Chapter 9 – 4. The Savage Decided to Become Married (2)

〈 Poor Brotherhood 〉 In the mountain hut, the wedding was in full swing. The guests were the worst thieves of the Iyets Kingdom, who plundered, murdered, and raped, and prostitutes who raised the children of the thieves. Occasionally, there were unfortunate incidents in which sex slaves were freed and became prostitutes, or prostitutes became sex slaves because they were offended, but the two were strictly different groups.

The groom was a dashing savage, 230cm tall and a Viking with a bodybuilder body with less than 5% body fat. On the other hand, the bride was just over 160 cm tall, so the two made a perfect contrast.

The groom was scheduled to enter the ceremony hall wearing only steel panties, topped off his top and boasting a large penis, but the bride was scheduled to enter the ceremony wearing beautiful makeup and a white wedding dress. Of course, the matching red underwear and garter belt were a bonus.

“The problem is officiating.”
“Can’t I see it? Older brother?”

The savage Rustam looked at Wolfgang, the leader of the bandits, with pitiful eyes. Of course, he was a thief knight who was a royal knight, but he was still a little short of officiating at his own wedding.

“Didn’t you say that there was a witch who was said to be a black witch?”
“He doesn’t even like to talk to us.”
“What. Are you saying that losing to the same offender is different? What a funny year.”
“It’s because wizards have such high noses.”

There were three classes in the Empire who were completely deprived of legal rights and could be killed without asking or questioning. The first was a barbarian, the second a thief, and the third a witch, the most dangerous and relentless pursuit. Barbarians swarm outside the borders, thieves grow like wild grass, and witches are few in number. Besides, it was also the most dangerous.

“Hey. But for a while, you will have to live with the same family, so call me.”
“Oops. Then, what are you going to do?”
“I’m not going to meet you anyway.”

The Witch’s Hut was located in a remote area of ​​the thieves’ camp. Even if you look at it, you can’t help but trust yourself, and you can feel the will that you really don’t want to mix with the bandits. Witches sometimes provide magical assistance and advice, and thieves provide experiment materials and money in return, so it is said that it is a thorough business relationship. Of course, they didn’t interfere in what each other was doing.

“Hey. Black Witch.”
“Who said it was okay to come in?”
“Haha. Even so, we’re one family, so don’t bounce too much.”
So, when Rustam entered the witch’s hut without knocking, many weapons flew at him. All of them were hit and bounced off the body of the savage. The witch, who was about to memorize an attack spell, recognized the strength of the savage and took the spell.

“You must be the rumored thief captain, Rustam.”
“In name, yes. Were you Lucia the Black Witch?”
“How did you know my name?”

I know because I possessed the game world. Twins.
You are an NPC and I am a player.

But Rustam wore a broad smile on the outside, for two reasons. First of all, the black witch was a great beauty. The long black hair, legs with straight legs, and bouncing breasts were artistic. It’s a natural instinct for a man to look good in front of a beauty!

‘Of course, it’s much more manly to just fuck and eat it.’

The more important reason for Rustam’s smile was that the Black Witch was too hot to be eaten. Although his strength stat is 999, barbarians and witches are classes that have a perfect relationship. Even though he is strong and has high stamina, he cannot defend against witches’ curses or mental magic.

‘Fuck. Your level is twice as high as me. Crazy bitch.’

The Black Witch is a growth type NPC and was a genius witch with the potential to grow into the world’s most powerful wizard in the future. After the game started, while Rustam was harassing women, the Black Witch was a powerful NPC who had steadily leveled up. Now, the level difference between the two is 20 levels versus 40 levels, almost twice as much, so it was unbearable for her to blow her spirit world spells.

‘Fuck. If I had known this was going to happen, I would have raised my willpower.’

However, Rustam had only raised her strength and stamina through ignorance, so she had no chance yet. But she’ll get a chance someday. One hand ax. If you can take down her witch with a single hit of her hatchet, the day will come when she’ll have her cock locked up from then on.

“You must be thinking dirty thoughts like a dog again.”
“Haha. Misunderstood! We northern savages recognize strong men! You are strong, so I respect you!”
“That’s too much bullshit for a piece of trash that kills and rapes girls.”
“They are weak! You are strong! I am barbarians!”

Rustam’s impersonation of a stupid savage made her laugh, saying that the Black Witch knew it. For the people of this world, Rustam was a commonplace barbarian obsessed with fighting and women.

“Anyway. If you’re going to harm me, you’d better remember my golem and bracelet. Golems can crush you like worms, and bracelets cast defensive spells whenever they sense a threat. If you can’t finish me off in one blow, I know you’ll die.”

