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Chapter 25 - Chapter 25:  Weird Action – 1

Chapter 25: Weird Action – 1

 

As I watched Calissa suck my dick with her cheeks puckered, I thought of Verdia.

Because they look alike?

No!

It's because of my desire to make Verdia like this.

"Master."

As soon as I returned to the workshop, I hooked Calissa's panties between my two fingers and spread them left and right.

Ta-da!

"What is it?"

"These are the panties the big-assed tavern owner was wearing a while ago."

"You could have just said you did it. You creepy bastard..."

"Isn't it natural to take trophies as proof of the hunt?"

"Did she do what you wanted in front of her husband?"

I replied confidently.

 "Yes."

"It seems you have improved."

"Thanks to Master."

My dick was finally optimized for training milfs in this world.

"The money I got today. 30 silver."

"You really took a lot."

"I was told I couldn't get more than that. Isn't that enough?"

The master nodded as he fumbled with the money pouch.

"Let's go buy a slave."

"Yes!"

I changed into my outerwear and stepped out into the district with Master.

"I don't have a training license yet. Is that okay?" I asked.

"It's fine. You have me," he replied.

Still, I felt nervous.

Master had mentioned that buying a slave cost 10 gold. Failure wasn't an option.

As we walked toward the center of the district, Master spoke.

"When training a slave, focus on three directions."

"Three directions?"

"Obedience, loyalty, and affection. These are the core elements of a slave's mindset."

"There's no pampering?"

"You shouldn't encourage that. Pampering interferes with proper training."

"But… isn't it kind of cute to pamper them a little?"

Master shot me a look. "How easy do you think it is to sell a bitch who gets pampered by her trainer?"

I flinched.

Right. I wasn't making a woman for myself. I had to create someone I could sell.

That realization made me nauseous.

"If you want to survive in this world, you'll need to be tougher."

"…Yes."

"You'll start to understand once you touch a woman. With more experience, you'll learn to read her temperament just by looking."

"So, the training depends on her temperament?"

"You'll soon realize that getting most women to obey isn't hard. Once the master-slave relationship is established, obedience usually comes first."

"That makes sense."

"Do you know the difference between the other two?" he asked.

"Obedience is just doing what you're told. But loyalty and affection are…" I trailed off.

Now that I had to explain it, I couldn't clearly define the difference. Loyalty and affection were unfamiliar feelings to me.

Master stepped in.

"Loyalty comes from the heart. It's genuine devotion to the master's well-being. Affection goes even further. It means loving the master, flaws and all."

"You can train someone to feel that?"

"A skilled trainer can make a woman fall in love with her master before she's sold. Do you think any buyer would hesitate to pay for that?"

I didn't respond.

But he was right. A slave like that would be worth any price.

"This won't be easy."

"When I said most women can be made to obey, that also included the difficulty of developing loyalty or affection. Such slaves are rare and valuable. Not only must the trainer be skilled, but the woman must have a special kind of temperament."

In other words, the woman had to be born with it. She also had to be beautiful. The more specific the buyer's tastes, the rarer she became.

"First, focus on obedience. Train her to serve her master faithfully. Do that well, and you'll be a contributing member of society."

"…Where are we?"

I looked around, startled by how much the surroundings had changed after walking for so long and leaving the Beast District behind.

The ground beneath our feet was unnaturally clean, paved with pure marble. Ahead of us stood grand buildings made of the same marble, decorated with gold.

It was a completely different world from the Beast District.

"This is the center of Isil—Magnetar," Master said.

"Magnetar…"

I replied absentmindedly as I scanned the area.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think we were back on Earth. Enormous statues lined the streets.

"Magnetar oversees everything in this city. The Trainer Association is located here."

"Trainer Association?"

"Isil is a special training zone, authorized by the emperor. It's been around for over a hundred years. The Trainer Association manages those who come through the gate and certifies them as slaves. Unlike the open market in the district, only verified slaves are sold here."

As we talked, a woman in a snug-fitting miniskirt uniform approached.

"Please show me your ID," she said.

Master presented his license.

"Mr. Bior. Verified," she said. "Shall I guide you to the S-class slave area?"

"Take us to C-class."

"I'll escort you to the C-class section. The current market price ranges from 10 to 30 gold."

I wondered if I had been caught outside, would I have ended up here?

Probably not. Master said the slaves here were verified. I'd more likely have been tossed onto the dirty floor of the Beast District's market.

