Chapter 555 – The Amethyst Spire (3)

A curiosity often arises when one views the explicit scenes of Western erotica.

‘Can that truly be accommodated?’

It’s not an insignificant object, it’s perceived merely as a phallus of a substantial size.

Yet the thought of inserting a fist or similarly challenging items, the mere mention of it sends shivers down the spine.

“Aaaaah!”

Upon entering the cellar, a horrifying moan echoed through the air. Elastica, unclad and restrained, lay on the bed. Under her iron-bound thighs, Aori had been repeatedly inserting and removing an object.

“Ah, my lord? You’re here?”

With a casual wave, Aori extracted a substantial dildo from Elastica’s lower abdomen, parading it with a certain pride.

“Look at this. It’s tremendously large, isn’t it?”

The object, with menacing protrusions, could be considered a tool of female torment, eliciting a nod of agreement.

“It’s only pink. It’s not like it’s some sort of exotic fruit… Can it really be inserted?”
“If my lord’s can be accommodated, why would this not?”

Challenged by Aori’s retort, I coughed awkwardly.

“Just because it could…”

After all, mine is a natural endowment. It doesn’t have spiky protrusions like this, and moreover, it doesn’t lack the flexibility of human flesh.

I wonder if being subjected to this would be worse than death.

“No, my lord.”

Aori responded innocently.

“Do you realize how supple a woman’s body is, and how much it can stretch?”

She stroked Elastica’s thigh with a wicked grin. The prone woman’s body reacted.

“Ah, uh… uh…”

The thighs around her dewy labia twitched uncontrollably.

– Pshh.

Surprisingly, even amidst this, her arousal flowed freely.

“Look at this.”

Aori murmured, as if imparting a lesson, while delving into the woman’s interior.

“A woman’s body is incredibly sensitive. No matter how intense the pain, it can be perceived as pleasure in her mind.”

– Slurp.

As Aori’s movements quickened, a sensual moan escaped from the woman in front of her.

“Uh… uh… ahhh…”

Aori, with a mischievous grin, thrust three fingers inside. Her cool metallic fingers ceaselessly tortured the woman’s vulva.

– Slurp, slurp.

“Stop, stop… Ah… Ahhh!”

Elastica’s vagina started to drip like a ripe, bisected fruit. Aori stretched her clitoris taut.

“Uh, ugh, ugh!”

Her pelvis shivered with the throes of agony. The taut clitoris flushed crimson.

“Especially this one, she’s like a rubber tree, so resilient. She can accommodate twice as much. Watch. Stretch!”

“Uh, ugh!! Ahhh!”

Though it was a truth she didn’t wish to hear, Aori appeared to regard her torment as a valuable lesson in sensuality.

I’ve heard it said that when one experiences pain, the body secretes chemicals of pleasure to mitigate the suffering.

-Whoosh!

Observing the creature spouting even amidst its torment, it seems there’s truth to the tale.

‘Pitiful, truly.’

One might consider death a kinder fate than this predicament.

Elastica’s head, in her state of disarray, swiveled toward me.

“A moment… Ugh. You, it’s you, isn’t it?”
“Who?”
“The wench, damn it! The one responsible for this predicament.”
“Indeed, I suppose that’s so.”
“Then cease this wench’s… Ah? I beg you.”

She intends to plead while her faculties are still intact. Elastica implored me, her words slurred, drool dribbling from her mouth.

“Lee Ji-ah, she sent you, didn’t she? I may be ignorant of the rest, but I can offer you more… Huh?”

Astute understanding dawns upon her, akin to a master sorcerer. If not for Lee Ji-ah, perhaps we could have entertained collaboration.

“I am of the belief in nurturing one, and only one, with care.”

I dispelled the artifact distorting perception, revealing my true form.

“…What?”

King Mokryeong, a visage all too familiar to the likes of them. Despair and terror spread across Elastica’s face.

“It can’t be…”

Confusion contorted Elastica’s features.

The ‘King’ wouldn’t possibly involve himself in such petty affairs. But then, how did Lee Ji-ah manage to approach the King in the first place? Such thoughts were plainly visible.

Even without understanding the context or reading between the lines, she knows her future has vanished. Is that terror due to her realization, or the result of Aori’s gestures?

-Splash.

Her flowing urine only amplified her emotions, prompting me to signal Aori with a nod.

Aori, in her sour mood, cried out impassively.

“Presumptuous. You dare to address the King?”
“Uh… Ah? Wait, just…”

-Whir!

The dildo Aori held suddenly emitted a menacing noise as it began to ravage her insides.

