## Chapter 2 – No. 25. Washed Clean
“Well, you recognized me.”
No. 25 bowed his head, trembling even more than before. Seeing the teleportation, a high-level magic, cast without any incantation, there was no doubt he was the real Demon King.
The inside of No. 25’s head began to be tainted, like mixing paints, into a mess. It was already like that, but now proper thought was even more impossible. He couldn’t understand why the Demon King would come to buy a lowly slave like himself. For stress relief? A sex slave? Cannibalism?
One thing was certain: he was going to have a terrible time.
While No. 25 was spending time with negative thoughts, the Demon King approached him. The Demon King sniffed, then frowned.
“Is it because you were in that trashy market… you smell a bit.”
At the sound of smelling bad, No. 25 was startled and trembled again. It was pitiful to watch.
“A-are you going to throw me away?”
The Demon King chuckled at No. 25’s words and said in a dignified voice, “I bought a servant for ten thousand gold coins. Do you think I’d throw you away so easily? Well, I had no intention of throwing you away in the first place.”
The Demon King flicked his finger, and a maid immediately popped out from the side. The Demon King pointed at No. 25 with his finger and opened his mouth nonchalantly.
“Get this one washed in the bath.”
“Yes, I understand.”
The maid bowed her head and picked up No. 25, who was trembling on the floor. The maid frowned briefly at the rotten smell coming from No. 25’s body, but soon maintained a blank expression and asked the Demon King, “What should I do with the clothes?”
The Demon King answered immediately without a moment’s hesitation.
“Throw away what he’s wearing now, and just put anything on him and send him.”
Having received confirmation, the maid left the spot with a bow and headed to the bath with No. 25. On the way to the bath, No. 25 thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and asked the maid a question.
“Wh-what’s going to happen to me?”
The maid scanned No. 25’s body up and down, then gave a sly smile. No. 25 flinched at the expression she hadn’t shown in front of the Demon King. No. 25’s instincts were screaming.
This maid is dangerous. Maybe even more than the Demon King.
“Who knows? I don’t think you’ll be seeing anything good, at least?”
Returning to the position of the victim, No. 25 began to tremble again. The trembling became even worse after he realized that the maid leading him to the bath was subtly touching his body.
The Demon King’s castle was quite large inside, proportional to its exterior. Simply passing through the hallway made him feel like the world No. 25 had lived in was being denied. When he finally arrived at the bath and opened the door, a thick heat welcomed No. 25’s body.
As soon as she arrived at the bath, the maid immediately said to No. 25, “Take it off.”
At the maid’s coercive command, No. 25 began to take off his old and smelly clothes one by one. There was no shame. In the first place, shame was a luxury for a slave, and the luxury was not given from birth.
The maid licked her lips and flicked her tongue when she saw No. 25’s body after he had taken off all his clothes. No. 25’s body froze for a moment at the movement, which was like a snake’s tongue.
“Sit there.”
Looking in the direction of the finger the maid was pointing, No. 25 sat on the edge of the bath, which was much larger than the room he had been in. The marble heated by the hot heat was slightly hot, but this was nothing compared to the torture he usually received from the ogre. No. 25 began to look around the bath.
The bath was full of things he had never seen before in his life.
When No. 25 sat still, the maid made a slightly annoyed voice.
“Can’t you even wash yourself?”
Seeing the maid’s appearance, an apology automatically popped out of No. 25’s mouth.
“S-sorry…”
Swoosh – there was a sound of clothes being taken off. When No. 25 carefully raised his head, the voluptuous body of the maid was revealed before his eyes. A thick bush of unkempt pubic hair, nipples already standing up. The female body hidden behind the intellectual appearance was exuding a lewd scent.
It was somewhat expected. Being taken by such a scary woman was, in a way, a natural course of events. His body shouldn’t react, but No. 25’s genitals slowly began to fill with blood.
The maid slowly approached No. 25 and began to run her fingers down his back.
