Chapter 57: It Feels Like Giving Tension
The core of the Magnetar Center is always a lively place, full of things to see.
Wherever you look, beautiful women in short miniskirt uniforms fill the space. Their outfits barely cover anything, drawing plenty of attention.
"Trainer Geum Taeyang, you've been verified."
The identity check goes smoothly and quickly.
That's thanks to Belita, who took care of all the complicated paperwork in advance.
I even brought her here myself, which makes me feel untouchable.
And if I'm untouchable, then that curvy, blonde older woman beside me is practically divine.
"Here's your license."
I take the trainer license with my name and photo on it.
Trainer Geum Taeyang.
The license bears an elegant engraving:
"This person is recognized as a trainer of Isil."
Damn.
"What else can I help you with today?"
"I'd like to launch a brand."
"Would you like to start by designing a brand mark?"
"A brand mark?"
She pulls up a screen displaying a range of symbol samples arranged by their creation date.
They all look pretty bland, just basic templates.
"Do I have to choose from these?"
"Most people prefer custom designs. A common approach is to use initials. If you want a visual element, we can combine a few patterns to create something unique."
Belita leans over my shoulder and offers a suggestion.
"How about that floral pattern? It's pretty…"
"Quiet. Stay out of it, slave."
She goes silent.
Belita folds her arms beneath her large chest and turns her head away in annoyance.
This isn't just a decoration.
It may be similar to a tattoo in how permanent it is, but a brand mark represents something deeper.
It defines who I am.
'A uterus tattoo… wouldn't that be perfect?'
Strangely, none of the sample designs show one.
"You don't have a uterus tattoo?"
"Excuse me? Are you referring to a pattern that symbolizes a palace?"
I said firmly,
"A uterus."
"…."
Seeing the receptionist's smile twitch, I suddenly felt sorry.
How would an ordinary person know about a uterus tattoo?
Even in my world, only a select few knew about it.
This person is just an administrative worker helping with trainer registration procedures.
Embarrassed, I raised my head.
"Ahh! I mean... I'm sorry. Was that too blunt?"
"Uh, what kind of symbol do you want?"
The receptionist hurriedly changes the subject.
"A uterus tattoo..."
"... "
"... "
How do I explain this?
"Is there anything you can draw?"
I borrow a piece of paper and a pen and immediately show her an example.
A tattoo that symbolizes a uterus. Something like this.
I confidently move the pen, drawing on the experience I gained while spending time with Park Jieun, a 39-year-old married woman with a F-cup bust, one son, and one daughter who likes to have sex in the kids' playroom and used to teach at a children's art academy.
"Is something like this possible?"
Just the picture, without initials?"
"Yes."
If no one else has a symbol like mine, this lewd symbol will be mine alone.
"It will take about ten minutes. Would you like to wait a moment?"
I sit in a chair and pass the time by playing with Belita, although it's just me fondling her breasts.
Meanwhile, the receptionist with small breasts but a pretty face creates a uterus tattoo by combining samples appropriately.
Woohoo! This is amazing!
Whoever first thought of a uterus tattoo must be a genius.
The overall silhouette resembles a heart, so it wouldn't look strange if it were engraved on other parts of the body. The pattern that symbolizes the fallopian tubes looks like wings, so it would be perfect for engraving on the lower back or lower abdomen, where the uterus is located.
The thought of engraving this vulgar brand mark on someone else's woman and claiming her as "my property" makes my dick hard to control.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes! Please register this."
"What color would you like?"
"Black for the base. Is it possible to make the center glow faintly red?"
"It's not difficult if we use light effects. But the light won't be that bright."
"It would look strange if it's too bright. Please adjust it appropriately."
After the design was finalized, I consulted closely with the receptionist and completed the uterus tattoo that would symbolize the MILF Hunter brand.
Lastly,
"Where do I go to get this engraved?"
"Aahh♥ there's an engraver at the Magnetar Center.
