Chapter 58: It Feels Like Giving Tension- 2
"Spread your legs wider, please."
Belita complies with Peridot's request.
She once said that she couldn't tolerate being under a man, but she does it for the sake of the procedure.
It must be uncomfortable for her to be naked and follow instructions.
Her flushed face reflects that thought perfectly.
"This is so fucking hot..."
The situation itself is unbelievably hot: a blonde, busty MILF getting her hair removed because of me.
I've shaved hairy pussies with a razor before, but that's old-fashioned.
Hair removal requires careful maintenance, so a professional's touch is most reliable.
The waxer performing the procedure is also focused on her work. Her breasts bounce just like Belita's, and I roll my eyes, forgetting to breathe.
"Hurry up and start."
Belita mutters in a voice that trails off.
Regardless of whether the slave is impatient, Peridot calmly assesses the situation.
She sprays what appears to be a cleanser onto Belita's groin. Then, an unimaginable tool appears.
...A comb! I burst out laughing.
"Why are you laughing?"
Belita tries to raise her head to see what's happening to her lower body, but...
She groans, unable to see because her breasts are in the way.
Hahaha!
"Stay still, Belita. You'll find out soon."
"What on earth.... Hiyaak!"
With an infinitely serious expression, Peridot starts combing.
Her pubic hair is golden, the same color as her head hair!
"Puhaha!"
Peridot's eyes narrowed.
"Please be quiet."
"I apologize."
I got scolded.
How could I not laugh when Belita was having her pubic hair combed?
She grabs my sleeve tightly and trembles like a pregnant woman holding her husband's hair.
"Engraver! Explain what you're doing right now."
"I'm combing the hair so it doesn't get tangled when I apply the wax."
"Ugh krrut...!"
The explanation is so convincing that Belita has no choice but to keep her mouth shut.
I flinch even when Belita speaks harshly, but the engraver is quite bold for her age.
She's about the same age as me, even though she's young.
Her delicate combing seems to speak of her skill.
Peridot carefully applies wax to Belita's plump mons pubis and prepares to remove the hair.
Belita seems a little scared and grabs my sleeve tightly.
"It's okay. The engraver will do a good job."
"...Ugh..."
Even I would get goosebumps thinking about tearing that off all at once.
This isn't torture; there's no reason to do it that way.
Peridot removes Belita's pubic hair little by little, starting from the outside.
Her hand movements are so fast that there's a "snap" sound every time she pulls off the waxing strip.
She immediately applies lubricant to the sensitive skin and then snaps off the next hair.
Peridot performs this repetitive action quickly and accurately.
"Hh… hh…"
Belita gasps every time a hair is pulled out. However, she doesn't seem to be in pain.
That means Peridot is really good at her job.
However, because it's such a sensitive area, Belita's resistance grows stronger the farther in they go.
"Ahh...ah... Wait a minute. I'm getting the brand mark on my lower abdomen. Isn't it unnecessary to remove the hair there?"
"It'll look strange if we leave it."
"...Krrk.... That's true, but..."
"I'll remove it."
Snap!
"Huuuk!"
I massage Belita's breasts to soothe her.
She looks at me with a resentful gaze, as if to say, "This is your fault."
I can't help but be turned on by her every gesture and look.
Peridot enlarges the area of hair removal and pats Belita's inner thigh.
Like a nurse does when giving an injection.
I burst out laughing again.
"That's the thrusting Belita likes, right?"
"Krrk, you..."
"...?"
Peridot glanced at me with a puzzled look, then focused on hair removal again.
Snap! Spritz, spritz (sound of cleanser being sprayed). Pat, pat, pat...♥
"H!"
I secretly squeeze Belita's breasts while Peridot isn't looking.
"Haa.... Haa...."
She doesn't seem to have the energy to care about her breasts.
"We're finished. I'll give you some ointment. Please apply an appropriate amount for three days to take care of it."
"It's… over?"
"Hmm…."
Peridot suddenly spreads Belita's ass with both hands.
Wow….
"There's some hair here too. Would you like to remove it all while we're at it?"
"Wh… what, what!"
Hair there means….
Belita sits up abruptly with a red face.
