Chapter 59: I think I Became a Blonde And Tanned?
If my king-sized dick, which had been fucking frustrated milfs, got even stronger after crossing the gate, wouldn't I be called a collapse man with a collapse dick?
I might be remembered as the first human with a "power that defies providence" attached to my dick.
What if I get stronger with the support of my monologue? I...
I'm truly a MILF pussy breaker!
"This is amazing!"
I shuddered.
"Are you that happy?"
Belita, who had been clenching her fists in joy, approached me.
Completely mine, she twisted her body shyly.
She looks even more beautiful now that she's pregnant with my baby.
"Belita, thank you. For becoming my pussy slave."
"Hmph. Don't treat me roughly just because I'm your tool."
I hugged Belita tightly and kissed her.
Treat her roughly? The woman carrying my child?
No way. I'll hold her gently and grind against her.
Belita frowned slightly, as if displeased, but immediately accepted me with resignation.
Ah...
Belita... Mama Belita...!
Rub, rub.
"Haa, you're such a monkey-like master..."
"Belita. Belita..."
"Now that you've branded me a pussy slave, I'm officially yours."
"Woohoo!"
Belita flinched when I made a monkey-like sound.
"Your name will be known from now on, so act with dignity."
Peridot, who had finished the procedure, stood with her hand on her belly button, waiting for me.
"Please take care of my slave's engraving next time, too, Ms. Peridot."
"It would be my pleasure to be appointed. There will be an additional fee, though."
"I'll pay anything."
After watching the entire engraving process from beginning to end today, I realized that this job cannot be entrusted to a male engraver.
I realized that this job cannot be entrusted to a male engraver.
Now that it's over, will she shake my hand?
I held out my hand to Peridot.
"I'm Geum Taeyang, the MILF Hunter."
"I'm Peridot, the engraver."
The moment my hand touched the busty center employee, I felt my dick harden.
Ah, so soft.
Even though Peridot saw my bulge, she maintained an expressionless face, as if she wasn't impressed.
But I liked it even more because of that.
She felt like a highly educated, elite secretary from a prestigious university.
I wish she were my assistant.
How much would Peridot cost?
Being one of the top trainers in the district wouldn't be enough.
At the very least, I would have to be a trainer who has conquered the Beast District.
I would have to be a trainer who has conquered the Beast District so that my "gao" (pride/face) can live, as the saying goes.
Her product value is clearly S-class or higher.
"I'll take my leave now."
Since there was no reason to stay any longer, we went outside as well.
"Master. Look back."
"Huh? Why?"
Belita examined every corner of my body, then narrowed her eyes as if she disliked something.
"Get your hair styled at the center before you go. You're a mess."
"That bad?"
"You wear fancy clothes but don't comb your hair, so you look like nouveau riche who just struck it rich."
"... "
That's an accurate observation, ma'am.
I haven't had much of a chance to care about it lately.
Suddenly, a good idea came to mind.
"Then I'll go get dressed up for a bit. Will you wait?"
"Make you wait? You've got guts."
"What's the model answer in this situation, ma'am?"
"You should have come out perfectly dressed from the moment you met me."
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In other words, I was wrong from the beginning.
"I was going to wash my hair, at least, but a tyrant of a woman threatened to demolish the workshop if I didn't come out."
"Okay, I'm a little to blame this time too. So what? You were sleeping in until that time, and your excuses are plausible."
Belita crossed her arms under her breasts and proudly raised her chin.
I gently placed my hand on her belly.
"Ugh..."
The warm slave mark.
The first slave of the MILF Hunter brand. Belita Grace.
Just by touching her, she seems to be aware of her situation now.
"Wait quietly. Got it?"
"I got it."
"Don't go anywhere."
"Am I a child...? I'll take care of it."
I sat Belita down and went to the beauty shop.
At first, I wondered why such a place existed in the Trainer Association, but...
Upon further thought, it made sense for it to exist.
No company simply discards the main body when selling a product.
They carefully package it in a box with a manual and appeal to their brand value.
Slave sales are the same.
One section of the Magnetar Center that I hadn't known about was actually a full beauty shop.
They sold women's underwear and cosmetics. There were also coordinators and makeup artists who specialized in making slaves look more attractive.
The technicians here were as young and beautiful as the slaves the trainers brought around. That made the place feel very reliable.
