Meeting (8)

When Shuriel said he would make me his slave, I judged it to be a kind of opportunity. Relationships were like rotten ropes that could snap at any moment for me, someone who couldn’t believe even what I saw with my own eyes and heard with my own ears. So, cowardly, I made it so I would be permanently bound, so he couldn’t abandon me. I preferred this kind of relationship. I preferred a relationship where I could smile and kill myself when I was about to be abandoned. Relationships where I didn’t know when we’d break up were too scary.

I didn’t feel it when it was just the two of us. There wasn’t even any anxiety. It felt so natural. But, the world I saw after parting with Shuriel was still cruel. To the world, I was a dangerous element, just a crazy bitch who liked to self-harm. I got scared and turned my head again, but they had already left for a distant place.

I desperately begged Shuriel, who was only sighing with a heavy heart.

“Hah, I’ll always call you Master-nim. I’ll keep my head down until you tell me to lift it. Uh, I’ll only eat scraps of food. If you get annoyed, you can beat me up as much as you want.”

I wondered if he might feel insulted. The thought made me extremely anxious. I sobbed and bowed my head.

“I won’t go out without permission. I won’t even speak. You can lock me in a small room for the rest of my life, and use me only when you want.”

Thud, thud. I banged my head so hard I felt a slight concussion coming on. Tears mixed with dust and dirtied my face. Shuriel still didn’t move.

“Please, please…”

Even if you don’t love me, you can love this lewd body. You just need to throw me warm words like water whenever I’m withering away from indifference. That would be enough. Even if it’s a one-sided delusion, it’s reality for me right now.

So why did you give me warmth? If you had just raped me and dumped me in a back alley, I wouldn’t feel this anxiety. Why couldn’t you just give me an incomprehensible look and give up on me like everyone else?

Wounds fester. A heart rotten and decayed by wounds, even if you try to pretend it’s okay, eventually necrotizes and creates a withered human who can’t feel anything. Shuriel prescribed me medicine for that. A very sweet medicine called understanding and warmth.

I became addicted to the medicine.

“Yujin.”

A cold voice ringing like a death knell. I lifted my head with my forehead still torn. He had already changed his clothes, and was squatting in front of me, who was bowing my head, holding an iron dog collar. Dereureuk, the sound of metal rang out.

Swish. When he pulled the leash, my body was dragged along. He only pulled it slightly, but my body moved on its own. I guessed it was the effect of the collar. He picked me up, who was staggering. Tears were added to my bloodied face.

“Even if you don’t do this kind of thing.”

Shuriel says.

“I won’t abandon you.”

So warmly that my frozen heart melted away.

“Ah, euu…”

It’s melting. My body is melting away. Falling into ecstasy was instantaneous. It was thanks to the slave’s imprint that made me feel joy in obedience, but also because the anxiety that had been building up until now melted away like snow, and I was able to regain my composure. I, who had only shown a weak side since arriving here, was able to bloom only after hearing the confirmation.

“…Still, since you’ve become my slave, I swear I’ll fulfill my responsibilities as your master.”

It’s blooming.

“Really, ah, you won’t abandon me, right?”

“I’ve never even thought of that.”

Flowers bloom on the melted snow.

“Say it again, again.”

“To the end. I’ll take responsibility and raise you.”

I acted spoiled to Shuriel for a long time. I wanted to hear that ecstatic word again, so I made him say it again. Every time he said he wouldn’t abandon me, that he would take responsibility to the end, it felt like electricity was running through my body.

I wish this moment would be repeated forever.

* * *

The twisted thoughts caused by the slave imprint can never be changed. The me before and after the imprint was etched is not the same Yujin. It was because the way of thinking itself was modified as a slave. It’s just that I’m such a masochist that it doesn’t show, but the slave imprint is classified as a ‘mind control’ category. It’s a heinous thing that turns even the most normal person into a faithful slave.

But I have no intention of going back.

I was several times happier living like this now.

“Hehe…”

I act coquettishly and rub against Shuriel, who is organizing the messed-up documents. A sturdy dog collar was fastened around the neck of the bitch who was clinging to him like a dog, befitting her appearance. Shuriel might be annoyed by me constantly clinging to him, but he silently focused on organizing.

Jjeolgeureok, jjeolgeureok… Every time I rub my hair, the chains scrape and make a slight noise. Shuriel stopped organizing the documents, turned his head, and grabbed the leash.

“I’ll untie it if it’s uncomfortable.”

-Cheolkeok! The leash separates and falls. Shuriel roughly throws the separated leash into a corner and starts organizing the documents again.

“Ah…”

I run over and put the leash back on. Something felt empty without it. It felt reassuring. It made me feel comfortable, like I had become a complete possession. I picked up the handle and ran to Shuriel. He frowned when he saw me handing him the handle with a hehe smile.

“…Are you going to keep wearing it?”

“I, I’m a slave, after all.”

I mumbled, sticking out the crown of my head so he could stroke it.

“Wearing this makes me realize I’ve become a slave, so it feels good, and it’s also comfortable…”

“I told you you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore.”

“I want to keep, keep wearing it. It’s a gift from Master-nim.”

“…”

There’s no point in hiding anything when it’s just the two of us. Shuriel sighed with worry and stroked my head. No matter how mentally deranged the girl in front of him was, he couldn’t hate her when she was acting coy and coquettish like this.

He tried to become equal with me, but I volunteered to become a slave. Because of that, Shuriel’s ‘desire for possession,’ which he had been holding back, exploded. The smile he was wearing now contained a base desire. The desire to defile the obedient girl in front of him.