I leaned in close to whisper.

"She's pretty. That Magnetar employee."

"They all are."

Maybe it was the tight miniskirt, but I could see the curve of her hips clearly. It made me salivate.

She seemed to catch my hungry stare and glanced back.

"…We've arrived."

I looked around.

Well-dressed men stood in groups, having polite conversations about how good a slave's pussy was, or how great her tits looked.

They were discussing which slave to buy.

I felt like I could fit in among them—if I had the money.

We stepped into the massive marble building, and I finally got to see the slaves.

It wasn't what I expected.

The women were encased in capsules built into the walls, wearing oxygen masks. They didn't move.

There were dozens of them stored like that. At first, I was terrified, thinking they were corpses.

But no—they were alive. I could see them breathing.

"Are all of these C-class?" I asked.

"Yes. All young women, between twenty and thirty."

I examined them and rubbed my chin.

It was hard to tell.

Even though these women were completely exposed—naked, with even their pubic hair visible—I didn't feel anything.

"I thought they'd be prettier, being verified slaves."

"The classification here is different from the one outside," Master explained. "Looks and talent do matter, but verification refers to their health condition."

"Health?"

"Look closely. All of them have their limbs. No facial scars. That's important."

"Ah…"

"These women were captured by the emperor's Imperial Hunters. They don't carry any parasites or diseases. That alone saves a lot of trouble."

Diseases and parasites…

I hadn't even considered that.

Imagine buying a slave only to find she had syphilis or some strange infection. That would be a nightmare.

'So it's worth the price.'

And based on the atmosphere here…

This didn't seem like a place anyone could just walk into.

I was lucky to see it, all thanks to Master's connections.

'The fun of picking and choosing!'

Looking again, there are some women who look pretty hot.

The women I've been fucking lately are so good that they can't compare, but if you think of this as a collection of ordinary people, it's quite appealing.

I want to put them all on the bed and fuck them up.

What are the other people looking at?

There was also a noblewoman who was carefully observing the size of a male slave's dick.

If I were inside that capsule, what grade could I possibly achieve?

'Even though I'm just a D-class slave out there, I could easily be rated S-class in here.'

"Go ahead and choose. You're the one selling the slave."

"Yes!"

I carefully read the status window displayed on the wall.

Oh? It included detailed notes about the capture circumstances.

'This slave drew a dagger and attempted to resist as soon as the capture team approached…'

Some had even used firearms, injuring members of the team.

Still, most of the C-class slaves seemed no different from typical country women. They resisted, but were subdued without much trouble.

Their appearances were so plain that I felt it didn't really matter who I picked.

I looked away from the status window and began to examine their bodies more closely.

'If I want a slave with actual market value…'

Large breasts, a slim waist, and well-shaped hips…

A body like Verdia's…

No way. That kind of figure would surely start at A-class or higher.

Many of the women were slightly overweight or had short legs, which was unfortunate.

'Hmm.'

"How about this one?"

"If she looked even half as good as Calissa, I would've picked her instantly. But I'm just not feeling it."

"This isn't a matchmaking agency, you know…."

"Hehe."

People nearby walked past us, sneering.

"Honestly, spending 10 gold coins on her feels like a waste. But do you think she'll sell?"

"We'll take on a low-risk mission. As long as she's healthy, we could profit around five or six gold coins."

…If she got injured, her value would drop.

Whatever…

She's just a slave bitch I'm going to sell anyway.

"I'll take this woman."

"Hmm."

Master's eyebrows twitched slightly.

The reason was clear.

"This woman bit off a capture team member's finger."

Her record was more like a wild animal's than a human's, completely at odds with her appearance.

"Do you really have to pick the most troublesome one?"

"The voice inside me told me to choose the most difficult woman among the C-class slaves."

Of course, the inner voice hadn't said a thing.

If that so-called monologue started acting like a fate-guiding compass in a place like this, I'd be at my wit's end.

Anyway, just one Calissa could probably take on ten of the women here.

And if it were Ariella? Even a hundred wouldn't compare. Putting them in the same category would be an insult.

She had the best breasts in the world.

And her face? Unbelievably beautiful.

Master let out a sigh and pressed a button on the wall.

The capsule vanished without a trace.

"Did you buy it?"

"Yes."

I followed Master out of the slave section and headed toward the center of Magnetar.

Wow. It looked just like an airport.

