Meeting (5)

I slumped down powerlessly, hanging my head. Faint breaths escaped my lips in raspy gasps. But unlike my exhausted body, the corners of my mouth were rising uncontrollably.

Part of it was the excitement of seeing him after so long, but what made me happiest was the fact that I could indulge in my whims to my heart’s content. I loved that even if I was messed up like this, our relationship would return to normal as if nothing had happened after some time.

“Sseu… Haa…”

Recalling the deep, intense scent I had inhaled in his arms made my body tremble again. Just smelling it was enough to make my lower body wet. A floating sensation, as if I were drifting through the sky, and a sense of fulfillment as if I had finally become complete… For a moment, it was so dizzying it numbed my mind.

The room was already filled with a thick, sticky female scent, creating an obscene atmosphere. I swallowed all the saliva in my mouth and looked up at Shuriel with moist eyes. This difference in height of just over a meter made me feel infinitely small. Not the great archmage who commands the skies of the Empire, but a pathetic female who had fallen completely into pleasure.

-Sreureuk.

Shuriel, looking at me with disdain for having gone off after only a few touches, unfastened his pants. The massive thing that popped out between them flaunted its enormous size, even though it was still hidden inside.

“Haa-euh…”

I swallowed hard at the scent of masculinity that wafted out even before he had fully undressed. Following that intense scent, I crawled naked towards him on my hands and knees. When I reached Shuriel’s feet, I rubbed my face against his calves like a puppy.

Shuriel stopped taking off his pants and lowered his head. I opened my mouth before I could go off again from the scent.

“I, I’ll do it, -yo… “

“Do what?”

“Use only my mouth, to take it off, -geo…”

I volunteered for a humiliating task without being told.

I didn’t want him to see me as human. As a pet, no. Even less than that. I wanted to be treated like a toy, not a living thing. Shake my hips until I broke, and if I fainted, cut off my arms and legs and turn me into an onahole. He could beat me whenever he was bored.

“Heugeup…”

The animal-like behavior, abandoning all dignity, aroused a sense of depravity.

I whined and bit at Shuriel’s pants. I used only my mouth to take off his clothes without using my hands. The dick caught on his pants rose like a mountain, constantly poking my cheeks. Even pressed against the fabric, it was that big, so I couldn’t even imagine how big it would be when it was completely exposed.

Shuriel stroked my head, watching my obscene antics with amusement. He seemed pleased. Well, there was no way any man would dislike having such a pretty girl undress him with such obedience.

When I succeeded in taking them off halfway, I gritted my teeth and pulled the pants down in one go. With my hands and feet on the ground, I reflexively looked up at the shadow cast below.

-Tuk.

Then something hot and huge hit my forehead. At that moment, I couldn’t even guess what it was. A meat stick so long it filled my vision, as hot as fire, and so thick it completely covered my forehead-could I really call it a dick?

But.

The two sacks hanging at the base indicated that it was indeed a man’s thing.

“Hikkeuk…”

I stared wide-eyed at Shuriel’s dick. It was so overwhelmingly large that I couldn’t even speak. It had grown even bigger than it was two months ago. This, this was a monster. If he put that in, any normal woman would die.

Shuriel chuckled and moved his dick aside. The dick that fell with a thud, no exaggeration, was really the size of a human arm. I wondered how something like that could even fit inside pants.

He scratched his head with a frustrated expression and began rummaging through a drawer near the table.

“After the horns grew, my body grew rapidly. Height, muscles, hair, etc… It must be the result of doubling the amount of Mana my body can hold.”

I put my hand on my lower abdomen and estimated the length.

From the entrance to the uterus, I measured the length using my fingers. Even if I forcibly stretched the flesh using reconstruction, I didn’t know if I could insert even half of it. I was already small and couldn’t hold much, so I wondered how much I would have to expand to accommodate that size.

Should I get modified like Sophia so that it would automatically stretch? From now on, from now on. I would be stabbed by that weapon over and over again. Then, eugh. Should I move my uterus upwards to increase the length? Still, modifying my internal organs was a bit much…

-Cheolkeok.

At that moment. As Shuriel took his hand out of the drawer, having found what he wanted, a yellowed parchment document and an iron collar came out with it.

“Found it.”

Parchment filled with writing and a metal dog collar. I could instinctively feel that they were items to be used on me. But even if the dog collar was what I expected, I didn’t know what the parchment was for. But whatever it was, I wouldn’t refuse.

I stretched out my neck with an expectant look. It was a signal to put it on quickly.

“Wait. Those without proof can’t wear it.”

“Pro, proof, -ho…?”

Shuriel shook his head and said.

It was like a bolt from the blue. I wanted to be stabbed by that arm-sized thing quickly, strangled, and driven to the brink of death so I could cum pathetically. I rolled my eyes with a disappointed expression. Then, then. What was that parchment for? I looked up at Shuriel with an anxious face.

He showed me the paper and said.

“It’s a slave branding document.”

“A-euh…?”

“I thought you’d like it, so I prepared it. I don’t know if something like this will work on you, but…”

Slave. Branding. Document. As soon as I combined these three words, my heart started racing like crazy. I picked up the paper that had fallen in front of me and slowly read it. Skipping the procedures and legal effects, I read only the important parts.

