Chapter 548 – Plan of Subjugation (2)

“This is serious.”

Sansuyu, having shed her armor to unveil her abundant bosom, spoke with a gravely earnest tone.

“Why?”

A being who has transcended limitations, innately endowed with immortality.
What could be so critical that Sansuyu would denote it as ‘serious’?

A bead of sweat trailed down Sansuyu’s cheek.

“…Si-eon has nothing to eat… Should we order one more serving? If we get it delivered, it will be quick.”
“Good heavens.”

He isn’t one to frivolously stake his life on tteokbokki.
With the spoon I was holding, I tapped Sansuyu on the forehead.

-Whack!

“Oh…”

She still isn’t satisfied, even after emptying an entire serving of oversized tteokbokki, scraping up even the seasoning.
Perhaps she might listen to me once she’s done eating, but seeing Sansuyu rummaging through the delivery app again, seemingly not yet sated, gave me a headache.

The location is Sansuyu’s officetel.

One of the buildings managed by Suyu, its robust security can deflect the gaze of the world tree, so we arranged to meet here.

“Eating is all well and good, but you are listening to me, aren’t you?”
“…Isn’t it sufficient to assist Si-eon? Hmm… Perhaps Rosé Tteokbokki this time?”
“Were you a spirit in a previous life, one that died from an unfulfilled craving for tteokbokki?”

Despite her gentle face, her appetite is formidable.
I’m not certain about other matters, but the cost of feeding our little Sansuyu is going to be substantial.

A large breed like the Golden Retriever is known to consume a lot of food…No, reputedly, they eat well.
I gazed intently at Sansuyu’s face.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”
“No reason.”

Well, as long as she eats well, it’s fine.

“In the past, you were decidedly cautious about everything you put in your mouth.”

It wasn’t long after I met Sansuyu.
Back then, there was a certain pleasure in sullying the palate of a wealthy heiress, nurtured on only the finest fare.

Let’s captivate this noble young lady’s taste buds with the extreme condiments and spicy flavors of Korean cuisine!
But now, she craves what she cannot have.

“Si-eon made me this way.”
“Not at all.”
“…Si-eon educated my body.”

If anyone were around, they could misconstrue her words.

Sansuyu puffed up her cheeks and flopped onto the warm ondol floor, adorably rejecting my conversation.

‘Perhaps she isn’t entirely wrong.’

She didn’t meet me three years ago, believing instead that I had perished that day.
The meals I introduced to her have since become her comfort food.

-Kakaotalk.

The alert from a messenger app rang out from Sansuyu’s mobile.
Despite her embarrassment, she had tenaciously gone ahead with the delivery order.
Half incredulous, half intrigued, I stealthily approached the reclining Sansuyu.

Sansuyu, entirely divested of her armor, was attired in a white t-shirt and shorts.
Her physique, which was not so apparent when she was armored, was now clearly visible.

Her ample breasts or her buttocks.

Sansuyu, with her lower half tucked into the table and only her upper half visible, rolled about the floor.

“Arise. Our tale is not yet concluded.”
“I shan’t rise until Si-eon recognizes the merit of the tteokbokki.”
“…Your belly is full and your back is warm, so you’re spoiling for a fight, is that it?”

With her unrestrained movements, large, supple mounds of flesh tremble erratically.
It was unmistakable, even without seeing it, that the straps of her brassiere had slackened.

“Revoke the order.”
“I decline.”
“Persist and you’ll gain weight.”
“…Oh.”

I dared to utter one of the words perilous to speak to a woman.
The caloric content of rice cakes is indeed formidable.
These concentrated carbohydrates have been the downfall of many a woman’s diet!

Sansuyu, recently, has grown noticeably more voluptuous.

“…Eek.”

Sansuyu, swallowing her tears, cancels the delivery.
The sight of her tapping away at her cell phone was particularly pitiable.

Though it feels wrong to reiterate, honestly, no matter how much weight Sansuyu gains, she only appears more adorable in my eyes.

“Then, does Si-eon desire a rice cake?”
“Where on my body do you see a rice cake… Hey.”

