Chapter 40 – #4-1. Aris, Han Aris (2)
-Past-
Iron, iron, iron.
“Whoop, whoop…”
Splat, slap, slap…
All that filled the dark room was the sound of swaying chains and slapping flesh colliding. Despite the poor lighting so that even letters could not be read, the pure white skin that reflected the light was glistening with body fluids and sweat that did not know who it belonged to. The two men and women seemed to have been sticking together until now, and before long, sticky semen sprayed over their white bellies. The semen that clung to her skin was fairly thin, and it was clear that she had already ejaculated several times. Semen trickled down the navel of the lying woman, creating a small puddle of semen. A pair of eyes linger for a while in a scene so erotic that it would be a waste to see it alone.
“Whoa, clean up.”
A man of the size of a bear with tanned skin thrust his penis, which had shrunk from repeated infidelity, into the woman’s mouth. The woman, with a dry look, whether tired or indifferent, used her tongue and mouth to clean her glans and buttock, and finally sucked the semen from her urethra and skillfully handled the aftermath. While the woman was cleaning, the man stretched out his hand and poked his finger into the hole he had poked a thousand times. Rather than caress, it was a prank to kill time, eliciting a woman’s reaction. And as expected, the woman showed a perfect unresponsiveness, not even breathing.
“A boring year.”
Tsk, the man clicked his tongue and slapped his white ass. That means it’s over now. Freed from mechanical service, the woman still rested with dry eyes.
…
“Hey.”
After a while, the man called the woman as if he was bored. The first few times he was ignored, but as he continued to call, a pair of black eyes with a subtle decadence like obsidian turned to the man. I had a strong feeling that if I kept ignoring it, it would continue to bother me, so I had no choice but to react.
“What did you say your name was?”
“…”
Do you forget to tell me, asshole? The man shrugs his shoulders with his eyes as if to say. The man asked once more, and his pink lips moved, bearing a whitish stain from his dried semen.
“Aris.”
“Last name?”
“…”
“No? Even commoners have surnames.”
“…”
“Is there really not? Hey. Hey, hey.”
No answer came back.
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Aris Yeon. The sixth child and third daughter of the head of the Yeon (蓮) family, the youngest of the royal family.
She was a celebrity in many ways. She was rumored to be the most cherished child of the head of the family, and even though she was just getting her first menarche, she had an unusually pale complexion, and many noble children were eyeing her. In addition, despite this, it was also known to everyone that he had a genius talent in the single-edged sword (= Do, 刀) method, a household appliance swordsmanship of the Yan family, which was the best among the martial families.
Aris also had a passion that never fell behind her genius talent. People around her expressed disapproval at her walking the rugged path of a swordsman with her beautiful face and body like a fairy, but she couldn’t break her will.
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And, after five years of formally learning martial arts, she applied for a sword fight to the head of the household, and she won.
It made a huge impact. The position of the head of the Yeon family was not a position that could be reached only by lineage. The Yeon family prioritizes skills over lineage, so if there is no worthy person among the deficit, the bastard is appointed as the head of the family. If even bastards are incompetent, they adopt talented outsiders. In other words, Gaju is the most outstanding swordsman in the Yeon family. A young girl who hadn’t even grown up with such a family tree broke it after learning it for only 5 years. There was no doubt about Aris’ ability to subdue her family head without a fatal accident, as it was not a sparring match that could look after her hands, but a sword fight using a real sword.
Of course there was a backlash. The eldest son, who was the most outstanding prosecutor except for the family head, raised an objection. It was argued that there was an unconscious concession because it was a duel with the daughter he cherished like his own body. It was not too much to say that his claim was an insult to the head of the Yeon family. With a face flushed with shame, the family head permitted Aris and her eldest son to engage in a sword fight.
Sword fighting is not a child’s play. Because they use real swords, it’s not a duel that ends when one of them dies, but there have been cases of fingers or arms being cut off in ‘accidents’, and in very rare cases, deaths. Nevertheless, there was a reasonable basis for the family head to accept a sword fight between his two children whom he cherished as if he were his own body.
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Start a sword fight.
One, two, three.
Chanang!
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The eldest son looked at the half of his broken single-edged sword with a hopeless expression. It was an unbelievable look in his eyes, but the silence surrounding him and the cold gaze of the family head proved that it was real.
Only two sums. After clashing once, the eldest son didn’t even recognize Aris’ neat swordsman’s sharp swordsman’s upward slash. It was as if lightning had passed through it. The feeling of the wind pressure of the sword and the numb arm that rushed in one beat late was dizzying. If it had been a duel, it was clear that half of the blade, which had broken off and was deeply embedded in the floor, would have been his head.