The black witch threatened Rustam to make sure her superior-subordinate relationship, and he put her head down while pretending to be frightened by her. She thought that she wanted to eat it while looking at her legs full of legs.

“I will keep in mind! You are stronger than me! You deserve respect!”
“So, why did you come to me?”
“I’m getting married this time, and I want you to officiate.”
“Can a piece of trash like you get married?”
“It is a predatory marriage, but it is a formal bride. Please respect the customs of us savages.”
“Haha. You had a great love. But what? I don’t like hanging out with trash like you. Even every minute and every second we’re together feels like shit. So get out of here.”

Took!
What the savage held out was a bag of gold coins.

“My wife still wants a proper wedding. You can’t entrust the thieves with the officiating speech.”
“… I have quite a bit of money.”
“If you officiate successfully, I will give you another one.”

The witch laughed at the savage’s words. Where is the word that she officiates successfully? Are you crazy?

“It means that you have to memorize all the officiating speeches instead of leaving midway.”
“Yes, yes. I know you said not to vomit at your savage atrocities. But I’ve seen a lot more than that. I’ve tried turning people into chimeras, but what’s wrong with girls screaming?”
“Then I understand that you agreed.”
“Okay. If you break your promise to give me another bag of gold, I will burn it.”
* * *
But the witch soon regretted her own words.
It was because the officiant was more vulgar than expected.
Still, experiments cost a lot of money.
The black witch closed her eyes and memorized the officiating speech.

“… Father Adelaide swears to become the eternal cockhouse of the savage Rustam?”
“Yes. I swear.”
“Do you swear, motherfucking Adelaide, that she will never sleep with or kiss any man other than Rustam, and that if she does, she will become the poor Brotherhood’s eternal toilet?”
“Yes. I swear.”

The witch looked at Rustam with a very disgusted expression.

“Does Rustam the groom swear to keep the bride Adelaide forever as an ona hall?”
“Yes. I swear!”
“Does Rustam, the groom, swear not to hand over Adelaide to another man while she completely obeys her as a sex slave?”
“Yes. I swear.”

Tears fell from the pretty bride’s face.
Because her wedding was never what she hoped for.
The black witch sighed, but the wedding proceeded.

“… If you have objections to the marriage, please present it now.”

The thieves cheered as they saw the weeping priest, and the prostitutes licked their lips while watching the savage’s big cockhouse. That naive priest who was able to receive such a great dick every day should be grateful!

Adele smeared her eye makeup in her endless tears. She herself wanted to have her party mate, Arin, with her colleagues as guests, and have a wedding under the presidency of her teacher, High Priestess. All of this felt like a nightmare.

“… “

The Black Witch was originally a good person. It is said that even if the faith is different from the fanatics of this medieval land, there is a sense of compassion that people have.

“I ask the priest.”
“… Yes. Witch.”
“Are you sure this wedding is what you want?”
“… “
“You know that covenants have power, so answer carefully. In particular, priests like you can never break the covenant they have made for themselves. You will be abandoned by God and fall into hell after death.”

The gods of this medieval land were fundamentalists, so they didn’t care.
If you make an oath, you must keep it unconditionally.

“… What if the answer is no?”
“I’ll get you out of here. You know where I am, I can’t send you back to the village, but at least it’ll be better than living with those beasts.”

The witch’s bombshell declaration silenced her wedding hall as if it had been doused with cold water. But Rustam was just giggling inwardly. It seemed that the Black Witch didn’t know what to do, but the already cute priest had a sense of lethargy seeped into his bones. Because she knew the cost to her of breaking her word.

“… Maybe my party members.”
“… That is difficult.”
“… This wedding is exactly what I want.”

Hierarch Adelaide forced a smile and nodded her head.
As the Black Witch sighs in her broken heart, she finally makes her final declaration.

“Therefore, the barbarian Rustam and the priest Adelaide were bound in a master-servant relationship until death separated them. The two are husband and wife, but at the same time, the relationship between master and sex slave, master and onahole.”

After her words, the witch immediately turned around and left her wedding hall.
Rustam looked at the back of the black witch and covered her mouth.

‘When should I eat that bitch too?’

But now, the priest takes precedence.

“Dog bitch.”
“… Black, heh heh.”

Match!

“Kyaaak!”
“What are you hesitating about? Fuck. I’ll pick you up today.”
“Quaaaaa!”

The bride’s wedding dress was torn as soon as the wedding vows were over.
The barbarian’s two-handed sword cock dug into the bride’s pussy!

“Master! Please stop! Stop! Stop! Aaaaagh!”
“A bitch like you needs more ona hall training!”