Sword Saint Sia Seong (3): Peeling Away the Sword Princess

I'm an S-rank hunter in South Korea. Sia Seong, the Sword Princess blessed by the Sword Saint's Blessing.

I fought desperately to keep reminding myself who I was, so I wouldn't forget myself. But how long are they going to torment me like this?! The inside of the incubation pod was a green slime-filled hell. The liquid allowed breathing without issue, but the sensation of water filling my lungs was utterly repulsive. The biggest problem was there was no clock—I had no idea how much time had passed.

After nine orgasms, I was left abandoned in this cold liquid, my entire body burning with the unquenched thirst of that final one.

"Hic... ugh... please...."

My body, like a bitch in heat, twitched on its own, craving the next stimulation.

Weeeeng— Suddenly, the pod's internal systems activated.

Pshhh— Liquid injected from the thin tube connected to the nape of my neck.

"Hyaak!"

As the unidentified drug spread through my veins, my skin became so hypersensitive that even a feather's touch would make me convulse. Even the sensation of the liquid brushing against me turned into unbearable pleasure. My lower abdomen grew scorching hot, like a furnace ready to receive a great sword. Even without the cable bundles tormenting my nipples....

- Resuming training records.

A voice echoed from the headgear. At the same time, humiliating records of myself began playing relentlessly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the screen before my eyes.

I was lounging on the sofa, fondling my pussy.

"This is your room, and no one's here. You're just relieving stress through masturbation."

"Haa...."

"Try stimulating your clitoris by circling it clockwise?"

I was sitting on the sofa, and the doctor stood there with his pants down to his knees.

"Sia. No teeth. Try licking the tip with your tongue? That's called the glans."

"The hair's covering it, so I can't tell which side is the tip or the glans. Is a man's thing normally this small?"

"How rude. Looks like you need more education."

"I'm sorry."

The day I naturally tied my hair back to give fellatio. I peeled back the skin around the cock. Inside the foreskin was white, foul-smelling gunk stuck to it, which I spat out onto tissue. It was like rotten cheese—they called it smegma. Apparently, it forms if you don't wash.

"Please wash a bit, Doctor. It stinks."

The doctor said I'd have to clean it periodically from now on. Then, right after I started fellatio, he came in just one minute.

"Since you're already getting the hang of it, you must have a talent for blowjobs, Sia."

He stroked my head in praise. I licked every bit of semen residue clean, gathered it together, and swallowed. Like savoring a delicacy.... That's what semen cleaning was. The doctor was teaching me the etiquette of a female.

The neural connection ravaging my entire body directly stimulated my brain, forcibly imprinting that this was my reality.

Pababat— And then, perhaps the video I wanted to deny the most began playing.

First experience? On screen, I was twenty years old, before transferring to the Hunter Association, sitting on the bed in his psychological treatment room. That day, the counseling session dragged on unusually long, and he handed me an ampoule filled with thick purple liquid, calling it a special medicine.

"Doctor, what's this? The color's different from the usual meds...."

"It's a miracle drug that will completely erase the fear inside you and instill confidence. It might make you dizzy, so rest here a bit."

The effects hit immediately.

Tick-tock, tick-tock— A metronome sat on the side table. I closed my eyes, staggering as I perched on the white sheets. He naturally took the seat beside me.

"Sia."

"Yes."

"You're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. To think someone with such delicate hands wields a sword as a hunter. You've been through a lot, haven't you?"

"Yes. It was tough. Really tough."

"I can't take your pain for you, but I can share it with you. Only I can understand the suffering of a hunter. Don't you think so?"

"Maybe...."

His hand gently enveloped mine. Soon, he laid me down and removed his gown and shirt.

"What are you doing, Doctor? You can't do this.... Is this part of the treatment too?"

I turned my head away, seeing his naked body for the first time.

"No. This isn't as a doctor. Sia, you're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"No way."

He grabbed my hand firmly.

"To think someone with such delicate hands became a hunter wielding a sword. How tough it must have been."

"It was tough. Really tough."

"As a doctor—no, as a man, it breaks my heart. I can't take your pain for you, but I can share it. Only I can understand the agony you go through. Don't you think so?"

"Maybe. But this...."

I fidgeted helplessly, crossing and uncrossing my legs. He knelt over my stomach like he was mounting me and shook his cock.

"Look, Master's cock is rock-hard because of you."

"If that's the case, I'll service it with my mouth like always."

"No. I don't think mouth will cut it anymore. If I can't relieve this, I might not be able to see you as my patient."

"What about my treatment then?"

"I'd have to introduce you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to another skilled doctor."

"But.... Only you understood me, Doctor. Thanks to you, my rank went up, and I even got scouting offers from guilds. Why?"

"It means I can't see you just as a patient anymore. If a doctor doing mental care for hunters gets into an improper relationship with one, I can't keep doing this job."

"Improper? What does that mean?"

His hand cupped my cheek, and he softly pressed his lips to mine. His tongue skillfully pried into my startled, rigid mouth. The first taste of another's saliva and breath. I couldn't push him away. My body had no strength left. My first kiss with a man. Or wait, my first kiss was probably with a cock, wasn't it? Pathetic to have kissed a dick first.

"I love you. What about you?"

"I...."

I covered my flushed face with both hands.

"If you don't know, ask your body."

"Hnght...! Doctor, wait...!"

"You don't like it?"

"At least turn off the light?"

"Your body is so beautiful, why?"

"My stomach's sticking out...."

"Alright."

"...Since it's my first time, please lead gently."