After a beat, applause started from the singer.
It was no longer an admiration or cheer for a talented girl. It was an homage to the girl who overpowered the family head and the eldest son, who was the official successor, no, the new family head. However, instead of reciprocating, the main character handed over to the eldest son who was stiff on his knees.
Cringe
The eldest son grinded his teeth. Whether she intended it or not, the action was to plunge herself into her abyss. It was a cruel insult that did not even allow the loser to leave silently and miserably, and pulled it into the spotlight to clearly illuminate its ugliness. He was sure his sister hadn’t done it on purpose. Look at those eyes An innocent face that had never experienced the humiliation of defeat and knew nothing but victory. Fast. The clenched teeth make a grinding sound.
The eldest son asked himself a question.
What do I have left?
Like most parents, the head of household had high expectations for her first child, her eldest son. So, the education of the successor of the Yeon family, which was rumored to be harsh, was made even more rigorous, and at a young age, there was no time to laugh, and he learned and learned and polished his skills. He practiced sword training with blistered hands during the day and read books dense with letters at night, becoming the eldest son of the Yeon family and a worthy successor. His younger siblings, who were his family and competitors, lacked talent and passion for a long time, so the expectation was even more focused on the eldest son, and he had a difficult growth period to the point of not being able to sleep.
However, all of that was lost in an instant. If the Yeon family had the ability, they could attract not only bastards, but also outsiders who were not related by blood, so women could also become the head of a household. All in all, that person was the only youngest brother I was jealous of. It’s not enough that you monopolized my father’s unconditional love that I hadn’t had in my entire life, and you’re taking away the only thing left of me.
The eldest son’s eyes were stained with hatred, and his pupils instantly became cloudy, taking on a dark, eerie aura.
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The genius swordsman who even killed the head of the Yeon family was defeated so easily.
Aris was a rare talent who even killed the family head, but at the same time, she was a girl who didn’t know the world when she first came out to the outside world. Her outstanding skills fall into the hands of her villain, who is overconfident in her skills and is tricked into a cowardly trick. A cliché development that could only come out of her novel became a reality, and in an instant, a girl’s life fell into the gutter. Just like she unintentionally did to her baby brother.
Her regret is always too late, and Aris, who could have made a name for herself as the best swordsman on the continent, has fallen into a slave. She, of course, had her eldest son behind it. Although her eldest son was the main culprit, it was clear that Aris’ negligence, defenseless against numerous malice towards herself, was also a big factor. If Aris was the patriarch of her kite family, she would not end up with her own personal problems, but her entire family could fall. Should I say this is fortunate…
In her harsh reality, Aris realized that she was a strong child, but she had already finished everything. All she could do was stare blankly at her bandaged wrists and ankles after her tendons were cut. Realizing that she couldn’t even exercise properly, let alone raise her sword, Aris eventually shed tears.
The eldest son, who was corrupted and colluded with the forces of the shadows, did not forget revenge. After coming to her Aris and ridiculing her, he had her minions beat her. The eldest son laughed happily at Aris, who had black bruises all over her body, and tossed her sword as a mockery of her. Either kill me or die yourself. Nothing was possible for her Aris, and she had to feel a sense of betrayal and endless helplessness as she saw her own sword wriggling as her powers did not work properly.
The eldest son felt a sense of extreme pleasure and coolness inside, but he still thought it was not enough. He left, telling his younger sister that she was still too young to know her life, so she had to learn about her woman. I had no choice but to see.
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She was raped as a sex slave by men she didn’t know for weeks, developing unwanted sexual feelings. Aris, who was reborn as a ‘woman’, eventually stopped thinking about her. Her pain was gradually fading, and ironically, she was aware of it, and she was in the utmost pain. Even if the thick hands of a man he had never felt before grabbed the inside of his thighs, opened his legs wide, kissed him, touched his breasts and sucked on them, even opened his buttocks and teased her anus, everything became calm. She had become so accustomed to breathing and blinking that she was not even aware of it. Her men who raped her complained that she was no longer funny.
After a long time, the eldest son came to visit. Seeing her limp, like her broken doll, not even looking at herself, her eldest son declared her vengeance over, and she was sold as a costly slave to the West Continent. She would never be seen again, as she was being sold to a distant continent, a month’s journey away by speedboat.
The eldest son, who said an eternal farewell, held the sword that he had not yet sold and kept to Aris’ breasts, stained white with semen, in order to ridicule him until the end. To her surprise, Aris accepted it meekly and didn’t let go of her inside, and her clean scabbard was soon stained with a cloudy liquid like her body.
