Chapter 118 – Episode 54 – Fourth Past Experience: Hunter Arte (Sick Hunter)

*All characters appearing are adults.
*This is a fictional story that is nothing but fiction. Never follow

If only I had known it would end so disappointingly.
If only I had known earlier that this was destined to happen.

It was better to commit suicide rather than join the expedition.

-Hunter Arte 〈 Arte’s Diary 〉-

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“My, I’m pregnant?”

After being raped by Barlow until he passed out, Arte felt bloated.
I suspected that I was sick because I ate too much semen.
So, along with his mother, Grissa, and his sister, Helle, they went to see the doctor.

I didn’t follow Arte simply out of concern.
In order to prevent Arte from escaping, he had followed him as a sort of guard.
This is because the two know very well that even if the necklace is full, Arte will not give up with it.

And the doctor’s diagnosis revealed that she was pregnant.
Through his crystal ball, Arte saw a small new life growing inside his stomach.

“Congratulations, sister! You finally have your master’s baby.”

Helle hugged Arte and was genuinely happy.

“Even though it’s a little late, you can give birth with us. Master will like it.”

Grisha’s eyes filled with joy.
It was because he was able to give his master an unforgettable gift at the same time, that of offspring.

However, the person concerned couldn’t be happier.

“No, that is nonsense. I can’t do this. I can’t do this…”

Arte was shocked.
It was natural for her to be shocked, as the unwanted event ended up happening.

Abnormal symptoms that occur right after being raped until you lose your mind.
Still, she hoped it wasn’t Arte.
She assumed it must be because her body was tired from being toyed with all night.

But heaven wasn’t on her side.

Arte is pregnant with the enemy’s baby.
She has become an enemy and a really inseparable family.
The worst nightmare has become a reality.

“I’m going to live like this…”

Better to die.
Not wanting to be swayed by Barlow anymore, Arte made her extreme choice.

“Yes, if this is…”

In the warehouse of Barlow’s mansion, Arte took a bow and arrow.

Not knowing what Arte might do, Barlow always locked the warehouse door.
But she thought that now that Arte was pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to do nonsense anymore, so she wouldn’t keep Barlow locked up anymore.

She was so careless that she couldn’t stop Arte from committing her outrage.

“Come on, come on. Come on, eat me!”

Arte sneaked into the land where a group of black lions lived.
At the group of sleeping black lions, Arte drew her bowstring.

She doesn’t know what she’s going to aim for, she fires arrows at random.
I don’t care who gets hit or who dies.
Arte vaguely thought that with this she would be able to kill herself.

Makes a group of black lions angry.
A pack of angry lions will pounce on her and tear her limb from limb.

Even if she fails, her demons will try to kill her because she attacked a being that her tribe regards as sacred.
Because I’ve done nothing but blasphemy.
Because you have done something that insults God, you will be stoned and die miserably.

“Arte, what is this?”

But Arte’s plan failed.

A group of black lions subdued Arte and brought him back to the village.
They were angry at the sudden attack, but they noticed that they had no intention of killing them.
A group of black lions, learning that they were attacking for the purpose of committing suicide, brought Arte to Barlow without inflicting a single wound.

Fortunately, there were no dead lions.
Many residents were astonished at the fact that Arte attacked a group of black lions, but they did not throw stones.

I just feel sorry for the chieftain who has to punish his wife.

“No matter how I am, I can’t get past this. Let’s hear why. Wouldn’t you have done it without thinking?”

It was a barlow who was generous enough to go over the line, but the act of crossing the line was unacceptable.
Because he tried to kill the black lion, which the tribe regards as sacred.
It was a shame because there were no dead lions. If there were, he would have had no choice but to behead Arte with his own hands.

“I did something crazy because I wanted to die. I have no regrets now.”

Arte spoke frankly.

“I couldn’t even get revenge, I was raped by you. I even had an unwanted pregnancy.”

It was a voice that had lost all will to live.

“Mom and Helle keep forcing me to follow you. Even if my father dies, I will stop following you. It’s not really even funny. I came all the way here to kill you, but they told me not to kill you.”

There was no resentment or anger in it.
It was just empty.

“So I tried to die. I wanted to disappear from this world. What’s good about living like this? Better to die.”

I lost everything.
He lost all of his resolve to take revenge, his vow to endure, and his commitment to protect what was precious to him.
All that remains is to live as a seed until death in disgrace.

So I tried to die.
At least you can be freed when you die.

“Yes, I will punish you as you wish.”

And Barlow punished Arte.

“Haha, haha, haha, hauh?”

Live to the end

“I don’t want to live, why, why, why!”