"Leave it to me. I'll give you a shot to make you forget everything."

He rose briefly and picked something up from the metronome.

"What's that?"

"A condom. You really are a virgin. Didn't the boys leave you alone?"

He awkwardly rolled the condom onto himself with clumsy hands. It had the awkwardness of a man who'd never been with a proper woman, following a manual.

"Here it goes."

"No mood at all."

He positioned himself between my legs and cautiously thrust his hips. Something warm and blunt touched my most delicate flesh. He panted, trying to push in bit by bit. But I tilted my head. Is this... right? It was nothing like I'd imagined. No pain, no overwhelming pleasure. Just a lukewarm something hovering at the entrance. Out of pure curiosity, without malice, I asked,

"Um... Doctor... did it... go in? I... can't really tell...."

At those words, the doctor's movements froze like stone. His gentle eyes turned beastly, mixed with shame and rage. My innocent question had stabbed like a dagger into his male pride.

"This bitch thinks it's easy!"

Without a word, he brutally gripped my pelvis. His grip crushed like it would shatter bone.

"Hngh...! Doctor, why so suddenly...!"

In response, he slammed his hips upward like a beast. Ignoring my plea for gentleness. Merciless motion. Regardless of size, the violent thrust at the wrong angle tore me apart inside.

"Hyaaak! Ah, it hurts...! It hurts! I'm sorry! It hurts!"

The 20-year-old virgin on screen bled red onto the sheets. At the same time, the cables clinging to my vaginal walls writhed, recreating the agony of a torn hymen. Even amid this, I couldn't shake the thought that his lines were cringy.

The doctor, holding 20-year-old me, waited for the blood to stop, then started moving again.

"It's okay. You'll adapt, and it won't hurt. It'll feel good soon. Plus, you have Regeneration's Blessing."

On screen, I shook my hips while crying, my moans gradually turning coquettish. To salve his wounded pride, he pistoned his hips madly.

"Haaang...! Doctor...! Ah, ah! Weird...! My body...!"

Before I knew it, I spread my legs wide, hugged his back, and let out moans.

"Ah! Ahng! Something's wrong with me. Feels like I'm gonna pee!"

"That's cumming."

"C-cum...! Aaaang♡"

Just watching the video was driving me insane. Blurp— Endless love juices gushed from my spasming pussy, meeting the surrounding cold liquid, steaming like haze before bubbling up as foam.

I want to cum too. But I can't. The stimulation grew more devious. Stopping right before climax, halting at the most sensitive moments—endless edging torture. I couldn't cum. Couldn't release. Left teetering on the dam's collapse, I felt like I was going mad.

The non-existent memory of my first time was forcibly etched into my brain through physical stimulation. I'd long lost my virginity. That meant I'd been the doctor's woman for ages. This proposition burrowed into my mind as irrefutable truth.

Chijijik—Pop!

Time jumped to day 50. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The title held two incompatible words. Second virgin loss?

As I entered the clinic, I bounced around in uncontrollable joy, bragging.

"I-I did it! The Hunter Association officially promoted me to A-rank hunter! It's all thanks to Master's clinic!"

I waved my A-rank hunter license happily. He hugged me, laid me on the bed, and tossed a condom from the drawer.

"Here, put it on yourself. With your mouth."

"Don't underestimate an A-rank hunter, Master."

I naturally tore open the packaging and pursed my lips. Using tongue and lips, I rolled the latex down.

"Good bitch."

He smiled in satisfaction, spread my legs, and thrust.

Now, I no longer felt pain. Instead, as he entered me, a sense of fullness made my hips arch.

"You're not an A-rank hunter—you're an A-rank pussy!"

Yet blood was flowing from my pussy again, just like before.

"Haaang...♡ Master...♡ So good...! Harder, harder...♡"

As he ravaged my body, he grabbed my face with one hand and turned it toward his phone camera.

"Introduce yourself, Sia. To commemorate becoming an A-rank hunter."

I resisted taking photos a few times, but he pulled some trick.

"...I am... A-rank hunter Sia Seong...."

Saying my epithet Sword Princess in this situation was so humiliating my voice shrank.

"Wrong. Again. 'I am Master's bitch Sia Seong.'"

"M-Master's... bitch."

"Tsk."

"Master's bitch Sia Seong."

"Good girl. I'll teach you ahegao. Make a V."

He made me form Vs with both hands.

"Hngk. Hngk."

Soon after, he held me and came pathetically. He removed the condom, tied it off, and brought the hot, heavy semen-filled latex to my mouth.

"Finish up. Open wide."

I bit down on the condom. Through the latex seeped the fishy scent, mixed with virgin blood and love juices.

Click. He photographed it.

Did I really take such a vulgar photo? After that came the doctor's monologue wrapping up the log.

The video looped relentlessly, showing only what it wanted. The problem was, right as I neared climax, these damn machines would stop.

"Hic... please... just once... let me cum... let me cum...!"

No answer came to my desperate pleas. How much time passed? Two days? A week? I couldn't distinguish day from night. My sense of time was shattered. A hundred, a thousand times, I watched the same videos, my insides stimulated until climax—then stopped. Edging torture.

I want to cum. I want to cum.♡♡ If I could just cum, I'd do anything.♡♡♡

I reflected on my sins. This is my fault. Come to think of it, he got mad when I said I was quitting the mental clinic. Crazy. Sia Seong. How could you say such rude things to Master? My fault. My fault....

As my mind grew hazy, a new system window appeared before my eyes.

My vision went dark.