Master Lee Hyun-seong (1)
Eden Garden, the basement of Artemis, would still be simmering with the aftershocks of madness even after we left. Inside the suitcase Kang Jin-woo was carrying was Yoon Seo-ah.
"A wine bitch belongs in a wine case."
We piled into a large van just like that. Cheol-ho oppa took the wheel, with Hyun-woo nim in the passenger seat. Master, me, Kang Jin-woo, and Ma Do-jun sat facing each other in the spacious back seat. Who could guess that the bundle of luggage next to Kang Jin-woo contained the once-strongest woman in Korea?
"Hoo…."
Master lit a cigarette, looking like his fatigue hadn't lifted. His low voice broke the heavy silence in the car.
"Women really are such lowly creatures."
"Yes! We are lowly creatures."
I chimed in agreement with Master's obvious statement.
"Hoo..." He exhaled a long plume of smoke and continued.
"What do you mean, Master Lee?"
Ma Do-jun asked, as if he couldn't comprehend.
Crackle— Master's words were the absolute truth, yet this man was utterly clueless. Couldn't he see that Yeom Hwa-rin, Yoon Seo-ah, and even me—we were all just onaholes for Master's cock?
"Isn't that right, Ma Do-jun? Women are fundamentally a lowly species. They prioritize emotions over reason, instincts over logic."
"Hmm… Is that so? I'm not sure."
"No matter how strong their power or how high their status, at their core, they're just lowly creatures swayed by emotions. Especially those who've never truly experienced violence in their lives."
Master stroked my thigh. I gazed at his features, savoring the touch. Hehehehe. I love it. That look in his eyes. The way he slaps my thigh—smack smack—even that. Just a little more… I wish his hand would slide inward…. But this will do. He promised to impregnate me! I can endure.
"Raised without ever being hit, pampered like a princess, they think the world revolves around them. There's not a single false word in the old saying that a sparrow knows the value of a hawk."
Master's gaze turned to the suitcase.
"Especially that bitch Yoon Seo-ah. Solid background, powerful backing, and innate talent to boot. After becoming an S-rank hunter, no one dared lay a finger on her. She's famous for not allowing even a scratch on her body once she entered a gate, right?"
Ma Do-jun glanced at Kang Jin-woo—or rather, Yoon Seo-ah.
"Probably? Right, Mr. Kang Jin-woo?"
"…."
"What a boring guy."
Master continued regardless.
"If she wouldn't even allow anything to touch her body, then today was probably the first time she's ever felt real pain on her flesh. Assault, that is. Pfft."
He sneered at the suitcase—or was it at Kang Jin-woo?
"For a sheltered rich girl like that, tonight must have been an unbearable shock. Physical defeat, betrayal by a comrade. Gang-raped in front of hundreds…. By now, she's probably going mad in that cramped box, ruminating on her shattered world."
I sat beside Master in perfect posture, listening intently to every word.
"The Minotaur armor, the pheromones—they were all prepared for her. Though things veered a bit off-plan. She's such an outlier monster, after all."
Master casually rubbed his nape while recounting his brilliance. I couldn't help but admire his insight once more. And so humble too! But there was one thing to correct.
"That stupid bitch was too busy blocking my attack, so that's why she lost. Hahaha."
That's right. She failed to condense the damage from my Secret Technique: Meteor, letting it spread out instead. If Yoon Seo-ah had targeted me, Gangnam would be split in two—a ruined wasteland uninhabitable by humans by now. She did block an attack that could have claimed tens of thousands of lives, which was impressive…. But thanks to that, I won, and the Association President lost. So she shouldn't have hesitated with that summary execution bullshit. That's what comes of poor battlefield judgment. The result for the fool who tried to protect Seoul? Gang-raped by over a hundred men. That's all it was. Just that…. So why did a faint ache stir in one of my breasts? I had no idea. Stop thinking. Thinking doesn't suit me…. Better to admire Master's face. Mmm…♡
Ma Do-jun, still wearing his mask, asked.
"Impressive, Master Lee. But how did you predict that woman would storm in here today?"
"I had a reliable 'source.'"
Master flashed a meaningful smile and glanced at me. A thump, thump came from the trunk—Yumi, bundled like luggage, must have been thrashing around.
The car arrived at the Association's underground parking. We took the secret elevator from basement level 3 to 5. Kang Jin-woo gawked at the clinic's equipment like a country bumpkin visiting Seoul for the first time. Master kicked the suitcase lightly.
"Open it."
Inside the one I opened, Yoon Seo-ah was curled up like a beast, mouth gagged with only an air tube, her face smeared with tears and sweat, tightly bound.
"...."
She was still unconscious. Master took his time.
"First, clean off the filth on her body."
"Yes!"
I removed the cum-filled condoms and all sorts of other things. Master prepared three syringes and gently wiped her skin with alcohol swabs. The sharp alcohol scent tickled my nose as Kang Jin-woo asked.
"What are those? What are they for?"
"Trade secret."
The first syringe plunged into her arm.
"And…."
The next went into her leg.
"Kgh… ugh…."
The final one sank deep into her lower abdomen—probably right into her uterus.
"Done. Move her to the pod."
At his command, I transferred Yoon Seo-ah into the incubation pod and secured her limbs firmly. Countless cables and electrodes connected to her body. The pod's glass lid closed, and Master flipped the control panel switch.