The seal-like Sansuyu flips over and clumsily crawls, making her way between my thighs.

Not only did she audaciously unzip my trousers, but looking up at me, Sansuyu’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“I have given you the potion, so you must provide me with tteokbokki.”
“…….”

The ‘potion’, of course, refers to the breast milk originating from Sansuyu’s body.
Suddenly, Sansuyu and Alba had a meeting. She returned with an abundance of high-quality potion.
Though there was a considerable difference in quality from Alba’s potion due to the maturation period, even that could be considered top-notch without exaggeration.

“Aw…”

Soon, a slick sensation was felt in my lower half.
Sansuyu, her soft tongue enveloping it as she moved her head back and forth, sucked as if it was the most delicious thing she ever tasted.

“Sigh.”

Her appetite is voracious, and her carnal desires are not a shred inferior to King Mokryeong.
As they say, her desire for sleep is also quite substantial… It is quite possible that Sansuyu is the most laid-back character in this world.

“Listen while you continue.”
“Hmm?”

Sansuyu nodded her head.

She licked my engorged member, from base to tip, and then, a sudden jolt.
A dizzying sensation surged.

I endeavored to disregard that sensation as much as possible as I continued speaking.

“Your strength will be of considerable importance.”

The source of Sansuyu’s power is so complex that it could not be adequately explained even in a dissertation.

The Cornus family has been pursuing ‘immortality’ for centuries.
The remains of an extinct dragon, the heart of the Heavenly Demon. Parts of transcendental individuals’ bodies. Legendary elixirs and more.
From a young age, Sansuyu has absorbed countless energies.
If you look for a common trait among the aforementioned components, it is that the power they contain resembles mana.

Magical power.
Its original form is known as mana.
‘Magic’ and ‘mana’, while similar in meaning, are subtly different.

To be exact, only an extremely minuscule portion of the infinite forms of ‘mana’ scattered throughout the natural world is usable by humans, and this is what we collectively refer to as magical power.

The strength of this power varies wildly, depending on the type of mana utilized. Indeed, we discern the potency of different magical powers by their ‘color’.

Consider this analogy: The air contains a tiny amount of oxygen. That oxygen is inhaled and turned into energy.

The same principle applies to humans and the Woodfolk. They collect mana from nature, store it in their danteon, and distinguish the usable magical powers.

The power that humans and the Woodfolk can harness represents a mere 2% of the absorbed magical energy.

Yet, there exist entities capable of utilizing more types of mana as a power source.

Spirits and the World Tree, and of course, the Demons of Trials.

For these beings, a danteon is not required in their bodies. They can absorb and use magical power directly without the need for purification. Simply inhaling for a moment provides enough mana to cast spells, hence the lack of development in their danteon organ.

If the types of magical power usable by humans represent 2%, then for the Woodfolk, it’s 5%. Those who have surpassed the World Tree or the realm are capable of more. Herein lies the reason why humans, among all races, exhibit the lowest rate of magical awakening.

While recklessly drawing out power can result in self-destruction, it’s undeniable that these beings possess far more efficient organs as compared to humans, who face limitations once they exhaust the mana in their danteon.

A common trait among such lifeforms is their extended lifespan.

Not merely long, but almost eternal. The lifespan of the World Tree alone could be perceived as everlasting.

If I were to summarize Cornus’s experiment in a sentence, it was an attempt to transform a Woodfolk with a danteon into a lifeform exceeding even the World Tree.

If all forms of magical power could be utilized as is, and if the body could endure such a strain?

There’s an undeniable correlation between magical power and longevity. To be crude, spirits, entities composed of mana, could theoretically live forever.

“You would know.”
“… Yes.”

On that day, Cornus’s danteon was completely shattered. Her reborn body bore little resemblance to the World Tree or the Woodfolk. She could attract mana from nearly all circumstances and locations.

Even the mana from a wizard’s spell, or from a swordsman’s blade could be stolen by her. To counter this unique trait of Cornus, one would need ‘Divine Power’, the might to shatter causality, or ‘Magi’, the distorted form of mana.

I gently pushed away Cornus, who was continuously pressing her forehead against me.

