Milf Hunter in Another World

She once said she couldn’t even tolerate the position of being under a man, but for the sake of the procedure….

It must be quite uncomfortable for her to be naked and following instructions….

Belita’s flushed face reflects that thought perfectly.

‘This is so fucking hot….’

The situation itself, where a blonde, busty MILF is getting her hair removed because of me, is unbelievably hot.

I’ve personally shaved the hairy pussies of mothers with a razor before, but that’s too old-fashioned.

Hair removal requires careful maintenance, so the touch of a professional is the most reliable.

The waxer performing the procedure is also focused on her work, her breasts bouncing just like Belita’s, and I roll my eyes, forgetting to even breathe.

“…Hurry up and start.”

Belita mutters in a voice that trails off.

Regardless of whether the slave is impatient or not, Peridot calmly assesses the situation.

She sprays what appears to be a cleanser onto Belita’s groin, and then an unimaginable tool appears.

…A comb!

I burst out laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

Belita tries to raise her head to see what’s happening to her lower body, but….

She groans, unable to see because her own breasts are too big.

Hahaha!

“Stay still, Belita. You’ll find out soon.”

“What on earth…. Hiyaak…!”

Peridot, with an infinitely serious expression, starts combing.

Her golden pubic hair, the same color as her head hair!

“Puhaha!”

Peridot’s eyes narrow.

“Please be quiet.”

“…I apologize.”

I got scolded….

How can I not laugh when Belita is getting her pubic hair combed?

Belita grabs my sleeve tightly and trembles, like a pregnant woman holding her husband’s hair.

“Engraver! Explain what you’re doing right now.”

“I’m combing the hair so it doesn’t get tangled when I apply the wax.”

“Ugh, krrut…!”

The reason is so convincing that Belita has no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

Even I flinch when Belita speaks harshly, but the engraver is quite bold for her young age.

Even though she’s young, she’s about the same age as me….

Her delicate combing seems to speak of her skill.

Peridot then carefully applies wax to Belita’s plump mons pubis and prepares to remove the hair.

Belita seems a little scared and grabs my sleeve tightly.

“It’s okay. The engraver will do a good job.”

“…Ugh….”

Even I would get goosebumps thinking about tearing that off all at once….

This isn’t torture, there’s no reason to do it that way.

Peridot removes Belita’s pubic hair little by little, starting from the outside.

Her hand movements are so fast that there’s a ‘snap’ sound every time she pulls off the waxing strip.

She immediately applies lubricant to the skin that has become sensitive from the hair removal and then ‘snaps’ off the next hair.

Peridot performs this repetitive action quickly and accurately.

“Hh…. hh….”

Belita’s breath hitches every time a hair is pulled out. But she doesn’t seem to be in pain.

That means Peridot is that good at her job.

However, because it’s such a sensitive area, Belita’s resistance grows stronger as they move inward.

“Ah, ah…. Wait a minute…. I’m getting the brand mark on my lower abdomen, isn’t it unnecessary to remove the hair there….”

“It will look strange if we leave it.”

“…Krrk…. That’s… true, but….”

“I’ll remove it.”

Snap!

“Huuuk!”

I soothe Belita by massaging her breasts.

Belita looks at me with a resentful gaze as if to say, ‘This is your fault.’

I can’t help but be turned on by every little gesture and look of hers.

Peridot expands the area of hair removal and pats Belita’s inner thigh.

Like a nurse does when giving an injection.

I burst out laughing again.

“That’s the thrusting Belita likes, right?”

“Krrk, you…!”

“…?”

Peridot glances at me with a puzzled look, then focuses on hair removal again.

Snap! Spritz, spritz (sound of spraying cleanser) Pat, pat, pat…♥

“h!”

I secretly squeeze Belita’s breasts while Peridot isn’t looking.

“Haa…. Haa….”

It seems like she doesn’t have the energy to care about her breasts.

“We’re finished. I’ll give you some ointment, please apply an appropriate amount for three days to take care of it.”

“It’s… over?”

“Hmm….”

Peridot suddenly spreads Belita’s ass with both hands.

Wow….

“There’s some hair here too. Would you like to remove it all while we’re at it?”

“Wh… what, what!”

Hair there means….

Belita sits up abruptly with a red face.

“Nonsense! There’s no way there’s hair there.”

“It’s fine, but it’s there. Everyone has it, so there’s no need to be ashamed.”