Did you bring a slave with you today? Where…."
The receptionist notices Belita, who has been with me the whole time, and hesitates.
"A slave? I brought one. Come here, Belita."
"…."
Belita approaches me with a reluctant expression.
I openly wrap my arm around her waist and kiss her cheek in a showy manner.
The receptionist looks even more shocked than when she heard that I wanted a uterus pattern.
"Ex… excuse me… are you… by any chance… the landlord of the Beast District, Lady Belita Grace…?"
"Can't you tell by looking?"
"…I… I apologize!"
"I want to engrave our horny pussy slave with a brand mark. Is that possible?"
"Eh. But…. The… the brand value of a brand that's only 30… for the landlord to be a… slave…?"
It's as if something impossible has happened.
Belita's expression also becomes increasingly distorted with shame.
"Do you think it's not a good idea after all?"
I hug Belita tightly so she can't escape.
"Belita, you promised to be my pussy slave."
"…Haa."
"If you have a brand mark engraved, you'll officially be registered as this person's slave within the Magnetar Center. This process is permanent and cannot be undone."
The receptionist's tone sounds as if she's warning me to reconsider, which irritates me a little. Still, I choose to be patient and understanding.
She seems genuinely shocked and unsure of how to respond.
Belita Grace, becoming a slave to some unknown rookie trainer—it's something no one would expect.
I wasn't aware that the Magnetar Center made this kind of registration legally binding. But now that I know, I find it very appealing.
Belita Grace becoming my property… this alone makes all the trouble worth it.
"Aahh… I'm sorry… for interfering presumptuously…"
The receptionist bows deeply, sincerely apologizing.
"It's fine. You were just shocked, right? I mean, a married woman walking in here to become a slave."
"…It's just… unheard of for a noblewoman to receive a slave brand mark."
"You'll see more of that from now on."
"Excuse me?"
"Can you explain what brand value is?"
"It's a system that quantifies the brand status of trainers. Since you've just created your brand, and don't have any registered slaves yet, your current brand value is 30."
"What if I register Belita Grace as a slave?"
"…Your brand value would rise to 89,000. That's on par with the top trainers in the city."
Seriously?
Just registering Belita raises it that much?
I don't fully understand how amazing that is, but judging by the receptionist's stunned face, it must be a record-breaking jump.
A no-name rookie's first slave being Belita Grace?
That alone makes me proud.
"Are there any benefits?"
"Yes, here…"
She opens a screen and scrolls down.
I flinch at the sight of over fifty listed benefits.
There are a lot of them.
Some of the perks seem quite substantial.
"…Lady Belita Grace, would you like to begin the registration process?"
"Why are you asking the slave instead of me…?"
The receptionist stays quiet.
Belita seems lost in thought.
"Belita?"
"Give me a moment to think…"
"What?"
She turns away, and I follow closely behind.
"Belita, we need to register right away. That's why we came here, isn't it?"
"I'm the landlord of this city. If I register as the slave of an unknown trainer, people will laugh at me. Worse, it could damage the reputation of the Chartreuse family. This isn't something I can agree to on impulse."
"…"
"…I must've lost my senses for a moment. I need to go back and clear my mind."
....
….
I take Belita to the bathroom and fuck her doggy-style.
Squish, Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!
"Say it again!"
"Aahh♥ ang, ang, I'll be a pussy slave! I'll be a pussy slave…!"
Belita completely surrenders after four rounds of condom sex.
How dare a MILF pussy that can't do without a King Dick defy her master's will?
I grab Belita's breasts with both hands and shake my hips violently.
Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!!
"Repeat after me, 'I will become Master's pussy slave.'"
"I… will… ahh, ahh, become… Master's… pussy slave…!"
"Don't pretend to be expensive when you can't do without my dick, and have a pussy orgasm!"
"Oh, ok…. Ooohh …. Ot…. Ot…. Pussy's coming…. Pussy's coming…!"
