Chapter 183: Penis. Hang in there.

Chapter 183: Penis. Hang in
there.

The
drunken haze that had been wandering in my head vanished in an
instant.

What
kind of insane nonsense did that woman just spout?

“What
did you say?”

“That…
that woman… Ah, make her peak as a female.”

When
Balkan asked again in a dazed voice, Intertt replied with a face that
was half filled with self-awareness and half self-reproach.

It
didn’t seem to be a joke; she appeared to mean it seriously.

“If
you heard that, would you do it?”

“…”

I
abandoned any pretense of politeness. There was no reason to care
about such things with someone saying something like that.

Intertt
couldn’t easily respond to what was effectively a refusal. As
expected, there was no way she could.

Intercourse
isn’t something you can just do casually.

Of
course, if I wanted to fool around with my dick, it wouldn’t be
impossible at any time.

The
surroundings were teeming with females who lit their eyes on fire to
take my dick and beasts aiming to turn males into breeding machines.

But
as with everything in life, the issue arises after the act is done.

“And
to begin with, if someone you met on the street suddenly told you to
have sex, would you just obey?”

“It
doesn’t necessarily have to be sex.”

“What?”

Intertt
shifted her gaze back to the empty air and nodded a few times.

Swish—

The
four mechanical arms moved intricately, pointing at her lower
abdomen… her womb.

One
pair of arms settled as if supporting her lower belly, and the other
pair pressed on it firmly as if to stimulate it.

“L-like
this… They said just pressing down on the lower belly is enough…”

Balkan
looked at Intertt’s belly.

Her
lower belly, with the flesh gathered into the shape of a heart.

“Hah.”

He
let out a hollow laugh before he could stop himself.

Intertt
couldn’t even lift her head and lowered it in shame.

The
expression she wore, usually cynical and composed, now carried a deep
sense of self-awareness.

“This
isn’t even the issue right now—”

“Master.
Master.”

Tap,
tap.

He
turned his gaze at the touch interrupting him, and there was Denshi,
blushing faintly, clinging tightly to his arm.

Squeeze,
press…

She
slightly bent her knees to lower herself, subtly rubbing her lower
belly against his thick hand.

Thump.
Thump.

Each
time her womb seemed to “knock” against the thick veins on his
hand, her heart raced faster.

“I-I
don’t particularly mind…”

“Hah,
Denshi.”

“Y-yes—”

Tap,
tap.

Balkan
sighed and lightly tapped her cheek.

He
didn’t hit her hard, but just enough to make her feel she was being
reprimanded.

“Are
you in your right mind?”

“Uh…”

Stiff.

At
his cold tone, Denshi’s body froze.

“Whose
side are you on?”

“I-I’m,
of course, on Master’s…”

“And
yet you’re getting swayed by the words of some woman and shoving
your womb at your master’s fist?”

Clench!

Balkan
immediately moved his hand to grab Denshi’s lower belly.

“Huuuh…?!”

Just
below her navel, her smooth and flawless pale belly was gripped
tightly in his hand.

As
if he were about to pull out her womb, his firm grip made Denshi’s
lower body tremble uncontrollably.

“Stand
straight.”

“Y-yes,
sir…”

“Hands
behind your back.”

“Haaah…”

Denshi,
now in a position of attention with her hands behind her back,
pressed her trembling lower body close.

She
looked up at him with quivering eyes.

Their
gazes met through his helmet—two pairs of eyes locking.

Pain
from his pinch, fear from his cold stare, and…a mix of affection
and loyalty.

Denshi’s
devotion, whether in the past or now, had never been in question.

But
this situation was… a bit much.

“Denshi,
if someone else pointed at my dick and told you to force it to
climax, would you just say ‘Yes, sir’ and obey?”

“Well,
honestly, that would be a reward…”

“Don’t
talk back!”

Clench!

“Hiii…!”

When
he twisted his hand as if pinching her lower belly, Denshi bit her
lip hard, her body trembling.

A
normal person would have cried from the pain, but this woman was
different.

A
natural masochist.

She
didn’t process pain as pain; her brain transformed it into
pleasure.