‘Does the Ms. Engraver have asshole hair too?’

I barely manage to hold back from butting in with a tactless question.

“Ugh, krrruuk! Why are you listening? Get out! Get out!”

“”Are you embarrassed, Belita?”

“I shouldn’t have agreed to this branding after all!”

It’s adorable how Belita, despite having given birth to a child, is flustered about her asshole hair being exposed in front of a young woman.

Back when I was in the modern world, there was a wife who pushed me away because her armpits were prickly.

I say with a smirk,

“Why don’t you get it removed here?”

“Krrk…. I… I don’t have hair like that…!”

“Let’s see, let’s see. Is it growing thick?”

“There’s no way it’s growing thick!”

I go behind Peridot and look at Belita’s asshole.

It’s true that it’s difficult to reach that deep and take care of it with a blade, so the presence of ‘hair’ is visible….

“Ugh! Don’t stare…!”

“Ms. Engraver, how long will it take?”

“Just a minute.”

“That’s what she says. Belita?”

“…Quickly. Finish it quickly….”

“Then please lift your butt.”

“Hic…!”

Wow, Peridot is bold.

She lifts the madam’s ass and starts removing her asshole hair without hesitation.

She’s a ruthless asshole hair slayer!

“….”

Even though I’m watching closely from the side, Peridot doesn’t lose her focus.

Snap! Spritz, spritz! Pat, pat, pat!

Even though the waxing is just finished, Belita is already slumped over as if exhausted.

“Trainer, I’ll confirm one thing before proceeding with the branding.”

“Yes?”

“Branding is a procedure to bind a slave. Once engraved, it can never be removed without the master’s permission.”

“I’m aware of that. But how does the brand mark identify me? I’m curious about the principle….”

I guess there’s nothing I can do if she just says it’s magic.

But Peridot seems to be thinking about explaining it in a way I can understand, she hesitates for a moment and then….

“We use blood.”

“Blood?”

“This is also called blood magic, as it uses the technique of the blood clan.

It’s a contract of servitude through the trainer’s blood.”

“It must be very powerful.”

“Yes. Even the ancient gods cannot break it.”

…Gods.

She speaks as if they actually exist.

“Once the brand mark is engraved, the master can faintly sense the slave’s physical condition and… where they are.

If they focus, they can feel it even more strongly.”

“So there’s no way to escape.”

“That’s right, unless they kill the master and run away.”

That’s chilling….

“If the master dies, does the brand mark disappear?”

“No, it doesn’t. If the master who needs to release it dies, it remains as a mark that can never be erased.”

A mark that can never be erased.

Considering the weight of those words, it seems like it’s useless even if you intentionally mutilate the body part where the brand mark is engraved.

Unless you completely disappear from this world….

‘…That’s scary.’

The fact that such a scary brand mark is used as a mere brand mark….

For slave management, is terrifying.

This is a point where I realize that this city is much crazier than I thought.

‘They say that wherever people live is similar, but Isil….’

I feel like Isil only has slaves and their masters.

“If you have no further questions, I will begin the branding.”

“Yes, please.”

As if the way I was laughing and watching Belita’s suffering just a moment ago was a lie.

A solemn atmosphere fills the room as the branding begins.

Peridot delicately draws the design on the area where the brand mark will be engraved and approaches me.

“I will draw some blood.”

“Yes.”

I offer her the arm where my blood was drawn just a while ago.

Since she said she’s using blood, it feels more like a ritual than magic.

While I’m waiting, Belita suddenly grabs my hand.

“Belita?”

“Stay with me.”

Is she scared? Belita too.

“Just stay with me.”

But she tries not to show it.

I stroke Belita’s head and watch the branding process.

Right then….

You can now understand the condition of the slave you own….

…My voice echoes in my head.

The ‘monologue’ that I haven’t heard in a long time.

It pours information I don’t even know into my head and displays information that only I can see in front of my eyes.

Name: Belita Grace   Age: 31   Family: Grace   Race: Human   Marriage: Married Residence: Grace Mansion, 3rd Street, Beast District

［Appearance: Golden hair reaching down to her waist, fiery red eyes, beautiful features. Large breasts and well-developed hips are noticeable］

［One word: “How dare you….”］

［Pregnancy: Pregnant with Geum Taeyang’s child (1 week)］ ［Permanent Seal: Yes］

［Preferred position: Doggy style］

［Trainer in charge: Geum Taeyang］

［Favorite play: Getting her breasts squeezed and fucked doggy-style］

［Brand mark location: Stomach (uterus)］

［Habit: When a dick that’s too big to handle reaches her uterus, she involuntarily spreads her legs］

What is this?

