand caressed my cheek—light touch nearly buckled my knees.
“Now, take off that dress yourself?”
Must refuse… this shameless demand.
“Yesss…♡”
Couldn’t. My hands—the ones that just felled monsters—slid the straps down.
His lecherous gaze raking me. Disgusting.
“Hm. Suggestions took well.”
…? Suggestions? Ugh, head hurts.
He tapped his phone; a quest appeared.
Play the good doggy. Receive your manager’s cum orally.
What? Receive cum orally? No time to think—he clapped downward.
“Sia’s a doggy! Sit!”
“Woof! Woof!”
I knelt at his feet.
His pants dropped; his tiny dick peeked like a turtle.
Even erect, fist-sized. Smaller than my unique sword Griffon’s hilt, maybe.
But why did I crave this little cock so much!
“Didn’t wash for three days—for you.”
“Thank you.”
This smell… my favorite. Want to bury my nose, but no permission.
I never let anyone touch my hair. Except him. Happy.
“P-Please… permission…”
“Good. Fetch!”
Nom! Pungent scent stabbed my brain. Melting…♡♡
Tongue savoring slowly, it swelled.
“That’s it… good, Sia.”
He gripped, shook my head wildly.
Why am I doing this? To grow as hunter, must follow quests… for the quest. Quest.
“Ngh! Gonna cum.”
“Mmmph…”
He clutched, thrashed my invincible Sword Saint head…!
“Sia, swallow!”
Spurt-spurt. Sticky cum filled my mouth.
Doubts drowned in white.
I opened, showed him the load.
“Ahh~”
“Oops. Lost a pube?”
“Aaaang? Nyaang?”
“Yeah. Swallow now.”
Gulp. Gulp. Jelly-like, sticking in throat.
“Urk.”
Belched cum. Scent flooded, body felt cum-drenched.
Fellatio stat increased.
“Stats up. Thank you for the gift.”
“No biggie. Heh.”
Grinning, pleased. Wish he’d cum more.
He lit a cigarette, lounged.
“Fuu—”
“Cough. Cough. No smoking indoors.”
“Shut up and suck while I savor.”
“Yes…”
After long sucking, he seemed satisfied.
“Good. Now, pod for treatment.”
Into the Incubation Pod. He attached sensors and wires to my body. I locked the collar-like shackle myself.
Something wrong…!
Glass sealed, green fluid filled. Cold.
Bubble-bubble—then his mocking laugh outside.
“To think I can turn the Sword Princess into a sex slave so easily. Hunters really believe status windows and quests blindly? Hahaha.”
What…?
“A bit smarter, and she’d have slit my throat. Guess a week of solid training?”
Instantly, intense current and vibrations wracked me.
“Haaang! Hngguuuut…!”
Moan burst; back arched bow-like. Mind blanked white—orgasm.
A new quest appeared.
