Yandere Levelling in Her World-Chapter 169 - 170: Ultra-rare Man

The two soldiers marched Ren through the side gate and into a squat, unmarked building just inside the walls. The air shifted immediately cooler, damp, smelling of stone and something sharper, like chemicals mixed with sweat.

The captain knocked once on an inner door. It swung open, revealing a stern-faced woman in a crisp white coat over a tight black uniform. She was tall, broad-shouldered, with cropped black hair and eyes that scanned Ren like he was merchandise on a shelf.

"A new merchandise?" the woman said flatly, not bothering with greetings. "This the one you radioed about?"

"Yes, Madam Kora," the solider replied, shoving Ren forward a step. His body didn't protest, even as his mind snarled in protest. "Caught him at the gate. Healthy-looking. Strong build. No visible defects."

Madam Kora stepped closer, circling Ren slowly. Her hands moved without hesitation, gripping his jaw to turn his face side to side, running fingers down his arms, pressing against his chest and stomach. She even squeezed his thighs, clinical and rough.

"Perfect," she muttered, almost to herself. "No scars. Muscles firm. Skin clear. He'll be healthy cattle. Prime stock."

Ren's jaw clenched.

She ignored him, continuing her inspection, lifting his shirt to check his torso. "Good vitality. He'll produce well."

The two soldiers exchanged glances, shifting expectantly. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Madam Kora straightened, pulling a thick wad of Norbata bills from her pocket. She peeled off several and handed them to the captain. "Good work. Next time, only bring me men like this. Quality ones. You'll get paid double if they're this prime."

Two soldiers' eyes lit up as they took the money. "Yes, Madam. Thank you."

One of them grinned, already counting her share. "We'll keep an eye out. Plenty more refugees coming in."

The two soldiers saluted casually and left, their boots echoing down the hall, voices murmuring excitedly about the payout.

Madam Kora turned back to Ren, grabbing his wrist in a vise-like grip. "Come on, fresh meat."

She yanked hard. Ren didn't budge. His feet stayed planted, the invisible pull in his chest warring with whatever curse or force kept him moving toward danger but not beyond his will here.

Kora frowned, tugging again. Nothing. Her face twisted in confusion. "What the—? Did this man just resist my strength? I must be imagining things."

Ren smirked despite himself.

She growled, planting her feet and pulling with both hands this time. Ren's body lurched forward, he couldn't fight it completely but he dragged his heels, making her strain.

"Must be the imagination," she hissed, finally hauling him down a dimly lit corridor. The walls were bare concrete, doors lined up like cells.

She shoved him into a small, barren room: a thin mattress on the floor, a metal bucket in the corner, no windows. The door was heavy steel.

Kora loomed in the doorway. "Every day, you'll be milked three times. Morning, afternoon, night. For your sperm. We sell it to the highest bidders, rich women who can't find decent men anymore. Or we use it for breeding stock. Scare you yet?"

Ren glanced around, the reality sinking in. Underground. Hidden. This was one of those black-market farms.

Back when Norbata was stable, they'd existed in shadows, men kidnapped or sold, harvested for seed because fertility rates had been going down. It was the cruel joke of that goddess to make this world female dominant and break the sweet balance.

He didn't respond. Just stared at the wall in the direction that damn tug in his chest was pointing deeper into the city, probably.

Kora slammed the door shut, the lock clicking. "Hey! Feed the new one and drug him! Make sure he's ready for first extraction tomorrow!"

Her footsteps faded.

Ren sighed, slumping against the wall. "I really want to meet that god again. Understand the grand scheme. Because no way in hell am I living like this. Milked like a fucking cow? For obsessed women and their curses?"

He eyed the metal door, pushing against it with his shoulder. Solid. No give. He wasn't strong enough to break it...not yet.

"Fine," he muttered. "I'll wait. Right moment, and I'm out."

Hours passed in the dim light of a single bulb. Finally, the door unlocked. Two younger women entered, one carrying a tray of bland food, bread, some protein mushand a cup. The other held restraints.

"Eat up, handsome," the first said, setting the tray down. "Madam's orders. And drink this...it'll help you relax."

Ren eyed the cup suspiciously but drank it anyway. The water soothed his parched throat; the bland food filled his empty stomach.

He ate and drank everything,too hungry, too thirsty to resist.

As the guards locked the cell, heavy drowsiness struck. Drugged. He fought briefly, then blackness took him.