“Ugh!?”

Elastica’s face contorted, the pain so intense she could hardly utter a word.

“Observe this, my King.”
“Ugh, K…Ah, Aaaah!!”
“It seems, invariably, the females… Ah, there we go.”
“Please, not any more… Ah… Ahhh! Oh! Aaaah!! Truly, I’m losing my senses!! Cease this! No, please, stop. I beg you!”
“Beasts that only know themselves. They claim to be innocent, yet when given the chance, they all react the same.”

The bed jostled, the shackles attached to it clinked. Elastica’s heaving thighs quivered as she thrashed about. A mix of fear and pleasure swirled in her eyes, a tempest of lust raging within.

“Mere cattle.”

With Aori’s command, the colossal dildo invaded Elastica’s womanhood.

“Even a French model lauded for her beauty, once ensnared by the King, succumbs to this fate.”
“I haven’t done a thing.”
“All the world’s females are the King’s.”

Aori harbors thoughts more terrifying than I had anticipated.

I had been thinking of her as an endearing little sister…

“Aori, I’m going to perish like this.”

“People don’t easily succumb,” she replied.

Aori murmured, her hand still in motion. An odd electrical sensation had been coursing through my arm for some time now.

-Zap!

“Ugh!” I grunted.

“Aori, you’ve been pushing the boundaries further, haven’t you?”

Had she subjected herself to this, or had she acted as I had interpreted?

Perhaps if it were Aori, who had endured a destitute childhood, it could have been the former. Sympathy welled up within me unbidden, and I reached out to stroke Aori’s hair.

“But this… this is too much.”

When the threshold of tolerance is raised, even the gravest matters can be received as commonplace. To Aori, this method of training a woman might seem incredibly wholesome.

“Death would be preferable.”

“Your Majesty, you’re too harsh.”

Am I the same, I wonder?

“A mutual torment.”

“You mentioned breaking through trials, Your Majesty. More of these situations will occur, then.”

“Indeed.”

“Your Majesty’s power is so potent. It’s fortunate that you’ve come to accept your fate more now than in the past…”

Aori spoke, her gaze trained on me. What was she worrying about, even while tormenting another woman?

She might have felt an urgency upon observing me, unwilling to take the lead in forming a relationship with a woman.

“Indeed.”

I was well aware of the trials’ viciousness, having heard them from the King of Trees. I would have hesitated in the past, but now, things are different.

“There’s no need for concern.”

“Truly?”

“There’s no need to seize the power of the rubber tree.”

I had gained some understanding of the rubber tree’s nature and power from the guidebook that Tae-yang had given me. It’s not a power I require at present, therefore there’s no need for our bodies to intertwine.

“But it’s so ripe…”

Aori said, showing me Elastica’s vulva, which was thoroughly cooked and steaming.

“Overindulging in carnal desires could ruin what might have come to fruition.”

I’m uncertain if this is the right conversation to have while observing a woman in such a state. There’s likely no chance of me succumbing entirely to my lust, unlike the first King Mokryeong.

“I can’t comment on the method.”

“Then, can I repeat this next time?”

Instead of responding, I offered an awkward smile and let the matter slide.

“If a woman is as fierce as this, I would consider it.”

“Yay!”

Aori, her arms raised and steam escaping her, beamed brightly. As long as she’s happy. I casually stroked my hair and decided to take my leave.

* * * * * * * * * *

My work is thorough.

I gazed downward at the woman on her knees and murmured.

“Aori, what on earth have you perpetrated?”

“Aori has been diligent, so bestow praise upon me.”

Upon entering the cellar, the sharp scent of feminine sweat and sweetness pervaded the air, sparking a realization. The deeds carried out through the night must carry grave consequences.

I was aware, yet I hadn’t anticipated the extent of the havoc wrought.

“…Ha, ha.”

At my feet, Elastica lay draped in a cow costume, her breasts softly colliding with each other.

“Presenting myself to Your Majesty… Ah!”

Her loins were already soaked at the sight of me.

“I did not foresee it escalating to this extent.”

“One mustn’t behave disrespectfully towards the king. In addition, she initially harbored affection for women. It was necessary to commit to reforming her attitude towards your majesty.”

“While the king ought to treat humans and trees as equals, this effectively reduces her to a slave.”

“She claimed it was her desire.”

She must have been coerced until she confessed such desire.

“It bears no difference from subjugation.”

Feeling guilt at this juncture would be futile, given the distance we’ve traversed. I knelt and lifted Elastica’s chin. Upon seeing me, Elastica gasped and proffered her tongue.

