Chapter 304 – Master is too cruel (2)

-Do-do-do-do-do!

The sound of a woodpecker rapidly pecking with its head.

Its beak haphazardly tore away at the knots on the hornbeam tree.

[Ah, ahhhh! Ahh, ah, hiiiiiit!?]

It scattered sap like a pine tree seen along the roadside.
Like an orange with a slit, the straight knot trembled as if convulsing, oozing out the liquid it had been holding.

[…Wait, wait… stop… stop please! Heet, huk… eehit!]

The hornbeam tree screamed in desperation, its voice a mix of pleasure and pain.
It strained to stretch its branches, trying to dislodge the woodpecker.

I moved behind the hornbeam tree, grabbing the reaching branch and spreading it wide open.
The branch, tightly gripped in my hand, was soft, and the supple bark protruded between my fingers.

Resistance was futile.
Lucy stared at me with a soaked face.

“Keep going.”

[…Ugh, ugh, ugh…]

Trying to endure, I put strength into the roots and hold back the sound.
But it was just a brief moment of stubbornness.

[Ugh… Ugh!]]

The tree makes a lewd noise, bending its trunk like a bow.
It’s surprising it doesn’t faint. It reaches an intense climax, enough to think so.

Although I’ve been talking to trees a lot lately,
it’s difficult to see Tae-yang’s actions as purely driven by lust.

The grip on the tree branch loosens.
The hornbeam tree, now without resistance, has its leaves flipped back as if its eyes were rolled up.
As if squeezing out tears, droplets of water cling to the leaves.

Running my finger along the unresisting branch, it convulses briefly.

-Da-da-da-da-da-da!

Meanwhile, the woodpecker’s torment does not cease.

[…Ah, umm… Ah! Aaah!]

If you had just told me sooner, none of this would have happened. What convictions could you possibly have?

I gazed intently at the hornbeam tree, shrugged my shoulders, and conjured a magical rope. A simple spell for me, currently, to bind my opponent. I gathered and tied the branches together, ensuring they could never resist or escape.

There aren’t many who can cast spells while their genitals are being assaulted 20 times per second. The powerless tree branches are proof of that.

[Haah! Kyaah, hiii.]

The deranged tree can now only scream.

Having completely restrained the tree with my magic, I turned around and walked away.

‘Stay like that.’

‘I still have tasks to complete.’

My morning routine. There are still other areas left to tend to.

The sage was deeply attached to the children, so much so that missing even a day could lead to unexpected consequences.

‘If there’s any danger or something happens, tell me right away. It takes about 50 minutes.’

– Dodo-dodo-dodo!
[…Mind… Heh, huh. Get out… Huh. Get out…]

The never-ending echo of voices and the sound of pounding knots.
By the time I return, some training should be completed.
Fidgeting with the artifact in my pocket, I activated the spatial magic.

* * * * * * * *

[…Ugh… Ah… Ah, ah. Ah. Ah…]

The hornbeam tree moaned rhythmically in a raspy voice.
Perhaps it had given up on its own life.

I halted the woodpecker.

“Now go in.”
<...Yes, Master.>
“I’m sorry for making you do something strange.”

The woodpecker continued with a slightly shocked voice.
It’s also a female, so doing something like this must be quite a surprise.
As I gently stroked her head and infused her with mana, she trembled with delight.

[…Aaah…]

A soft moan escaped her beak.
After sending off the woodpecker, I found myself facing the hornbeam tree alone.

Ong was so aroused that she seemed to be out of her element.
Her bark was smooth, devoid of any rough thorns, and the hole that had been tightly closed now opened to reveal her insides.
Within, a sticky sap drooped down.

It may sound strange to describe it this way.
It simply felt like observing a tree overflowing with viscous sap.

Even if I were to become excited, I’d likely be more excited by my partner’s voice rather than the tree itself.
The tree that appeared in my eyes, to the point of certainty, was the same as the one I usually saw.

However, it’s not every day that you see a tree still convulsing in the throes of lingering pleasure.

“Hey.”
[…Hehe, huff.]

I prodded the knot with my finger.

As soon as I did, the tree shuddered violently.

– Pusik, pushik.

The sap oozed and clung to my finger, as the air within expelled like a pump, producing a sound. The sensation inside the knot was undoubtedly unlike that of the tree.

A location for the mating of a living being. In contrast, the tree serves purely as an organ to satiate my carnal desires.

There are innumerable other methods to conceive offspring. The purpose of the knot is solely for sex.

‘It’s disconcerting.’

Reluctantly, I concede that the knot’s shape bears a striking resemblance to human genitals. No, it’s even more than that. The protuberances, fissures, and crevices within the knot are specifically designed to stimulate sexual organs. My finger felt tightly gripped, as if I had directly copied a masturbation device.

[Ugh… Ah… Aah… Ah…]

“Are you not going to respond?”

[I did… I did… Ahh!]

As I curled my finger like a hook, the inside of the knot contorted.

Where a G-spot should be if it were human.
Naturally, it applies to trees as well.
The knot widens to accommodate the curved finger.

[…!?…!!?!]

-Whoosh, whoosh!

Sap seeps into the hand.
Feeling the sticky discomfort, I withdrew my finger and wiped it off by rubbing it moderately on the tree’s trunk.

“Start talking. What is the purpose of this place?”

[No, no.]

Can it still endure this?

“If you don’t want to be pecked by a woodpecker for 24 hours again, you’d better speak up now.”

[…Twenty… four… hours…?]

The hornbeam twists in astonishment.
But that lasts only for a moment.
She proceeds with a resolute and solemn tone.

[…I won’t tell. Not to a villain like you… Never.]

“Am I a villain?”