Meanwhile, in the extraction room, the air throbbed with heat, sweat, and semen. Restrained men lay exposed on padded tables, cocks rigid under bright lights.

A curvaceous attendant straddled one, skirt hiked, gloved hands twisting slickly up his throbbing shaft, thumb circling the leaking tip. "Come on, baby, flood me," she purred, pumping faster as he groaned.

At another table, three women worked in tandem: one deep-throating with wet, slurping suction; another rolling heavy balls while tugging gently; the third pressing teasing fingers against his perineum. His hips jerked uselessly against straps. "Drain him good, blast his prostate with vibration...it makes quality jizz!" one whispered, voice thick with lust. "We want every thick spurt."

Hands, mouths, vibrating sleeves, relentless, expert milked load after load into waiting containers amid muffled cries and wet sounds.

Madam Kora stepped away from the frenzy, thighs slick, and approached her sister at the microscope.

"Sister," she breathed, excited. "New one. Best in months."

Her sister adjusted the lens, surrounded by racks of creamy samples. "Why come personally?"

Kora shifted; both glanced down at the puddle forming beneath her, fresh arousal trickling visibly down her legs.

"Did you piss yourself?" the scientist asked.

Kora laughed low. "No. Just being near him did this. I'm soaked. Going to break him tonight...ride him raw. Join me?"

The scientist's eyes darkened with matching hunger. "Fuck. What kind of man makes you drip like that? Count me in. Let's destroy that man before taking his samples."

***

The meeting room was wide and brightly lit, with a long oval table at its center. Digital screens lined the walls, displaying maps of Norbata, population charts, and security reports. Around the table sat several women, all dressed in sharp suits, each one a familiar face in national politics.

Judith sat near the head of the table, her hands folded calmly, her expression unreadable.

A woman with silver hair tapped her tablet and spoke first. "The refugee flow from the outer districts has increased again. If we do not act now, the pressure on the safe zones will double within a month."

Another woman, younger and sharp-eyed, leaned forward. "Act how? Military presence is already stretched thin. Sending more troops will only inflame public opinion."

"The public opinion is already against us," a third woman snapped. "Norbata is weak. That is the real problem. We need more land, more food, more water...more everything."

Judith finally spoke, her voice even. "Strength is not only shown through force. Stability matters more right now."

Across from her, a tall woman with a presidential badge on her lapel smiled faintly. "Easy to say, Judith. Some of us are running campaigns. Stability is a luxury during an election year."

That single word shifted the room.

"Election," another candidate repeated. "Yes, we need to address that."

A murmur spread around the table.

"The current date is unrealistic," said the silver-haired woman. "Security risks are too high."

"And postponing it will look like we are weak and cannot decide anything," the younger one replied. "People already accuse us of wasting time and resources."

A woman at the far end crossed her arms. "The venue is the bigger issue. Holding it in Central Norbata invites protests."

"Moving it outside the capital would make us look afraid," someone shot back.

Voices overlapped.

"We cannot delay it again."

"We cannot rush into chaos."

"The people deserve a choice."

"They deserve safety first."

Judith listened quietly as the argument grew louder. One of the candidates turned to her. "You have been silent, Judith. Surely you have an opinion."

Judith met her gaze. "An opinion, yes. But this discussion is going in circles."

"That is politics," the woman replied coldly.

Judith's phone vibrated softly on the table.

She glanced down at it.

Once.

Twice.

Her expression changed, just slightly.

"I will excuse myself," Judith said as she pushed back her chair.

The room fell quiet for a moment.

"We are not finished," someone protested.

"This will only take a moment," Judith replied.

She stood and walked toward the side door, heels clicking against the polished floor. As she stepped into the hallway, the door closed behind her, muting the noise inside.

Judith answered the phone. "Is everything ready?"

There was a brief pause, then a woman's voice came through, calm and steady. "Yes. All preparations are complete. They are waiting."

Judith exhaled slowly. "Good."

She glanced back at the meeting room door, where faint voices could still be heard arguing.

"Then let's go," Judith said quietly. "Shall we?"

The voice on the other end replied, "The transport is standing by."

Judith allowed herself a small smile. "Excellent."

She ended the call and stood still for a moment, her thoughts elsewhere now. Elections, venues, dates. Important matters, yes. But not the most important ones.

She straightened her jacket and turned away from the meeting room.

"Let's go and meet my elders," she murmured to herself. "I want to hear what they have to say."

Without another glance back, Judith walked down the corridor, leaving the heated political debate behind as something far older and far more decisive awaited her.