Chapter 39

Chapter 39

39: Black Street-H “Heh heh, at least she reacted a little earlier, but now she’s completely like a log.” He wasn’t talking to me. Because in this room where I was tied up, there were other men besides the one who had pleaded with me just now. “She’s been poked all day, so it’s understandable. By the way, how’s Trnil doing?” “He’s completely hopeless. That guy, even when we treat him this well, he whines that he’s scared. He doesn’t even know who we’re doing this for.” The men seemed to think I was unconscious. In fact, that was a reasonable assumption. In this situation, it would be stranger not to be unconscious. Through their conversation, I realized why they had been so relentlessly raping me. I had vaguely guessed it before, but after hearing their conversation, it became clear. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. That is the iron rule of the underworld. Of course, you have to add the not-so-cool idioms ‘only to those weaker than us’ and ‘I carve my misdeeds into flowing water,’ though. Assuming these guys are members of an underworld organization, the man named Trnil seemed to be in an important position. Or maybe he’s a relative of one of the executives. “I wasn’t bad. I even set the mood for a change.” While I was pretending to be unconscious and organizing my thoughts, another man muttered as if he was enjoying himself. Then, the sound of a chair being dragged echoed in my ears.

-Thud. Thud.

As the footsteps gradually approached, I cowered. At the same time, I used Yin-Ma Gong to protect my stomach. Unlike at Lakers, these guys weren’t just raping me. Because I had experienced it several times now, I could easily predict what would happen. And before long, a dull pain struck me.

-Thwack!!

With the intense shock felt in my stomach, my body swayed greatly. Unlike the brutal impact sound, the pain wasn’t that great. I was practicing the Iron Body Armor skill, so I wouldn’t even be harmed by this level of impact. However, pain and masochistic pleasure were separate. Because I had experienced various humiliations at Lakers, my body turned these intense stimuli into pleasure. A chilling sensation swept down my spine and permeated my head, and even though I had shed so much water, my vagina was wet again, spewing out vaginal fluid. I’m not even the heroine in some manga, and I’m climaxing while getting punched in the stomach. I guess I’ve really gone all the way. “Heh heh. Look at this. A perverted bitch who gets horny even while getting beaten like this. When else would I see a slut like this?” As if he had come up with a similar thought to mine, the man muttered gleefully and tapped my body a few more times. From an unseen angle, the man’s violence rushed towards me.

-Slap!

A burning pain was felt on my cheek, and the man’s kick exploded between my legs. My breasts, which had already been violated hundreds of times, and my bound limbs couldn’t escape the assault either.

-Haa, haa…

And I was feeling masochistic and base pleasure while being beaten like that. My body became hot, and even the breaths I struggled to exhale were filled with an aura of ecstasy. My consciousness became dazed as if floating due to the pleasure, and my vagina was soaked with vaginal fluid, adding more water to the puddle beneath my feet.

-Splish.

As I staggered and stepped, I stepped on the puddle of vaginal fluid I had shed. Because my eyes were covered, I couldn’t gauge the amount, but wouldn’t it look really lewd if others saw it?

-Thwack!

