"You want me to walk past them? Even with all this interference?"
"Endure any mockery, any scorn. Only then can you become a new person."
"Damn it... Damn it..."
Ira clenched her teeth and took another step forward. Let them try. With each step, the thugs blocking her path seemed more terrifying. To Ira, they looked like giants, at least two meters tall, with fists as hard as steel. She closed her eyes tightly and approached them.
One step.
Another step.
And then—
"You fucking bitch!"
Smack!
Smack! Smack!
The brutal beating began again. As soon as Ira was within arm's reach, the two men tripped her and started pounding her mercilessly. As she fell to the ground, screaming, Lucius ordered his soldiers once more.
"Bring Ira to me."
Ira's body was swollen and bruised. Lucius stared at her, then extended his hand and chanted a spell. A blinding white light enveloped her, and her wounds vanished. Ira understood the implication and bristled with fear.
"Then we'll resume the march of atonement."
She couldn't die from the beatings, and she couldn't escape this path. In that moment, Ira felt overwhelming despair. She sensed the malicious intent to keep this torment going until she lost her mind.
Raising her head, she saw the two men glaring at her, breathing heavily. Ira had to keep walking. Her legs trembled. A soldier pushed her forward from behind, and she clenched her teeth, closing her eyes.
Stumbling, she took one step, then another, until she stood before the men again.
"Fucking bitch!"
The kicks began again, harder and more painful than before. The ferocity of their blows made it clear they intended to kill her. Ira curled up, sobbing.
"Stop!"
Lucius shouted again. The soldiers carried Ira back to him. She was broken, both body and soul. Spitting blood, she looked at Lucius. He glared at her and said,
"The march of atonement continues."
It went on until the afternoon work hours began. When Ira, battered and torn, entered the room, Lucius followed. He embraced her tightly, and she cursed.
"Kill me! Just kill me, you fucking bitch!"
"I can't do that."
She was too exhausted to ask *why* anymore. Ira couldn't understand why she had to endure this. It would be better to lose a hand and live as a disabled person. Her chest felt tight, and tears streamed down her face. Sobbing, she asked,
"Why... why are you doing this to me? Damn it... *sobs*... Why?!"
"If you've sinned, you must repent."
"What sin did I commit? Damn it... Is it really that big of a sin? Huh?"
"Think carefully, Ira. Why do you deserve this punishment?"
"I don't know, damn it! How the hell would I know, you psycho!"
"No, Ira. You must think. Why should you repent? That's your first assignment."
Lucius tried to leave, but Ira instinctively reached out to stop him. He turned back at the sound.
"N-no, it's nothing."
Ira lowered her hand and shook her head. As Lucius closed the door, fear gripped her again—the dread of being alone and the despair of repeating this ordeal tomorrow.
"The march of atonement continues."
Each day, the men waited closer. At first, they stood on the village street, but day by day, they moved closer. And each time Ira approached, their beatings grew more merciless.
After Lucius proved he could heal her without killing her, the violence intensified.
"Fucking bitch!"
"Worthless whore!"
The insults and beatings shattered Ira's spirit. After a week, then another three days, Ira was beaten outside while Lucius whispered sweet nothings, holding her tightly inside. Days passed, and Ira faced her fear head-on.
At the starting point of her march, the two men glared at her, their jaws clenched, nostrils flaring. As Ira trembled under their gaze, Lucius spoke, expressionless.
"The march of atonement continues."
As soon as he finished, the men knocked Ira to the ground and began beating her. After taking several blows, Ira's eyes snapped open. She pushed the men away and ran toward the lord's mansion, pounding on the locked door.
"Open it! Please, open it! I can't... I can't take it anymore! *Sobs*... Damn it... *Sobs*..."
Watching her, Lucius said,
"That's enough for today."
Ira returned to her room, pressing herself against the wall, eyes darting around. When Lucius entered, she glared at him warily. He asked,
"Shall we start again? What wrong did you commit?"
"I... tried to rob the mansion's warehouse..."
Ira's hands trembled as she bowed her head. Lucius stroked her hair and said,
"Correct. And why are you punished?"
"Because of Karl..."
"Right. Very good. But you haven't repented yet, Ira. Unfortunately, tomorrow..."
Before he finished, Ira fell to her knees, clutching his arm. Seeing the desperation in her eyes, Lucius asked,
"What is it?"
"I'll do anything. Anything, just please stop the march of atonement. Please, I beg you. I'll do anything, my lord. Save me. Or kill me. Cut off my hand, pull out my tongue—just stop the march, please."
"I can't. How do I know you've repented?"
Ira pressed herself flatter to the ground, pleading. Lucius shook his head and tried to leave. As he turned, Ira grabbed his clothes and cried,
"Don't leave me!"
"Whoa."
Lucius looked at her. Ira was sobbing, tears streaming down her face.
"Don't leave. If you do, I'll hear their voices—those men calling me a 'fucking bitch,' threatening me... Please, don't leave me alone... Stop the march..."
"You'll do anything?"
"Yes... *sobs*..."
Lucius locked the door, stood before Ira, and unbuckled his belt.
"Suck it."
**Name:** Ira
**Occupation:** Currently unemployed.
**Affinity:** 0 (+100)
**Level:** 6
**Stats:**
- Strength: 3
- Agility: 7
- Intelligence: 4
- Luck: 0
**Traits:**
- **Mental Dependence:** She depends on you. Her original occupation is deactivated, and stat penalties remain. Affinity receives special adjustments.
- **Submission:** She submits to you.
"Slurp... slurp... *gasp*..."
I smiled down at Ira as she handled my penis delicately, like it was made of glass. Watching her close her eyes as she carefully licked the tip, her tongue tracing the ridges, filled me with a mix of conquest and pleasure.
When it twitched, she paused, looking up at me, before resuming her ministrations. Once the tip was coated in saliva, she parted her lips, gauging the size, and slowly took me into her mouth.
And then, carefully, she began to swallow me whole.