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EP.272 Top 5 S-Rank Onahole Isn’t Easy Either (1) 

The closer we got to the port, the more I couldn’t help but be impressed. 

Bikini-armored knights had completely taken over the harbor. 

And ahead of them all, standing like their leader, was a blonde woman. 

She was probably the new S-rank onahole that Jeong Sahwa had mentioned. 

Her hair was tousled like a lion’s mane, 

and combined with her muscular physique, she gave off an air of wild beauty. 

I wondered just how impressive this woman would be. 

With anticipation bright in my eyes, I looked her way. 

“Who are you people?” 

“Chelsea, it’s been a while.” 

“Hm? Sahwa, is that you? What brings you here?” 

At that, Jeong Sahwa stepped out to the bow and called out. 

There was a hint of confusion on the female knight Chelsea’s face. 

The tense atmosphere instantly melted away, 

and the bikini-armored knights behind her glanced at us curiously. 

“With you here, I doubt this is just an ordinary visit.” 

“We’d like to dock our ship. Can we get your permission?” 

Though Sahwa’s gaze was flat and emotionless, 

her voice carried a definite weight as she made her request. 

But Chelsea didn’t bat an eyelash, just stared back at Sahwa, 

her narrowed eyes sharp as blades. 

Were we going to be rejected before we even docked? 

Holding my breath, I watched nervously. 

“Fine. We’ll guide you in, so just follow instructions.” 

“C-captain, you shouldn’t just decide that by yourself.” 

“Silence! I’ll take responsibility. You just follow orders and don’t say a word.” 

Her voice radiated absolute authority  

like she wouldn’t tolerate even a word of dissent. 

So, with the help of the knights, we docked our ship safely. 

Just like that, we arrived in France with our party. 

Surrounded by the bikini-armored knights, you couldn’t even see the scenery, 

but what I saw was breathtaking enough to be called a magnificent view. 

At the very least, it was clear I was now in a land flowing with milk and honey. 

“Sahwa, who’s the man at your side?” 

“This is Kim Jinwoo, whom I serve.” 

“You serve him?” 

There was a faint glimmer of emotion in Chelsea’s eyes  

I couldn’t tell whether it was directed at me or Sahwa, 

but at least it wasn’t hostile, so I let it go. 

“You and those with you follow me. The rest will follow my knights’ orders.” 

Just at a glance, you could tell our party was ordinary, 

but for the pirates, there was no mercy. 

The knights took them somewhere else. 

But since the pirates followed without resistance, 

I didn’t worry too much. 

Leaving the pirate crew behind, we followed Chelsea into a modern office-like building. 

‘It’s kind of medieval and yet pointlessly modern.’ 

At first, seeing the armor reminded me of somewhere in China, 

but after seeing that only the outfits were old-fashioned and the buildings were totally modern, 

I breathed easy again. 

Living in modern times, anything old-fashioned would have been tough for me. 

Officials (or at least people who looked like them) were bustling about, 

and Chelsea headed up a staircase to the second floor. 

Upstairs was a large area, big enough to accommodate a crowd. 

“Just take a seat for now. I’ve never hosted this many people at once.” 

Chelsea said this with an awkward smile. 

Since we did have a big party, we didn’t argue and just sat down. 

Even as guests, showing up with such a large group would normally get you thrown out; 

honestly, it was a relief that we didn’t. 

Dragging chairs over, everyone sat down. 

Chelsea leaned back and looked at Sahwa. 

“So, Sahwa, what’s up?” 

All the stiffness from before was gone; 

Chelsea spoke familiarly to Sahwa. 

Seeing this slightly rough-around-the-edges, forthright demeanor put me at ease as well. 

“So, who’s this guy? Is he your master?” 

“Not yet. For now, he’s just the director candidate whom I serve.” 

“.........” 

For a moment, a mischievous light flickered in her eye. 

“Not yet, huh? So you’re saying you’ve already provisionally acknowledged him as your master. Am I wrong?” 

“..........” 

Now it was Sahwa’s turn to fall silent. 

But that silence said more than a thousand words. 

So she’s been thinking about me that way. 

If that’s the case, I’d better measure up and mature quickly, 

so I’ll be able to conquer even Sahwa’s fully-trained pussy with ease. 

At the very least, I’d need to reach that point 

to be able to proudly call myself Sahwa’s master. 

“I look forward to the day when Mr. Kim Jinwoo becomes my master as well.” 

“Just wait a little. I’ll absolutely claim you as my onahole.” 

“Ohh, to witness such romance right in front of me. I’m lucky today.” 

Is she really calling this romance? 

From a normal perspective, 

it’s just a delinquent bragging that he’ll make a woman his property. 

But in an altered-common-sense world, 

I guess that kind of possessive declaration is considered sweet romance. 

“Chelsea, why are you talking like it’s someone else’s business?” 

“Hm? Why me all of a sudden?” 

“Mr. Kim Jinwoo actually owns two S-rank onaholes already.” 

This time, instead of just an ambiguous reaction, 

her face twisted in actual shock. 

“What? Two S-rank onaholes already? With whom?” 

“Marilly and Nana.” 

“Those are exactly the 7th and 6th ranked. Not bad.” 

Wait, S-rank onaholes are ranked? 

I hadn’t heard that before. I glanced at Sahwa, 

who averted her gaze and replied in a barely audible voice. 

