## Chapter 155 – Imitation
The violence had ended.
“Ugh…”
Emma moaned, her body twitching. Despite hours of beating, she was still alive, surprisingly. She had barely managed to cling to life.
‘No, it looks like they deliberately kept her alive.’
Looking at the areas she was hit, they had initially struck wildly, but eventually focused on areas with more flesh. In other words, places where she wouldn’t die easily even if hit.
It seemed they intended to torment her for a long time. Her limbs were tightly bound with rope, and makeshift splints were awkwardly applied to her broken bones.
‘Still, with all her limbs broken, she’ll die if left like this.’
Hmm. What should I do?
If Emma were to die now, the children, still unable to fully vent their pent-up anger, would undoubtedly try to unleash it elsewhere. It was better to keep her alive for now.
‘I’ll have to lend a hand for our clumsy kittens.’
I glanced at the kids sitting huddled together, blankly eating their meal, then opened the [Shop Window]. I bought high-performance restraints and fastened them to Emma’s limbs. Then, I used an item.
[You have used a 〈Complete Recovery Rune〉 on ‘Emma Clark’.]
‘I hope she doesn’t try to kill herself after being revived like this?’
I briefly considered whether to gag her, but shook my head. Emma had a strong will to survive.
[Her will to survive is very strong.]
The fact that she had survived in this bizarre world for ten years was proof of that. Even while being threatened by me and relentlessly beaten by the kids, she had desperately begged for her life.
‘The stronger the desire, the stronger the attachment to life.’
She was a woman who had killed countless people to satisfy her sexual desires. Her attachment to life would be as extraordinary as her twisted desires. As expected, Emma regained consciousness as her body recovered and immediately pleaded with me.
“P, please spare me.”
Clang, clang.
Emma, seeing her limbs bound by restraints, crawled towards me like an earthworm. She brought her mouth to my foot and eagerly licked my toes.
“Just one more chance, please. I promise I’ll never have foolish thoughts again.”
Begging for another chance, Emma pushed her tongue between my toes, licking every nook and cranny.
“We’ll see.”
When I gave a vague answer, she crawled to the other foot, put all the remaining toes in her mouth, and sucked on them. I stared at her, then lowered my pants and squatted down.
“I’ll think about it if you lick my butthole.”
Emma immediately flipped over and desperately crawled under my buttocks, licking my anus.
Lick, lick, lick.
Whether it was because she had been thoroughly educated by the kids the night before, she didn’t hesitate at all.
“Hmm.”
When my reaction was lukewarm, Emma clung to my buttocks. She pushed her tongue into my anus and vigorously stirred inside.
‘Actually, being rimmed by a woman like this is very dangerous.’
The most vulnerable parts of a man’s body are the penis and testicles. They were right nearby. And the anus is a dirty area. If the woman felt offended after being asked to lick it, she could retaliate at any time.
“Move your tongue more vigorously.”
But I enjoyed it comfortably. Like using a toilet bidet.
That was because my physical resistance was now over 80%. Even if she bit my vital parts with her teeth, there would be no problem.
‘Hoo. Amazing. I can’t stop getting rimjobs.’
Originally, it was a method introduced to crush the arrogance of the girls in my class.
I still remember the reason I started getting rimjobs.
I accidentally gained enlightenment after seeing Lee Hyun-ji demand that I lick her toes. Since then, after Science scratched my temper with her three-inch tongue, it had come to this point whenever I met her.
‘I’ve gotten so used to it that it’s become a habit.’
Honestly, the sense of conquest wasn’t bad. If I asked 100 women to lick my anus, 99 of them would be disgusted and look at me like a madman.
‘The women from wealthy families would be even worse.’
Imagine them diligently licking my dirty hole to get on my good side. Just recognizing that fact released a lot of dopamine. It was subtly addictive and I couldn’t stop.
‘Later, when I return to Earth, I should get rimjobs as a contract seal from the mistresses or women of wealthy families.’
It would probably be a good measure. Whether they had truly knelt before me, whether they were willing to cooperate with me.
“Slurp. Slurp.”
Emma pushed her tongue into my anus and moved it diligently.
“That’s right. Put it in deeper and lick the inside.”
As I enjoyed the fluttering and flinched, I accidentally made eye contact with Isabel.
Smile.
I smiled at Isabel and lifted my buttocks slightly. Emma immediately followed, desperately clinging to my buttocks.