"Hup! Hup! I'm going to thrust my dick into the pussy of a madam who pretends to be expensive!"
Belita wiggles her hips and acts coquettishly.
Belita, with her head bowed, obediently receives my pussy pounding.
She's lovely.
But it's outrageous that she embarrassed me.
"Come on!"
"Aahh♥ ang, ang…. I… I was wrong…. I take it back… I take it back, I was wrong♥"
I'll make you repent your past mistakes with dick thrusts!
Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!!
"Now that I'm pounding your pussy with my King Dick, do you finally understand your place?!"
"Ugh♥ Aahh♥ Aahh♥ thanks to your King Dick, I understand my place♥. Master's dick is the best…♥"
I'm going to give some tension to Belita's loose pussy with dick thrusts!
I vigorously rub my dick head and thrust into Belita's pussy.
Thrust, Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!!
"Ok! Oh…. Ooohh …!"
I squeeze her bouncing breasts and push my waist in.
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop♥
"Repent with your pussy!"
"Master…. Ughh…!"
"Belita's pussy is Master's pussy. Say it!"
"Be… Belita's pussy is Master's pussy…!"
"When you leave here, you'll become my property. I'll engrave it with my dick this time. Understand?"
"Yes, yes, I understand. I understand! Yes, yeshoo…♥"
Belita clenches her ass tightly and has a pussy orgasm.
As I relentlessly thrust my hard, erect dick, Belita can't help but moan loudly.
I'll teach you that you can't escape my dick even without a brand mark!
I'm cumming in this horny madam's pussy!
"Hup! Hup! I'm cumming! I'm cumming in Belita's pussy!"
"Yes, ang, ang…! In my pussy… please cum in my pussy!"
Belita hasn't forgotten what she learned.
A MILF with a firm ass clenches her pussy and begs me to cum, I can't resist this!
I thrust my dick deep into Belita's wet pussy and release my semen.
Spurt, spurt, spurt! Spurt, spurt!
"Slave brand mark coming!"
"Ugh…. Heugh…!"
Aahh♥ it feels good…♥ I press my waist close to her and rub my pubic bone against her ass while continuing to cum.
I keep injecting semen until the condom is full, while squeezing Belita's ass.
"Don't make me feel neglected anymore."
"…Ugh. Okay…."
Aahh♥ I keep cumming….
It feels like I'm scraping out all the cum that was sleeping at the bottom of my balls and releasing it.
I whisper to Belita, still pressed against her ass,
"Then it's okay if I engrave it on your stomach instead of your arm, right?"
"…."
"Answer!"
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust♥
"Haah…. Okay…. Okay…. I'll get it on my… stomach…."
"When you get back, show it to your husband and get his approval after the fact. Got it?"
"…."
Belita lowers her head and sighs as if she's at a loss for words.
"Answer!"
I stir her pussy with my erect dick, and Belita nods frantically.
"Yes, yes…! I'll get Master's brand mark engraved on my… uterus… and get my husband's approval…!"
"Good."
I pull out and attach the used condom to Belita's panty string.
It looks nice with one on each side.
"Let's go."
I take Belita, who has become docile from the afterglow of her pussy orgasm, back to the receptionist.
"Lady Belita…? Are you alright?"
"…Please register me… as a pussy slave…."
"…Yes?"
"…I'm going to register as a pussy slave…. So please prepare the engraver…."
"Does that mean you want to register yourself as the property of trainer Geum Taeyang?"
Belita nods.
"Yes…♥"
I gently kiss Belita on the forehead.
"Good job, Belita," I say.
The receptionist's cheeks flush a deep red. It seems she has a vague idea of what happened while we were in the bathroom.
"I've contacted the engraver. Please proceed to Room B-14 for the branding."
I take Belita with me and head to the designated room.
