Chapter 68
It had easily surpassed 100. The once imperious queen, Yoon Seo-ah the Clairvoyant, was nowhere to be seen.
The numbers on the display were nothing but a humiliating record, showing just how thoroughly one woman's dignity had been crushed.
In the midst of the mad festival, Yoon Seo-ah hung limply embedded in the wall. Her lower belly, slathered in the cum of over a hundred men, bulged out round like she was at least five months pregnant. Her eyes were vacant, and only meaningless groans leaked from her mouth.
Master beckoned to me.
"Now, take that toilet out."
"Yes, Master."
I pulled her from the wall and slammed her onto the floor. She offered no resistance whatsoever.
That's when Yumi came up beside me. In her hands was a huge basket from who-knows-where.
"Unnie... it's Master's order."
She placed the basket between Yoon Seo-ah's legs. Cheol-ho oppa grabbed Yoon Seo-ah's arms and forcibly propped up her upper body. Without hesitation, I drove my fist into her swollen belly.
Thwack—!
"Guhk...! Blurk!"
Yoon Seo-ah's body convulsed, and cum from over a hundred men sprayed out like a fountain from her mouth, pussy, and asshole.
"Come on, President♡ Let it all out nice and refreshingly♡"
Yumi whispered in her ear while pressing even harder on her bloated belly.
Splurt—!
"Grraaaggh...!"
A fountain show. No—excretion. The thick white cum from over a hundred men mixed with the yellow piss she'd been holding back and gushed out in torrents.
"Blerghhh...!"
Yoon Seo-ah retched up cum while her pussy and asshole overflowed uncontrollably, filling Yumi's basket to the brim and spilling over. The fishy, rancid stench filled the entire hall. White fluid even burst from her nostrils, coating her face. It was as if her personality had been expelled—only a broken shell remained, a single ruined toilet.
Yumi proudly lifted the basket brimming with the white excrement.
"Master♡ Toilet cleaning complete♡"
"Excellent."
Master smiled in satisfaction.
"But we can't just waste this precious gift from our members, can we?"
He pointed at the basket.
"Pry that bitch's mouth open by force. Make her drink every last drop in there."
"...!"
Kang Jin-woo's face twisted in horror.
"Stop...! Stop it! That's... not something a person should do!"
But his screams were powerless before Master's madness.
"She's not a person anymore."
Master grinned wickedly. Ahh... how can that man be so pathetic? Master hadn't even awakened as a hunter, yet he had countless hunters at his feet. What a magnificent man.
I forcibly pried open Yoon Seo-ah's jaw. Her mouth was still slick with the cum she'd vomited up, her tongue dangling limply. As the basket tilted, the sticky white and yellow fluids—the filthy semen—poured into her mouth.
"Mmph...! Gulp... Guh!"
Exhausted Yoon Seo-ah tried to shake her head, but it was useless. The mixture of countless men's cum and her own piss was forced down her throat. She had to swallow her own humiliation all over again.
"Kuhahaha!"
The hunters laughed maniacally at the sight. She was made to drink the cum from over a hundred men that she herself had expelled. The revolting fishy stench and ammonia reek flowed back into her sinuses, esophagus, and stomach. By the time the basket was half-empty, her belly swelled up again.
Master gave Yumi another order.
"Put the rest back where it came from."
Yumi took the basket of remaining cum and positioned it between Yoon Seo-ah's legs. She inserted a speculum device, forcibly spreading her pussy wide.
"Hold the position properly."
She poured every drop left in the basket into the gaping hole. Squelch, squelch...Gulp, gulp... Her pussy had truly become a vessel for filthy waste. A true public toilet.
"This'll definitely knock her up!"
"Won't even know whose kid it is, kekeke."
"Who cares!"
"We need to plug it up. Bring that."
Yeom Hwa-rin brought a grotesquely sized vibrating dildo and a string of anal beads from somewhere.
"Seal that bitch's holes tight with these. Not a single drop gets out."
Yumi shoved the dildo into her pussy first. The already loosened hole swallowed it without resistance.
Squelch—!
Then I pushed the anal beads one by one into her asshole. Pop, plop, pop—! With squishing sounds, the beads disappeared into her rectum. Now both her holes were perfectly sealed.
Gurgle... glug...Squelch—! Pop, plop, pop—!
A creepy noise echoed from her swollen belly, like something alive wriggling inside.
"Nng... nnngh...."
Yoon Seo-ah writhed with pained groans. But there was nothing she could do.
"Now, for the final baptism!"
Master shouted to the cheering hunters.
"To celebrate the birth of our new S-class bitch, shower her with your cum!"
"Yes!"
As soon as he finished, the hunters unleashed their loads at Yoon Seo-ah all at once.
Splurt—! Spuuurt! Spuuuurt! Splurt!
Bukkake. White fluid erupted from dozens of cocks, raining down on her body like a storm. In an instant, her body was covered in thick, sticky white cum—like she'd been thrown into dough. Her face, breasts, belly, legs—all slathered in the slimy, fishy mess. Some even hosed her with piss.
"It's a toilet, right? Hahaha!"
Dozens of men defiled her. No telling who was who.
"Hic... ngh... b-bathroom... please...."
Finally, a pleading voice leaked from Yoon Seo-ah, collapsed and drenched in cum on the floor. Her body couldn't hold back the physiological urge any longer.
"Please... bathroom...."
