Shedding the Sword Princess Shell

Ding—! A quest window popped up right in front of my eyes.

The moment I read the final line, the blood ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in my veins turned ice-cold. Remove the blessing? The Sword Saint's Blessing was the foundation that had turned me from a mere coward into an S-rank hunter. All my abilities had bloomed from it. Losing that root meant the erasure of Sia Seong the hunter. It meant reverting to the powerless human who trembled even before goblins. Falling from S-rank grace in the blink of an eye.

"No... I don't want this...!" My scream scattered like bubbles in the pod's liquid.

I can endure this. I'm the Sword Princess. If I just keep my mind straight, I won't crumble to mere stimulation like this. I gritted my teeth. My will is like my sword—tempered crossing countless brushes with death. Even if my body reacts on its own, my spirit won't submit. The noble Sword Saint won't be defiled by such lewd sensations. The Sword Princess doesn't yield.

"Hahaha, resisting now? Sia, quests are absolute. You hunters know that better than anyone."

Lee Hyun-seong's voice echoed through the pod's external speaker, dripping with mockery.

"You can't defy the system's commands. Didn't you gain all that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠strength thanks to this system? So just obey obediently, Hunter Sia Seong, Sword Princess."

He was right. After awakening, this system and its quests had been the driving force behind my growth. But they were also the invisible shackles around my neck. I'd never once refused a quest. No, I'd never even considered it.

Wait...! Then why is the doctor speaking as if he knows the details of my quest? Is it the electric shocks messing with my thoughts? Or maybe because I never invested in my intelligence stat, like he advised?

"Trying to suppress pleasure with mental fortitude alone? Got a mental resistance skill or something?"

He placed his hand on a lever. Danger♡ Instinct screamed it was bad news. As if I'd experienced it before.

"Good. Haven't used this in a while?"

Kiiik— He pulled the lever, and the pod's inner walls filled with more fluid as slender metal tentacles extended. Snake-like, they writhed alive, coiling around my body. They latched precisely onto my nipples, clitoris, and the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

"Wh-what is this...! Get them off!"

"Alright, shall we begin? Seeing Korea's top goddess, the Sword Princess, break again... what a treat."

Zzzzt—! Dozens of sensors protruded from the pod walls, unleashing powerful electric jolts.

"Ah♡♡♡"

It wasn't mere pain. It targeted only the pleasure nerves with relentless precision.

"Hng♡ Ah, aaaang♡"

And those tentacle-things softly pinched, rubbed, and flicked my nipples. The one around my clit circled obsessively like a tongue.

"Haaang! Stop... please... stooop...! Turn it off♡"

Neural connection probe feels so good ♡♡♡

No. I didn't orgasm!

"Eeeek. Uggggh."

The first climax swept through like a storm. My body went limp. As I tried to catch my breath, the second wave crashed mercilessly right after.

It's fine. Just don't lose your mind. This is torture, nothing more. I won't submit to torture.

"Ho, holding out well? As expected of an S-rank hunter."

He was grinning at my physiological data on the hologram monitor—heart rate, brainwaves, hormone levels, all my secrets laid bare before him, perhaps.

"Haaang! N-nooo...! I... am the Sword Princess... pure and... noble...!"

My resistance was futile. Even chanting I am the noble Sword Princess in my head a hundred times, my body betrayed me honestly, melting into the pleasure. My womb spasmed, legs spread on their own. As if it knew exactly how to feel even better.

"Ah♡, ahng♡...! I'm cumming♡...! Again, again cumming♡...!"

Successive climaxes flashed my vision white. Thought paralyzed, only sensation ruled me. My womb burned hot.

"Kukuku."

The horror was how his voice made me even more aroused—I loathed myself for it. My back arched like a bow from the relentless stimulation. But I bit my lip desperately, swallowing moans.

"Stubborn, aren't you? But Sia, what if that noble Sword Princess you're clinging to was a mirage that never existed to begin with?"

What nonsense is that?

"You don't remember, so let me show you."

The glass wall before me blackened into a massive screen. A date appeared, and footage played.

The video showed me exactly one year ago—younger, terrified. Probably my first day at the clinic. I'd awakened as a hunter but suffered mental trauma like countless female hunters before me. The Hunter Association offered psychological support, so I'd mustered the courage to come.

On-screen, I was sobbing before the doctor.

"Sob sob, Doctor. I received the Sword Saint's Blessing... What do I do? I enter the dungeon, but the monsters scare me so much."

"Scared?"

"Yes. Seeing blood spray and flesh tear right in front of me... I just freeze. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'm sorry to my party members, and I don't know what to do..."

The doctor smiled kindly, patting my shoulder.

"It's alright, Hunter Sia Seong. That's a perfectly normal human reaction."

"Can I survive as a hunter? No, I don't even want to be one."

"I understand. You've awakened a special power different from others, but your heart is fragile. Still, awakening as a hunter means you have the ability to protect this country. I'm jealous—you have the power to avert the world's end?"

"Then you take it, Doctor! Why me?!"

"Your breathing's rapid. Take your time; I'll listen to everything."

I bawled, spilling unasked info: my hunter status window, the blessing, even the quests. He listened silently. It felt relieving. That's what psychiatrists do, I thought.

"Sorry. I just dumped everything on you. But it feels better now."

"No problem. I'll do my utmost to help you thrive as a hunter from here on."

His inner monologue overlaid as voiceover.

On-screen, he handed me a small pill.

"I'll prescribe something to stabilize your mind. Take this, and fear turns to courage."

I swallowed it without suspicion. The same pill I'd taken daily ever since.

"No issues with seeing a psychiatrist, right?"