As
he firmly re-established discipline in the lazy female slave who had
grown lax over their time apart, a thin stream of fluid began
trickling down between her tightly pressed thighs.

Slap!

Releasing
his grip, he let his hand fall away from her lower belly, which was
now red and marked.

Softly
caressing the spot left changed by his broad and strong hand, he
moved his hand up to stroke her hair.

“Denshi.”

“Y-yes,
sir…”

“I
want you to be happy.”

“…Hic…”

The
sweet words that resonated in her chest caused an even greater flow
of fluid to seep from between her thighs.

Balkan
continued, gently patting her reddened cheek.

“Not
just you, but everyone around me—I want you all to live happily
without having to go through awful hardships. But you know…”

“…”

“It
doesn’t go as smoothly as I’d like. I can’t afford to settle
down and live peacefully myself.”

“…”

“I
just want to save one dear sibling, but endless bastards keep
blocking my way. Look at this. She shows up out of nowhere and tells
me to destroy your body to make you peak as a female. Does this make
sense? I get so disgusted with people who try to control my
decisions. Sometimes I just want to kill them outright.”

But
he didn’t have that kind of power.

‘If
I were one of the strongest in the Labyrinth City, would she have
made such a demand?’

He
shook his head.

‘No
way.’

She
would have carefully concealed it behind bribes, debts, and extreme
caution before timidly bringing it up at the very end.

It
wasn’t just Intertt. Recent encounters with Perkins, Bio, and other
rotten criminals also came to mind.

Trash
who betrayed their party, injured their members, and tried to sell
them as slaves.

This
city was teeming with people who saw others not as humans but as
tools.

“So,
I’ll do it my way.”

If
anyone saw him as a tool, he’d gouge out their eyes.

Shiiing—

Balkan
removed his hand from Denshi and drew the axe strapped to his back.

“I’ll
help, my lord.”

Belle
stood up abruptly and glared at Intertt.

[You.
Are you going to fight?]

Bunny
sent a telepathic message directly into his mind, having instantly
assessed Intertt’s level.

[If
you charge in now, you’ll die.]

[I
know.]

He
nodded nonchalantly. It was a matter of course.

At
his current level, even attacking ten times wouldn’t guarantee
victory.

The
level difference was nearly double.

However,

[Even
if I run now, I’ll die just the same.]

‘As
a man, I die. As a warrior, I die.’

He
would become no different from the men of this world who resigned
themselves to the situation and gave up.

Would
he endure such humiliation simply because he couldn’t win?

He
could not.

‘If
nothing else, I’ll flail and struggle like hell.’

If
ten attempts wouldn’t work, then a hundred. If a hundred failed,
then a thousand.

He
would fell anyone blocking his path to his sole purpose like trees
cut down by an axe.

Sring!

The
axe blade pointed at Intertt, and his gaze locked on her.

Faced
with the sharp killing intent, Intertt remarked,

“Indeed,
your spirit is commendable.”

She
appraised him with a smile tinged with admiration, placing her
mechanical arms over her four swords.

Seeing
how much he had grown since their encounter in front of the armory
months ago, she couldn’t help but feel impressed.

It
was almost hard to believe that this was the same man she had met
back then.

To
achieve such growth in such a short time—it was unbelievable, yet
he had done it.

“But…
it was arrogant.”

Though
he had experienced explosive growth in a short period, Intertt was a
seasoned warrior who had honed her skills over decades.

Between
the two stood a wall that could not be surmounted with mere rapid
development—a wall of experience built over time.

Sreung—

“I’ll
subdue you gently, so behave and make Denshi reach her climax—”

—Stop.

She
froze.

The
four swords emitting their ominous aura stopped halfway as they
emerged from their scabbards.

“…What?”

Intert’s
gaze lifted again to the empty space.

A
delicate, beautiful, yet mechanical and emotionless voice.

The
Puppeteer.

The
one master Intertt obeyed without question.

Once
again, her voice reverberated in Intert’s mind.

‘As
expected.’

Balkan
watched Intertt gaze into the void and felt a conviction solidify in
his mind.