-The master may possess all rights of the slave. The slave transfers all rights to the master, including abstract concepts such as freedom and will.

The slave’s oath was absolute. If the slave refused the master’s command, they could lose their life depending on the level of ‘punishment’ set by the master. No, they couldn’t refuse in the first place. In some cases, even the control of their body would be transferred to the master.

Slave branding was a type of black magic that interfered with the mind. It was partially allowed because it was easy to manage criminals, but it was as difficult to obtain as picking a star in the sky because the Empire managed it so strictly.

Moreover, this was a document for Class 1 prisoners. It was used on prisoners with high mental resistance.

Shuriel said to me, who was staring blankly at the paper.

“It’s usually offered as a multiple-choice option to death row inmates. There’s a contradiction in that the consent of the person is required to engrave the slave’s mark. Usually, no one in their right mind would agree to such content.”

“…”

“Haa… I was originally going to show it to you much later… It came out so suddenly like this.”

……

…

…To think he was only showing me such a good thing now.

“Ha, ha…”

I looked up at Shuriel with a hollow laugh. He gestured with his chin, asking me what I was going to do. I looked down again at the slave branding document. If I swore as written here and tore up the paper, its effect would be activated immediately, binding my body and mind.

Of course, it was questionable whether it would work on me, an Archmage. Mental magic didn’t work on me. Unless it was at the level of the World Tree, no one could even interfere with my mind.

But. If I deliberately broke down my mind. If I re-tied the branding that came into my broken mind and made it permanent, so that it could never be fixed no matter what.

“Ha, haheu…”

This was really… abandoning humanity. Not a one-night stand, but an irreversible proof of livestock. An oath to give up all the qualifications, rights, and human rights I enjoyed as a human being and become the property of my master.

Shuriel said with a reluctant expression.

“What are you going to do? To be honest, I don’t really want to. I don’t know what side effects it has, and once a branding is applied, it’s hard to undo.”

-Undo it. I was slightly flustered by the sound and shook my shoulders.

‘He’s going to undo this? Why would he undo something so precious?’

Shuriel seemed to think that it wouldn’t work anyway. He seemed to think that even if it did work, he could just enjoy it for a while and then undo it. But, but. That wouldn’t be fun.

The text stated that it was a 5-year contract that could be terminated at any time, but it was easy for me to manipulate the contents. The manipulation was already over the moment I touched it. I secretly changed the contents without Shuriel noticing.

‘…To a permanent contract that cannot be reversed.’

I smiled brightly and grabbed the paper.

“I’ll, I’ll do it.”

“What?”

“I’ll be a slave. I’ll be a slave, so… quickly…”

But there was a problem that had to be solved before I could make the slave’s oath.

“That, that… quickly…”

I had reached my limit. I rubbed my thighs and begged. The heart tattoo engraved on my uterus glowed red. As the pent-up lust erupted, an unbearable, intense greed swept over me.

Shuriel clicked his tongue, looking at me with disdain as I fidgeted in front of his dick.

“Tsk… Such a bitch.”

“Yes, nehe. That’s right. I’m a bitch. So…”

He was coming closer. The arm-sized weapon was coming right up to my nose. I took a deep breath of the brain-piercing masculine scent and grabbed his dick with a blissful expression.

“Haup…”

His already tall height had become even taller, making it possible to give a handjob while standing. I wrapped his dick with my two large breasts and licked his glans with my mouth, stimulating it with care. His dick was instantly covered in breast milk and saliva, becoming smooth and slippery.

“Puhwa…”

I grabbed the coated dick with both hands. I tried to swallow his glans by standing on tiptoe, but it was too big and I couldn’t even swallow half of it. It was really, really huge. In the end, I chose to lick rather than swallow.

“Chyuheup…”

Shuriel stroked my head and fluttered the slave branding document.

“If you want to be a slave, repeat after me.”

“Hwuup…”

“I, Yujin, swear to give up all rights as a human being and become a slave.”

“Hau-eup…?”

As I was diligently caressing and licking his dick, Shuriel kindly told me how to become a slave. It was a humiliating oath. But it was just a seasoning that would bring me even greater stimulation. I mumbled, licking carefully from the shaft to the base.

“I, Yujin-eun…”

I whispered, feeling Shuriel’s touch, which had invaded from the crown of my head to under my chin. The slave’s oath, declared while performing fellatio, gave me an enormous sense of depravity in itself. Because once this oath was over, I would really fall to a level below human.

But even though I knew that miserable ending, my mouth, which was making the slave declaration, didn’t stop. The masochistic desire that had grown without end had surpassed reason. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop because I was so excited about falling to the endless abyss.

“All rights as a human, ha-eup… to give up-ho…”

This was not a joke. Was this really the right choice? Shouldn’t I have made it possible to cancel it at least? All sorts of thoughts swirled around in my head. Did I have to seek stimulation to this extent? Unable to refuse Shuriel’s orders, I would mortgage my life and live as a slave, an existence below livestock, for the rest of my life-

“I will become a slave, haa…”

-Ah, I did it.

“Master, Shuriel. I accept.”

-Jjieeojjik!!

The moment the slave declaration ended.

Shuriel tore up the paper without a moment’s hesitation. A small amount of Mana flowed out of me and Shuriel. It was the establishment of a ‘contract’ with the consent of the parties involved.