I headed straight to the hair salon.
"Welcome. How can I help you?" the stylist asked.
"Please trim the messy parts and dye my hair blonde," I said.
I had dyed my hair blonde for a while back in school to match my nickname, but today my purpose felt very different.
Yes, the time had come for me to be reborn as a true Geum Taeyang.
"Please dye mine white," said the man sitting next to me, who looked about my age.
He was handsome, with black horn-rimmed glasses and slicked-back hair styled with pomade.
Could he be a colleague?
"Hello," I said.
"Hello," he replied.
"My name's Ostega."
"I'm Geum Taeyang."
"You're dyeing it gold, just like your name."
I laughed.
"Doesn't it suit my image?"
"It does. You seem to have a good body, too. Wouldn't it stand out even more if you went to a tanning salon and tanned your skin?"
"There's a tanning salon?"
"Yes. Over there…"
What a fateful turn of events.
Something invisible seemed to be guiding me.
"Thank you. I'll buy you a meal sometime," I said, using a Korean expression of gratitude.
"I'm looking forward to that. If you don't mind, can I ask your brand name?"
Ostega smiled.
"Milf Hunter."
"Ooh…"
I expected him to scoff at the unusual brand name, but instead, he showed genuine admiration.
"Milf…! Do you really train married women?"
"Yes."
"That's a difficult path. I'll cheer you on."
"What about you, Mr. Ostega?"
"I'm 'Black Hole'… brand value 45,000."
"...Black Hole?"
"I'm an asshole-specialized trainer."
"Oh!"
Hearing his brand name, I gasped just like Ostega had.
The dark path he walked was vivid in my mind.
Black Hole… what a fitting name!
"When you need an obedient asshole slave, please find me."
"Okay."
I even got Ostega's business card.
Brand value 45,000…
Successful trainers really do have a different aura.
I should work hard to develop that kind of presence too.
Belita's 'nouveau riche' comment was accurate. It hit the mark about my current situation.
I'd hunted a big shot before gaining proper experience.
On my own, I would have struggled a lot.
That's right — if it weren't for Master's careful planning…
I need to become a smart trainer like Master Bior.
Hunting a married woman already caught in a trap isn't difficult.
But hunting sometimes begins by following the trail of a swift beast whose tail is hard to see.
I'm tired of dealing with captured milfs. My skill lies in the process leading up to that moment.
"It's finished."
The blonde version of myself smiled back from the mirror.
The bright, vivid gold color gave me confidence.
The dye was thorough, down to the roots. It only took about 30 minutes.
Next, I went to the tanning salon. I stripped naked and tanned my entire body to a nice bronze color.
It took only 20 minutes.
The power of magic is amazing!
"The cost for a full-body tan is one gold coin."
"Here you go."
The shop owner, a young woman, glanced at my bronze abs with interest.
I smirked.
"Do I look good with a tan?"
"…Ah! Yes. It suits you well."
Of course.
Based on the Geum Taeyang Destiny Theory, I'm confident no one suits 'blonde tanning' better than me.
Belita probably didn't expect me to tan my skin, because she didn't recognize me when I approached.
"Belita."
"…Are you rebelling?"
The corners of her mouth twitched.
Was she holding back a smile?
"Your dignity has dropped even further. You look like a delinquent."
An accurate observation.
"Don't you think maximizing your strengths, rather than hiding weaknesses, is the right way to grow?"
I unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt.
Belita's expression was very clear.
"…Hmm."
I held back a laugh.
"It suits you well enough."
"I knew Belita would understand."
"I like that you look healthy. If you want to emphasize the image of an active trainer… it might work."
"It will work well, right? Especially for milfs around Belita's age."
"It sounds like you're saying my sense is behind compared to younger women."
"Not at all. Mature women have insights that younger girls don't."
"…It feels unpleasant, like you're trying to coax me with sweet talk."
As expected from a mature woman.
Excellent insight.
"But I'll let it slide today.
At least I like it."
I was relieved that I passed Belita's picky eyes.
"Shall we go now?"
"Wait."
Belita stared at me intently.
"This won't do. I'll buy you some clothes. This time, master, you wait."
Before I could stop her, she walked away toward the beauty shop, accompanied by two maids who appeared out of nowhere.
I was glad she didn't say we should go together.
Belita must have had a clear vision in her mind.