‘Intertt
is communicating with someone right now.’

It
was a perfect moment to strike, but he held back.

For
some reason, his intuition told him that waiting would lead to a
better outcome.

“Now
that you’re satisfied, let it be, you say? What could that possibly
mean…?”

Intertt’s
expression grew more flustered as she spoke to the unseen entity.

Her
face showed a hint of doubt, as if she were questioning whether she
had heard correctly.

“…Understood.”

After
a brief moment of hesitation, Intertt nodded.

With
a small sigh, she resumed her actions.

Clink.

The
blades that had been drawn halfway returned to their scabbards.

“…It
seems that person holds you in quite high regard. In time, you too
shall serve as a sacrifice for the ‘Great Wish.’”

“The
Great Wish?”

“That’s
enough. More importantly, where is the doll that person gave you?”

A
doll?

“…Are
you talking about the doll the Puppeteer gave me?”

“Watch
your words. When you speak of that person, use honorifics. So, where
is the doll?”

The
doll that had been given with instructions to keep it close…

‘Looked
cheap as hell, so I tossed it in the closet along with Jeremy’s
girlfriend’s mannequin head.’

Intertt
read Balkan’s expression.

“You
don’t have it with you right now, do you?”

“…”

She
observed his silence and let out a small sigh of admiration.

In
a way, his judgment had been sound.

The
doll was, in fact, a surveillance tool.

It
was a cursed doll designed to monitor those the master’s
puppeteering curse could not reach.

But
such a tool would no longer be necessary.

A
higher-performance doll was already prepared for deployment.

“Denshi.”

“What?”

Intertt
turned her gaze to the woman, then tossed something toward her.

Thud!

Catching
the object, Denshi looked at it.

A
meticulously crafted black orb.

“What’s
this?”

When
Denshi gestured at the object and asked, Intertt gestured with her
chin.

“When
that orb turns white, come back to the underworld. It’ll take at
least a year. Until then, you’re free to do as you please.”

Denshi’s
eyes widened at the notion of a year of free activity.

“R-Really?”

“Though
your level is still lacking, it seems staying by his side will help
you grow faster.”

With
those words, Intertt shot Balkan a sidelong glance.

–Hmph…

As
she gazed at him, a voice once again echoed from the void.

A
tone both languid and imbued with a peculiar amusement, as if
savoring the lingering euphoria after intimacy.

It
was a tone Intertt had never heard before—a tone so filled with
satisfaction it left her feeling strangely hollow and fearful.

Without
another word, she hurriedly fled, blending into the night crowd.

As
she walked away, she questioned her master in her heart.

‘Is
this enough, my lord?’

All
her actions up to this point had been orchestrated by the Puppeteer’s
orders.

The
command to make Balkan bring Denshi to her climax.

The
directive to ensure Denshi—a valuable resource with a high
compatibility rate for the Link—stayed by Balkan’s side for a
while.

Yet,
she couldn’t understand why her master insisted on keeping Denshi
near Balkan.

In
fact, she found the initial command the most perplexing of all.

Why
had her master issued such an order?

Then,
a memory from earlier surfaced in her mind.

–Ahh,
ooh… There, there… right there…♡

The
vulgar moans that echoed somewhere when Balkan pinched Denshi’s
uterus.

–Hoo,
hooo… Hoooh…♡

The
plaintive cries that sounded as he gently stroked her abdomen.

At
the time, she dismissed it as mishearing.

She
couldn’t have possibly imagined that the lewd cries of a lowly
woman could belong to her master.

But
now, having just executed her master’s orders to keep Denshi by
Balkan’s side, a small question arose in her mind.

‘Could
it be… my lord…?’

Intertt
shook her head vigorously to dispel the thought.

‘Surely
not…’

No,
it couldn’t be.

It
had to be nothing more than a trick of her mind.

She
prayed it was just her imagination.

Because
the idea that the Lord of Greed, who had been dormant for decades,
desired nothing more than a mere man… was unthinkable.

…But
what if it wasn’t just her imagination?

“…”

After
long deliberation, Intertt shook her head once more.

She
could only pray that it wasn’t true.