Chapter 2 – 1. The Unknown World
One
I had a warm dream.
A dream in which numerous breasts weigh down the entire body. It’s absolutely not an obscene dream. It’s a warm dream.
No face, no waist. Only breasts around. It might seem a bit creepy…
It was so absurd that I could definitely recognize that it was a dream.
`Yes. Because dreams are meant to be enjoyed.”
After drinking a lot of alcohol and falling asleep, you experience a dream like this. With that thought in mind, I saw the two white breasts placed in my hands.
The target is those two breasts.
When I stretched out my hand while lying down comfortably, I was able to grasp how many cups of huge breasts were in my hand.
It was soft and warm, but I also wondered if big breasts of this size would really feel like this.
Because I’ve never touched a chest like this before. Perhaps this sensation is an imagination created by my head.
`Ehh…`
This is my dream, it’s all just my imagination.
When I thought about that, I wondered what the meaning of holding this breast with my hands was.
‘Just go away.’
As I shook my hand and thought so, all the disgusting breasts disappeared in the blink of an eye.
`Ah. It’s a dream, so everything comes true as you think.’
Is this the lucid dream you see only occasionally on the Internet?
I immediately imagined a green forest.
Then, the pure white space where I was lying gradually turned into a blue forest with my imagination painting colors in my head.
A sparrow jumped out of the empty air and began to fly here and there, and it seems that the wind is blowing from somewhere.
Fun. And it’s amazing
That’s why some people were crazy about lucid dreaming.
Lying on the rough grass, I imagined little by little nonsensical things.
Like countless ice arrows covering the sky.
Like a rugged mountain towering high enough to block that ice arrow.
Like an unknown sword attack that cuts down that mountain in one fell swoop.
…Come to think of it, everyone had only sound thoughts.
And when I realized I was only thinking sane thoughts, a damn thing came into my mind.
‘…Lee Na-young.’
It wasn’t necessarily an advantage that my imagination unfolded straight into a dream.
It was because a face that was painful to meet now appeared in front of me with a smile.
“…Ha…”
“…”
“Here, Nayoung.”
“…”
“Do you hate me for being like this?”
“…”
As if asking a question in front of her picture, it was a meaningless and stupid act that even he knew.
My cock was the same size as in my dream without exaggeration, and I got a hard erection in an instant and pressed down on Nayoung’s navel.
But is it because this is a dream? The desire to subdue her body was not particularly aroused.
I just had an erection.
“It might feel good if you put it in.”
“…”
“You didn’t put it in and you thought it would hurt.”
“…”
“Actually, if your taste was this way, you would regret it tremendously, right?”
“…”
I don’t know if I have any regrets left, really… It’s an asshole-like persuasion.
I’m afraid it’s just a dream, if I say this in real life, let alone persuasion, I’ll be able to make a small appearance on the Internet news.
Even though I thought so myself, I hoped that Nayoung in front of me would shake my waist like a bitch.
If you lift your waist and swallow my cock all the way to the end of your pussy.
If you go out to find a pleasant point one by one with a cock that can be pressed down to the end of your pussy.
As the delusion began, she lifted her tiptoe, grabbed my prick, and gently brought the opening of her cunt to the tip of my glans.
“You can handle my cock however you like. Would you like to see me again?”
“…”
In the end, he crawls under her unsuitably.
It is doubtful whether it is possible to feel the pleasure of sexual intercourse in a dream.
Can you realize unknown pleasures only with your imagination?
It looks like the tip of the glans went inside the pussy, but I’m not sure so far.
And just before the question is resolved. Something hard hit my ankle hard.
“Quaaaaagh!!!”
“Hey. Are you awake now?”
“Aaaaa!!”
“Baby, you’re going to…”
One ankle appears to be completely broken.
I have never imagined how terrible a fracture would be, since all I remember was going hiking with my father when I was young and getting sprained.
It was a really cute imagination. A fracture that shattered couldn’t even compare to a sprain.
“Haaaaa”
“Whoa…”
Bang!!!