“Aheung…”

It would be foolish to resist when I was begging him to torment me like this. The hand that was tickling my cheek gradually moved down towards my chest.

“Hyat, heuuht…”

When he pulled the string, my clothes came off easily. Shuriel, with skillful hands, pulled down my bra and grabbed my breasts, which were dripping with bright yellow liquid, and fondled my nipples. I let out sweet moans with an honest face that didn’t hide my pleasure.

Jjieek, jjiek. Every time he squeezed my breasts, breast milk flowed and dirtied the floor. I said in an excited voice.

“If, if you’re thirsty… you can drink it…”

My breast milk was strangely effective. It not only promotes growth but also increases the amount of Mana in the body. Considering that Mana enhancement items are traded at exorbitant prices among wizards, the value of breast milk is immeasurable.

Shuriel chuckled and grabbed my waist. He saw through my true intentions. He said with his eyes that the talk about being thirsty or breast milk being good for the body was just an excuse, and that I just wanted my breasts to be sucked roughly.

He knew me too well. As expected, I made the right choice in choosing him as my master. I climbed on top of Shuriel and bit into his breasts.

“Haeueung…”

He chews on my erect nipples and drinks my breast milk. He pressed down on my breasts with both hands like he was milking a cow. Breast milk flowed like he had turned on a faucet. I weakly climaxed and melted away in his rough grip that had no consideration.

My body was as watery as the flowing breast milk. Perhaps it was because the near-infinite Mana circulated and replenished the consumed moisture right away. My underwear was so wet with vaginal fluid that it dripped obscene honey.

Shuriel wiped his mouth, marveling at the breast milk that kept coming out even after he squeezed and squeezed. He had drunk so much, but it was still flowing. He was curious about what kind of body it was.

“Sseuup… You’re not a bitch, you’re a cow.”

“Hyaaeu, haa, heuu…”

I slumped down as I was and panted. My breasts, which had been squeezed like a milk cow, had clear teeth marks left on them. The collar, and every time he left marks on my body like this, a base satisfaction welled up from deep within my heart.

Still, even if I’m squeezed like this, Aileen’s breast milk will still be left, right? There’s less than a month left until her body is fully formed.

…I’m sorry, Aileen. Mom has become a slave.

Of course, it seemed okay because my master is Daddy… No, maybe it’s not okay after all. She finally got a body and saw the light of the world, but she would hate it if her mom became a slave and was under Daddy, right?

“Th-there. Shuriel, no, Master-nim…?”

“You can call me Shuriel.”

“Th-thank you… There, Shuriel…?”

I picked up the fallen clothes and asked.

“That’s… I, I said I was pregnant…”

“Heeum… So?”

Shuriel didn’t know that the World Tree had created a body for his daughter. I was going to keep it a secret then, and meet Shuriel with Aileen, but now that I’ve become a slave, I need to change my plans a little.

“In a little less than a month, I think I’ll be able to meet Aileen.”

“…Explain in detail.”

Shuriel’s eyes narrowed when the topic of children came up. I told him everything from meeting the World Tree and my daughter to the fact that there was less than a month left until Aileen’s body was completed. He was surprised that Aileen already had intelligence, but soon looked at me and nodded.

“She’s smart, like her mother.”

“Th-thank you. I’m sure Daddy will like her too.”

“Haa… The Proxy bringing in a child. Prukaise will laugh his head off if he sees this.”

“Uh, uh…”

“Why are you trembling so much? Of course, I’ll take responsibility. It’s just that I didn’t know we’d meet this soon.”

It was fortunate, rather. If we had to change diapers, feed her milk, and raise her, both Shuriel and I would be tied down. She’s a remarkable daughter who’s been mature since she was in the womb.

But the biggest problem remained. It was worry for Aileen, not me. The problem that arises when her mother becomes a slave. I hadn’t thought about it at all because of my anxiety panic. I asked in a trembling voice.

“If, if Mom is a slave…”

“The child also belongs to the master. If you don’t like that, the mother has to pay money, or the child who became a slave has to compensate when they grow up.”

“I’ll kill myself. Please take the money out in the name of the Magic Tower. It’s about 400 gold coins.”

-Seureureung!

I created an ice pick with a miserable smile. I need to kill myself quickly. I’m a useless, trashy mom who can’t help in the end. It seemed like I would only cause more trouble if I lived. I picked up the pick and stabbed my neck without a moment’s hesitation–

“–Stop!”

Shuriel grabbed my wrist.

“…Unregistered slaves are not subject to that, so rest assured. And, even if it’s discovered, I’ll be punished for making an innocent person a slave.”

“But.”

“「Don’t kill yourself without my permission.」”

“…I’m sorry.”

I dropped the ice pick weakly. It became even harder to meet Aileen. That gaze that looked at me sadly in the mental world. She must think I’m pathetic.

Shuriel patted me, who was in a panic. If I was ashamed, he told me to become honorable so I wouldn’t be ashamed. To earn a title, to kill Demons and become a hero. Not for the world, but only for my daughter.

I nodded and said.

“There’s one thing I want to ask…”

“Speak.”

“When Aileen is born, can we live together? Even if it’s not here…”

“What about the territory you’ll receive later?”

“…We can set up basic facilities and appoint an agent.”

Roads and waterways can be created with a flick of a finger. If we set up basic infrastructure and appoint an agent, it will work out somehow. I can occasionally visit to check if they’re messing around, and if I find any corruption, I can cut off their heads.