"Nonsense! There's no way there's hair there."
"It's fine, but it's there. Everyone has it, so there's no need to be ashamed."
'Does the Ms. Engraver have asshole hair too?'
I barely manage to hold back from butting in with a tactless question.
"Ugh♥ krrruuk! Why are you listening? Get out! Get out!"
"Are you embarrassed, Belita?"
"I shouldn't have agreed to this branding after all!"
It's cute how Belita is flustered about her pubic hair being exposed in front of a young woman, even though she's given birth to a child.
Back in the modern world, there was a wife who pushed me away because her armpits were prickly.
I say with a smirk.
"Why don't you get it removed here?"
"Krrk.... I...I don't have hair like that!"
"Let's see. Is it growing thick?"
"There's no way it's growing thick!"
I go behind Peridot and look at Belita's asshole.
It's hard to reach that far back and shave, so it's no surprise that there's hair.
"Ugh! Don't stare!"
"Ms. Engraver, how long will it take?"
"Just a minute."
"That's what she says. Belita?"
"Quickly. Finish it quickly."
"Then please lift your butt."
"Hic...!"
Wow, Peridot is bold.
She lifts the madam's butt and starts removing the hair from her asshole without hesitation.
She's a ruthless asshole hair slayer!
"... "
Even though I'm watching closely from the side, Peridot doesn't lose focus.
Snap! Spritz, spritz! Pat, pat, pat!
Even though the waxing just finished, Belita is already slumped over, looking exhausted.
"Trainer, I'll confirm one thing before proceeding with the branding."
"Yes?"
"Branding is a procedure to bind a slave. Once engraved, it can never be removed without the master's permission."
"I'm aware of that. But how does the brand mark identify me? I'm curious about the principle…."
I guess there's nothing I can do if she just says it's magic.
But Peridot seems to be thinking about explaining it in a way I can understand, she hesitates for a moment and then….
"We use blood."
"Blood?"
"This is also called blood magic, as it uses the technique of the blood clan.
It's a contract of servitude through the trainer's blood."
"It must be very powerful."
"Yes. Even the ancient gods cannot break it."
…Gods.
She speaks as if they actually exist.
"Once the brand mark is engraved, the master can faintly sense the slave's physical condition and… where they are.
If they focus, they can feel it even more strongly."
"So there's no way to escape."
"That's right, unless the master is killed and the slave runs away."
That thought sends a chill down my spine.
"If the master dies, does the brand mark disappear?"
"No, it doesn't. If the master who needs to release it dies, the mark remains forever. It can never be erased."
A mark that can never be removed.
Hearing those words, it seems pointless to try to mutilate the body part where the brand is engraved.
Unless you completely vanish from this world...
That's terrifying.
The fact that such a dreadful brand is used simply as a mark for slave management is horrifying.
At that moment, I realize this city is far more twisted than I had imagined.
They say places where people live tend to be similar, but Isil feels different.
It's as if Isil is a place filled only with slaves and their masters.
"If you have no further questions, I will begin the branding."
"Yes, please."
Just moments ago, I was laughing while watching Belita struggle, but now the atmosphere is solemn as the branding starts.
Peridot carefully draws the design on the spot where the brand will be placed, then turns to me.
"I will draw some blood."
"Okay."
I extend the arm where I had just drawn blood.
Since she's using blood, it feels more like a ritual than magic.
While I wait, Belita suddenly grabs my hand.
"Belita?"
"Stay with me."
Is she scared? Belita too.
"Just stay with me."
She tries not to show her fear.
I stroke Belita's head and watch the branding process.
Then, suddenly...
You can now understand the condition of the slave you own.
My voice echoes in my mind.
It's the 'monologue' I haven't heard in a long time.
It floods my mind with information I didn't even know, displaying details only I can see right before my eyes.