“!!”
Isabel’s eyes lit up when she saw that. She probably realized that violence wasn’t the only tool for revenge. But she was still a clueless chick, so I had to provide a safety net.
“Emma.”
“Yes, Master Woojin. Does this feel good? I’ll lick it more intensely.”
“It’s not that, I think you can rest assured. It seems the kids don’t intend to kill you.”
“Is that really true?”
Emma asked with a much brighter voice.
“Yeah. I think they’re going to starve you? They’ll give you just enough to not die, and when the muscles in your arms and legs are all gone and you’re weaker than a child, they’ll let you go.”
“Th, that’s…”
“Well, they might kill you if they don’t like it.”
Emma trembled at the harsh reality that had befallen her. I felt the trembling through my buttocks and said,
“Do you want to live?”
“Yes, yes! Please spare me! I’ll do anything!”
“Are you really prepared to do anything?”
“Yes, of course!”
Since she was quite serious, I gave her sincere advice on how she could survive.
“Then lick the kids’ anuses diligently for the rest of your life. As a public toilet.”
“Pardon…?”
“Do it as diligently as you’re doing to me now. Then you can live for a very long time. Oh, and by the way, don’t even think about biting the girls with your teeth. If that happens, I’ll tear off one of your legs while you’re still alive.”
With that, I picked up a rock in front of Emma and crushed it with my grip.
“You know I’m a man of my word, right?”
Emma trembled and nodded vigorously. Her eyes were filled with fear. The beating filled with love all night seemed to have been quite effective.
[She is not the type to commit suicide.]
A great desire to live, but no courage to commit suicide… She would suffer for the rest of her life.
‘Well, she sowed the seeds herself, so she’ll have to bear it.’
Thus, Emma, who had reigned as a tyrant for eight years, was reduced to a toilet. It was the moment when the girls’ communal onahole and human bidet No. 1 was born. I put the ‘World Tree Root’ in her mouth to signify her role as a toilet.
“I’ll be counting on you from time to time.”
After slapping Emma’s cheeks to tell her to keep up the good work, I got up and approached the girls.
‘Let’s see. Are the kids eating well?’
The children were picking at the cold leftovers from the day before. Their eyes were filled with sadness. They were all moving their utensils without focus, or not even touching the food and sitting blankly.
‘In some ways, Isabel is amazing.’
The one who had received the biggest shock was, of course, Isabel. She had seen the video of her own sister dying with her own eyes, so the intensity would be on a different level from the other kids.
But Isabel was calm. She even had the composure to tell me to sit next to her and make room for me.
‘She certainly has a strong mentality. Perhaps more than any of us.’
It was a moment when I realized once again how great her genes and family were. After living like a slave for eight years, her lineage couldn’t be hidden after all.
I sat down in the seat Isabel had made for me and looked at the kids again. Whether I came or not, they couldn’t escape from their blank expressions.
‘This won’t do.’
It was necessary to change the gloomy mood. Negative emotions eat away at people, so you should never drag them out for too long. You have to shake them off right away before they become a habit.
So, I collected everything the kids were eating. And I served new food. With very delicious things. Made on the spot by our international school’s famous chefs.
Blink, blink.
The kids blinked at the fragrant and savory smell. One by one, their blank eyes regained life. I spooned the food and put it in each of their mouths.
“!!”
Their eyes widened a little more.
‘When you feel extreme sadness, even the most delicious food tastes like sand, they say.’
But that’s only half true. The human body prioritizes survival above all else. The bodies of the children, who had spent the night beating Emma and consuming energy, immediately demanded that the brain consume food when something stimulating entered their noses and tongues.
Gulp.
The children quickly fell into the food and began to eat greedily. Happy with the delicious food. Sometimes shedding tears while thinking of their parents.
“Come on. Eat this too. You need to eat something sweet to get your head working.”
Sweet and salty. By alternating between the two stimulating tastes, the kids were fortunately able to come to their senses. They looked at me and smiled brightly again. With the innocent faces I had seen before.
“Thank you, Mister.”
“You’re welcome.”
The girls were now talking to me. It was a great development. The anger and intense struggles they had experienced last night seemed to have instilled in them a courage they didn’t have before.
‘Good. Now that I’ve put them in my fence, they won’t be pushed around.’
