Chapter 55: Ariellas Bedroom
"Ugh..."
Cren covers his nose and mouth with his hand.
The suffocating smell of sex fills the tent.
The sisters' leaked pussy juices, their sweat, semen, and blood are all mixed together, making it quite unbearable for someone coming in from outside.
"I told you not to come in."
"I came to see if you were finished."
"I am."
I'm sitting on the floor, exhausted, gulping down water from a canteen.
The canteen belongs to Sona and Lena.
They must have been quiet while watching the two of them hanging there with semen dripping from their holes.
"Are you going to sell Sona and Lena as slaves?"
"There's no point in keeping them. I'll tie them up like this and take them to the Magnetar Center."
"...".
If I had sold them as virgins, they would have been A-grade commodities. But since I used their pussies and assholes beyond repair, it wouldn't be strange for them to drop to C-grade.
But I have no regrets.
The important thing is not how much money I get.
"Should I split the money with you?"
"I don't want to be involved in this in any way."
"Alright."
I guess you need to stay clean.
From now on, you have to meet Cecilia.
But sometimes, not doing something even though you can is a sin.
If you had upheld justice, you wouldn't be seen as such an ambiguous person.
"Do you think I'm a bad guy?"
"Something like that."
"But I chose the most honest answer."
"It's better to be pointed out than to have regrets."
No one knew how our relationship would turn out after I disciplined Sona and Lena.
I still think we're friends.
Considering what it means to be "Geum Taeyang's friend," you could say it's a fate-designated relationship.
Poor Cren.
"The air is bad here. Shall we go outside?"
Cren says.
"Sure."
I leave Sona and Lena behind and step outside.
Cren and I stand side by side and watch the sunrise.
Since I only came out in my underwear, the dawn air feels a bit chilly.
"I'm thinking of forming a party with just Cecil and me from now on."
"... "
"It'll be hard to take on challenging missions like before, but we'll manage.
We'll be able to earn enough to make a living together."
Listening to Cren's monologue makes me hungry.
"Let's eat."
"Okay."
I rummage through Sona and Lena's backpacks.
There are quite a few snacks. I tear open a bag and put a chocolate bar in my mouth. I take out the stored food one by one and stack it neatly on the ground.
I throw the rest into the bonfire:
Sona and Lena's personal belongings, spare clothes, and women's underwear.
I burn everything without a second glance.
"Yo, you don't have to go that far..."
"What do women who are going to be slaves need these things for?"
I'm tired of being a porter.
To reduce the luggage as much as possible, I burn everything useless.
After emptying the backpack, I find a lump of iron at the bottom.
"Haha."
Damn bitches. Really?
Should I go back and come in them one more time?
"I'm sorry, Taeyang."
"It's fine. How much did they like you to do this?"
"…I didn't even notice their feelings, let alone… I was only thinking about Cecil."
"Even if you had noticed, I don't think you would have been happy."
The sisters with their dark hearts would have fought, and one of the three would have died.
I throw away the weight-manipulated backpacks and sit with my back to the wind to avoid the smoke.
Cren and I heat up our lunchboxes and eat.
Of course, there are none this time.
Bugs.
As time passes and we're about to take down the tent to head back, I feel a strange presence.
I sense a strange presence.
"Taeyang."
Cren grabs his two-handed sword and looks around.
What is it?
The sunlight was so bright just a moment ago, but it's gradually getting darker, and fog is rolling in.
"Taeyang! Get behind me."
I quickly run and stand back-to-back with Cren.
Footsteps can be heard from all directions.
"Fuck! What is it!?"
Ghosts? Super strong shells?
No matter how hard I try to imagine it, I can't figure out what's making those footsteps approach through the fog.
The source of the footsteps is... humans.
"They're not shells."
They're all living humans.
They're dressed quite tactically for this world, wearing gas masks.
At first, I thought they might be soldiers.
They each had what looked like pistols holstered at their waists.
Pistols?
Not rifles?
"Who are you? Identify yourselves!"
Cren shouted.
That just makes me feel like we've made a mistake, and my stomach clenches.
Please don't provoke people with guns!
Whether they're special forces with pistols or something else, we're in trouble.