At the entrance, my eyes were greeted by a crowd of women in miniskirt uniforms. The sight was delightful.

They were all so pretty that they reminded me of stewardess noonas.

"How may I help you?"

"I bought a slave."

"Please wait a moment."

"I'd like to take on a mission together."

"Would you like to choose from here?"

Master operated the panel with practiced ease.

….

I never thought I'd see such a sight in another world.

I should say that only the Magnetar Center has been modernized. ....

It's a place where it wouldn't be strange at all if a security guard appeared with a gun.

"You have accepted the request for a Fellatio Slave. The client is Mr. Condel on 3rd Street in the Beast District."

Wow….

My dick was getting hard.

She just said fellatio in a clear pronunciation like an announcer.

She even smiled at me when our eyes met.

'Gulp.'

I think it wouldn't be bad to get a job here.

"Let's go get the slave, rookie."

"Yes."

I followed the employee's guidance to the slave reception area and saw my slave who had just come out of the capsule.

Her breasts and hips were lacking, but she had the delicate lines unique to women, and her slender face was passable, and her green bob hair suited her well.

While the master made the payment, I made eye contact with the slave.

She is staring.

Did she realize who bought her?

Training a temperamental woman as a fellatio slave.

It was the first time I'd done proper training, but strangely enough, I wasn't nervous.

Come to think of it, even when I was practicing, I was doing it with my life on the line.

"Follow me."

"Ugh...!"

Master immediately pulled the leash that the clerk had handed him.

Then the woman being roughly dragged looked at Master as if she wanted to kill him, but ....

 "…."

Master subdued the woman with just his eyes.

"Hic…."

No matter how old Master is, it's understandable to be intimidated if a big orc looks at you fiercely.

It feels like I bought a pet.

The woman covered her feet and entire body with a full-body tights provided by the Magnetar center ─ considering the purchase process, it seemed like packaging ─ and was dragged to our workshop.

I watched the woman from behind.

Seeing her looking around, she seemed bewildered by the unfamiliar scenery.

'She must have been caught as soon as she came through the gate.'

I also didn't know anything when I was detained in the Chartreuse mansion.

It's as if she's desperately trying to memorize the way.

Poor thing.

'Damn it. I'm getting turned on.'

The situation of shopping for a woman I can train as I please, like buying groceries at the supermarket, was forcibly turning me on.

Master entered the workshop and let go of the leash.

"Master?"

"You heard the mission details, right? Train this slave as a fellatio slave. The deadline is 3 days. After seeing this slave's face. The client said he would pay up to 20 gold "

Did he just sent a photo of her face? Is that even possible in this world?

Alright, everyone can be happy if I just teach her how to suck dick well.

"I won't help you at all, so solve any problems yourself."

"Of course."

"By the way…."

Master smiled mischievously.

"The mission conditions state that she must remain a virgin."

"Yes?"

No, then….

You want me to just put my dick in that growling woman's mouth?

To a woman with a history of 'biting off the capture team's finger'?

….

"Master. Can I use a dildo?"

"No."

"…Damn it."

I felt like I was hitting a wall from the start.

I understand that Master is trying to raise me strictly, but to suddenly poke at my weakness….

'How do I train her without sex?'

I was a man who became infinitely weak if I couldn't stick my dick in.

Master went to his room and I was left alone with the woman.

"Um. Hi?"

"Why are you working under such a monster?"

"Monster? Master?"

"His skin color is strange."

Ah, she came from a place without Orcs. Like me.

"What's your name?"

I pulled up a chair and sat down. Let's start a comfortable conversation.

The basics of "relationship building", step by step.

"Rona."

"Rona. Do you know why they sold you here?"

"I don't know."

"You are a slave. In this world, Otherworlder are basically treated as slaves."

"Who made such a ridiculous law?"

"I am no different. I work under the master because I want to."

"You are also from another world?"

"Yes."

Something clicks.

"Don't you know you shouldn't be doing this?"

"I know. But I have no choice but to survive. So you should humbly accept it."

"I know what fellatio is. I saw it in a book. Are you planning to make me a sex slave and sell me to someone else?"

"Yes."

There's no point in hiding it.

The countless dildos, whips and ropes hanging on the wall tell you what kind of place this is.

"I don't like it. If you put anything in my mouth, I'll bite it off."

I don't want to put my dick in your mouth either.

It's like putting your head in the mouth of a crocodile and hoping it will hold still.

But I have no choice.

 

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