"Records aren't shared externally, and consultations or prescriptions are confidential. Don't worry."

"Phew, good."

The screen shifted.

I looked much calmer.

"Thanks to you, Doctor, I can finally fight. But killing monsters brings guilt every time."

He cut in gently.

"Guilt? No, Hunter Sia. You enter gates, clear dungeons, preventing world collapse—protecting this nation in a noble mission. Uncleared gates mean doom."

"Right."

"So think of it as purification, not killing?"

"Purification?"

"Yes. Monsters are loathsome bugs; you're exterminating them. No guilt swatting mosquitoes, right?"

"True. Mosquitoes. But cockroaches are gross."

"Use that disgust as fuel. Each kill cleanses the world. You're just fulfilling your hunter duty—no need for guilt."

Use disgust as fuel. His words etched into my brain.

"Got a rare item in the dungeon! Thanks, Doctor! All thanks to you. Hehe."

On-screen, I hugged a sword from slaying a boss—pre-Griffon era, when I'd started pulling my weight as Hunter Sia Seong.

I shared another worry. We'd grown closer, maybe. More personal talk.

"But coming home, the blood smell on my clothes grosses me out. And dungeon nightmares cause insomnia. What now?"

"How about wearing your uniform only for gate entries?"

"Uniform?"

"Separate work and private life. Self-suggestion. Split human Sia Seong from hunter Sia Seong? Clothes make the person. Uniform only for work distinguishes hunter mode from normal life. Eases the mind."

"Split egos... Great idea! I'll get one fitted. My late dad was military!"

Flash—! The consultation footage cut, title changing abruptly.

Training log...?

"Sia, don't bottle up combat stress. Best relief? Comfort your own body."

"Comfort my body?"

"You don't get it."

Drug-glazed eyes, I appeared on-screen. Doctor switched to casual speech.

"Consultations need comfort, right? Chest tight? Undo your shirt buttons?"

I obeyed, unbuttoning slowly, hesitantly cupping my breasts, sliding down.

No. That's not me. I've never done that. Hired a lookalike actress? Deepfake AI, probably.

I scoffed. No memory of such filth.

"Cute teddy bear panties."

"Really? Don't care much about underwear."

"Bra from mom too, huh. So, Sia, how often do you masturbate weekly?"

"Masturbate? Not really."

"Be honest. All confidential."

"I don't. Isn't asking rude?"

"Oh? Then rephrase: You stress big entering dungeons?"

"Yes..."

"Masturbate then for relief. Healthy medical act for emotional stability."

"Masturbation relieves stress...? You do it too, Doctor?"

"Of course. Daily. Do it regularly like me. Try now?"

"Here?"

"Fine. Pretend you're home alone. No one's here."

"Right. No one's here."

Tick-tock— Tick-tock— Metronome-synced, on-screen me panted to his low voice, fingers descending.

Squelch—

"This is your room. No parents to interrupt."

"My room."

"Strip to teddy panties, lie on sofa, masturbate. Good?"

"Masturbation relieves stress. Hnng...."

Squelch squelch—

"Easy."

Clinic's plush sofa. Doctor lounged; I knelt at his feet, eyes fully submissive. I unbuckled his pants, taking that grotesque cock in my mouth. Not mechanical—devoted service, knowing how to please him. He gripped my hair, pressing down.

"Gonna cum."

"Guhk... Doctor, it hurts!"

"Sia, take it!"

Spurt—

"Ah~ Do it."

"Aa♡"

I opened wide, holding semen in my mouth.

"Swallow."

Gulp—

"Semen sticking everywhere? Your fault, Sia—clean the dick."

"Yes... I'll clean."

Lick- lick- As my juices dripped, he stroked my head.

"Good girl. Sia, what do you call me now?"

Whisper like crawling ants:

"...Master....♡"

Training logs flashed by rapidly. My heart, my mind—shattering. The pride I guarded. The will I resisted with. All crushed and tamed a year ago. I wasn't the Sword Princess—I'd been his slave long before. A sex slave ordered to clean cock. Nausea surged.

Ah... Aaa... Aaaaaah!!!!

My inner scream erupted. Mental walls crumbled; suppressed pleasure flooded like a dam burst.

"Ugh...♡ Haaang♡! Ahng♡ Aaang♡"

No reason to hold back moans or resist now. Video humiliation overlapped my convulsing, pleasure-soaked body. Not Sword Princess, but sex slave? That's me, Sia Seong? Shame amplified pleasure like fuel.

"Yes, that's it! Remembering now? Love that expression. So slutty and rag-like, Sia!"

"Aaa—!!!!♡♡"

I surrendered to the neural tubes. No—craved them. Party members' "noble crane" taunts echoed hallucinatory. I was just a pleasure-drowned bitch yipping.

"Haaang! More... more please...! Master...! I'm... yours...! Break me more...!"

I begged myself. Stimulation paused; amid 9th climax afterglow, panting, his voice came.

"Yes, finally honest. My Sia."

He chuckled satisfied.

"Hah... hah."

Just one more. 10th finishes the quest.

"Quick... the last..."

I whispered pleadingly. But he mocked my hopes.

"No. Stopping here today."

"...Huh?"

"Love that desperate face. I'll satisfy after savoring this thirst fully."

Sensors dimmed, detaching. Quest incomplete.

"Please..."

Just a bit more, I'd have cum. Leaving like this risks losing the blessing.

"Resume after thirst peaks. Two days of proper personality adjustment. No more arrogance."

"Nooo....♡ M-Master!"

Trapped in bubbling liquid.

"Griffon unique item seems cause of mental defense. Steal it?"

Whistling, Lee Hyun-seong left.