Don't you get it, Cren?
The mysterious special forces communicate with each other using hand signals and suddenly step aside.
A fantastically beautiful woman walks out of the fog.
"I'm turned on!"
She's wearing a full-body latex suit!
There's no exposure, yet it reveals her body's curves without hiding anything. It's driving me crazy!
Like the other guys, she's wearing a gas mask. But just by looking at her slender jawline, I can tell that she's an unbelievably beautiful woman.
Her long, flowing black hair reaches down to her waist.
And just look at those huge breasts that rival Verdia's!
Just looking at them makes me happy, considering how they look pressed down by the latex.
My dick is rock hard!
"... "
Ah, shit.
My life is on the line, and now is the time for an erection.
Ah!
The mysterious latex beauty saw my erect dick!
That alone makes me even more excited, and I keep getting harder.
Unlike me, whose intelligence is gradually declining, Cren calmly says,
"Are you the leader?
We're just adventurers here to deal with the shells."
The latex beauty observes us silently.
Didn't she come out to talk?
She ignores us, seemingly unable to hear us, and then mutters in a modulated voice,
"Weak response. There are no 'Collapsers' here."
Collapsers...?
"Dispose of them."
I realize who they are.
"Wait! I'm a trainer!"
"Stop."
The capture team!
They're the Imperial Hunters that Master mentioned!
"Dispose of them" probably means capture them and hand them over to the Magnetar Center.
In other words, I have to survive until I can be turned into a slave commodity.
I have no choice but to use the system created by Her Majesty the Emperor.
The capture team wouldn't dare turn a certified trainer into a slave.
Wait, certified...?
"I don't have a license!"
"Confirmation."
The latex beauty operates a device on her arm.
Clearly, she's checking computer records.
This is bad. Should I run away now?
"…Trainer status, not confirmed."
"P… please check one more time!"
"…."
Please. I can't become a slave again!
I try to buy time and think of a way out.
But even if I use Cren as a shield, I can't think of a way to escape this situation.
Unless I magically disappear, that is!
But then...
A voice of salvation comes.
"Confirmed: Trainer Geum Taeyang."
"Huh?"
I let out a surprised sound.
"Mrs. Grace just confirmed it."
"Be... Belita..."
Thank goodness.
"However, even for trainers, entering a restricted area is illegal."
"I didn't know..."
I become weak in the face of authority.
I know better than anyone that I'll be in trouble if I mess around.
"So is performing training acts outside."
Does she have X-ray vision or something?
It's as if she already knows what happened inside the tent.
I immediately abandon Sona and Lena.
"I don't know those bitches. They're aliens! You can take them away!"
"Is that so?"
"Cren, right? You just followed me here."
"Huh? Uh, yeah?"
"Answer quickly! If you don't want to be stuffed."
"Ta... Taeyang is right."
Cren follows my lead and answers in a fluster.
Then, the mysterious latex beauty raises her hand and gives instructions to her subordinates.
"Capture the two women."
I'm saved!
Just as I start to relax, Cren collapses with a loud bang.
"Cren?"
The latex beauty aims her pistol at me.
"We'll escort you inside quickly."
"Wait! I can walk on my own."
Bang!
I lose consciousness.
"Ugh..."
When I came to, I was lying in a soft bed wearing only my underwear.
It's so fluffy and comfortable.
Wait, where am I?
This situation can't be explained by saying, "I don't recognize the ceiling!"
They knocked me out and moved me like luggage, even after confirming that I'm a trainer.
"Is this the Grace mansion?"
This room is cleaner and more luxurious than my entire shabby workshop.
As far as I know, the only places with rooms like this are the Grace Mansion and the Chartreuse Castle.
The latter doesn't make sense, so… Belita, who took me into custody, must have laid me here….
That seems like the most logical explanation.
I've caused trouble for Belita….
As I check my body for any abnormalities, I feel something strange.
'My body… has been washed.'
My underwear is new too.
Did Belita do this while I was sleeping…?
I imagine it and my dick almost gets hard, but I don't think Belita would do such a bothersome thing herself, she'd probably have a maid do it.
It feels creepy to think that someone washed my body and dressed me without my knowledge.