“Your body attracts mana.”

Even now, Cornus’s magical power continues to grow. If not released through breast milk, her overly healthy body could collapse from the strain.

“This power will prove effective against the King.”

So, it’s necessary. Cornus, in a different way, was in a symbiotic relationship with the King.

The King’s Divine Power could be countered with sufficient cooperation.

If Sansuyu could quell the boundless magic drawn forth by the death-defying king, victory seemed plausible.

“For that very purpose, I summoned you… Are you listening?”

I cast my gaze downward at Sansuyu. Sansuyu acknowledged with a nod, her tongue playfully caressing the tip.

With those velvety hands, ever so gently. As she stimulated my balls, a feeling of impending orgasm surged within me, and a rush of semen burst forth from Sansuyu’s mouth.

“Ah!”

Without detaching her mouth, she continued to gulp.

– Glug, glug.

As she gazed up at me, the sturdy rod still locked in her mouth. Sansuyu swallowed the milky fluid in hearty gulps. After having completed the cleanup in due time, Sansuyu licked a rice cake she fancied, a smile playing on her lips.

“Siheon’s cream-filled rice cake tastes delightful… I want more.”

How could this be the sight of the mightiest hunter? Could it be that the term “hunter” referred to a “rice cake hunter”?

Sansuyu flaunted her captivating cleavage, her tail swaying gently. Sansuyu tease. Sansuyu fellatio. No matter how you interpret it, the name oozes sensuality.

Perhaps, I conjectured, what she was hinting at now was a demand for payment in return for her assistance.

“Do as you deem fit.”

* * * * * * * * * * *

For Jung Si-woo, memories of his academy days were not particularly extensive.

Having departed from the El Academy not long ago, he was ensnared by the World Tree, breaking quests and traversing countless dungeons, ultimately being compelled to venture into the dimension of the World Tree.

However, the memories of those days persistently unfolded in his mind.

The entrance exam. The encounter with Lee Si-heon, who first wielded the sword, and the shared combat. Lee Si-heon, with no prior combat experience, had unexpectedly captivated Jung Si-woo’s attention.

What followed was the matriculation ceremony.

Despite the stern impression of the first and second rank, and their terse demeanor, Jung Si-woo and Sansuyu had cultivated enough camaraderie to occasionally exchange words.

In fact, there was a moment when Sansuyu harbored a tinge of envy towards Jung Si-woo. Back then, Jung Si-woo’s swordsmanship had surpassed Sansuyu’s.

That was not all. Professor Lee Se-young. Azalea, once close but then distanced herself. Jung Si-woo preserved each and every memory of that day in its entirety.

‘Recalling now…. Did Lim Jong-hyun say he succeeded the headship?’

A haughty aristocratic friend who had always considered himself a rival. He now stood as the head of the Cassia family, exerting his utmost effort to end the war. Undeniably an impressive feat at the tender age of twenty-four.

‘What about Sansuyu?’

Identified as a heretic, I had heard she was dead. Of course, I was later informed of the truth by Lee Si-heon.

‘…Siheon is indeed exceptional.’

Believing in and dedicating himself to save Sansuyu, who was deemed a heretic. I felt a deep understanding that it was by no means an easy task.

Upon reflection, there came a point when Cornus began to shadow Lee Si-heon, demonstrating a consistent interest in him. Perhaps, they held each other in unique regard. During his school days, Jung Si-woo used to entertain such thoughts.

*Knock, knock, knock*.

A very intimate reunion.

Jung Si-woo knocked on the door of the apartment, following the address that Lee Si-heon had provided. Not long after, the door swung open to reveal Lee Si-heon and a classmate he hadn’t seen in a considerable while.

“…So, you truly were alive.”

Cornus. Or, was it more fitting to refer to her as ‘Hunter’ now? Joy surged in Jung Si-woo’s eyes, deeply stirred by the reunion.

“……”

Cornus simply stared with wide, sparkling eyes. Jung Si-woo failed to notice that her cheeks were more swollen than he had anticipated.

Silently, Cornus alternated her gaze between Si-heon and Si-woo, then, she discreetly swallowed something.