Inside is a white, sterile-looking space. A woman is already there, her back turned to us. Like the receptionist, she's wearing an ultra-miniskirt that barely covers her shapely figure.
Wow...
Even among the beautiful women at the center, her looks stand out. The glimpse I catch of her lower curves as she faces away is burned into my memory.
That body is insane.
"I'm the engraver, Peridot," she says, turning around.
I'm taken aback again. Her chest is just as impressive as Belita's—maybe even more so.
She has a youthful face, but her figure is jaw-dropping. She appears to be in her early twenties. Her hair and eyes are a vibrant green, matching the gemstone she's named after. Her hair falls just to her shoulders.
Her face is so stunning that it's hard not to stare.
"Customer?"
"Aahh♥ I'm Geum Taeyang."
I reach out my hand for a handshake, but Peridot just looks down at my hand.
…I washed my hands cleanly.
Just as I'm about to feel a little embarrassed, Peridot bows her head.
"I apologize. I'm not allowed to have physical contact with anyone else before the branding."
"Aahh♥ th… that's thorough…."
Is that true? Or did she make it up as an excuse?
I have no way of knowing.
But I choose to believe her. Despite her young age, she exudes a professional aura through her gestures.
"Slave, please come this way."
I'm surprised to hear her call Belita a slave.
Come to think of it, the only ones who come to be branded are slaves who will become the trainers' property.
It's not strange to call her a slave, but I'm still surprised because my brand is so special.
Belita doesn't get angry at the term and obediently follows Peridot's lead.
"Please take off all your clothes."
"All of them?"
"Yes."
"... "
As Belita's skin is revealed in the empty white room, I feel even more depraved.
It feels like I'm putting her on display and watching.
I think it's a good thing the engraver is a woman.
"Trainer, where on the slave's body would you like the permanent brand mark engraved?"
"On her stomach, please."
"Please press the exact spot with your finger."
I approach Belita, who is standing naked with her back straight.
I press my finger on her lower abdomen.
The woman's mons pubis. Also known as the "Mount of Venus."
"Excuse me for a moment."
Peridot puts on sanitary gloves and stretches her thumb and index finger to the limit before placing them on Belita's mons pubis.
"Shall I engrave the brand mark at this size?"
"Yes."
"If you want it in this location, we'll need to remove the hair."
"…."
"…."
I make eye contact with Belita.
Belita's face turns red up to her ears, and she closes her eyes tightly.
"Then let's remove the hair."
Trembling…. Belita's shoulders were shaking.
I can imagine how much she'll nag me when we leave here….
But it's so lovely to see her being obedient because she's with her master.
Maybe it's just my imagination, but her pussy seems a little wet too.
'It's not my imagination, is it?'
I rub Belita's pussy with my finger.
"Ugh…!"
"Are you excited? Thinking about getting my brand mark on your body?"
It seems like I'm not the only one who's excited.
Belita bites her lip and glares at me.
"We'll do that later."
"Are you excited? Huh?"
I lightly pinch her clitoris.
Belita flinches and nods.
"Later... Master..."
She seems unable to stand being like this in front of the engraver.
Peridot, on the other hand, doesn't seem bothered by Belita.
In fact, she was looking at me with a sharp gaze.
"Trainer, please refrain from such actions before the branding process."
"I apologize."
I got scolded.
"It's to prevent impurities from mixing in."
"Do you do hair removal here, too?"
"Yes, we perform waxing."
Whoa!
I can watch Belita get waxed!
"Can I watch?"
"As long as you don't touch her like you did earlier, it's fine."
"I...I don't want to..."
"Hey, be quiet, slave."
"... "
Belita glared at me as if to say, "Just you wait."
There are so many hurdles to overcome before getting the brand mark engraved. Why am I enjoying this so much?
If it were as easy as stamping a seal, I wouldn't be this excited.
"Please lie down on the treatment table."
Belita does as Peridot instructs. She climbs onto the treatment table naked and spreads her legs.