As I pulled my knees up to my chest and spat out tears like a baby in sudden pain, I heard a chilling sound from above.
Gulp. After swallowing my saliva and enduring the pain, I was finally able to see what was in front of me.
I saw a shiny sheet metal boot.
If you kick a person’s ankle with that, wouldn’t it be easy to break it? It was the plate boots that made me think of that.
“The one thing real boys grin at is…”
“Huff… Kuck…”
Patter-
As I was rolling on the floor, I heard a small sound of stones above me, and the other sheet metal boot came to life in front of my eyes.
“I won’t die just because I break my ankle. If the baron puts his hand on me, an injury like this would get better quickly.”
An iron cage over plate boots, a small glowing light. Finally, a sword leaning against the wall caught my eye.
‘My cozy, moldy, expensive, unsoundproofed studio?’
Could this be a lucid dream? I imagined that and thought of breasts, but to no avail.
Oh It wasn’t to no avail.
Thanks to that, I felt more vividly that the place I was lying on was a cold stone floor, so there was income.
“Because I had to hold you so I couldn’t escape anyway.
“Yes? What?”
I was startled and looked up at the person in front of me and shouted, and there were indifferent eyes as if looking at livestock.
`…Woman?`
I thought it was a high-pitched male voice, but it was female.
Short brown hair that slightly covers the eyebrows. Dark eyes that are difficult to see due to the dark surroundings.
Above all, that expression that looked at me as an insect lying face down on the ground.
He said he had never dated a woman, but he did not live a hard life to the point of being despised. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a woman look at me like that.
…It was an insult she had never experienced in her life, but she had no strength left to resist.
Because the pain she had done to me was already imprinted on me. If you don’t like it, a woman who can lightly branch your ankles.
I don’t know what the situation is, but I can’t go against this woman right now.
“You don’t need ankles to stand up on a bed anyway, do you?”
“Ruler…”
A vulgar word that came out of nowhere.
Embarrassed, I immediately noticed that her gaze was down from my face.
And thanks to that, I also found out that I was rolling naked on the cold stone floor.
I didn’t even know I was naked right now as I prayed that I would be able to walk again and that my broken ankle would come back.
“Come on. Wake up. It’s time to serve the baron for the first time today.”
“Yes? Baron? Service?”
“Did you eat something wrong? The baron bought you yesterday.”
“Sa? Me?”
“Ah, this bastard really…”
As if she was about to slap her, her arm bent back and suddenly her fist clenched.
“Ha… I can’t smash the face of the baron’s sex slave…”
“…”
“First of all, get up on your feet. If you’re late, I’ll be in big trouble.”
***
The terrible pain did not abate in the slightest as he came out of the dungeon and ascended to the surface.
It was a strange feeling to be supported on the shoulders by a woman shorter than me, but I didn’t have time to savor it because of the burning pain that resonated every time I jumped beans with my intact feet.
It’s fortunate that the molars that I used to bite to endure the pain didn’t break.
“Huh… It was close.”
“…”
She stopped in front of a beautiful door emblazoned with small crosses.
I don’t know what kind of person the baron is, but judging from the state of the visit, it seems that he is probably a person who is involved in activities related to God.
Can such a person use sex slavery? I have some ethical questions…
‘What the hell is that…’
The sight out the window was so out of the ordinary that I stopped thinking about common sense.
Something that shouldn’t exist was exuding a presence outside the window.
Little shining stars. And a shimmering blue magic circle that lights up the black sky.
Okay. Magic circle.
Complex magic formations seen only in cartoons were floating in the sky.
Whether that’s a real magic circle or not, this doesn’t seem to be the Earth I’ve known.
‘Why did this happen…’
Is the last porn I saw a different world truck?
She put me in confusion against the wall next to the door and knocked on the door.
“Baron Maneline.”
“Let me in.”
The voice heard in the room had a soft tone unlike that of the woman in front of him.
A voice that is far from the aristocracy who recklessly engages in sexual slavery. I feel like I’ll repent just by hearing your voice.
