I Became a Barbarian Warrior Who Hid His Face in a World Where Everything Was Reversed

Chapter 122: Ego Axe Bernie (6)

The gluttonous demon stared at the pool of stagnant water below her.

Dazed by the waves of pleasure she’d never experienced in her life, her eyes were drawn to the white liquid floating atop the puddle.

Her stomach rumbled with hunger.

She couldn’t even remember the last thing she ate.

The belly of a great demon, the seat of gluttony, was growling.

It was a tale that would make the other deadly sins faint with laughter.

Tsk-tsk-tsk.

With every drop of steaming juices from the man’s cock, the hunger grew more intense.

‘⋯It looks delicious.’

Humiliated, she had to admit that she wanted the male bodily fluids that she normally wouldn’t have even considered.

She didn’t know what it tasted like because she hadn’t thought to put it in her mouth until now, but she didn’t need to taste it to know if it was good or bad.

She knew it would be fishy, bitter, and tasteless.

She resented the fact that she had to put such a foul, unclean liquid into her mouth, roll it around on her tongue, and pass it down her esophagus.

But more painful than the thought of having to drink a liquid that made her nauseous just thinking about it was the hunger that plagued her right now.

-Thud.

The chains stretched slightly as Gluttony bowed her head.

As if to say that he would be allowed to eat his cum.

“Ugh.”

Gluttony groaned briefly, glaring at the male in front of her.

The spoiled brat looked down at her with a wordless, sickly grin, as if to say that she was finally listening.

There was not the slightest hint of respect in her eyes.

He already reduced her to a mere pet, a tool.

He looked at her as a ‘tool’, something even lower than that.

She had always looked down on others from above, but now she was bowing down to a mere male, an insignificant creature that she would have snapped her fingers at in the past.

Being treated as less than human, she shakes her head in submission.

Kkoooooook⋯♡

Feeling her lower stomach rattling and constricting for some reason, she jerks her head toward the man.

-Poof!

The man disappeared from Gluttony’s mind without a trace as he was expelled.

It was only Gluttony’s will that allowed him to enter and leave this space.

The reason for the banishment was simple.

If he could even see what she was about to do, it would be like crossing a river from which she could never return.

Gluttony stuck out her tongue at the white liquid floating in the puddle she’d dipped into.

Like a cat catching water on its tongue and drinking it, she carefully moistened her lips with semen.

-Phew.

After a quick suck, it immediately mixed with the water, leaving a sticky mess in her mouth.

She swallowed quickly, but before she could, she caught a whiff of the steaming male odor in her mouth.

It was an unpleasant, yet somehow familiar odor.

For a week, she’d been immersed in the blacksmith’s saliva so she’d gotten used to his saliva without realizing it.

No, it wasn’t just familiarity.

Gluttony desperately denied that she had begun to find the smell of his semen aromatic.

Every time she caught a whiff of his scent wafting down her throat, her head grew fuzzy and her stomach bounced.

“Huh… Whew… Phew…”

The thick semen didn’t even feel cool to the touch.

It must have been mixed with the baby fluid, but it was so viscous and thick that it was hard to swallow.

-Gulp.

She was still hungry as a few drops of semen hadn’t satisfied her hunger.

Fortunately, there was still plenty of cum in the puddle.

“I won’t lose. I won’t lose⋯ Foolish bastard⋯ How dare you think you can subjugate me with this disgusting excrement⋯”

“Gulp⋯ gulp⋯”

“Foohaha⋯ You think you can use this body to eat with your disgusting, steaming sperm⋯? Foohaha⋯ You’re so presumptuous⋯ I’ll make you regret it⋯”

Gulp.

Gulp.

Since when?

“Fuhaa⋯”

Gluttony realized that she was face-first into a puddle of her own juice.

She flicked the puddle with her tongue and waited for the cum to float to the surface.

“Heh heh heh, it’s coming!”

When the puddle of semen came down, she desperately stuck her face in and stuck her tongue out.

-Gulp.

-Gulp. Gulp.

Between her teeth, under her tongue, on the roof of her mouth, down her throat, there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t permeated with his male odor.

Without realizing it, Gluttony began to savor and drink the cum.

Instead of swallowing it all in one gulp, she rolled the cum around on her tongue, savoring the scent and taste.

Only at the very end, when it was too much to swallow, did she pass it down her throat.

It’s clearly fishy and disgusting, but she keeps drinking.

Her body instinctively craves his liquid.

Each sip brought a strange sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

“Puhaa⋯ Heek⋯”

Having drained the puddle of fluid, Gluttony quietly raised her head.

Her melted face and disheveled bangs were smeared with cum and spunk.

She drained the cum but she was still hungry.

However she couldn’t summon him right away.

With her strength not yet restored, it would be at least a month before she could invite him back to the mental world.

“⋯A month, and I have to endure this hunger⋯?”

In other words, she would have to wait a month to taste his cum again.

With an unknown feeling of despair, Gluttony hung her head again.

She leaned down again, hoping to lick up some of the cum on the floor.

-Clang!

The chains held her down, but she desperately licked up the cum.

All the while, her head was slowly spinning.

She vowed to remember this humiliation as she made plans for the future.

‘After all, he’s the only one who can break this bond.’

Yeah. It’s just an assortment anyway.

‘I play the part of the dutiful ‘tool,’ the one who lays low under him and does whatever he says.’

