Chapter 157 – Chapter 157 – A Diplomat Draws Up a Slave Contract

‘I’m sorry, princess.’

Eventually, diplomat Ptera raised the white flag.

‘Please forgive me for betraying the princess.’

Not even a day had passed.
If I calculated correctly, from yesterday evening to today’s noon, I was tossed around by Gangrim for half of the 24 hours.
During that half of the time, Ptera, who had been trained, lifted both of his hands and both feet.
It is the law for loyal subjects to say that they will never betray their master no matter what kind of torture they undergo, but Ptera could not do that.

Because I couldn’t stand it.
It reaches its climax simply by touching the flesh,
It reaches its climax with the mere sound of breathing,
The climax is reached simply by the meat pillar of Advent gently touching the ax hole.
It reaches its climax just by entering the pillar,
Just the moving back and forth of the pillar that came in, and the head of the cock hitting the cervix will reach the climax,
Just kissing will reach climax, caressing your breasts will reach climax,
Even a simple act of biting will reach a climax.

Every little act, every single one, reaches a climax.
Every little action, every time I do it, my back bends,
Every little action, every single one, the edification bursts out,
With every little action, love juice overflows like a flood,
A tsunami in the name of pleasure hit Ptera with every trivial action.
Pounce, pounce, pounce and pounce, pushing Pre Lara to the brink of drowning her soul.

Naturally, Ptera wanted to run away. If I had the chance right now, I wanted to escape from the clutches of the devil called Grid. She wanted to escape with her mother and escape to the capital where her princess was.

But I couldn’t. No, it could be done, but it was impossible.

‘I can’t live without this demon anymore.’

Grid remodeled Ptera’s body.
Magi was injected into every root of her body, including her organs, muscles, bones, muscles, and nerve tissue.
By injecting it, it was remodeled so that it felt more than a thousand times more sensitive, and it was always in a state of heat.
If you don’t have sex, the withdrawal phenomenon has become a body that will die.

You cannot live without masturbating every day,
She was bound by the fate that her life would end on that day if she did not mingle with someone else every day.

Similar to the grid, if you can’t satisfy it, you will never be able to live your daily life.

Because of that, Ptera had no choice but to break.

‘As long as this demon holds my life, I cannot go near you. I can’t serve you as my lord.’

Her mother, whom she had to risk her life to protect, collapsed before her and became a slave to her grid.
She cannot escape from the grid because she is engraved with a curse that has never been erased in her entire life.
Grid will continue to rape himself until he turns himself into cattle, until he admits that he is cattle.
He’ll keep impregnating, and he’ll give birth constantly. He would constantly impose the duty of a livestock that would be confined to a cage for life.

There is no way to overcome this situation no matter what.

So, now, Ptera is scribbling something of her own on her empty parchment, resignedly.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha…”
“If it’s hard, would you like to write with me?”

Now Ptera is writing on parchment while lying on all fours.
Advent covered Ptera’s back, and his cock was, of course, stuck in her vagina.
It was difficult for Ptera to remain sane in the climax waves that came whenever Advent shook her waist.
She couldn’t write properly because her hands kept shaking.

If that’s the case, it’s okay to yell at me to stop because I can’t concentrate, but I couldn’t.

When I stop, I immediately stop breathing.
He could barely maintain his reason only by tinkering with his unsatisfied thirst called sexual desire with his cock.
When the tinkering stops, death will be right around the corner, and you will be reduced to a luminous beast.
In this state, she hates writing, but the reality of Ptera is that she has no choice but to do it even if she doesn’t like it.

“Everyone, shut up…”

Ptera refused with her single sword. She had long since given up polite words, perhaps resentful of having bullied her.
She fired at him with an angry tone.

“I’ll use it myself, so stay still. Ohhhhh?”
“Yes, yes. All right.”

As Advent pushed her back, Ptera threw her head back behind her.
After a while, Ptera gasped for breath again and began scribbling her writing.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha…”

What you are writing now is a contract.

[I, Ptera, swear here.]

A contract used by wizards to enslave people.

[I, Ptera, serve Grid as my master forever.]

[She will forever serve Grid as her master until her body rots away.]

[Even if she is left with nothing but her soul, she will forever serve Grid as her master.]

It is not used by ordinary people, but is known to be used by humans sold as slaves.

[I, Ptera, live forever as a diplomat for the Desire Empire.]

[I, Ptera, will do anything for the Desire Empire.]

[I, Ptera, will forever serve the Empire along with all children connected with my blood.]

Contracts should be written by slaves, not wizards.
Usually, it is customary to end by saying that you will obey forever, but Advent did not.

[I, Ptera, masturbate every day and prepare to accept my master.]

[If my master Ptera wants, he will give himself up anywhere.]

[I, Ptera, always feel grateful when I receive an award from my master.]