Again, judging people by their appearance is wrong. That such a person uses sex slavery?
After recalling the knowledge of my ancestors, I jumped beans and beans in front of the door and moved to my seat.
“…?”
When the door opened, I saw a woman sitting on the edge of the bed.
I wondered what kind of eccentric woman bought a male sex slave, and in the worst case, a man with a good voice, but she was a beauty who put those worries away at once.
A woman who has nothing to do with being ugly or fat. On the contrary, it makes you wonder why you bought sex slaves. If you just walk around outside, a man will line up.
Long, shiny gray hair, round eyes like a cute puppy. Even the thick flesh hidden under the lightly dressed negligee.
It felt like I had a little sister in front of me, not a high-ranking person like a baron.
“…Adele. Did I buy a man with a broken ankle?”
“Stop while training.”
“Education? Did I make Adele educate that man?”
“…Sorry.”
“I asked to be shackled, to break my ankles like this…”
“I thought it was okay because it would serve as a shackle.”
Baron Maneline.
No, it wasn’t ‘sir’, Baron Maneline, but this woman named Adele broke my ankle at will.
After learning that it was not the baron’s order, the thought that sex slavery would be okay came to my mind.
To the point where I would rather pay for the job of offering my cock to such a beautiful woman.
I’ve never thought that I’m an M… But maybe it’s okay if it’s an M like this…
“Haa… Let me go in first. I need to treat my ankle.”
“I’ll go down and get you some shackles.”
Adele left me alone in front of the door, then turned and hurried into the dungeon.
It was a little refreshing. Wouldn’t this pretty baron take a pay cut for her for doing things on her own?
“Haa… That… What was your name?”
“Yes?”
“A name.”
Baron Maneline asked, glancing at my groin with cute scarlet eyes.
Of course there is a name, but I don’t think I can use the name used in Korea here.
Shall I use a pseudonym? No. Since you said you bought me as a sex slave, my name might be left in a ledger or something.
“That’s because I lost all my memories…”
“…Remember?”
“Yes. After enduring the pain of breaking my ankle, my hair turned white…”
“Haa… Adele, really…”
Of course, I put a little seasoning on it.
It wasn’t really a lie, since the time he came to his senses and the time he broke his ankle would be almost the same anyway.
“This way… No, I’ll go there. It hurt a lot…?”
“I thought I was dying.”
“…You’ve got a lot of trouble. It’s not like that.”
“…”
Right. First of all, my status is a sex slave, and the woman in front of me is the baron who bought me.
You must not forget your identity. Refrain from making jokes pretending to be friendly.
As I stood respectfully, covering my cock with both hands, Baron Maneline stepped up in front of me and put his hand on my ankle.
Even with that alone, a tingling pain followed, as if shattered bones were being driven into flesh here and there, but I endured the pain, believing that it was to fix my ankle.
“Cure.”
With a short chant, I felt something warm swirling inside my ankle.
I couldn’t believe it, but it seems that it really is a world with magic. And this baron can handle healing magic.
Gradually, as time passed, the bones began to harden on the inside of the wobbly ankle.
“It should have all stuck by now.”
“Yes…”
After Baron Maneline removed his hand from my ankle, I slowly lowered my ankle and touched the ground. The pain I felt earlier was gone.
I started to believe in magic when the pain disappeared, but after double checking like this, I couldn’t believe it.
“It hurts a lot, right? I’m sorry. Adele isn’t a bad kid, but when I see men, I get a little angry.”
“I… Can you tell me why?”
She kept her voice as polite as possible and asked a question.
Even if you spend sweet time with the baron now, the time will come when you will descend into the dungeon.
There she seemed to like knowing at least one more thing about her, least she be trampled on by Adele again.
“Hmm… I think it’s a bit of an enlarged interpretation.”
“Expanded analysis…?”
“A man just needs to erect his cock and spit out semen, but that doesn’t mean he can hit you.”
“…?”
…Did I hear you wrong?