“Who are you?”

“I am Your Majesty’s slave.”

“Besides that.”

“Red Tower’s Master… Elastica.”

“Good, you haven’t forgotten your name.”

She was shattered, yet it seemed she hadn’t crossed the final boundary. Aori, who shrugged nonchalantly, received a smack on her cheek.

“Argh! Why did you hit me?”

“You’ve grown too powerful. Is it even possible to utilize you?”

Upon hearing my words, Elastica laid on the floor, assuming a posture of submission.

“Command me as you wish.”

Could this be the same woman who once held such strength? I shut my eyes tight at the sight of her damp, white undergarments.

“Next time, only go as far as being obedient. And why did you teach her this posture?”

“A suitable punishment for a woman who defied the king….”

“Aori.”

“…Yes. I will strictly adhere to your instructions.”

“What about the other one?”

The other one, of course, pertains to Shin Ji-hoon.

“Ji-hoon resides in the adjoining room.”

Under normal circumstances, he too, would be sentenced to death. But I acceded to Aori’s fervent plea, imposing a single condition and sparing him for now.

“You haven’t made use of your own body, have you?”

“Of course not. I delegated the task to some boys I know. Tone and…”

“Boys you know?”

Aori, sensing my confusion about her other acquaintances, promptly clarified.

“They are men who find pleasure in such affairs. A little effort suffices to locate them…”

“That’s enough.”

I needn’t fret over Shin Ji-hoon.

Lee Ji-ah’s vengeance has been rightfully executed.

* * * * * * * * *

– Trilling.

During an early luncheon, Lee Ji-ah received a phone call, and she was half-consumed by dread.

“So… Chairman. The pair of them… They requested a revision of the vote this morning?”

The pair she referred to were the Red Mage Tower and the Blue Mage Tower, the most formidable adversarial forces targeting the Purple Mage Tower. The pair meant Elastica and Shin Ji-hoon.

[Indeed. The matter of demotion seems likely to be resolved smoothly.]

Her father uttered these words in a languid tone. With her hands trembling in shock, Lee Ji-ah contemplated.

‘What is this? It’s apparent to anyone that he’s responsible for this.’

King Mokryeong had caused an accident. She was uncertain how he managed to alter their perspectives, but it was likely not by legitimate means. Legality held no place in such a conflict; thus, it was natural for her to harbor suspicions once issues arose concerning the two individuals who were entirely against her.

[My dear.]

“Yes, yes! Mr. Chairman.”

Lee Ji-ah was gripped by fear, her body rigid.

[I may not know who stands behind you… but I feel regretful about your situation.]

“…Mr. Chairman.”

Lee Ji-ah closed her eyes, overwhelmed by guilt at her father’s apology.

She had thrown herself into the tower raid, got entangled with the ‘strange light’, and lost her energy. This was due to her father’s suggestion. Strictly speaking, her father bore significant responsibility for the Purple Mage Tower’s loss of power.

Despite his thorough care,
even her father couldn’t protect the power-drained Purple Mage Tower indefinitely.

[So, who proposed this to you?]

“…Mr. Chairman.”

Lee Ji-ah faltered at her father’s inquiry.

[The Flower? No, the Red Mage Tower and the Blue Mage Tower had connections with the Flower. I had been observing it, and someone, though I don’t know who, has managed it well.]

“……”

[Ji-ah.]

“Yes, Mr. Chairman.”

[At my age, from my perspective… there’s only one person capable of such actions.]

Each Mage Tower had its support. As the World Tree Sect began showing signs of schism, they each had to follow their respective paths. The Mage Tower, once solidly united, was teetering on the brink of fragmentation.

Lee Ji-ah had merely gained her support late. Even if her adversary was King Mokryeong, no Mage Tower could criticize her. After all, everyone had their skeletons in the closet.

[I hope it’s a good choice. You were one of the few pure scholars.]

At her father’s words, Lee Ji-ah closed her eyes and swallowed.

In this day and age, it was odd to see ethics observed. Even the ‘Father’, who had sponsored numerous people and rescued countless from disasters, would awkwardly laugh if asked about any untoward deeds.

King Mokryeong.
Perhaps, true to his name, he may have dominated Elastica physically.

“There is no such thing as perfection, Mr. Chairman.”

If not the worst, then the less worse.
Lee Ji-ah had long since made her resolution.

“I trust my choices.”

[…Damn, I do long for a glimpse of his face.]

Lee Ji-ah drew out her words.

“I wouldn’t advise that.”

She only has the appearance of Abi, a maiden.
Unaware of what may befall her.