Hunter Association President Yoon Seo-ah (3): Winners and Losers, and the Vulgar Wish

I poured my soul and pride into it. Supreme Technique: Meteor.

The first oath of my sword, a requiem of destruction to annihilate anyone threatening my Master. The world turned white.

BOOOOOOM—!!!!!!!!

A storm of light swallowed the arena whole. The moment my Meteor clashed with the essence of Yoon Seo-ah's psychokinesis—a black sphere like a tiny black hole—space itself screamed and tore apart. For some reason, she seemed more focused on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠blocking than attacking me directly.

That's why you're losing. You...

An unimaginable explosion swept through the arena. The reinforced glass shattered into powder with a deafening roar, collapsing as massive concrete chunks rained down like a storm. After a long while, everything finally stopped. In the place where the ear-splitting boom had reigned, only an apocalyptic silence remained.

The air reeked of ozone, scorched earth, and thick blood. Shards from the broken ceiling drifted down like snow with the dust. As the dust and thick smoke slowly cleared, the arena had become a devastated wasteland, like a battlefield trod by gods. A massive crater gaped hideously in the apocalyptic landscape. Wisps of pale steam rose from the floor, melted like lava. A true requiem of the end.

And at its center lay Yoon Seo-ah, the Association President, collapsed like a broken flower.

Fwoosh—!

I burst out of the dust storm like a ghost. The debris crashing against my black armor shattered with sounds that sliced through the silence. The executioner standing over my defeated queen.

Her alluring dress was shredded to rags, barely covering her body, while red blood bloomed like roses across her snow-white skin.

"...Urk...."

She spat blood, struggling to lift her upper body.

"...I... lost...?"

Her voice trembled faintly, like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her shattered pride. Yoon Seo-ah muttered in disbelief. This was probably the first time she'd ever tasted defeat.

I stood over her, pressing the cold tip of my sword against her slender neck.

"Don't move. Move, and I'll cut you."

Yoon Seo-ah looked up at me, gasping ragged breaths. Her red eyes burned with anger and deep confusion she couldn't comprehend.

"...You monster...."

The instant she spat the curse and twitched her right fingers—

I didn't miss that tiny movement. A sharp fragment on the ground levitated.

Shuuuuk—!Slash—!

"Urk...!"

I stomped her wrist.

"I said don't move."

"Arrrghhh!"

My movements were faster than she could imagine. I bent down, grabbed her right arm, and ground it into the floor. The gruesome crunch of bones and cartilage breaking echoed chillingly. She screamed in agony. Sweat poured like rain, her breaths turning ragged.

"Why...."

Even in pain, she asked me. But her eyes weren't on me—they gazed distantly, as if at a beloved someone else.

Spitting blood, she demanded:

"How did you fall so far, Sia Seong...!"

I sneered from inside my helmet.

"Fall? No. This is salvation."

I countered as if I couldn't understand her words.

"I merely swung my sword for my Master. Offering everything I have to protect him—that's the knight's most noble oath."

"That bastard only sees you as a slave, a toy! I'll... I'll save you from this hell! So please... snap out of it!"

Her pleas didn't shake me.

"It's only by serving my Master that I've found my reason to exist. For someone like me, without even parents, Master is...."

"Shut your bullshit—it's freezing!"

"You'll learn soon enough. The joy of shedding that useless pride and being reborn as a true bitch."

Yoon Seo-ah spewed repulsive lies about saving me. Just moments ago, she threatened summary execution.... Liar. Now it was time for Master to grant her salvation.

I sensed she was about to unleash psychokinesis at Master again.

"Foolish. You can live without an arm, right?"

I raised my sword to sever it completely.

Right then—

BOOM—!

"That's far enough!"

A shadow sliced through the dust storm, blocking between us. Kang Jin-woo stood there, his shirt torn open to reveal his solid, feral muscles, sword blocking mine. His eyes blazed with rage, sorrow, and deep self-reproach. The ground cracked under his feet from his sheer presence.

"I don't know who you are, but the fair duel is over. If you cross the line any further, fight me."

His voice was low and heavy.

Kang Jin-woo. You still cling to that pathetic justice?

"I waited until the victor was decided. If you insult the President any more, I'll have no choice but to consider you an enemy."

"Kang Jin-woo... you!"

"Stay put, ma'am. The situation isn't great."

He didn't call me "you" or "Sia." "You"—a distant title. It meant he stood before me not as Sia Seong, but an unknown formidable foe.

I gripped my sword tighter.

"Doesn't matter. If you want, I'll take you on. I still have strength left."

My provocation tensed the air again.

"Fine. Then I'll cut you down too."

Anyone blocking Master's plan was my enemy.

As he clenched his fist, gathering mana, and I aimed my sword—the moment we locked—two shadows moved from elsewhere in the arena.

Whoosh—!

Yeom Hwa-rin appeared at my side, spear of flames in hand, growling at Kang Jin-woo.

"Daring to interfere with Master's plan? Kang Jin-woo."

"Public hunter Yeom Hwa-rin...."

Slither— Ma Do-jun's puppets encircled Kang Jin-woo's back.

"This fight's getting fun. Baekya Guild Master. Heh heh heh."

He cackled darkly, positioning his marionettes around me. Ma Do-jun's strings bound Kang Jin-woo's limbs—but the mana armor around him snapped them all.

"Eh, figured as much."

Five S-rank hunters who'd never allied before, even in gates: Baekya Guild Master Kang Jin-woo. First public hunter Yeom Hwa-rin. Artemis Master puppeteer Ma Do-jun. Hunter Association President Yoon Seo-ah. And me, Master's First Sword.

Our auras alone made the air thick like jelly. In the arena ruins, we glared at each other. A powder keg ready to blow.

