Hunter Association President Yoon Seo-ah (5): Gangbang Club
[CODE RED: Combat occurring. All members evacuate immediately.]
Evacuate Now!
Amid the blaring alarm, Master's footsteps led straight to Hestia's Porch. The entrance to Artemis, the central hall where hunters came and went.
The ceiling lights flashed red as a mechanical voice broadcast throughout the hall.
Master took the lead, with the now-empty-handed Yoon Seo-ah following close behind, matching his stride.
Weeeeeng-! Weeeeeng-!
The entire way down the corridor, the red alarm blared noisily alongside the evacuation orders.
Artemis at risk of collapse. Evacuation order issued effective immediately.
This is not a drill. All members and slaves must evacuate to the surface via designated routes immediately. Any consequences from ignoring this order are your own responsibility.
Our procession resembled a triumphant general parading home from victory, escorting the queen of a defeated nation as a captive.
An army. A proper army. Five S-ranks banding together was more than enough to topple a single nation's system.
That was why no one dared touch a facility like this, even though it brazenly existed in South Korea.
Hunter affairs had become an unspoken rule: only hunters got involved.
Ordinary citizens knew all too well that without hunters, even peaceful daily life was impossible—a fact proven by the Sichuan Province Break incident.
Ma Do-jun muttered beside me.
"Not bad. As expected of Master. Looks like he's planning to defile Yoon Seo-ah not in some private room, but in the most public spot possible."
"What do you mean?"
"He's gonna shatter the Hunter Association President's dignity right in front of every member of Artemis."
"Hm…."
We arrived at Hestia's Porch in no time.
Despite the blaring evacuation orders, the hunters who hadn't fled fixed their gazes on us.
There were hardly any 'women' left. Meaning actual female hunters, not 'human furniture'.
Mostly men remained: those lounging on human furniture, drunkenly boozing it up; those receiving dick warmer service; even those lost in orgies.
They all stopped their depraved acts—the dregs of hunter society—and watched our bizarre parade.
Master's footsteps halted.
This place was…
<Public Toilet>
Holes in the wall, sized just right for a person's waist. A public toilet anyone passing by could use freely. Even in Artemis, it was one of the most humiliating spots.
"Get out. All of you."
At Master's single command, the men with their cocks out and the nameless female slave plugging a hole scrambled away.
Judging by the tally tattooed on her ass, she'd taken dozens of dicks today alone.
Master pressed a button.
Kikikik-!
With a mechanical whir, a hole in one wall slid open, revealing the restraints inside.
"Master!"
Yeom Hwa-rin arrived with mana-suppression tools.
"Strip off that annoying shell first."
"Yes, Master."
I started with the black silk stockings hugging her legs.
My nails dug in, snagging the threads.
Rip-!
Shrrrip-!
The delicate silk screamed as it tore apart. From her calves to her thighs, I shredded the stockings to rags.
Red welts from the fight marked her exposed porcelain skin.
I grabbed the hem of her torn dress and her bra, yanking hard in both directions.
Crack. The finest fabric gave way helplessly as her tits bounced free.
Now down to just panties, half-naked.
Meanwhile, Yeom Hwa-rin fitted restraints around her limbs to block mana flow.
Master handed him a large, glowing necklace for her neck.
"Put this on her. Kang Jin-woo."
"What's this?"
"A slave collar. Come on, now."
No choice, Kang Jin-woo fastened the collar around her neck.
Clank.
"Good. Now open her mouth."
"Yes, Master."
I pried Yoon Seo-ah's mouth open, and Master produced drugs another slave had fetched.
Liquid potions poured down.
Gulp, gulp.
I made her swallow while she was out cold.
"All set, then…."
Master nodded at me to slot her into the wall.
I fixed her waist snugly in the hole, immobilizing her completely.
Master finished by stuffing her head into the panties I'd handed him.
Now she was a butterfly pinned to the wall, upper and lower body separated, utterly helpless.
Front side exposed her massive tits and unconscious face.
Back side bared her perfect birthing hips and the two secret holes framed only by lingerie.
She'd become just a fixture in the wall. A lump of meat providing holes.
But Master wasn't satisfied.
He ordered Yeom Hwa-rin.
"Brand her body with a fitting label. Sear it in."
"Understood."
Yeom Hwa-rin approached with a delighted smile, her fingers glowing like red-hot branding irons.
Sizzle-!
Even unconscious, Yoon Seo-ah writhed briefly at the agony of burning flesh, but it was futile.