Zzzzt—!
"Kraaaaaagh—!"
Yoon Seo-ah screamed awake.
"Ughghgh, save me! Please, save me!"
She thrashed, but it was too late.
"Mmph! Mmphmphmph…!"
Each electric jolt made her skin quiver from the surface down, her breasts jiggling involuntarily. Her eyes rolled back in terror before she could even process it. And was that incontinence from the shock? Some unidentified fluid—cum, nasal mucus, pussy juice?—splattered against the pod's glass.
"Ughghghgh!"
Beep— He pressed another button, and green culture fluid began to rise.
"Hic… mmph…!"
Yoon Seo-ah struggled desperately as it submerged her, to no avail. When the fluid reached her chest from her ankles, she craned her neck like she was undergoing water torture. By the time it hit her nose, she gave up, her gaze turning to Kang Jin-woo. Was that resentment in her red eyes? A plea for help? Then a headset clamped over her head. What would she see…? And what would she be like next time we met?
"Master…♡ Yumi wants to go in there again too…♡"
More accustomed to walking on all fours now, Yumi stared at the pod with an ecstatic expression, panting.
"Yumi, have you been in there before?"
"Yeah! Unnie! Heh heh~"
I tickled her chin, and like a dog, she stuck out her tongue and licked.
"So cute."
She flopped over, flailing on all fours.
"Yumi pussy… pussy itches…. Master."
Treated like a stray mutt—nothing more, nothing less. Utterly ignored like a dog.
"Alright, that wraps up today's tour."
Kang Jin-woo asked in a despairing voice.
"What… what will happen to the Association President now?"
"Don't worry. A new Association President will be born soon. It'll be very entertaining."
"Very entertaining…."
"Excited?"
"Yes."
"If there's ever a woman you want next, just say the word. I can customize one to your tastes, no problem."
"Me first!"
Ma Do-jun, who had been closely inspecting the equipment, raised his hand.
"Ma Do-jun… you."
"So this is how you train them, Master Lee! Wanna go into business together?"
"Business?"
"Share our secret sauces. You've been eyeing my puppets, right?"
"Not at all."
"Come on, between masters? Be honest—you don't like that Yoo Cheon-woo guy either, do you? Summoned beasts? Especially those gross octopus heads. In the end, nothing beats a human as the ultimate work of art."
"Hmm…."
Master stroked his chin. That meant… he was interested in partnering.
"I am interested in your prosthetic techniques…."
"Right? See? My mods are top-tier. I'll invite you to my workshop sometime."
"Workshop… alright. I'm thinking of throwing a little party at my place soon—will you all come?"
It was 6 a.m. Dawn was breaking.
Kang Jin-woo, his face deathly pale, declined.
"I'll head back now."
"We partied hard—see you next time!"
He left without a word. Ma Do-jun also passed, saying he had no hobby of visiting a bachelor's pad, but invited us to his workshop next time.
With the rising sun at our backs, we entered a quiet suburban neighborhood. A serene district lit by streetlamps. I peered at the ordinary scenery flashing by outside the window, puzzled. Was this really Master's home? It seemed too… normal?
The car stopped in front of a modest two-story house with a small garden, surrounded by a high wall overgrown with ivy.
"Get out."
"This is… your home, Master?"
"Yes."
Of course, a standalone house like this in Seoul was worth a fortune, but compared to his stature, it felt downright frugal. I felt apologetic.
"Master… I feel like I've been giving you too little tribute all this time. I'll run gates multiple times a day and double—no, triple it."
I swore sincerely.
"I can't let you live in such a humble place. I'll work harder and buy you a palace."
Master chuckled at my loyal declaration.
"No need for that anymore."
He stepped out and stood before the front door, pressing the doorbell.
Ding-dong—
A woman's voice came from the intercom.
"Who is it so early in the morning?"
That bitch…?! No, must be Master's family. Be polite.
"It's me."
The front door swung open. And I doubted my eyes and ears.
A beautiful woman with a kind face, wearing a neat apron.
"Dear, you're home?"
D-dear…? Did she say dear? Dear? Dear? DEAR?
Behind her stood two girls about my age, in pajamas fresh from bed, clutching dolls side by side.
"Daddy!"
"Welcome home, Daddy!"
A perfectly ordinary, happy family—mother and two daughters. But their faces looked familiar. Especially the mother's. Where have I seen her…? Ah! Seo Ji-su, the retired top actress called the nation's first love, epitome of innocence. If I know her, she must be hugely famous. S-rank celebrity in hunter terms? She was married? To a top actress, no less?
Tears nearly welled up. No wonder Master had been holding me less lately. So that's how it was. Devastating. I wanted him to impregnate me, but he already had daughters my age.
As I reeled in shock, their 'greeting' began.
"Master, thank you for your hard work today♡"
Seo Ji-su said, suddenly untying her apron. She wore nothing underneath. Hands clasped behind her head, she thrust out her hips, spreading her pussy wide for Master to see.
"Hng♡ Uhn♡"
She wiggled her pussy like a dog wagging its tail, fawning over him. The two daughters stripped off their pajamas and struck the same pose.
"Daddy♡ We want Daddy's cock juice too♡♡"
"Let us sisters' double rice bowl relieve your fatigue today♡♡♡"
"Master… this is…."
Unable to continue, Master wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"Welcome, Sia. To my Eden Garden."