S-Class Summoner Yoo Cheon-woo (1): The Legendary Colossal Cock

"Sold!"

It was hard to believe that I'd just become a whore worth a staggering 50 billion won in Korean currency.

S-Class Summoner Hunter Yoo Cheon-woo. He approached the stage with the leisurely smile of a victor, trailed by the envious stares of Ma Do-jun and the others.

Dr. Lee Hyun-seong came over and placed my hand in his. Just like a father handing off the bride to the groom at a wedding.

"Per the rules, ownership of the Sword Saint is yours for the next 24 hours, Master Yoo Cheon-woo."

"Just one day? A shame. But it means I can do anything I want with her, right?"

Yoo Cheon-woo grabbed my chin, lifting it as he appraised me like an object up for inspection.

"That's the rule."

"Hand over that remote first, then."

"Of course."

Lee Hyun-seong passed the remote to Yoo Cheon-woo.

"I heard the rundown, but... control is fully mine now?"

"I'll take care of it right away."

I was now completely in his grasp.

"Done."

"It is? I wouldn't know."

"Give any command."

"Ahem, Sia Seong. Point your sword at Master Lee Hyun-seong's throat."

"What the hell are you doing?!"

With a mechanical whir, my body moved on its own, drawing my sword. Shing—I held it to Lee Hyun-seong's neck.

"Urk...!"

Electric shocks wracked me from head to toe, forcing out a pained groan. Yeom Hwa-rin drew her staff, aiming it at me. The tension was razor-sharp.

Yoo Cheon-woo stroked his chin.

"A minimal safety measure, huh?"

"Just in case."

"Fine, I get that she obeys. But first..."

He snapped his fingers, and something materialized in the air—a torrent of water like a waterfall poured over me from head to toe, washing away the traces of the auction.

Then he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

"These people got such a show—shouldn't there be something in it for them, Master Lee Hyun-seong?"

Lee Hyun-seong boomed that he'd cover all the drinks and food for the night. The auction hall erupted into a frenzy, the heat morphing straight into a wild party.

"I'll head out first, then. See you later."

Just like that? Letting me go so easily? Didn't he have some scheme?

After the auction disclaimers, I was released. I let Yoo Cheon-woo drag me along, covered up as we moved. He escorted me gently, like I was a fragile glass doll.

But the remote in his hand was a stark reminder that ours wasn't an equal relationship...

A black limousine waited with a silent driver who opened the door without a word. I sank into the plush leather rear seat. The interior was spacious and luxurious enough to pass for a small room.

The car glided smoothly away, Seoul's dawn blurring past the windows.

I broke the awkward silence.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

"What am I thinking? I want to ask you that. How's it feel? The mighty Sword Princess turned whore."

"Answer me first. Burning 50 billion in one night? Are you insane?"

My sharp tone only made him chuckle, amused.

"One night? Sure, on the surface. Just one night."

"...?"

"You don't think I'd blow 50 billion on a simple fuck, do you, sis?"

"Then what do you plan?"

"I plan to make you mine completely within 24 hours. 50 billion's a bargain for an S-rank—the self-proclaimed strongest."

"Hmph, think you can? And I am the strongest."

I let out a disbelieving scoff. He toyed with the remote.

"Impressive spirit, calling yourself the strongest even now. Wonder how long that'll last."

"You'll see."

I bluffed boldly, but anxiety gnawed at me. This man exuded a different kind of overwhelming masculine aura than Dr. Lee Hyun-seong.

He popped the cork on a chilled champagne bottle.

"Care for a glass?"

"Pass."

He sipped his, smoothly changing the subject.

"Anyway, we should settle on a title first."

"How about 'you fucking bastard'?"

"Nah, not bad, but try 'oppa'."

"No way."

I refused flatly.

"Be grateful I'm even using your name."

I'd expected him to force submission like Lee Hyun-seong. But he was surprisingly gentle.

"Fair enough. Can't force it. But soon you'll be sobbing it from those lips."

"In your dreams."

"Look forward to it—I'll make it happen."

His casual confidence unnerved me more than aggression would have. His eyes brimmed with certainty that he could possess me utterly.

My throat felt suddenly parched...

"Gimme... that glass."

He filled it. I clinked half-heartedly and downed it in one go.

I had questions burning: Why run a brothel like that? How long had he been at this? But I held back.

He didn't press me either, just admired my face like a priceless artwork...

The limo finally stopped at a massive mansion overlooking Seoul's skyline from on high. More a sleek, sky-piercing tower of modern luxury than a traditional estate.

"Out."

He stepped out first, offering a hand. I ignored it and exited alone.

The tower doors parted, overwhelming me with grandeur. Inside, lavish jewels and taxidermied rare magical beasts lined the space. Trophies from dungeon breaks...?

And the money—just how loaded was he to live in a palace like this?

Dozens of beautiful maids stood in a perfect line, bowing deeply.

"Master, you've arrived."

Some weren't even human. Cute cat-eared beastkin, rabbit-eared ones— a full harem of exotic races.

Yoo Cheon-woo had built his own异種族 harem.

"Cute, right? All tamed by me."

"Tamed...?"

"Mimi."

He called the rabbit-eared maid at the front.

"Yes, Master."

"This lady's a VIP. Probably the world's strongest swordswoman. Escort her to the bath politely and clean her up thoroughly."

"Understood, Master."

The rabbit beastkin Mimi approached, curtsying gracefully with her skirt.

"I'm Head Maid Mimi. An honor to serve you."

