Blood-Soaked Ascension
We left a trail of blood puddles in our wake as we strolled across the guild toward the reception counter. The adventurers who had been sneering at us moments earlier as a "pebble-rank outsider" and a "fallen Silver-rank whore" had done a complete one-eighty. The Iron-rank and lower scum crawling on the floor, along with the low-tier mercenaries, held their breath and parted like the Red Sea the moment I approached, averting their eyes in a panic. They were crushed beneath the ferocious killing intent radiating from my blood-red tattoos and didn't dare meet my gaze.
In contrast, the few Silver-rank adventurers and seasoned veteran mercenaries occupying the second-floor terrace or the prime seats in the corners didn't look away. They merely glanced once at the Iron-rank trash lying in the blood puddles as if they were garbage, then turned their sharp, intrigued gazes on us. Their eyes held no contempt—only the wariness and curiosity of predators assessing a new rival that might threaten their territory. In Shedborax's blood-soaked underbelly, overwhelming violence was the most reliable calling card one could present. We had just declared our own solid domain right in the middle of that brutal ecosystem.
The guild lobby floor was slick with blood and grotesque chunks of torn flesh. Five Iron-rank mercenaries lay unconscious, jaws dangling, pissing themselves. In the center of that horrific slaughter, I casually wiped my bloodied bone knife on my pants and stepped up to the counter. Elara stood beside me with her arms crossed, wearing a leisurely, arrogant smile like a noble lady who had just enjoyed a fine banquet.
"Hey, receptionist." At my dry call, the young guild employee hiding behind the counter let out a squeak and collapsed to the floor. "You saw those bastards draw their weapons first, right? It was self-defense, so there won't be any guild trouble, yeah?"
"Ah, th-that's…! W-well, technically yes, but… eek!"
While the employee stammered, pale as a sheet, a heavy wooden door behind the counter opened and a middle-aged man in an ash-gray robe stepped out. A golden emblem marking a guild management position gleamed on his chest. He swept a sharp gaze over the chaotic lobby, then alternated between the gray tag around my neck and Elara.
"Impressive work. Turning five Iron-rank adventurers into chunks of meat in under a minute—and without any proper mana circulation or aura traces, just raw physical strength and bizarre footwork."
The man approached, stroking his chin as he muttered. His eyes were different from the terrified junior employee's. He couldn't see the monstrous blood flowing through my veins, but he had clearly grasped that I was no ordinary newcomer.
"Got a problem?"
"Not a problem so much as a headache. When a monster like you—clearly outside the norm—wears the lowest-rank tag and wanders around, flies like those idiots earlier will keep buzzing in, not knowing their place. If you don't plan on painting the lobby red every single day, you'd better do something about that collar of yours."
When the man snapped his fingers, the employee behind him hurriedly produced a thick sheet of parchment and placed it on the counter.
"Promoting you straight to Silver would be a stretch. I acknowledge your killing power, but Silver isn't handed out just for being good at murder. You need to prove yourself as a superhuman. Instead, I'll promote you directly to Iron. Of course, you'll still have to complete the required promotion quest per guild regulations."
The man slid the parchment toward me.
Quest: Subjugate or Purify the Blood Ghoul Variants in the Abandoned Mine
"A pack of blood-sucking ghouls has nested in the abandoned mine east of the village. Nasty bastards that wiped out groups of three or four Bronze or Iron-rank mercenaries without leaving a single bone behind. Prove your strength works on monsters too. Bring back one severed head after the subjugation, and I'll hand over the Iron-rank tag immediately."
I picked up the parchment and quickly scanned its contents. Ghouls. Undead type. They would be resistant to poison and curses rather than physical blows, but with the Ogre's strength engraved in my body and the Substitute Doll's durability, crushing them bone and all shouldn't be an issue. An Iron-rank tag would grant access to the guild's high-grade information network and entry to decent magic tool shops. It would also keep the flies away. No loss in this deal.
"Mokwon. What do you think?"
At that moment, Elara, still linked arm-in-arm with me, twisted her waist seductively and rested her chin on my shoulder. Maintaining the perfect arrogant air of a Silver-rank while in this official space under the watchful eyes of other Silvers and veterans, she spoke casually.
"Blood Ghouls are the kind of thing you could laugh at and smash with that beastly strength of yours. I hate going into musty mines, but… if you're going to wear an Iron tag, it'll make moving around together much easier. Might as well treat it as annoying paperwork and get it over with."
The management official looked startled at Elara's words. Her tone carried the sharp presence of a genuine Silver-rank adventurer treating a newcomer as an equal partner—completely at odds with the rumored "semen-receptacle whore" title. The onlookers also clicked their tongues, acknowledging her composure. Of course, the fact that her ample breasts were secretly rubbing against my back, greedily inhaling my scent, was a secret only I knew. Outwardly maintaining that haughty facade, Elara's lower body was thoroughly soaked and burning with arousal from the violence I had just unleashed.
"Understood. I'll accept the quest."
I scrawled my signature roughly on the parchment, then turned around. After one last cold glance at the gasping trash in the blood puddles, I left the adventurers' guild with Elara in tow.