Throw away the thought of wanting to die and only have the thought of wanting to live.
It is forbidden to go out until you have that thought.

Barlow imprisoned Arte in his mansion.
Arte couldn’t leave her mansion because she gave orders with her necklace.

She didn’t just end up incarcerated.
Arte was trained every day to prevent her from having the heart to commit suicide again.

“Haagh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh!”
“Sister, please tell me you want to live, okay?”

Among Arte’s assistants was her younger brother Helle.

“Why did you want to die when you were happy to do this? Did she not want to live with me?”
“That, that’s not… Haha!”

Helle caressed her precious sister every day.
He brought her index and middle fingers together and thrust them into her cunt, jabbing.
I could hear her squealing and continue to tingle through her drippings.
She convulsed and squirted a fountain between her crotch and continued to jabber.

“My breasts are bigger than before. The owner will really like it. Master likes slaves with big breasts.”
“Who, who for that bastard!”

He always massaged her breasts without skipping.
As if soothing a pouting child, he carefully kneaded it.

“Hehe, heuh, heh, heleg, stop touching it.”
“No, I do not want. You have no right to refuse.”

Helle didn’t care and continued kneading.
She kneaded the soft fat until it was soft like pudding, and her thumb and forefinger were constantly touching her pink nipples until they were hard like stone.

“Huh? Whoa!”

Even though she was to the point of abandoning Artega, who could not stand it any longer, she did not let Helle take her hand from her sister’s breast.

“How? Whoo, whoo, whoo!”

She went in for forced kissing as well.
No matter how hard Arte struggled, Helle fed her sister unconditionally with her own saliva.

“Whoup, whoup, whoup, whoup, whoup…” .”

Helle didn’t stop kissing her, even when her eyes loosened and her body limp.

“Now, eat before it gets cold. It’s the semen porridge her mom made.”

The three meals came out little by little.
It was always served as food, made entirely of semen.

Porridge made from semen. Bread coated with semen.
Meat called semen like a sauce. Salad dressing with semen.
Even water mixed with semen.
Semen entered. Arte always had to face food filled with the disgusting smell of semen.

“It’s made with our master’s semen. You said you packed a lot for her sister, so you shouldn’t throw up.”

Every time she came out, Helle devoured it,

“Ah Okay.”

Arte had no choice but to force himself to eat.
Because if she doesn’t eat, she’ll be forced to.

And,

“Why aren’t you eating? Come on, eat. I don’t know what will happen if I don’t eat it.”

Helle always looked at her with sad eyes, and her heart couldn’t help but weaken.

“If she accepts the master, she will gain more than before.”

She never skipped persuading Arte.

“Because she is the chief’s wife, she can do anything as long as she doesn’t cross her line. She can play and eat at home all her life without hunting. She did that before her sister too, right? She wants to stay at home for the rest of her life. She can make that wish come true.”

She explained one by one what it would be like if she became Barlow’s wife.

“Look at those slaves over there. Do you think they are all unhappy? Everyone is getting along happily.”

She showed the scenery outside and convinced her sister that she liked living here.

“Please, don’t leave us. We barely met, but I don’t want to break up again.”

Sometimes she tried to win her sister’s heart by appealing to her emotions.

“Arte. While she was so happy, she asked why did she want to die, huh?”
“Ha, ha, ha, uh, mother… Huh?”

In the absence of Helle, her mother, Grissa, trained Arte instead.

He strokes her breasts, impales her cunt with her fingers, and kisses her forcefully.
She ate food made of semen, and she kept persuading her to live here.

“Please forget about your father. It is not good to cling to the dead.”

She treats her father as someone who doesn’t exist and forces her to cling to Barlow.

“Hey, guest. How are you feeling?”
“Ha, ha, you, so good, good…”

There was a time when a woman famous for being good at massage in the village was teaching Arte.
She rubbed Arte’s body with oil made from the undiluted solution of Sudmit until she passed out.

Her feet, legs, thighs, waist, arms, hands, neck, chest, and head were no exception.
She carefully kneaded it like she would treat a treasure.

“Ha ha, ha, ha. You are so good…”

As the aphrodisiac in her oil seeped into her skin, Arte couldn’t come to her senses.
She was so engrossed in her pleasure that her desire to die flew away in an instant.

“If you say you will not die, I will come every day and do it for you. If she is the chief’s wife, she can do it for free.”

Women always say that, and she tried to give Arte a reason to live on.

“Suicide is a very bad thing. It brings misfortune to the people around you.”

There were times when a woman who was good at psychological counseling came to her and taught her arte.

