Chapter 92: Until She Became - 1
During the day, I took out the dragon carriage to go out with the Verdia.
"Time to work, you bastard!" the trainer shouted as he placed a bridle on the wyvern's head and began to gently pull it forward.
The wyvern, harnessed to the dragon carriage, reluctantly moved its heavy body in response to the trainer's command.
Cecil and I watched the scene from behind.
"Where are we going today, Oppa?" she asked.
"You seem excited. It's been a while since we last went out," I replied.
"I'm always thrilled to visit new places."
It seemed her long-dormant adventurer's spirit had been stirred.
"Unfortunately, we're only going to the Magnetar Center today."
"Magnetar…?"
The Trainer Association, Magnetar, is a central facility equipped with everything a trainer might need. It's located in the heart of Isil.
"If adventurers have guilds, trainers have centers."
"So you're going there to report your achievements?"
"That's right."
"Oppa, are you leveling up?"
"Yes. It's a level up."
There's no visible level in my status window, but I could feel it—this was definitely an upgrade.
"It might be boring, but do you want to come with me?"
Today, I was taking Verdia. There could be danger. I was far more nervous than when I had brought Belita.
"Yes! I want to go with you."
In this city, it's legal to own another person. But owning Verdia isn't just about having the right to sleep with her whenever I want. It means much more.
A noblewoman is a treasure. It wouldn't be surprising if others coveted her.
Once the engraving is complete, I'll be able to relax a little. But until then, I need to stay vigilant.
Having Cecil with me was a relief.
"Verdia."
Right then, Verdia appeared, ready to go out.
She looked stunning.
"How do I look, hubby?"
"It suits you perfectly."
Her hair was neatly pulled back, and her blue dress, with its off-shoulder design, matched her elegance beautifully.
"Um, who is she…?" Verdia asked, curious about Cecil.
"She's my assistant, Cecilia."
"Didn't I introduce you during the filming?"
"Ah…♥ This is the first time we're meeting properly in person. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, Madam!"
"Shall we go now? Time for the engraving."
"…Yes."
As we boarded the dragon carriage, the guards began moving busily.
"Open the gates!"
I felt deeply moved. I was finally leaving this place alive.
People on the street looked up at the dragon carriage as it rolled out.
Seeing them through the window reminded me of when I used to celebrate just receiving a single gold or silver coin.
It wasn't that long ago.
"…"
"Verdia?"
She looked unusually tense.
"Is… the engraving process… very painful?"
Ah…I had been too insensitive.
This was Verdia's first time. Of course, she was nervous.
I immediately clung to Verdia and kneaded her breasts.
I didn't forget to suck on her neck deliciously.
"Aahhhh♥ hubby…"
"It doesn't hurt at all. Don't worry. I'll be with you the entire time."
"I'm relieved if you're by my side, hubby… but the thought of showing my skin to others…"
Verdia's face turned pale, clearly anxious at the idea.
"Don't worry. Only Cecilia, the Madam, the engraver, and I will be in the room. And the engraver is a woman."
"A woman…"
She seemed a little more at ease and lightly patted her chest, trying to calm herself.
This was my second time after Belita, but the thrill of engraving a slave mark on a noblewoman's body never wore off.
Just looking at Verdia's nervous profile made my blood heat up.
"Are you ready to become my slave, Verdia?"
"Yes, hubby."
Soon, we arrived at the Magnetar Center.
Cecil jumped out first and scanned the area.
"Perimeter clear."
Then I stepped out and offered my hand to Verdia.
The receptionist's eyes widened when she saw us approaching.
"Lady Verdia?!"
"…"
Verdia couldn't look her in the eye. She clung tightly to my side, clearly embarrassed.
Is she ashamed to be here for an engraving?
I grabbed her backside firmly as we reached the desk.
"We're here for an engraving."
"Are you… Milf Hunter Geum Taeyang?"
"Yes."
Milf Hunter—my second name. One I now carried with pride.
"And the woman beside you…?"
Verdia's cheeks flushed, but she answered with confidence.
"V-Verdia Chartreuse…"
"You're really here… for a slave engraving?"
The surrounding air buzzed with whispers.
Other trainers in the waiting area turned their heads.
When I came here with Belita, it was quiet. But this time, the room was more crowded.
Some had their slaves with them, but even at a glance, Verdia stood out. She was on a completely different level.
The difference in class was obvious to everyone.
"Yes… I'm here as Master's…"
I gave her ass a firm squeeze.
"Ah… I'm here to become hubby's slave."
"Call the engraver. The same woman who handled Belita."
"You mean Peridot?"
The thought of seeing Peridot again stirred something in me. No—this time, I'd ask Verdia to buy her for me.
…But something felt off. Even though everything seemed set, the receptionist hesitated.
"Is there a problem?"
"T-This time, there will be a verification process."
"Verification process?"
What's that supposed to mean? Isn't consent enough?
Suddenly, the air turned cold. I had felt this kind of tension before.
"Look over there."
"The Emperor's… imperial guards…"
"Don't make eye contact."
…I didn't think I'd see her again.
A striking woman in a black latex suit entered the room.
The receptionist backed away and hid herself.
What, am I a criminal now?
Though her face was covered with a gas-mask-like helmet, my instincts told me everything. She was dangerous.
Two armed men followed closely behind her.
"Are you Trainer Geum Taeyang?"
"So you remember me."
She nodded slightly.
"We received a report that Lady Chartreuse is here at the Magnetar Center."
Of course. Just Verdia's presence here was enough to alert the Imperial Hunters.
When I thought about it, it wasn't so surprising.
The four great noble families are directly tied to the Emperor. They're in a league of their own.