Name: Belita Grace
Age: 31
Family: Grace
Race: Human
Marital Status: Married
Residence: Grace Mansion, 3rd Street, Beast District
［Appearance: Golden hair reaching down to her waist, fiery red eyes, beautiful features. Large breasts and well-developed hips are noticeable］
［One word: "How dare you…."］
［Pregnancy: Pregnant with Geum Taeyang's child (1 week)］ ［Permanent Seal: Yes］
［Preferred position: Doggy style］
［Trainer in charge: Geum Taeyang］
［Favorite play: Getting her breasts squeezed and fucked doggy-style］
［Brand mark location: Stomach (uterus)］
［Habit: When a dick that's too big to handle reaches her uterus, she involuntarily spreads her legs］
What is this? Suddenly, Belita's condition floods into my mind.
Feeling flustered, I ask Peridot, "Does a status window like this appear when you engrave a brand mark?"
She remains silent for a moment, carefully finishing her work before responding.
"This is the first time I've heard of something like that."
Could it be that my 'monologue' skill has somehow merged with the branding technique?
As I focus, even more information pours into my mind.
To my surprise, it reveals and visualizes Belita's innermost thoughts.
[Aptitude]
Physical Aptitude: Pretty face, excellent breasts, moderate height, firm buttocks
Personal aptitude: Luck with money, high pride, sensitivity, irritability, and a sharp tongue.
Unconscious aptitude: Unexpected devotion, sensitive breasts, and a liking for big dicks.
Inner Side:
[Charm] Belita exudes a domineering aura that stimulates men's desire for dominance.
[Instinct] She has no intention of having sex with her husband. His small dick does not stimulate her reproductive desire at all.
[Interest] Belita is only interested in having sex with her master, Geum Taeyang. She wants to be thoroughly violated by her master's "King Dick."
[Desire] She has a strong desire to get pregnant. She thinks it's okay to get pregnant by you without her husband's knowledge.
[Thoughts about you] "He lacks class, but his dick is perfect. The size, thickness, and hardness are unbeatable. I can never give up Master's dick."
Although fragmented, the monologue blatantly exposes Belita's innermost thoughts:
"Her husband's small, thread-like dick"...
Even though Belita is disillusioned with her married life, she wouldn't say such harsh words to her husband.
Being outspoken without using swear words is our blonde madam's charm.
In other words, this is...
It's Belita's inner thoughts that she has never told anyone.
On the other hand, the fact that she desires my dick so strongly....
I find myself focusing more and more on the information flowing in.
The engravings and training progress whispered to me by the monologue come to mind.
Training:
Breast sensitivity:■■□
Pussy sensitivity: ■■■
Clitoral sensitivity: ■■■
Anal sensitivity: ■□□
Kiss addiction: ■■■■
Semen addiction:
Sex addiction:
Masturbation addiction:
Consent: She has consented to sexual activity with you.
Baby Making: She is actively engaging in sex with you for the purpose of conceiving a child.
Slave Brand: She has decided to get your brand mark engraved on her body and become your slave.
[Status]
Obedience Status:
Loyalty Status: ■□□
Affection Status: ■□□
Corruption Status: ■■■
Service Status: ■■■
Resistance Status: ■□□
Pampered Status: □□□□□
I've seen it all:
Belita's secret that not even she knows....
Is it invisible to others?
It's right in front of me, entering my head.
Belita seems completely oblivious.
"I made a big decision. If you remain an insignificant trainer, I won't forgive you."
[Branding skill acquired] [Fateful Development acquired]
"We're finished."
"It says I've acquired something called the Branding skill."
"Yes, if you use the Branding skill, you can adjust the size of the brand mark or change its location."
"Really?"
Such a convenient function!
Since many trainers were sensitive to symmetry and size settings, that function was added."
"Then what is the Fateful Development?"
"Excuse me?"
"Fateful?"
Peridot tilts her head slightly, as if hearing this for the first time, too.
"You don't acquire any skills other than Branding."
"Ah! I must have confused it with another skill."
I laugh it off and chuckle.
I quickly realize that this is a phenomenon that only happens to me.
Fateful development!
Just hearing it makes my heart swell.
Why has this power been bestowed upon me?
Suddenly, I remember what Ariella said:
"The power to overturn causality and defy providence. Collapsers always have that kind of power within them."
Could it be...?
If there's a power within me that can't be revealed by a simple blood test...
Am I a Collapser?
"But where in my body is such dramatic power?"
I look down at my dick.
It feels like my erect dick is saying,
"You clueless bastard."