Her guts were on the verge of bursting from countless men's cum, piss, and the massive toys inside.
"Bathroom?"
Master sneered.
"A toilet asking for a bathroom. Hilarious."
The hunters in the hall burst into laughter.
"Puhaha! That bitch still thinks she's human!"
"Hey, President! Your pussy is the bathroom! Just shit there!"
"Hold it. We'll display your pathetic ass in the garden for everyone to see."
Master nodded to Ma Do-jun. He released his mana threads, lifting Yoon Seo-ah into the air. Like a criminal crucified, limbs splayed, she was carried to the garden. Ma Do-jun bound her to the most visible fountain pillar in Hestia's Porch. Her limbs were fixed tight by the threads, dangling precariously in midair.
How much time passed? Yoon Seo-ah, hanging limp, had her mouth gag removed, and a feeble voice leaked out.
"Please... let me go to the bathroom...."
Tears streamed as she begged. Her swollen lower belly writhed like it might burst any second, packed with cum, piss, and toys on the brink of explosion.
"You want it that bad?"
Yoon Seo-ah nodded weakly.
"Then say it with your own mouth. 'I am a filthy bitch whore unworthy of being Association President. Please grant this vulgar toilet the mercy of excretion.' I'll allow it then—as a special favor."
At Master's demand, Yoon Seo-ah's eyes wavered. Torn between her last shred of pride and the unbearable urge?
She didn't even look human anymore.
"No one will release you until you lose control and shit yourself right here. Prove to everyone you're not human—you're a toilet."
"No...! Please...!"
She wailed. Cruelly, the gurgle... glorp... from her belly grew louder.
"No...! Please...! Gonna cum...! Haaahk!"
Her legs and toes trembled, desperately fighting the impending excretion.
The gathered hunters in the garden enjoyed her humiliating spectacle.
"Kuhaha! Serves her right! The so-called President pissing herself like a bitch!"
"Just let it go, President!"
"Admit you're a toilet, you bitch!"
Their mockery stabbed like daggers into her heart. She gritted her teeth and endured. But her bladder was at its limit.
"Hnnngh...."
Finally, yellow liquid dripped from between her legs—one drop, two.
He held a conductor's baton. He poked her bloated lower belly with the tip—tap, tap.
"Anything? Good. Then say it loud and clear. How useless and filthy a bitch you are."
"...?"
"Stupid cunt. 'I am no longer Hunter Association President. I am merely Public Toilet-01, taking hundreds of cocks. My pussy is public property, open to all.' Make sure everyone hears."
Yoon Seo-ah's face contorted in despair. It was a cruel demand to abandon her last dignity.
Her mind flickered; her eyes shook unsteadily.
"I... I am... Hunter... Association... Pres...ident...."
"Wrong."
"Toilet! Toilet! Toilet!"
The hall's hunters chanted in unison. Their voices overwhelmed her.
"I... am... a public... toilet.... My pussy... ngh...."
The hunters went wild at her confession.
"Can't hear you, you fucking bitch! Louder!"
"I...! I am no longer Hunter Association President! I am merely Public Toilet-01, taking hundreds of cocks!♡ Please... let me use the bathroom...♡♡"
"Wrong!"
Once is hard, twice is easy. She declared her new identity to the world, sobbing and laughing.
"I...♡ am a filthy bitch whore unworthy of being Association President.♡ Please grant this vulgar toilet the mercy of excretion♡"
The hunters made her repeat it endlessly.
"I... am merely Public Toilet-01, taking hundreds of cocks. My pussy is public property open to aaagh!"
Master glanced at Ma Do-jun. Yoon Seo-ah squeezed out her last strength, clenching her sphincters. But it wasn't enough.
"I'll help."
Ma Do-jun yanked the threads.
"Ah... no!! Not the promise!"
"Said it yourself—you're a toilet."
Pop—! Pssshhhhhhh—!!!!
The dildo and anal beads blocking her pussy and asshole were pulled out simultaneously by the threads.
With the plugs removed, the cum and piss inside sprayed out like a rainbow fountain.
"Don't loooook! Don't look, I said!"
Pop—! Pop—!
"Haaaaaaaah—!!!!"
What she'd held back erupted grander than a fountain. She passed out mid-cum fountain.
"With this, Yoon Seo-ah's mind is broken. Just needs some cooking now."
"Yes, Master. As expected of you."
"Time to go."
Master smiled contentedly at the sight, waving to the members.
"Everyone! Did you enjoy tonight's show?"
"The best, Master!"
"Long live Master Lee Hyun-seong!"
They hailed Master as their king. Watching, I applauded in awe of his greatness once more. Master truly was magnificent—turning that arrogant queen into a perfect work of art. He alone deserved to rule this chaotic world.
"Alright, let's head out."
Master draped his arm around my shoulder and stood.
"Master, what about this bitch?"
Yeom Hwa-rin asked.
"Take her to the Hunter Association. Put her in an incubation pod. Tune her up right, and she'll make a fine puppet."
Master pulled out a suitcase-like item box. He crammed Yoon Seo-ah inside like luggage. Only a small breathing hole remained.
"Guild Master Kang."
Master called to Kang Jin-woo. He'd watched it all, looking a decade older, eyes hollow.
"Carry that case yourself."
And so we left Artemis. In the car's back seat, a massive case held what was once Korea's strongest queen—reduced to baggage.