Meanwhile, I approached the receptionist and checked the benefits available to a trainer with a brand value of 85,000.
I could reserve up to three B-class or lower slaves.
Suddenly, I thought of the two women I had used and discarded as disposable onahole pussies.
Sona and Lena.
Twin sisters who were decent enough for disposable use.
I hadn't seen them since we separated after meeting the capture team.
But I had a hunch about where they might be.
Right here, at the Magnetar Center.
It was unlikely that The Imperial Hunter, led by a woman, would have harmed the nughralized Sona and Lena.
They would probably be neatly packaged and displayed in the slave sales area.
They had become the capture team's achievement, so I hadn't gotten any money.
Suddenly, I felt an urge to see Sona and Lena on display.
"If I use this reservation right, no one else can claim them?"
"Yes. It's a first-time limited service provided by the association. Even trainers with higher brand value can't get them."
"Then, by any chance, can you search for slaves with specific characteristics I mention?"
"Of course, trainer."
"Twin sisters captured on the same day at the same time. Both have pink hair, and the older sister's hair is longer."
"Aahh. I found them. They're in the B-class slave sales area. Would you like to check?"
I found them more easily than I expected.
I briefly left my seat and went to the slave sales area.
Several trainers were standing in front of the capsule where Sona and Lena were displayed.
"They're pretty. At least A-class level."
"Look at the log. It says they were gang-raped or something. Their assholes must be already stretched out."
"Their pussies still look pretty though…"
"Should we raise them and sell them?"
I understood.
Their value had dropped to B-class because I had used them so thoroughly.
Sona and Lena had looks worthy of at least A-class.
But the Magnetar Center, as Master said, only sells 'verified slaves'.
Since I fucked every hole they had, their product value could only decrease.
The log said this:
「The two women are confirmed to be twin sisters. At the time of discovery, no items that could identify them were found, and they are presumed to have been gang-raped by about twenty men while tied up with ropes.
Pregnancy has not been confirmed.」
A chuckle escaped my lips.
When they captured the scene, I guess they couldn't imagine it was done by just one person.
Still, if they thought about it carefully, they would have realized that twenty people couldn't have come and gone in the restricted area…
They just wrote it as they saw it.
It was undeniably a disgusting scene to investigate in detail.
Sona and Lena hung in the air, their entire bodies tied up and leaking waterfalls of semen from their loosened anuses and pussys.
Unless you had a strong stomach, touching them would have been difficult.
"They seem to have put all sorts of foreign objects in their assholes. Even though they're being treated, you can see how stretched out their sphincters are."
"Those sphincters will take a month to recover."
"Their pussies are bad too. How hard did they fuck them? There are many scratches inside."
The trainers clicked their tongues as they looked at pictures of the twin sisters' holes and cross-sectional diagrams.
Still, Sona and Lena were each worth fifty gold coins.
They were in the upper-middle rank among slaves, with a B-class product value.
Their faces deserved at least an A-class rating, but it seemed like they had fallen to a B-class due to various reasons.
Like accident cars, which are sold at a low price but still don't sell easily, the twins attracted attention, but I understood why they hadn't been sold until I came along.
....
Should I reserve them for now?
Later, when I get a bigger place, I can buy display capsules and use them as onahole pussies.
Yeah, it would be a waste to let other guys take them.
After all, I might want to use those onahole pussies myself, right?
With that decided, I went back to the receptionist and told her my intention.
"I'd like to reserve the twin sisters."
"Confirmed. The slaves will be kept in frozen capsules until the transaction is finalized."
"Yes, please keep them as they are."
Just then, Belita came out of the beauty shop. With a simple nod, she signaled the maids to hand me a pile of shopping bags.
"I picked these out so they're easy to mix and match. Next time, you can choose from these."
"Thanks, Belita."
I gratefully accepted the clothes she gave me.
For now, we decided to go our separate ways.
Belita now has to tell her husband that she has become Geum Taeyang's pussy slave.
As the one who caused the family crisis, I stuck to Belita and kissed her goodbye.
"You can do it, right? Belita."
"Chu…. Chu…. Yes…♥"
A mother who's blinded by the king sized dick and engraved with a slave mark, of course she can do it.
I returned to the workshop as the sun was setting.
The moment Cecil saw my tanned skin, she gasped.
"Oppa… you're burnt!" she exclaimed.