"Bring her to the bedroom once she's clean."

"Yes, Master. You're Hunter Sia Seong, correct? Please follow me."

No choice... I wanted a bath anyway. To scrub off the perfume, the semen and fluids burning my nostrils, to erase Artemis.

"Whoa..."

Mimi led me to a palace-like bathroom. The marble tub brimmed with steaming hot water scattered with rose petals—a full-on luxury spa.

Underworld bigshot? Yeah, Yoo Cheon-woo had the wealth to burn 50 billion, no doubt.

Then why me...? My life was comfortable enough, but this was another level of opulence.

Mimi deftly unfastened the body chains with gentle hands.

"Now, let me wash you, miss. Such flashy lingerie."

"I don't wear stuff like this normally..."

"I see. My apologies."

She guided me into the tub for easy access.

"You're truly stunning. The famed Sword Princess, in the flesh."

The warm water enveloped my tense body soothingly.

"I can handle it myself."

"Master's orders, miss."

"Right... no helping it."

Mimi added premium bath salts for foam, scrubbing every inch meticulously with a soft sponge.

"It'll be tough at first. But you'll get used to it. Master is merciful to his acknowledged possessions."

"I'm no one's possession..."

"Everyone says that."

Her touch was professional, treating me like precious treasure, erasing the other men's traces from Artemis.

Her gentle hands relaxed me; I surrendered to it. Pure devotion—no awkward touches, just top-tier service. The soft sponge whispers were ASMR bliss. The perfect water temp, scented bath, and Mimi's silky voice were so comforting, I nearly forgot my plight.

Mmm... So drowsy, drifting off.

What would become of me...?

"Master selected your outfit."

Post-bath, Mimi led me to the powder room. A stewardess uniform waited—skin-tight.

"Ugh..."

Short skirt, deep-plunging blouse. Realistic design made it perversely erotic.

"Allow me."

Mimi helped me dress. The skirt hugged my hips; the blouse strained against my chest.

"Ready. Master awaits in the bedroom."

I followed the cat-eared beastkin maid. She relayed a message en route.

We rode the elevator to the bedroom.

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For this?

"D-did you... call for me... Master?"

The white-haired hunk lounged on a plush sofa by the bed in a robe, sipping wine, waiting.

No choice. Play along.

"I-I'm... the Sword Saint Sia Seong... here ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to serve you tonight... Urk. Th-thank you for buying me. I'll provide the best service to your satisfaction."

He eyed me head to toe, smiling.

"My eye for quality never fails. Suits you perfectly."

He fiddled with the remote controlling me. I tensed, glaring, unsure what he'd do.

"Don't stand so stiff—come here. Time to prove your worth."

At his gesture, I approached reluctantly.

"Hmm. Let's test it."

He admired me up close, then pressed a button.

Click.

I blinked. Less than a second passed.

But everything changed. My stewardess uniform vanished. I lay naked on the bed, clothes shed like a snakeskin on the floor.

What the—?!

"...!"

"Hahaha! Priceless reaction. No memory at all?"

Yoo Cheon-woo laughed at my shock.

"That bastard Lee Hyun-seong made something incredible."

What...? How...?

After two such experiences, it hit me. Dr. Lee Hyun-seong could control my body with just the remote. I became a perfect puppet, consciousness gone, body hijacked.

If someone else fully seized my physical control, was I even me during blackouts?

"I prefer this, though. Better than 'oppa' or 'Master' whining..."

He untied his robe's sash.

"I'll claim you. With this."

The robe slipped off, revealing his perfectly honed, beast-like physique.

And at its center—that. I doubted my eyes.

"...!"

It dwarfed any man's I'd seen. He slapped it onto my face.

"I'll break you with this. Make you never forget."

Huge... Massive enough to blot my vision. A monstrous cock beyond human limits.

Unlike ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Lee Hyun-seong's, Yoo Cheon-woo's was a siege ram breaching walls. Thicker, longer than any black man's— a primal symbol of dominance no words captured.

A normal woman would split in two. I stared, entranced by its brutal size.

Veins writhed like snakes. He rubbed the glans on my cheek.

Schlick, schlick.

"Heh, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠strongest Sword Saint drooling already? Not submitting yet, are you?"

"N-no... Who said I'm submitting? I won't fall."

My body felt off... Not like me at all.

What did he do during my blackout?

The glans seemed bigger than my fist.

"Y-you're too big. How does something like this even..."

A moan escaped unwittingly. If this entered my pussy... No! Impossible. It'd rip me apart...

Yoo Cheon-woo grinned triumphantly.

"Hahaha! Lee Hyun-seong said he trained you well. Regeneration's Blessing means you bounce back. Don't worry—hurts at first, but you'll adapt quick."

This musky scent... Losing my mind...

"I'll erase Lee Hyun-seong from your thoughts. His puny dick won't even register—no orgasms, no sensation. Only this massive one will satisfy you."

"S-such... confidence..."

Insane. This thing...

I shuddered at Yoo Cheon-woo's overwhelming size. My womb seemed to drop. Deep inside, perverse anticipation bloomed—to be impaled by that unknown behemoth.

He hadn't even fully hardened, just resting it on my face. Instinctively, I nearly stuck out my tongue, imprinted like a reflex.

No... It's the control. Has to be. I'd never...

He pulled out his phone.

"Photo first. Inauguration ceremony."

Click.

He snapped his cock on my face.

"Now erect it. With that 50-billion premium service from the so-called strongest Sword Saint."

Wait, wait! Bigger?! No way that's possible!