Even while smiling foolishly at me, they were definitely different from before, grabbing and releasing the club and glaring sharply when they turned to Emma. It was a very satisfying change.
‘Hmm? Come to think of it, I forgot to check the kids’ physical condition.’
The big and small wounds on the kids’ bodies. I quickly diagnosed the kids’ physical condition through the [Encyclopedia]. And my eyes widened.
[She has a broken left arm.]
Each of the kids had at least one broken bone. From ribs to arms and legs.
‘I knew they were giving and taking a bit too hard when they fought with Emma yesterday, but I didn’t know it was this level.’
The fact that they still ran to Emma and swung their clubs all night showed how much anger they had. I immediately healed them with the [Complete Recovery Rune] and received thank yous from the kids again.
“Thank you so much. If it wasn’t for you, Mister, we would have continued the same life as yesterday without knowing anything.”
With that, the children formally introduced themselves to me.
“My name is Camilla Williams. My father was the president.”
Famous people who were VIPs of each country came out of the kids’ mouths without hesitation.
Camilla Williams (Father: President of the United States)
Maya Brown (Father: United States Secretary of State)
Anastasia Kuzin (Father: Russian Minister of Foreign Affairs)
Inoue Miyu (Father: Japanese Minister of Foreign Affairs)
At the time, the US presidential plane was carrying VIPs, including ministers from each country, and their families. Perhaps that’s why they all had such great backgrounds. To the point where ordinary people like us couldn’t even eat with them.
‘You might just think they’re kids from wealthy families, but no. That’s not the case.’
To get to that position, you need connections, power, money, and background. It’s impossible without any of them. Today, the main positions on Earth are all being inherited. It only looks fair on the surface, but they’re all doing it among themselves.
In short, these kids were all nobles. Modern nobles. If Luzegard was a princess, the rest were at least daughters of counts. They were daughters of such families. Because they effectively hold 70% of the wealth and rule 99% of the people on Earth.
‘I think I know why Emma only subdued the kids moderately, even though she could have easily killed them when they rushed at her.’
She was so caught up in the fun of tormenting the kids from good families that she couldn’t stop. Thinking about getting rimjobs and service from them in the future, she couldn’t kill them no matter how angry she was. Just like I couldn’t let the girls in my class die.
‘Those hereditary noble beauties should be fucked hard with my dick and have their uterine walls painted with my cum. I should make them have a lot of my babies.’
Then it would be quite fun to take them back to Earth and have them continue each family line.
“Mister, please introduce yourself formally too.”
I looked at the girls’ plump buttocks with a satisfied face and said.
“Jung Woojin. I’m Korean.”
And the dick that will be your master in the future. I deliberately didn’t say what I was thinking. They would know with their bodies soon anyway.
“Is that all?”
“Yeah. Are you disappointed that I’m ordinary?”
Shaking their heads. The girls immediately shook their heads, saying that wasn’t the case at all. Isabel got up from her seat.
“Shall we go again, kids?”
“Yes, Unni.”
The kids who had finished eating got up from their seats following Isabel and stretched their bodies. And they all turned to Emma. Their desire for revenge had not yet subsided.
“Heeek. D, don’t come. Don’t come closer.”
The four held clubs, and Isabel did not hold a club. The kids with clubs raised them high. Emma put her belly on the floor and tried to escape like an earthworm. The beating began on top of her.
“Aaaagh! P, please forgive me! Please! Aaaagh!”
The kids relentlessly beat her, avoiding the bones. After beating her to some extent, Isabel squatted down on Emma’s face and brought her buttocks to her.
“Lick it. Not the pussy, the butthole.”
Isabel reproduced what she had learned from me.
“Emma. Is this the best you can do?”
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
“Aaaagh! I’ll do it right! I’ll lick it right!”
They beat her if she didn’t do it right, just like Emma had taught them for eight years.
“Maya, come here. Now it’s your turn.”
“Okay.”
And she let the other kids do it too. As if teaching them that this creature is used like this.
‘I’ll have to wait until their desire for revenge subsides to have intercourse.’
The beatings started again… Then shall I do what I have to do?
It’s noon. It was time for the objects to be reproduced. Now that the food supply had become abundant and the kids no longer needed to catch them, it was time to register the owners.
“There it is, the rabbit.”
I loosened my wrists and arms and headed towards the rabbit running across the meadow.
‘Now, let’s see what that gives me.’
