Artemis (2): Human Disqualification

I rolled my tongue from my molars to my gums, kneading Master's semen until it soaked in without leaving a single drop behind. That fishy, thick flavor was, to me, sweeter than any food in the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠world—a nutritious elixir.

"Swallow."

Gulp, gulp. The hot liquid sliding down my throat felt all too fleeting. I swallowed every last drop without wasting any, then smacked my lips.

"Thank you for the meal, Master."

Like a puppy begging for praise, I tried to suck out even the remnants clinging to his urethra. But Hyun-woo yanked my head back roughly, stopping me.

Master stroked the back of my neck before attaching something there, then turned on his heel.

Again...? He's not going to hold me anymore? Teasing me like this, why won't he use my heated-up pussy? How many times has it been now...! Has Master grown tired of me?

I couldn't remember the last time he'd laid me on the bed and whispered that he loved me. Hiiing. Of course, satisfying him as a sex toy made me happy, but sometimes I missed the old days—when he'd torment my pussy and ass for hours on the bed... Cock press, too. I longed for the times when I'd straddle Master and shake my hips on my own.

But he was drifting away again. Why? What's going on? Is this what they call a rut, that thing you only hear about?

I had no idea. It even pissed me off when Hyun-woo grabbed my wrist and pulled.

But an onahole can't do that...

"Alright, let's remove the gag from our new toy. I'm dying to hear what she'll say."

The moment he pulled the gag from Yumi's mouth, she gasped for air and screamed.

"Unnie! Snap out of it! What the hell did these bastards do to you? Did they drug you or something?!"

Her eyes burned with worry for me and murderous rage toward the two men responsible.

"So it was you guys! I knew something was off since the hospital! Hyun-woo Lee, and you—Dr. Lee Hyun-seong! Get away from my unnie right now, you fucking trash!"

Master clapped as if it were the most entertaining show.

"Bravo. So brave. But you're mistaken about one thing."

"Shut up! Once I get out of here, I'll tell the whole world about your crimes! I'll report you to the Association, tell the guild...!"

"Your mouth is the problem. Your mouth."

Master clicked his tongue. "Bro, put the gag back on. Yee-haw!"

Yumi wailed. "Get off unnie! Unnie, why are you doing this? Is it because of me? Are you forced to because they have me hostage?"

"... "

"Say something!"

He pulled a syringe from the table.

"Too chatty. So noisy."

As he approached Yumi, she resisted desperately.

"Stay back! Get away, you demonic fuck!"

She bared her teeth, ready to bite.

"Oh dear. If you bare your teeth like that, you become unusable. Hyun-woo!"

"Yes, bro."

Hyun-woo climbed off my back.

"What're you gonna do?!"

"This!"

He grabbed Yumi's hair and slammed her down.

"You fucking bitch, still don't know your place?!"

He slapped her cheeks hard several times.

Slap— slap— I could only watch. Better than her dying...

"Come to think of it, all my suffering is because of you! Huh? Go on, keep talking. Pervert this, pervert that."

But Yumi didn't cry.

"Trash who hits women. Ptoo."

Instead, she licked her bloodied lip, spat, and sneered at Hyun-woo.

"Just die."

"You, you fucking...!"

As Hyun-woo raised his fist, Master stopped him.

"Hyun-woo, enough."

"Why, bro? Let's turn this bitch into a slave too."

"That's enough. She's a premium healer product. We'll break her in and use her as a public toilet. No fun if we ruin her too soon."

Self-heal? Public toilet? If it's a public toilet, isn't that...?

I let my imagination run wild.

Something like that? Anyway, she'll be happy...

"Sounds good. As a healer, she can heal her own pussy. We can pound her till it's worn out."

"Yeah, a high-class toilet that cleans itself even after a hundred users. Very useful."

My pussy twitched at their filthy conversation. No, this was jealousy. I envied the pleasure Yumi would endure.

"Who decided that? You think you can look down on me just 'cause I'm a healer...? Even I—"

"Even you what?"

"Why can't I use my skills?!"

Yumi tried to activate her skills but thrashed futilely against the restraints.

"Damn it! Fuck! Unnie's like this because of me..."

"Hmm."

Master looked down at Yumi like an intriguing insect.

"Pitiful. You still think your hero will save you."

He nodded toward me. "Sadly, the Sia Seong you knew... is already dead."

"What? What bullshit! Unnie's right there, alive!"

Yumi shook her head in disbelief.

"A shell being alive doesn't mean the person's alive."

"Wha... You stole her soul or some unscientific crap?!"

"Something like that."

Master pulled a small remote from his pocket. Sleek and black.

"Hunter Jeong Yumi. I'll now awaken the real Sia Seong who'll protect you. Watch."

He pressed a button.

Click—

I stood up, shedding the humiliating pose, and straightened rigidly.

"Won't you remove those filthy hands from my precious little sister?"

"Unnie!"

Hope bloomed in Yumi's eyes, her face lighting up.

"It's okay, Yumi! Don't worry! Everything's fine now. I'll save you!"

I reassured her while assessing the situation. Okay, glaring at Dr. Lee Hyun-seong.

"Hah."

The doctor grabbed Yumi's hair and yanked her in front of him, pressing a cold syringe needle to her throat.

"Don't move, Sia Seong. One twitch, and a pretty red line will grace your dear friend's neck."

He held Yumi hostage, threatening me.

"You think that cheap threat will work on me?"

Yumi cried desperately. "Ignore me! Slice these bastards! You can do it, unnie!"