While I was enjoying the touch that caressed my whole body for a while, a slightly higher-pitched voice chimed in. But it was still a male tone, so I knew it wasn’t a woman. “Do it moderately. You’ll kill her.” “You’re worrying for nothing. If she could die from this, she would have died already. Judging by how sturdy she is, she seems to have learned something somewhere, so she won’t die easily.” But unlike his words, the man stopped kicking me. “Look, even though we’ve been fucking her so much, she hasn’t shed a single drop of blood? Trnil passed out in one hit, so she’s not an ordinary bitch.” “Heh heh, then is she an aspiring knight or something? No, coming to Karaldin, did she want to become an adventurer? If so, it’s a pity, because now she’s become our cum dumpster.” “A pity? I saw her earlier, she was about to die from pleasure when we fucked her. She’s such a horny bitch, so wouldn’t she like it more?” “Puhaha! Then we’re doing her a service! To be able to have sex that she likes all day long. She’s a lucky bitch.” Listening to the lewd talk, I realized that I was really just seen as a sexual outlet to them, not a human being. Normally, I would have gotten horny at those words, but in a situation where I had lost all means of resistance like now… my self-esteem was being chipped away, and as much as that self-esteem was chipped away, I was getting more intensely horny. But getting horny was secondary, the problem was the reality. If I had come to Karaldin alone, I would have thought this life wasn’t so bad and would have gladly lived as their public toilet for a few months, but now there were people waiting for me. “Hey, sow. Are you coming to your senses?” As I tried to calm my aroused body, I felt something cold poking my lower abdomen. It seemed like they were poking me with a stick or something. Of course, there was no reason to answer, so I continued to pretend to be unconscious. “Is she dead?” “No, she’s still alive. She’s just unconscious. She’s not the type to die from this in the first place.” Still, I couldn’t say I was okay. Because I hadn’t eaten or drank anything and had been climaxing continuously, I felt like all the energy in my body had been drained. I wish they would at least give me some water, but it seemed like they had no intention of doing so. My throat was extremely parched because I had been gagged for hours, and I had no energy in my whole body, but they wouldn’t care about that. Really, if I could, I would even want to drink my own urine. “But isn’t it okay to kill her? Judging by what the boss is saying, it doesn’t seem like he’s going to keep her alive.” “You idiot. Did you even listen to what the boss said properly? He said to leave her in the underground plaza tomorrow morning. He said it’s not too late to kill her after we’ve completely broken her.” Were they planning to kill me after all? Still, I didn’t feel particularly threatened. I don’t know if they’ll kill me right now, but since they said after they’ve completely broken me… …No, I can’t get horny at this point. It feels like I’m violating a taboo, and it would be a disaster if my life ended because of that. Still, I’m curious about how they’re going to break me. “Underground plaza? If we leave her there, she’ll be broken, right?” “I guess it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the boss doesn’t seem to expect her to be okay.” “Heh heh, well, the boss has a temper. It’s too bad. She messed with the wrong person and ended up like that.” It seemed like I would find out tomorrow. Can I look forward to this? By the way, the underground plaza. I’ve never heard of it. Judging from the context, it seems like a vacant space in the underground waterway, but I’ve never been there in Lakers, so I don’t know what’s there. They said I’ll be broken if I’m left there, so I’m looking forward to it… no, I’m worried, but anyway, it’s clear that this is a chance to escape. No one will come to save me here, so this might be my last chance. “Hoo, anyway, have we used up most of the guys?” “I guess so. The day shift guys will be coming in soon, so they’ll use her.” Still, it seemed like the humiliation I had to endure wasn’t over yet. I can’t see even an inch ahead, but it felt like my future was becoming twice as dark. But even in the midst of that despair, my body slowly started to heat up as I thought about being tormented more. It was a more intense gang rape than I had ever experienced in Lakers, and it was a harsh treatment with no consideration for me, but that actually became a switch for arousal and acted as a mental pleasure. At some point, I was imagining the feet trampling on me, the harsh hands, and the hot, hard penis that tore through my soft flesh. …At this point, I’m already an irreversible pervert. Let’s be proud of myself. “Hmm, shouldn’t we wash her a bit? I don’t think anyone would use her if she’s dirty.” “Really? Then we can just splash some water on her.” “Let’s rest for a bit first.”

-Squeak.

With the sound of the hinges creaking, the men’s voices gradually faded away. Listening carefully, it seemed like there was no one left around.

-Clatter.

Even so, there’s nothing I can do. I’m just waiting for the next humiliation. Still, since I’ve been given some free time, it’s better to use it wisely. I slowly calmed my breathing and started to use the Essence Absorption Technique and Yin-Ma Gong. It was to recover my body even a little in preparation for the upcoming gang rape. // The place where Layla was captured was an underworld organization called Sartun. Karaldin was a city of adventurers, but at the same time, it was also a city where alcohol, gambling, and brothels flourished. And all three were businesses closely related to underworld organizations. As always, pleasure is closely linked to illegality. In order to gain greater profits and safely break the law, nobles wanted those who would be their excuses or bullet shields, and the underworld, where social outcasts gathered, was the perfect target to use as such ‘disposable tongs.’ Even in a sewer, there is a clear order and law. Sartun, which operated the brothels in Karaldin, was a powerful force that was in charge of quite a few major businesses among the underworld organizations. And Macle Lotuan, the ruler of such Sartun, was the greatest contributor to bringing the organization to its current position and a representative figure of self-made success who had crawled up from the bottom. Lotuan, who was sitting at his desk and looking over the ledger, suddenly raised his head and looked at the door of the reception room. Because of the habit he had developed while living at the bottom, he was always paying attention to his surroundings, and he had survived several times because of that habit. Perhaps that’s why. Even now, as one of the bosses who dominates the night in Karaldin, he maintained that habit.