“There’s no need to explain in detail, since me being the strongest hasn’t changed.” 

“Still so full of confidence.” 

Well, ever since Sahwa revealed herself to be an S-rank onahole, 

she’s always insisted she’s the strongest. 

I guess ranking is meaningless. 

But if she’d told me earlier, I might have tried conquering them in order. 

“Then I’m next, I guess. I’m number 5.” 

“Oh, that’s…” 

Since I’d conquered the 7th and 6th place onaholes, 

it’s only natural that the next would be the one in 5th. 

But I didn’t expect to meet the 5th in the rankings like this. 

“But just from the looks of it, your cock seems pretty ordinary.” 

“Mr. Kim Jinwoo.” 

Right, people have always underestimated me based on my looks. 

But once they see my cock for real, 

they never say anything like that again. 

I confidently dropped my pants and exposed my rock-hard, over-40cm cock. 

For an instant Chelsea’s face stiffened, 

then a predatory smile, like a beast’s, crept across her lips. 

“Well, well, they say you can’t judge a book by its cover looks like you’re the real deal.” 

“What do you think? Wouldn’t it be great to have Mr. Kim Jinwoo as your master?” 

“This is good enough. But being big isn’t everything.” 

She grinned even more fiercely as she looked at me. 

And she was right. 

Just because it’s big doesn’t mean I can dominate an S-rank onahole. 

To be honest, against Qatar or Sahwa, 

I can barely last a minute. 

But having faced both of them, I’ve grown as well. 

Now, I was confident I could stand my ground against Chelsea. 

Perhaps reading my determination in my eyes, she closed the distance until she was right in front of me. 

“Ho, nice eyes. You’re not like one of those random losers this is a real man. A real beast.” 

“You still judge people by such unusual standards?” 

Apparently, Sahwa was used to this; she grumbled with resignation. 

But as she got in my face, 

to be honest, for a moment I nearly died of fright. 

No joke, it felt like a real lion had come right up to me. 

I’ll admit, though, her breath on my face was kind of nice. 

“All right, then. Would-be master, do you know how to use a sword by any chance?” 

“Uh?” 

That was completely out of left field. 

Following Chelsea, we arrived at a parade ground where other knights were gathered. 

Chelsea’s mere arrival drew everyone’s gaze to us. 

She seemed perfectly at home in the attention, 

picked up a practice sword, and tossed one to me. 

“Let’s see just how good our candidate master is.” 

“I did train a bit with Najjang, but don’t expect too much.” 

I did learn a little swordsmanship from Najjang, 

but against this beast, how much good would it really do? 

As I was getting into stance, something about the practice sword felt strange. 

Looking at the hilt, I realized: 

‘Why is there a dildo here?’ 

The sword’s grip was a dildo. 

Apparently, it wasn’t just my sword either; 

all the swords Chelsea held had dildo handles. 

A hundred thoughts flashed through my mind, 

but before I could wonder at it too much, Chelsea made the first move. 

“Hm♡. Huuht♡.” 

Thrust! Thrust! 

With light moans, she inserted the dildo-handled swords into her pussy and her ass. 

And even that wasn’t enough  

she put a sword handle in her mouth and gripped the remaining two in each hand. 

Five-sword style. 

The posture looked ridiculous, but her face was perfectly serious. 

“She’s using it the captain’s ultimate combat stance!” 

“No one’s survived seeing that before.” 

“To see it again I’m honestly emotional.” 

The bikini-armored knight squad looked delighted to see Chelsea’s setup. 

Wait, can you really be skilled like that while looking so ridiculous? 

Maybe in this world, this sort of thing is normal. 

Chelsea came charging at me, ferocious as a wild beast. 

Snaping out of it, I hurriedly got into position. 

“Huuht♡!” 

Tic! 

Though the wooden swords were lighter than expected, 

the force felt anything but light  

it was as if a massive boulder was pressing down on me. 

But Chelsea didn’t pause; she twisted her body and attacked again and again with different swords. 

I’d thought the ones stuck in her pussy and ass would be weaker, 

but, contrary to expectations, those were the most dangerous. 

Just how strong is her "grip" that even my sword could barely block them? 

‘Can’t go easy on this one any longer.’ 

That’s as far as my underestimation of her would go; now it was time to be serious. 

I steadied myself, then swung my sword at Chelsea. 

“Hugh!” 

Srrrngh. 

Setsuki Style, High-Frequency Slash: 

A technique that causes the blade to vibrate rapidly, invoking a high-frequency slash. 

It was the source for the idea of “vibro-pleasuring”, 

and incredibly taxing, so I couldn’t use it repeatedly  

but even with a wooden sword, the power was enough to slice through one of Chelsea’s. 

“Heh! That is impressive.” 

She immediately tossed away the useless sword handle and 

smiled savagely. 

Eager to show off her own skill, she launched an attack too: 

“Lion King’s Dance!” 

Spinning her whole body, she swung all her swords, 

producing a huge storm that roared toward me. 

That was dangerous. 

There was no way I could take that head-on. 

Dodging sideways, I watched as the storm swept forward, 

smashing into the wall of the parade ground. 

The wall was shattered as though the sword wasn’t made of wood at all. 

Chelsea strode out from the settling dust, 

shaking her head from side to side, proud as ever. 

“Is that all you’ve got, candidate master?” 

............... 

It looked like I still had a ways to go before I could tame Chelsea as my new onahole.