If a trainer appeared with someone from one of those families—especially the wife of a family head—there's no way they'd ignore it.
"We'd like to conduct a verification."
"Before that… what exactly are you verifying?"
"Planning to sAahhhhh me again and do a physical checkup like last time?"
I wasn't polite. I had already experienced their brutality once.
Cecil was also on edge, quietly analyzing their movements. She could sense they were capable of killing me at any moment.
Can Cecil take them? Cecil was powerful—stronger than me by far.
But they were stronger.
It wasn't just the weapons. Even though the latex woman was two heads shorter than me, her presence dominated the room.
One wrong move, and I'd be dead. No chance to speak, no time to react.
That sense of doom clutched at my chest.
"No need for such a thorough inspection. We'll simply verify whether there was any abduction, hypnosis, drugs, or threats involved."
…That was a relief.
In that area, I was innocent.
Sure, I corrupted her body with my dick, and maybe there was a little trickery to get her into bed, but if they cracked down on every detail like that, the entire trainer system would collapse.
Still…
Hypnosis and threats were expected, but drugs too?
Were the four great families really so untouchable?
Even Master probably didn't know. I might be the first trainer to enslave someone from the four families.
"What happens if the verification doesn't go in my favor?"
"Tarnishing the reputation of the four great families is punishable by immediate execution."
…Shit.
That's the opposite of reassuring.
Now, my life hangs entirely on Verdia's testimony.
If she says, "He threatened me," it's over.
This was a life-or-death situation for me.
"Excuse me for a moment," I said, trying to appear calm. But sweat trickled down my back.
Even though I trusted Verdia completely… the thought that my life could end with just one word from her was terrifying.
"Were you forced to come here?" the woman in latex asked.
Verdia shook her head. "I came here of my own free will."
"Please open your eyes wide."
The woman silently examined her expression for a few seconds.
"Verdia Chartreuse, did you come here willingly to become Trainer Geum Taeyang's possession?"
"Ugh…♥"
All eyes were on her. After a brief hesitation, Verdia nodded.
"Yes."
"Is the head of the Chartreuse family aware of this?"
"Yes…"
Everything was going smoothly.
"Can you prove it?"
This was my chance.
I reached into my pocket.
"Stop! Move and you'll be shot."
One of the subordinates immediately raised his gun toward me.
Cecil stepped forward, baring her teeth in warning.
"If you hurt Oppa, I won't stand still!"
"Stand down."
The woman in latex stopped him with a calm command.
I slowly took out the rolled-up certificate, sealed with the green deer emblem of House Chartreuse, and handed it over.
"What's this?"
"A certificate written and signed by the head of the family."
I had gotten it notarized just in case, not expecting I'd actually need it.
Now I was glad I did.
Honestly, you need more than just skill to train a noblewoman into a slave and get her husband's consent. You need luck too.
With the Chartreuse family's full approval, there was no reason for them to question me.
"It says, 'I consent to my wife, Verdia Chartreuse, becoming Milf Hunter Geum Taeyang's… slave.'"
Whoa… I didn't expect her to read it out loud.
The original wording had been "pussy slave," but she skipped over that part and looked slightly flustered. Judging from that reaction… yeah... she's probably a virgin.
"…Are you sure this was written by her husband?"
"I've never seen this document before, but…"
Verdia looked it over carefully and nodded.
"This is definitely his handwriting."
That settled it. The tense atmosphere vanished almost instantly.
The latex woman lowered her head slightly.
"I apologize for the inconvenience, Sir Taeyang."
"It's fine," I replied, though my voice trembled more than I expected. The stress was catching up with me.
"Is the verification process over?"
"Yes. Since Lady Verdia was enslaved through legitimate means, we've concluded that the reputation of the four great families remains unharmed."
"Legitimate means…"
If training counts as legitimate, then I've got nothing to be ashamed of.
"Please pass on a message to Ariella too."
She didn't respond.
You're next, I wanted to say, but I held back. Everyone was watching. I didn't want to draw more attention.
"This news will also be reported to Her Majesty the Emperor."
The woman turned and walked away.
The Emperor… I wonder what kind of person they are?
"Sir Taeyang, shall I call the engraver now?"
The receptionist was finally back to work mode.
"Yes. Please call Peridot."
"Proceed to Room B-14."
I brought Verdia and Cecil to the engraving room.
Inside, a pale white room awaited us. A beautiful woman with large breasts and a tight mini-uniform stood ready.
"I'm Peridot, the engraver."
Ah! We meet again!
Those blessed curves… they're enough to lift anyone's spirits.
"…Customer?"
"Do you remember me?"
"I'm sorry. I can't recall every trainer I meet."
Ouch. That stung. Still, she was as cool and composed as ever.
I wanted to hug her and nuzzle her until she gave me that annoyed glare.
Peridot, true to her name, had beautiful green hair and sparkling emerald eyes.
Her hair fell to her shoulders, and her features were so perfect you could stare at her forever.
Despite her professional demeanor and emotionless face, there was something undeniably alluring about her.
"Slave, please come this way."
The procedure was exactly like last time.
Even though Verdia was a noblewoman, to Peridot, she was just another client's slave.
Verdia looked back at me uncertainly.
"Follow her instructions, Verdia."
"Yes."
"Please remove all your clothes."
Verdia obeyed, undressing without hesitation.
"Trainer, where would you like the permanent engraving to be placed?"
"On her stomach."
"Stomach…"
Peridot looked surprised, eyes locking onto mine.
"You're Milf Hunter Geum Taeyang."
"So you remember me now?"
After all, not many clients ask for a womb tattoo on a noblewoman.
"Thank you for coming back to me."
She gently placed her hand on her own stomach and bowed deeply.