-Squeak.

As expected. Soon, the wooden door opened, and a man with a cold impression entered the reception room. As soon as he entered, he immediately stated his business without even greeting. “Here are the documents regarding this ‘show.'” The man with the cold impression maintained a blank expression and handed the documents to Lotuan. Lotuan, who received them, glanced over the documents and frowned. “Qauidon? How dare you bring something like this in.” “I was against it from the beginning. But it was the boss who allowed it.” “I know. But there has to be a limit.” “You should have expected that much.” At the man’s words, Lotuan frowned and grumbled. “You know that this job is like walking a tightrope. If we didn’t take this job, one of our lifelines would be cut off.” “Sometimes, a bold sacrifice is necessary.” “I wonder if you’d say that if your head was cut off.” Lotuan said that and sighed, covering his head. Even so, isn’t this too much? Although it’s rare for nobles to be normal, if you gather a bunch of crazy people, there will be some who are beyond imagination. Lotuan looked over the documents again and sighed again. He had no choice even if he didn’t like it. That crazy guy had power, and he didn’t. Karaldin is a city of adventurers, but at the same time, it is also a city of entertainment. And unlike the ‘elegant and refined’ entertainment that nobles enjoy, the types of entertainment were usually looked down upon as vulgar. It was because it was the kind of pleasure that earthy adventurers would enjoy.

However, people are sometimes drawn to the vulgar rather than the elegant. And the more noble and wise a person is, the worse they become when twisted. Earl Etman, the lord of Karaldin, was well-versed in the nature of such nobles and had a knack for dealing with the underworld. He had connections with the nobles who ‘secretly’ visited his city and knew how to satisfy their desires without getting his own hands dirty. In order for Rotuan to maintain control over the brothels in Karaldin, he had to appease Earl Etman, and to do so, he had to take on this job. “Damn it, looks like I’m in for some more trouble.” Rotuan sighed and examined the ledger on the table. The names of the expendable members of the organization were written there in code. After looking at the names for a while, Rotuan suddenly asked in a passing tone. “By the way, what happened to that bitch?” The man with the cold expression, Etrin Chenver, immediately understood who he meant by ‘that bitch’. The bitch who had dared to rape Rotuan’s brother was now being gang-raped by Sartun’s men on Rotuan’s orders. “The night shift is using her now. Surprisingly, they all seem to like her.” “Really? They’re a strange bunch. So, is she still alive?” “Yes, she’s surprisingly tough, unlike ordinary bitches. It seems she learned some martial arts somewhere.” “Well, she’d have to be to do something like that.” At Rotuan’s words, Chenver nodded silently. Although he didn’t express it, he didn’t think there was any need to express regret for what Trnil had gone through. It sounded absurd at first that he was raped by a woman, but Trnil’s condition was actually serious. The guy who used to jump on women like a dog in heat was now trembling and running away like a dog seeing a dog butcher. However, the ‘something like that’ that Rotuan mentioned was something that his half-brother Trnil often did. In a way, this could be seen as karma. It was ridiculous for a member of the underworld to talk about karma, but Trnil was a bit extreme. Since Etrin himself was usually in charge of cleaning up the mess, he even had a slight fondness for ‘that bitch’ who had raped Trnil. Of course, that fondness would be etched in flowing water and washed away according to the laws of the underworld. “I need to change the plan for a bit.” Rotuan, who had been rummaging through the ledger and pondering for a while, opened his mouth as if he had suddenly remembered something. “Sending her to the underground plaza is still the same. But, keep her alive, just barely. I think I have a use for her.” “Understood.” What governs the underworld is charisma, fear, and ability. To maintain his own charisma, Rotuan had to show the person who had touched his bloodline what’s what. Even if it’s the wrong thing to do. ———= Author’s Notes ———= Enlightenment of madness…. I always wanted to write a traditional fantasy, but this time, unfortunately, it was fused with martial arts. But writing an erotic novel in the first place isn’t normal. Thanks for the early recommendations and comments.