My actions are indeed no different from those of a villain.
I insert my finger back into the knot.

Two, three.

The responsive hornbeam screamed.

[…Ah… Ahhhhh! Hot!]
“Damn it, to my eyes, it’s just a pathetic tree sapling. Yet, it’s also a woman.”
[…Too much…ugh…amazing.]
“Is this some kind of hidden camera? It would be more realistic to think I’m dreaming right now.”

I mumble to myself as I continue to thrust inside. Let’s see how far this goes. I push my fingers as deep and forcefully as I can.

[…Thick…so thick! Sistus, please…give me hope!]
“That woman won’t even consider you as much as a rat’s dick.”

If she meant to help, she would have already come. There’s no way there’s any valuable information worth revealing oneself in such a secluded place.

The organization known as Flower is so large that control is impossible. Even the organization called Lee Seong-Han merely belonged to Flower. In reality, it was nothing more than a simple pseudo-religion. That was the nature of their self-identifying identity.

Because the groups are too large and their opinions diverge significantly, it’s impossible to control them according to Flower’s intentions.

‘Terrorists are also Flowers.’

The church is a Flower.
An ordinary multi-level marketing company is a Flower as well.

“In such a situation-“

He inserted his hand into the knot.

[…Argh, ugh!]

“Will they help you? Either suffer for the rest of your life or confide in me.”

He briefly exerted force to withdraw his hand from the knot and swung it sideways to shake off the sap. The knot, which had maintained the shape of his hand, expanded.

[…Ugh, huh. Haah…]

There were no signs of speaking.

‘Should I use subjugation?’

It seemed his mental strength had been sufficiently weakened. He looked as though he might reveal everything if tormented just a bit more.

‘But he doesn’t seem to know any important secrets.’

Subjugation. The very fact that one has to merge their body with a tree is somewhat repulsive.

Taeyang advised me to think of it as self-pleasure, but could it be that the experience I had with the World Tree of Healing still lingers as a traumatic memory? The thought of attempting it seldom crossed my mind.

More than anything, the reason I found myself in this predicament was because I had driven tofu into a tree. It wouldn’t be surprising if I developed an aversion to trees.

‘Nevertheless, I’ll have to do it.’

Today is not the day. Nobody is coming back here anyway.

When I went outside to check, the location resembled a slum. A place untouched by human hands, left in its natural state.

It’s merely an old church repurposed as a dwelling. I dusted off my hands and gazed at the tree that had produced the knot.

There will be plenty of morning chores to attend to anyway. It would be nice to visit occasionally and be reminded of reality.

I discarded the bloodied corpse of Sistus in a spot where the floor was hollowed out.

“Si… Sir Sistus…”

A face bearing the innocent expression of a child.

Even if the other executives are unaware, it is justifiable to expose Sistus’s existence as malevolent.

“Contemplate whether this is Sistus’s face or the faces of the children you captured and sent away.”

I invoke spatial magic.
A surge of blue mana envelops my body.

If they still can’t regain their senses after this.
I planned to leave them be, to die.
Of course, only after filling the tome with their subjugation and extracting the information, unhurriedly.

* * * * * * * *

– Startled!

Eleanor, having risen from her bed, puffs out her cheeks.

“Lucy. Lucy!”

As soon as she tosses aside the blanket, she gets up and flings the door open wide enough to make a sound.
Her gilded door slams into the wall.

– Bang!

The servants working in the hallway look at her in surprise.

“Oh, Princess?”
“Where is Lucy?”

“Lucy? Return… I’m resting in my room.”
“Lucy! You won’t come out!? I won’t let this go!”

Recently, there have been rumors that Eleanor and Lucy have formed a contract.
Their relationship, bound by a shared secret, has grown even more special.
With her brown hair flowing, Eleanor puffed out her cheeks and went to Lucy’s room.

“My lovely Eleanor, what’s all this commotion?”
“Mother! Lucy, Lucy has taken something precious from me!”
“Oh, truly?”

The queen approached and embraced the diminutive Eleanor.
Her ample bosom enveloped Eleanor’s body.
Dressed in a white gown, the queen gently patted her head to console her.

“My dear princess, could there be a misunderstanding?”
“…There’s no way. That wench has monopolized my contractor’s attention.”

Lucy is a knight who has earned her own measure of recognition in the Spirit Kingdom.

Of course, as a spirit mage, one would consider utilizing Lucy more than the still inexperienced Eleonor.

The Queen gently stroked Eleonor’s hair.
The princess with her cheeks puffed was known as the cutest child in the kingdom.

‘And to think of jealousy… How adorable. I was once like that too.’

The Spirit Queen. The Holy Mother.
The Queen reminisced about her past self, stroking Eleonor’s hair.
Although she doesn’t have a contractor now, she still remembers the time when she accompanied a woman on a journey.

Comrade. Comrade and friend.
The colorful experiences from that time remain unforgettable.

When Eleonor found a contractor, the Queen naturally welcomed it.

“Let us go and see together.”
“…I want to see my master.”
“What did you say?”
“Ah, no, never mind!”

Holding Eleonor’s hand tightly, they made their way toward Lucy’s room.

*Knock, knock.*

“Lucy? Are you in there?”

Eleonor knocked on the door and called for Lucy, but there was only silence.

Eleanor, under the influence of potent elixirs, opened the door without permission, and she and her mother soon took in the sight within.

Armor and helmet lay discarded on the floor.
Lucy, seated on the bed, her face flushed red as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

Her pinky seemed to tremble ever so slightly.

“Lucy?”
“Ah, Your Highness…”

Lucy awkwardly smiled as she gently rubbed her thighs.
Her lips shimmered like glistening cherries.
Upon observing this, she exhaled a heated breath from her mouth.