If that guy starts to trust and believe in her as a tool, and in the end, if she convinces him to break these chains with his own hands.

‘Then I turn on my heel, and escape from this axe.’

All for the sake of her full resurrection.

The spoiled brat, the cum-sack, is but a lowly male at her feet.

Gluttony never thought for a moment that she would be defeated.

As she licked the cum from her lips, tongue, and face, Gluttony muttered quietly to herself.

“Never, never, it’s not about the cum⋯”

It’s never because she wants to eat his cum.

She’s just hungry.

If there’s something else to eat, even if it’s not specifically his cum, she’ll eat it.

“Baeeeee⋯ Ssang⋯ Woom⋯♡”

Thinking that, Gluttony continued to lick the semen on the floor.

***

“⋯Kan. Balkan?”

When I came to, Zirnier was flicking her hand in front of my eyes.

“What are you doing with that axe, asshole? Are you excited to see my child?”

Chuckling, Zirnier jabbed me in the side with her elbow.

-Kudangtang!

My body jerked backward as she poked me.

I hadn’t adjusted to the sudden change in reality.

“⋯What? Are you okay?! I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d fall!”

“⋯Ah, no, it’s okay, I⋯ like your weapon.”

A flustered Zirnier held out her hand to me.

I grabbed her callused hand and pulled myself up.

Sensing something was wrong with my aura, Zirnier opened her mouth.

“Is something wrong? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, actually.”

I told her about what had happened with Bernie.

Of course, I didn’t mention the embarrassing details of the pussy slapping and the fluid shooting.

‘I wouldn’t have tried that with a normal person in the first place.’

The only reason I was able to act so boldly was because I considered Bernie to be my ‘possession’ or ‘tool’.

“⋯Bunny Girl? There was such a thing?”

I asked, but when I told her about Bernie, she shook her head.

“Didn’t you know that? I thought you were the one who did it, since she was chained up.”

“No, I didn’t. All I did was soak the Gluttony Soulstone in your⋯saliva and adjust it so that you could more easily control her power.”

The identity of the Gluttony Soulstone is Bernie herself.

In other words, Zirnier had unknowingly used my saliva to create a chain that would allow me to control Bernie.

Come to think of it, she didn’t show any symptoms when Zirnier grabbed the axe and handed it over to me.

“⋯I’ve often heard stories of people hearing auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations when swinging a weapon or sleeping when using a weapon that has been forged with a soul stone that contains an ego⋯but I’ve never heard of anyone seeing a clear entity like you.”

I wonder if my words have piqued the blacksmith’s interest.

Zirnier sounded quite excited.

“Is it because it’s a soulstone of the highest level? I don’t know much about it since it’s my first time making something with this material. It might be worth studying, or maybe it’s just that you’re compatible with the weapon!”

“⋯I suppose so.”

I stared at the oversized artifact axe in my hand.

[⋯⋯]

Bernie still hadn’t responded.

Well, at least I had her subdued for now.

I won’t have to worry about her for now.

“Then, I will now explain this child’s function. How can you use the power of ego⋯”

I was then told more about the weapon.

Ego-imbued weapons, like artifacts in the Labyrinth, have special powers.

They are generally said to be on par with artifacts, or even better, depending on the artifact’s higher compatibility and identity.

It was a strange and amazing ability, worthy of the name ‘Gluttony’.

“It’s not for me to say as a blacksmith, but don’t get too dependent on your weapon just because you got a good one. It’s just a tool, you know?”

“Of course.”

My first priority should be my own strength.

Weapons are only tools and I don’t want to be eaten by a tool.

“Have you given it a name?”

“A name?”

“You have to give them names, like the Black Sword of the Sword City, or my Nos. 1, 2, and 3.”

-Kirik. Kirik.

The trio of mechanical arms clung to Zirnier and waved at me.

“I named it Taemyeong, because it’s a black and gold axe.”

The word Taemyeong made my head spin, but Zirnier’s naming sense was even more shocking.

‘I shouldn’t let her name it.’

I gave the axe a name I had grown accustomed to.

“Bernie. I’m going with Bernie.”

“Bernie? Are you sure you’re okay with that name?”

Absolutely.

It exudes savagery just by looking at it, and it’s too cute a name for an oversized axe that’s bigger than most adult males⋯ but I thought to myself.

‘It’s actually a female.’

I figured it didn’t really matter.

“I like Bernie.”

“Yeah, whatever. If that’s what you mean, then so be it. Now, shall we go?”

“Yeah? Where?”

“On the day I gave birth to the best baby of my life, where else is there to go?”

I heard the first thing pregnant women look for after having a baby is alcohol.

-Giggling, Zirnier threw up her hands.

“Of course we’re going to drink!”

As expected, I was right.

Zirnier was a half-dwarf, though her elongated frame often made me forget it.

That meant that she was made of 70% alcohol, which meant she was a drinker.

“You promised me a drinking buddy if I made you a weapon, didn’t you?”

“Of course.”

I nodded, smiling at Zirnier, who poked me in the side coyly.

After all, she’d made me a weapon like this, what’s a few drinks?

I’d probably say yes if she asked me to drink for months.

“Hmph. Okay. Let’s go!”

Zirnier, already tense from her pre-drinking days, pumped her fist in the air.

We naturally walked and headed towards Diana’s tavern.

It was my last drink before entering the Labyrinth.