The moment we stepped onto the commercial district streets and the guild doors closed behind us, Elara tightly clung to my arm and dragged me into a secluded alley near the inn. She abruptly changed, blowing hot breath into my ear.
"Haa… Master, did you know how thick the smell was when you tore those bastards' mouths open earlier? I'm completely soaked down there again… Can't you fill me up properly before we head to the mine?"
It was broad daylight with people passing by. Yet the moment prying eyes vanished, the ruthless Silver-rank thief who had mercilessly ripped mouths apart transformed completely into a woman addicted to me, whispering sticky temptations. It was the shameless, honest nature of a bitch devoted to pleasure.
"…I thought you'd train more footwork, but your brain's completely slid down into your womb."
"Yes. Because without Master's cock, this whore's brain dies. Hurry, please? I need Master's scent smeared all over me if I'm going to survive that musty, smelly mine."
I let out a dry laugh and roughly grabbed her firm waist. The first promotion quest from pebble to Iron rank. Before getting thrown into that blood-scented mine, thoroughly marinating this lewd companion in semen was both excellent preparation and the necessary maintenance fee to keep her under control.
The moment the inn room door shut, Elara clung to my neck like a starving beast and devoured my lips.
"Mmph, chuup…! Haa, haang, Master, hurry… I've been so wet down there since earlier that it's driving me crazy…"
She roughly tore at my belt buckle, pulled out my swollen penis, and urgently rubbed it against her soaked entrance. The battle lust and killing intent from the Ogre tattoo hadn't even fully subsided yet. As the scent of blood and thick male musk filled the room, her reason melted completely into the swamp of pleasure. She threw off her leather breastplate and roughly ground her erect nipples against my bare chest.
"Impatient, aren't you. What if you run out of strength before we slice up monsters in the mine?"
"Haaang! I need Master's cum filling my belly to have any strength! Hurry, shove it in!"
I chuckled and gripped her hips tightly as she sat on the edge of the bed, then thrust upward in one motion into her slick folds.
Thud—! Squelch!
"Kyaaaaang! Ugiieeeet—!!!"
As the massive shaft—growing increasingly alien with time, far beyond human norms—pounded against her cervix, Elara arched her back like a bow and let out a scream that sounded like it would tear her apart.
"Krrgh…!"
A lightning-like pleasure shot up my spine and struck my brain. The Ogre tattoo burned blood-red beneath my skin, eroding my reason with primal instinct. Growling like a beast, I roughly grabbed her ample breasts and began merciless pistoning.
Thud! Thud! Thwack!
Her full breasts bounced violently under the rough hip movements, the vulgar sound of flesh slapping filling the room. Elara clung to my neck, frantically shaking her hips and squeezing my shaft.
"Ah, aaang! So good, it's too deep! Master's cock is breaking my insides!"
At first, she responded fiercely with the elastic inner walls and core strength unique to Silver-rank, her vaginal walls clinging like thousands of leeches trying to greedily suck out my essence. But as time passed, the overwhelming physical difference became clear. Elara couldn't keep up with the Ogre's monstrous stamina. Especially when I grabbed her hips with powerful force and drove all the way to the root, the thick outline of my shaft bulged visibly against her thin abdomen. The brutal foreign sensation churning her insides and the pleasure beyond her limits made Elara drool, her eyes rolling back white.
"Krrgh, you crazy bitch. Planning to snap my cock off, huh. Squeeze tighter."
"Ah, ang, ah! W-wait, Master, too, too deep, hiiik—! My belly, my belly feels weird!"
Elara panted and tried to push against my chest, but I ignored her and pushed the tattoo's mana to its limit. With the beast's violence fully unleashed, I mercilessly crushed her cervix with my shaft.
"Ugiieeeet! C-coming, I'm coming!"
In the supreme pleasure that felt like her brain was melting, she squirted love juices like a fountain and climaxed repeatedly. Her entire body trembling, toes curling, she finally reached her limit, gasping before her eyes rolled back completely as she convulsed and fainted. At that exact moment, I mercilessly pressed against her cervix and poured a waterfall of hot semen—condensed with the beast's energy—deep into her womb.
"Aaaaaang—!!!"
With a final scream, Elara's head lolled weakly. The semen that had filled her unconscious belly overflowed from her unclosed entrance, running white down her thighs.
"Haa, haa…"
I lay atop her, breathing heavily. The room was thick with the musky scent of night flowers and male musk. But I wasn't satisfied yet. The lust that had boiled over during battle wouldn't subside with just one ejaculation. Catching my rough breath, I brushed aside her sweat-soaked silver hair. Without pulling out of the unconscious Elara, I simply held her tightly and collapsed onto the bed. Even fainted, she unconsciously squeezed my massive shaft buried inside her as if it were a lifeline. Savoring the sticky, slick sensation of her inner walls transmitted from deep within, I smiled while thinking about tomorrow's schedule. With my semen-filled, lust-drunk companion passed out beneath me, I used the immoral yet warm comfort of dominating her most vulnerable, sensual form as a blanket and drifted into a sweet nap before the abandoned mine subjugation. My penis continued to throb periodically inside her belly, spreading the remaining seed within.