Belita’s condition flows into my head….

Flustered, I ask Peridot,

“Does a status window like this appear when you engrave a brand mark?”

“….”

Peridot carefully finishes her work and then answers my question.

“This is the first time I’ve heard of such a thing.”

Then, is it because my ‘monologue’ skill has… merged with the branding technique?

When I concentrate, more information flows into my head.

Surprisingly, it’s information that reveals and visualizes even Belita’s inner thoughts.

［Aptitude］

［Physical aptitude: Pretty face, excellent breasts, moderate height, firm ass］

［Personal aptitude: Luck with money, high pride, sensitivity, irritability, sharp tongue］

［Unconscious aptitude:

Unexpectedly devoted, sensitive breasts, likes King Dicks］

［Inner Side］

【Charm】 Belita exudes a domineering aura, stimulating the desire for dominance in men.

【Instinct】 She has no intention of having sex with her husband. Her husband’s small dick like a thread does not stimulate Belita’s reproductive desire at all.

【Interest】 Belita is only interested in having sex with her master, Geum Taeyang. She wants to be thoroughly violated by her master’s King Dick.

【Desire】 She has a strong desire to get pregnant. Belita thinks it’s okay to get pregnant with your child without her husband’s knowledge.

【Thoughts about you】 “He’s a bit lacking in class, but his dick is really, really perfect…♥ The size, the thickness, the hardness… I can never give up Master’s dick…♥”

Although it’s very fragmented, the monologue blatantly exposes Belita’s inner side.

‘Her husband’s small, thread-like dick’….

Even though Belita is disillusioned with her married life, she wouldn’t say such harsh words to her husband.

Being outspoken but not using swear words is our blonde madam’s charm point.

In other words, this is….

Belita’s inner thoughts that she has never told anyone.

On the other hand, the fact that she desires my dick so strongly….

I find myself focusing more and more on the information flowing in.

The engravings and training progress that the monologue has whispered to me so far come to mind.

［Training］

Breast sensitivity ■■□

Pussy sensitivity ■■□

Clitoral sensitivity ■■□

Anal sensitivity ■□□

Kiss addiction ■■■

Semen addiction ■■□

Sex addiction ■■□

Masturbation addiction ■■■

【Consent】She has consented to sexual activity with you.

【Baby making】She is actively cooperating with baby-making sex with you.

【Slave Brand】She has decided to get your brand mark engraved on her body and become your slave.

［Status］

Obedience Status ■■■

Loyalty Status ■□□

Affection Status ■□□□

Corruption Status ■■□

Service Status ■■□

Resistance Status ■□□

Pampered Status □□□□□

I’ve seen it all.

Belita’s secret that even she doesn’t know….

Is it invisible to others?

It’s spread out right in front of me, even entering my head.

Belita seems completely oblivious.

“I made a big decision…. If you remain an insignificant trainer, I won’t forgive you.”

［Branding skill acquired]［Fateful Development acquired］

“We’re finished.”

“It says I’ve acquired something called the Branding skill.”

“Yes. If you use the Branding skill, you can fine-tune the size of the brand mark or move its location.”

“Really?”

Such a convenient function!

“Since many trainers were sensitive to symmetry and size settings, that function was added.”

“Then what is Fateful Development?”

“Excuse me?”

“Fateful….”

Peridot tilts her head slightly, as if she’s hearing this for the first time too.

“You don’t acquire any skills other than Branding.”

“Ah! I must have confused it with another skill.”

I laugh it off and chuckle.

This is because I quickly realize that this is a phenomenon that only happens to me.

Fateful Development!

Just hearing it makes my heart swell!

Why has this power been bestowed upon me?

Suddenly, I remember what Ariella said.

“The power to overturn causality and defy providence. Collapsers always have that kind of power within them.”

Could it be….

If there’s a power within me that cannot be revealed by a simple blood test….

Am I a collapser?

‘But where in my body is such a dramatic power….’

…I look down at my dick.

It feels like my erect dick is saying,

‘You clueless bastard.’