The stench of searing protein and cooking meat filled the air as Yeom Hwa-rin etched a humiliating brand below her collarbone: 'Public Toilet for Korea's Hunters'.
An indelible mark.
Kang Jin-woo stepped forward, his massive frame blocking Master.
"Master… Lee Hyun-seong?"
His voice was low, laced with fury.
"Didn't you say there was a 'nice room'? This breaks our deal, doesn't it?"
He demanded accountability for the broken promise, trying to halt the madness.
But Master, as if expecting the resistance, smiled leisurely and grabbed the mic.
Ignoring Kang Jin-woo, he spread his arms to the gathered hunters.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Attention!"
Clapping like a circus ringmaster, he seized everyone's focus.
"Artemis has a brand-new public toilet opening today! None other than the Hunter Association President you've all despised—S-rank hunter Yoon Seo-ah herself!”
The crowd swarmed like bees.
"She violated Artemis's sacred rule: no attacking each other inside."
Master pinched the nipple of the Yoon Seo-ah pinned to the wall.
"So she deserves punishment, right? Let's make an example of what happens when you break the rules. She dared challenge the Masters and lost—so for one day, she's all yours as a slave!"
Silence blanketed the hall momentarily, as if they doubted their ears.
Then it erupted into frenzied cheers.
"Wooooooah!"
"Master! Master!"
"You're the best!"
"The Association President?! That's really Yoon Seo-ah?! As a public toilet?"
"Insane! Jackpot! I get to shove my dick in that bitch's pussy?!"
For hunters long resentful of the Association's regulations and control, nothing was more thrilling.
Their pent-up lust and rebellion exploded as sexual conquest over the mighty authority of Yoon Seo-ah.
"Let me use her first, Master!"
"Me first!"
"Outta the way, asshole! I'll pay more mana stones!"
"No way! I offer all my mana stones!"
They mobbed Master's feet, begging desperately. Willing to sell even their homes for the chance to be the first to ravage the queen's holes.
Hunters frantically pulled mana stones from their inventories to show off.
Master seemed to savor their madness.
"Calm down, everyone. Opportunities will be fair. Though those showing the most generosity get more turns, of course."
"Wooooooah!”
"Shh. However."
Master quelled the heat and pointed at Kang Jin-woo.
"The first honor of piercing this queen's holes goes to him—Baekya Guild Master Kang Jin-woo! Any objections?"
"None! None!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
A fallen queen defiled by her former comrade. Perfect spectacle.
“Kang Jin-woo! Kang Jin-woo!”
They chanted in unison.
"Come on, Guild Master Kang. Right here in front of everyone. If you refuse, she'll get gangbanged by every guy here until she wakes up."
“Kang Jin-woo! Kang Jin-woo!”
The fervor built.
"This woman may not be the mother who birthed you, but she's like the 'mother of hunters' who protected and led us all! So what better filial piety than filling Mother's womb with all our hot cum?!"
He poured fuel on their boiling lust.
“Wooooooah—”
"Yeah! Fill her up!"
Master grabbed the mic again.
“Following Korea's top guild Baekya, let's turn every hole in Yoon Seo-ah into a cum-soaked pickling jar with your hot loads!"
"Wooooooah!"
The hunters' roars shook Artemis. They dropped pants and waved cocks, awaiting their turns.
Kang Jin-woo's face drained of color as he glanced between Master and the wall-pinned Yoon Seo-ah.
His fists trembled.
Heh, too late to back out now. As expected of Master.
And so, step by step, he approached the wall where Yoon Seo-ah was embedded.
Each step looked heavier than a thousand tons.
Behind him stabbed lascivious gazes and eager anticipation from the crowd.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
As Kang Jin-woo stood before Yoon Seo-ah, murmurs exploded among the onlookers.
Baekya Guild members were naturally mixed in.
Did their words stab like daggers into Kang Jin-woo's back?
A small display by Yoon Seo-ah's hole lit up.
Current Uses: 0
User Satisfaction: N/A
A system reducing ejaculations to numbers, apparently. Today, that count would climb into the hundreds, eternally recording how many men violated her.
Kang Jin-woo dropped his pants before her still-unconscious pussy, revealing his rock-hard, massive cock.
The crowd roared in cheers. Impressed—he was hung like a horse.
Planning to finish before she woke, it seemed.
But then.
"…Nng… uh…."
Yoon Seo-ah's eyelids fluttered, pinned humiliatingly to the wall.
She slowly opened her eyes.
I wondered what her face would look like if she realized who was behind her.
Curious, suddenly.