That 'creepiness' turns into 'horror' when I see the blood sampling marks near my arm.
'Are these…. Needle marks…?'
I know what they look like from when I had my blood drawn during a health checkup.
These are needle marks.
Why did they take my blood? No, it's even more problematic if they didn't take my blood.
That means they put something in my body.
I jump out of bed.
"Stay still."
This voice….
It's not Belita. But it's a voice I've heard somewhere before.
I freeze when I see the back of the noblewoman sitting in the chair.
Short black hair….
Large breasts visible even from behind.
The line of her ass clearly visible through her dress….
"Ari…."
"Lady Ariella."
She, the woman with the best, the greatest, the most powerful breasts in the world, is right in front of me.
My brain can't keep up with the situation….
And I just get an erection.
A fucking hard one.
Twitch…♥ Twitch…♥
Just looking at Ariella, my 11-inch dick, fully erect, pushes through my underwear….
And even leaks precum.
Ariella is facing away from me, scribbling something.
"Why…."
"This is my villa in the Beast District."
Ariella turns around.
She sees my dick, erect enough to pierce through my underwear, and frowns as if she's spotted a monkey masturbating.
"Sit down."
"Yes."
I dare not disobey, so I sit down on the bed.
"Why did you go outside?"
"What's going on?"
Something is strange.
It's strange enough that I open my eyes to find Ariella in front of me. She skips the middle steps, acting as if she knows everything I've done so far.
Even with the Raven's information network, is this possible?
Ariella wouldn't have been interested in me.
I can't think of any connection between the capture team and Ariella until now.
"For personal reasons."
"Personal reasons?"
"Why are you trying to track my movements?"
Ariella's eyebrows twitch.
"You're not in a position to negotiate with me."
"... "
Gulp.
Her breasts just jiggled slightly.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"When I ask you something, answer without trying to be clever."
Ariella.... Even when she frowns and acts like a dictator, she's hot.
I feel like I could orgasm without even touching myself.
"I joined an adventurer party as a porter."
"A porter?"
"There were some bitches I wanted to teach a lesson to..."
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
Is there a reason why I shouldn't go outside?
The latex woman said the same thing. That it was a restricted area.
It seems like other districts besides the Beast District can't be entered by going around the outside of the city.
But seeing Ariella makes me think there might be another reason.
I don't know what it is.
I can't ask.
I can't investigate it myself either.
"All right, you can go."
"Lady Ariella, did you know I was alive?"
I stand up and approach Ariella.
"Don't come any closer."
I approach with my dick standing tall, trying to get as close to Ariella as possible.
Ariella, who has risen from her chair, crosses her arms under her breasts and looks up at me.
"As I said before, I'm not interested in you. It feels like the air is getting polluted, so get out quickly."
Th… the air is getting polluted….
"Do you still have some trivial chatter left? You haven't come to your senses."
"Lady Ariella said it yourself. I had no qualifications and couldn't prove myself."
"…."
I clench my fists.
"I have obtained the 'qualifications.' I just need to prove myself."
"You?" What qualifications did you obtain?"
When she asks so pointedly, I feel insignificant.
"Just because you've become one of the many trainers in the districts, what's changed?"
"Not just one of the many trainers littering the districts....
Does it change anything if I become the best trainer in this city?"
"... "
The muscles in Ariella's cheeks twitch.
It seems like she barely held back a laugh, and my pride is hurt.
"You seem to be mistaken about something..."
Ariella glances at my hard dick and sighs.
"No matter what you achieve, it has nothing to do with me."
"No, it does.
If I, the 'MILF Hunter,' succeed, I'll prove that your judgment was wrong."
"... "
Ariella's gaze sharpens.
When she looks at me like that while showing off her breasts.... I want to jump on her right now!
"Just because Belita took your side, does that mean you've conquered the world?"
Soon, your friend Verdia will take my side, too."
"I'm busy. I don't have time to worry about you. If you want to play 'training games,' do as you please."
I can't reach her now.
But those breasts... Someday, I will...
"Excuse me, Lady Ariella."
"Leave."
"May I ask you one last thing?"
"You're persistent."
"What is a Collapser?"