"Whoa whoa, let me make an interesting proposal."

Ma Do-jun spoke up. His crow mask eyes gleamed with greed.

"Hand that woman over to me. I'll turn her into a pretty, obedient, eternally unchanging doll. Perfect gift for your Master."

"Nonsense. All judgments come from Master. I'm just his sword. I'll wait until he awakens."

I rejected his temptation outright. Then commanded him:

"Instead, bind that woman. So she can never harm Master again."

Ma Do-jun hesitated briefly, then nodded, wrapping Yoon Seo-ah in layers of mana strings.

"Well then, the loser deserves treatment fitting her station."

He propped up a broken pillar in the arena and bound her spread-eagled against it. Yoon Seo-ah resisted, but with her mana depleted, she was helpless.

"Kuhahaha!"

Ma Do-jun laughed in ecstasy as he tied her limbs with strings.

"You... bastards!"

The guild master just watching meekly, huh.

"Hang on, I'll save you soon, sis."

"Cough... Got the strength for that?"

Only then did I turn, rushing to Master, still unconscious amid the debris.

Fwoosh—! I moved like a blur, afterimage lingering. Kang Jin-woo startled, clenching his fist, but I blew past him.

I pressed my hand to Master's lips—still breathing. Checked for injuries, just in case.

"Yeom Hwa-rin, cover and watch Master."

"Got it, sweetie."

Ma Do-jun cut in. "Leave that to me. I'm a master too."

I shot to the spectator seats like an arrow, searching rubble for Yumi. The bells on her nipples jingled through the wind.

Jingle jingle—

"Yumi! Heal Master now!"

I slapped the unconscious Yumi's cheek to wake her.

"Uh... sis...."

"Hurry!"

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠grabbed her hand, placing it over Master's wounds. Yumi blinked dazedly, grasping the situation, then instinctively emitted emerald healing light.

I watched, staying vigilant, then prostrated at Master's feet.

"I'm sorry... It's my failure.... Master.... Sob sob...."

I began licking the blood and dust from his face with my tongue.

Lick, lick...

My victory, my devotion. I just wanted his praise. Like a bitch comforting her wounded lord, I licked his face, neck, and chest meticulously. Salty blood, sweat, and Master's unique scent coated my tongue.

"...Insane. To that woman.... Haha ha ha."

Kang Jin-woo let out a hollow laugh. Ignoring him, I unbuckled his pants.

Slurp slurp—just like with Hyun-woo, I comforted him with my mouth pussy. Mornings with Master, I'd wake at dawn to fellate his tented cock—that was my routine. Like a mother bird feeding her chick, I served him.

The S-rank hunters watching were a sight, but I didn't care. I was incredibly aroused now. The absolute security only Master's embrace gave, combined with battle adrenaline, made my body react to his scent. Irresistible desire surged through me.

"Master... wake up...♡ Pet me...♡"

Thanks to Yumi's heels and our devoted service? Master groaned faintly, slowly opening his eyes.

"Uh... mm...."

I instantly dropped into dogeza before him, forehead to the ground.

"Your First Sword delivers victory, as promised."

He'll praise me.... Hehehehehe.

Master will be pleased, right?

I bowed, frozen in place for a long while.

"So...."

Had he grasped the situation? Seeing bound Yoon Seo-ah, he'd praise me. Hehehe, what wish to make?

But no praise came.

Thud—!

His shoe kicked me.

"Stupid bitch. Victory isn't the point. Your first duty was to protect me perfectly from any threat. But you let me get hurt. Useless slut."

Still furious, he kicked me repeatedly.

"I'm sorry.... As your First Sword, I failed."

I curled into a ball like a pillbug, whimpering in pain.

"Forgive me...! Master! Kill this worthless bitch! Urk...."

He ground my pierced wound underfoot.

"Arrrgh... I'm just Master's cum rag. Meat toilet onahole... Punish me for failing to protect you."

I gladly took his kicks, begging forgiveness with tears.

"Enough."

He finally stopped, gazing down at bound Yoon Seo-ah.

"By deathmatch rules, the loser belongs to the winner. Hunter Association President Yoon Seo-ah is mine from now on."

I prostrated at his feet, swearing:

"From here on... I'll offer Master the whole world."

Ma Do-jun shrugged, no objections. "Rules are rules. Shame."

Yeom Hwa-rin sneered at Kang Jin-woo. "Even you can't take all three of us at once, right?"

"Wanna bet?"

Yoon Seo-ah spat, raging. "Insolent wretch!"

Furious at her rudeness, I swung ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a gut punch at her—but it met Kang Jin-woo's solid forearm.

"Don't interfere!"

Again, mana-charged fist—

"Stop."

Master's quiet word. I instantly dropped combat stance, rubbing my cheek against his leg like a puppy.

"Anyway, good job capturing her alive, my sword."

Master always rewarded properly. As if nothing happened, he gently stroked my head, asking kindly:

"What's your wish? Speak. I'll grant anything."

I looked up, meeting his eyes straight.

God.... Master is a god....

I shyly confessed the purest wish hidden deep in my heart. Not a slave's—it was a woman's primal, ultimate devotion to her lord.

Hands clasped before my chest, index fingers touching shyly like a girl, I said:

"Master...♡ I... I want... to get pregnant with Master's baby...♡ Even in my trash womb, plant your seed, bear a strong heir for you...♡"

"...."

"If it's a boy, I'll raise him well and serve a man half like you and half like me as your new Master. If a girl...."

I want to bear Master's child and declare to the world I'm his woman....

Marriage to Master? Unimaginable for me.

"S-so... get pregnant with Master's child and declare to the world I'm your meat toilet...."

If I had one wish—that was it.