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Hyun-woo panicked at the sudden shift. "Bro, what the hell? This okay? We're dead, bro."

"Shh. Just watch. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠It'll be entertaining."

I opened my inventory.

I drew my alter ego, the Guardian Sword—a white dildo.

Aimed it at them. But...

Grind. I clenched my teeth hard. What? Attacks not permitted...?

I'll get past this easily.

"My sword cuts what I desire. No reason it can't slice trash like you!"

I boasted before them.

"I'm S-rank hunter Sword Princess Sia Seong, inheritor of the Sword Saint's Blessing. Don't underestimate me!"

Yumi shook her head. Her throat choked up, tears on the verge of spilling.

"Unnie doesn't say stuff like that. You hate calling yourself Sword Princess. What happened... sob..."

"Release Yumi now, or I'll... Master..."

The doctor grinned.

"Master what?"

"Not worth talking to."

I closed my eyes, focusing my mana. The realm where my will becomes sword, and sword becomes me.

A woman's swordsmanship stems from hip movements that please males most.

I spread my legs and shoved the dildo into my pussy hole.

Yumi's face twisted.

"Unnie... What did you pull from inventory, and what the hell are you doing?! Snap out of it, please!"

"Just a sec♡ I'll be quick!"

The vibrating dildo whirred in my pussy, making me wobble. Legs spread in an M, dildo plugged in, I began shaking my ass up and down furiously.

This was the bitch's secret technique: squeezing out the enemy's semen completely to neutralize them.

In the position that pleases men most, I shook my hips at empty air. With fierce spirit.

"Haaang! Heut! Urng!♡ Aaang♡"

"Hahahahaha!"

Master and Hyun-woo burst into mad laughter at the sight.

"What's so funny? Whip out your cocks fair and square."

"What do you think, Jeong Yumi? That's the true face of the Sword Princess you believed in."

Hahaha, kekeke—mocking laughter filled the clinic.

"What nonsense! I... I'm the noble... Sword Princess. Release Yumi now, or—"

This was to milk semen...

"Unnie, please stop! I can't watch. It's too embarrassing... Too painful."

I could see the spark of hope fading from her.

Why? I was shaking my hips seductively so hard?

Hyun-woo slapped the doctor's shoulder, laughing till his sides hurt.

"Kekekeke, bro, what'd you do?"

"High-class clients like feisty bitches. Fun breaking them. But if she swung a real sword, it'd be trouble."

"Ah, so you twisted her personality like this?"

"Shh, too soon for that."

"Still, can't unsee this. Too pathetic, vulgar, sexy—no, just hilarious?"

"Needs tuning. Sword doesn't swing, but keeps the haughty bitch's cheekiness, toned down to bounce nicely."

"Sounds tricky. Manipulating emotions."

"Alright, then..."

Master withdrew the syringe from Yumi's throat and approached me slowly.

"Don't come closer. Can't use force on civilians. But I'll milk your semen!"

I threatened nonstop, shaking my hips.

"Try it. Then save Jeong Yumi Hunter in the meantime?"

"Stay back. I'm the Sword Princess... You scum, I'll—"

He tapped my forehead.

"This tin can's still prototype. Brainless parrot, not even a millionth of the original."

He stroked my cheek creepily.

"Hardest part's replicating the self. Coding gets tangled."

His touch made my hairs stand on end... But I couldn't shake it off... Why! I felt so powerless, unable to do anything.

"Coward, whip out your cock first..."

Every man's weakness is his dick. If I wrap my pussy around it, he's done...!

Hyun-woo jumped up. "Milk me first! Let's compete!"

"Come on."

"Stop! Stop! Unnie, please! Stop, hic-sob..."

Dr. Lee Hyun-seong wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Curious, right? How I turned this woman into my perfect toy."

"No, I don't wanna hear it...!"

Yumi screamed, but Master ignored her. He gently brushed my hair, reciting the cruel truth.

"I dosed her periodically with a special drug. Nanomachines."

"Nano... machines?"

"Yes. Billions of tiny machines, invisible to the eye. They course through her veins, dominating her brain and nerves. That's how I control her as I wish."

Like unveiling a great scientific discovery, he explained proudly.

"Pills, injections, even bodily fluids—now even a nipple flick makes her go into heat."

He flicked my nipple lightly.

"Heut!"

I twisted my waist with an involuntary moan.

"No... That's why she was so sensitive in the tub...?"

He turned my chin creepily, licking from my lips to my nose with his tongue.

"Hunter Jeong Yumi. Know how many red blood cells a human has?"

"No! I don't know crap like that!"

"25 trillion. And today's nanomachine count in her, head to toe: about 10 billion."

"10 billion...?"

"Yes. 10 billion tiny robots controlling her body and mind perfectly, 24/7. My greatest masterpiece..."

"Since when..."

She barely asked.

"When exactly... did you start this inhuman shit to my unnie..."

"Let's see, back when she was a green A-rank ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hunter, maybe."

He toyed with my hair, reciting the cruelty.

"Quests were most effective. Make her think she achieved it willingly, reward with sweet pleasure. The brain mistakes it for right, chases dopamine like an idiot."

"Quests..."

Yumi muttered, realizing something.

"Unnie's been doing solo quests lately... That's when. That's when she started acting weird..."

"And lucky us—Hunter Jeong Yumi brings in the fainted Sword Saint to our hospital just in time."

Grind, grind. Yumi gnashed her teeth. Her lips stained crimson with blood.

"Why... tell me all this?"

"Well, you'll be like this soon enough?"

"Psycho fuck."

"Heard that compliment a lot."