Let’s write in more detail.
Let’s not stop at writing simple words.
Let’s make it detailed and complex so that it doesn’t get tricked.
Even if you swear allegiance now, isn’t there a guarantee that one day you will be stabbed in the back?
Characters with outstanding intelligence work hard to open up any gaps they can find.
Let’s tie it thoroughly so that you can’t even do that effort.

For that reason, Kang-rim ordered to write a contract according to the instructions,
According to the instructions, Ptera was writing everything he didn’t want to write.

[I, Ptera, live on only the semen of my master.]

[I, Ptera, live on only the excrement of my master.]

[I, Ptera, live on only the food my master gives me.]

Why do you write like shit like this? Why do we have to write obscene slave contracts? If other guys don’t treat you like this, why is it that you’re the only one who gets treated this way?
Ptera was furious, but she didn’t break the pen she was holding because she knew for sure that even if she was angry, she would be reverse-toured.

I was so sad that I could only shed tears.

[This contract continues until the master dies.]

It was only after writing all the humiliating sentences until the last sentence that the order was completed.

“Okay, let’s see.”

Kang-rim carefully inspected the contract, which was filled with no margins.

“Um, fine. No problem.”

Kang-rim put on a satisfied expression.

“Now I just need to feed it.”

Now, the contract is engraved on the slave’s body.

Usually, wizards burn the spellbook and mix the remaining ashes with water to feed them.
If you feed the contract in any form, it’s over.

Then,

“Well, yes. Let’s do this.”

Advent made his course to go his own way.
As she made that decision, Kang-rim pulled her back.

“Huh?”

As soon as her cock came out, Ptera straightened back.
In that state, she gurgled out her love juice and fell flat on the floor.

“Ugh?”

Advent tightly gripped Ptera’s bangs.
Advent, holding the head of Ptera while holding it,

“Ooh?”

Shoved the contract into her mouth,

“Hoouk?”

His own vicious meat club was also thrust in.
Kang-lim, who changed his posture and grabbed Ptera’s head with both hands, started shaking her waist like crazy.

“Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop!”

With the contract, the cock goes deep into the throat. Ptera struggled, feeling that her breath was choking, but Advent didn’t care.
A mixture of saliva and pre-cum dripped from Ptera’s mouth.

‘Okay, let’s raise it.’

Let’s break more Let’s break it down even more and make it unthinkable.
If we’re going to break it, let’s break it thoroughly.
The moment Kang-lim made such a promise,

“Hukkeuheugh?”

Ptera was astonished.

‘Has it grown?’

Her ferocious meat pillars grew taller and longer. It had grown so large that the naked eye could see the cock going down her throat.
Kang-rim, who had grown her cock as she wanted, smiled and moved her waist, and Ptera struggled even more in her anguish.

Even as she struggled,

“Huck, huck, huck, huck!”

It reached its climax dozens or hundreds of times.
Every time a cock comes in and out.
With every sound of her breath, Ptera was in constant seizure.
The seat she was sitting on had long since been filled with the lake of her love juice.

At the end of such careless oral sex,

“Rurrreuk?”

A flood of semen erupted.

“Curr, gur, gur, gur…”

Swept away by the overflowing river of semen, the contract also flows into the stomach.
The semen fills the stomach, the esophagus, and the inside of the mouth.
A cascade of semen flowed down her nostrils as well, backed up by the wind.
It was only natural that Ptera’s eyes would be opened due to so much semen coming in.

“Uweeeee!”

As her satisfied descent let go of her hand and stepped back from her, Ptera fell to her floor, spewing her semen.
An intricate pattern appeared on the upper part of her chest on her fallen Ptera.

Proof that you are a magician’s slave.
It is a pattern that appeared because the contract was completed.
Even though she vomited her semen, her contract safely settled in Ptera’s body.

Now, Ptera will not be able to resist Kangrim no matter what.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha…”
“I look forward to seeing you in the future, Ptera diplomat.”

Looking at Ptera with a clear face, Gangrim said.

“Please serve our empire diligently. You will have a lot of work to do in the future.”
“Ugh…”

Who’s going to serve you?
All I did was force myself to follow.
Ptera was so sad that it had turned out like this.

“Well, it still looks defiant.”
“… !”

At Advent’s cold tone, Ptera’s face turned pale.

“Um, what should I do?”

Kang-rim was in trouble.

‘Should I quit here or should I do more?’

Stopping at this point is the answer. He tortured and destroyed as much as he could, and as a result, Ptera became an immortal slave. Even after she died, she became a body that could not be freed from herself.

Shall we stop here?
Kang-rim thought so, but

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Changed her mind.
Right away, she grabbed Ptera’s head with her left hand.

“I’ll increase your sensitivity as a punishment for annoying you.”

Let’s add what we’ve decided to do. It’s not like I’m going to kill you anyway, so it’s okay if I do more.
Cancer, it will be really good. Kang-rim rationalized his actions and started injecting his demonic energy.

“Oh, no, don’t, don’t, my…”

Ptera begged,

“Haaaaah?”

It was impossible to escape her fate.