“You don’t have to be sorry. It just increases my pleasure.”
After finishing speaking, the maid sat next to No. 25 and stroked his manhood, which had been throbbing since earlier. Was his first time, which he hadn’t even given to the ogre, going to be taken so futilely? That thought briefly crossed his mind, but wasn’t it a relief just to be alive? He couldn’t live without accepting this reality. No. 25 quietly closed his eyes and tried to entrust himself to the maid’s touch.
“You have a cute face, but you’re carrying something hideous? Don’t tell me you were going to go to the Demon King with that? Can’t do that.”
The maid grabbed No. 25’s manhood tightly with her hand and began to shake it up and down. Unlike the scary atmosphere she had been exuding all along, the maid’s touch was only gentle.
The sound of flesh rubbing and the heat of the bath mixed together, creating a lewd atmosphere. The maid’s huge breasts were touching his body, but No. 25 didn’t have the luxury to feel such sensations. He was desperately holding back the onrushing pleasure.
‘I shouldn’t… feel good about this…’
No. 25, who had no experience with women, couldn’t withstand the maid’s skillful touch, and soon vomited all the semen he had accumulated on the bathroom floor. The maid was happily looking at the semen that had dirtied the bathroom floor with narrow eyes. The maid licked the semen that had splashed on her hand with a lewd tongue movement, then whispered in No. 25’s ear.
“You came a lot. Did my hand feel that good?”
“Yes… it felt good.”
He had to please her to survive. No. 25 was choosing words in his head that would please the maid with insincere words. Because if he didn’t please her, a difficult life would be waiting for him. It was an unavoidable choice.
“Then shall we do the next one?”
The maid’s hand went towards No. 25’s buttocks. The maid’s grip, which was tightly grabbing his buttocks, was even stronger than before. The desire of a female to take a submissive male was being revealed without exception. No. 25, who had never had his own freedom, had no choice but to move according to the maid’s desires.
But the maid only smiled and didn’t do anything to No. 25. No. 25 was able to catch his breath in bewilderment.
But the maid was already foaming a strange object in her hand. She rubbed the foamy object on No. 25’s body and whispered in his ear.
“I want to enjoy the main game, but we have to follow the order.”
His whole body was filled with foam, and the maid washed off the foam at once using the water tank behind her. No. 25, who was feeling the softness and fragrance for the first time in his life, forgot that he had been teased and felt a moment of ecstasy.
“Feels good, right?”
“Yes, it’s good.”
Unlike before, his voice was full of sincerity. The maid looked at such No. 25 as if he were cute and stroked his head.
“If it were up to my taste, I’d like to trim your hair a bit, but I don’t know the Demon King’s mind, so let’s go with this for now.”
No. 25 was led out of the bath by the maid’s hand.
“Oh, there are no male slaves in our castle, so you’ll have to wear women’s clothes for the time being. Is that okay?”
What did clothes matter? No. 25 was confident that he could walk around naked if he could just save his life. He put on the slightly baggy maid’s uniform that the maid gave him and headed back to where the Demon King was. With each step he took, his heart began to beat faster.
His whole body was already trembling at the thought of having to face that pressure again. In the main hall, which he arrived at following the maid, the Demon King was sitting on the throne, maintaining a solemn expression.
“Did you wash him properly?”
After confirming that the maid nodded, the Demon King said to No. 25.
“Come closer.”
The Demon King’s voice was imbued with an irresistible magic. No. 25 trembled and stood in front of the Demon King with his hands neatly gathered. The Demon King scanned No. 25’s body up and down again and slightly raised the corners of his mouth. No. 25, who couldn’t understand the meaning of that smile, still felt only fear towards the Demon King.
In the silence where even the sound of swallowing saliva echoed loudly, the Demon King quietly opened his mouth.
“Lick.”
“Yes?”
“I’m telling you to lick my feet.”
There was no right to refuse. Without a moment’s hesitation, No. 25 carefully knelt in front of the Demon King.