“You have a family. Your family doesn’t want to be separated from you. You value your family too.”
“Ha, ha, ha…”
“It is a sin to die at will, leaving such a family behind. Are you going to commit a mistake that can never be washed away?”

She persuaded Arte by touching her breasts every day.
Always make her a horny bitch so that her persuasion works well.

“It’s not enough to dare to kill the black lions, to die at will. I cannot forgive you.”
“Huh?”
“I will punish you. If you don’t tell me you don’t want to die, I won’t stop.”

There were times when a shaman who communicated with a group of black lions came to her and taught her.

The fact that the shrine maiden attacked a group of black lions made her angry.
She wanted to beat her to death right away, but when she heard Arte’s circumstances, she changed her direction.

“Now, hurry up and shout that you want to live. Should I tell the baby in the womb? If the mother is anxious, the baby cannot live because of anxiety.”
“Huuuuu!”

He jabbed her cunt with her fingers.
Even when the fountain poured, he continued to poke.
Even when Arte’s eyes turned white, he continued to sting.

“Ha, ha, ha…”
“You haven’t said anything like this. It’s really poisonous. Of course I will not give up.”

Even the shaman came to visit Arte whenever she had free time and harassed Arte.

“Kureuk? Kururup! Kururrrr!”
“Don’t spill a single drop. If you spill it, Miko will be called.”

After her tutoring, he mingled with her Barlow every evening.
Had to suck her cock with her mouth and always get all her cum

“Haang, haang, haang, haang!”

When I spread her legs apart and prick her cock, she always groaned.
I must hate it, but

“How up, whoop, whoup, whoup!”

Arte gave in to her instincts and was embraced by her Barlow.
Thinking she just wanted more of her pleasure, she shared a deep kiss with Barlow and shook her ass.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…”

As the insides of her vagina filled with semen, she smiled with delight.

After that, the teaching continued.

“Sister, your belly has grown bigger. I can hear the baby moving.”

She was taught daily by her sister Helle,

“It won’t be long before we have a baby together.”

Every day she was taught by her mother Grisa.

“This is a massage for my wife. Even the baby in the womb will be very happy.”

She was trained by a woman who massaged her every day,

“Even for the sake of the baby in the womb, you must live. You have no veto power.”

She was taught by a counselor every day,

“I will definitely teach you when you are born. You will tell the child what sins you have committed.”

She was trained by a shaman every day,

“Your stomach has grown so much. I guess I’ll give birth soon. I will have to call the midwife soon.”

Every day Barlow came and broke the rice cakes.
She continued to receive training until she was full-term.

‘I don’t need anything like this.’

And the more he did this, the more Arte’s heart got sick.

‘Please let me die. I don’t want to live.’

Why do you keep telling me to live?
She’s a stupid woman who never got revenge.
She said she would be very funny if she died on her own, but why would she ask her to live?
I don’t have any desire to live anymore.

“Huh? Aaaaa!”

Even when labor pains came and the baby was born, this mindset did not change.

“Ha, ha, this, is this me, my child?”

When she saw the child of her enemy, she Arte finally exploded.

“Ahahaha, ahahahaha!”

She started laughing like crazy.
I laughed at the world leaving.
Everyone in the room froze at the sight of her crazy smile.
In the meantime, she wondered if it was okay because she had been quiet, but she couldn’t help but be frightened when she suddenly did that.

“I gave birth. I gave birth! I gave birth to a demonic child! Ahahahaha, ahahahahaha!”

Is this fate?
Was it fate that this happened?
Never thought her own revenge would end like this.
It’s a comedy that really isn’t even funny.

“Ahahaha, ahaha, ahahaha…”

After laughing so madly, Arte fainted.

From this time onwards, her arte’s life rapidly declined.
Her poison, her despair, continued to accumulate until she gnawed at her life.
Even when Barlow called the doctor, nothing improved.

‘If I die like this…’

The doctor’s diagnosis that she did not live long because she had a heart disease.
When she heard that, Arte was greatly relieved.

Because finally she can get out of this damn hell.
There is no cure for her, she said, so she won’t do anything for Barlow to struggle with her.

‘Mother, Helle. Girls whose names I don’t know. I’m really sorry. I don’t want to live anymore.’

It was like giving everyone an irreparable wound, but it didn’t matter.
She’s finally able to reach the end point, but who can turn it back?

‘What should I say to my father?’

What should I say to my father when I go to the underworld?
Will she be able to reunite with the father she missed?
Arte prayed that the day of her liberation would come soon.

But,

“What is this, what is this, what is this!”

Arte had no choice but to face the terrible reality.