After confirming that my broken ankle was fully attached, I turned my gaze to the baron, and the baron, like a puppy, blinked his cute eyes and fixed his gaze on me.
“What’s wrong?”
“No, nothing…”
Haha. There’s no way this cute woman would have said something like that. It’s not even that knight named Adele.
“It is an undeniable fact that all a man who is inferior to a woman has to do is make baby seeds and make his cock stand up under the woman. But.”
“…”
I didn’t hear it wrong.
Judging from the baron’s explanation, the man’s treatment here was like a dildo.
Consumables that you use when you feel good and throw away when you feel bad.
“I believe that women, as the strong, have a duty to protect their weak men, no matter how inhospitable they are.”
“…”
It’s not something to talk about in front of sex slaves, is it? To protect men…!
The words filled her throat, but she couldn’t get them out.
Saying that with that cute face, it seemed like it wasn’t bad to die while building the baron all my life.
Is this okay? I couldn’t grasp the atmosphere and carefully wrapped my hand around my cock, which was starting to circulate blood little by little, when I heard the sound of something jumping from behind.
“Whoa… Whoa… Baron Maneline. I have it.”
“Good job Adele. Don’t do that next time?”
“I see. I will never… Break a slave’s ankle.”
What Adele brought, she said, was the shackles. A pair of shackles with a heavy weight attached to one side. At least it was not in the form of handcuffs that bound both feet.
It seems to be made of a material like steel, but I wasn’t sure if there was steel in this world. Well, it seems to be made of similar material.
-Click.
The shackles were cold to the bone. After the 21st century has passed, I am given the opportunity to experience such a vivid slavery.
Besides, being given the opportunity to experience sex slavery with such a cute baron.
I thought of this situation as positively as possible, with a heavy feeling in my left foot.
…By the way, you jumped all the way up here with this weight?
…A woman?
“I’ll just go.”
“I’ll come up when you call me in a little while.
Adele left the room at the baron’s order, waving his hand.
On the way, it seemed that I was laughing at myself pulling the weight attached to the shackles with both hands and went down, but I couldn’t stand it, so I thought in my heart.
“…Is it very heavy?”
“…Yes.”
It’s embarrassing, but I had no choice but to answer the truth.
It seemed to weigh about 80 kg. You have to drag it with both hands to move it, so I don’t think I would even dream of escaping with this.
“It’s only up to the bed. Lighten.”
I thought I could only use healing magic, but I guess that’s not the case.
Another spell chanted from Baron Manel Line’s mouth her, and the weight of her pendulum her disappeared.
The reason why he treats me so well must be that he is confident that he will easily catch me even if I run away.
I quietly climbed into bed with shackles like cotton candy.
“By the way, Baron.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to serve the baron’s penis…”
“Yes?”
It was half sincere and half a desire to have sex without the shackles.
First start… It’s a chance to show off the waist that you’ve been polishing up until now…!
But she just tilted her head as if she meant something.
“A service?”
“Yes.”
“You just have to lie down, right? Are you sure you want to move yourself?”
“…Of course I’m a sex slave…”
“How can a man move his waist his, not a woman?”
“Yes?”
“Ah. You said you lost your memory. Yes. Lighten.”
“…?”
As if my words were no longer worth listening to, the weights attached to the shackles regained their original weight.
Kneeling on the bed and covering my cock with my hand, I was stranded and looked at the baron and at the pendulum next to the bed.
“Lie down. It’s not polite for a man to move during sex, so remember that from now on.”
“…”
“Huh… I didn’t know that I would take a virgin as a sex slave after all…”
What? Wait, lying still doesn’t matter right now.
Did I hear you wrong now?
The baron is a virgin?
With that cute and beautiful face?
With that naughty body that looks like it’s going to be dirty?
I’ll take that woman’s first step with this cock. Could there ever be such a strong sense of conquest?
At the same time, as my cock began to swell so much that I couldn’t cover it with my hands, the baron’s gaze naturally reached my groin.
…No way.
“Baron.”
“Yes.”
“…Is this your first time seeing it?”
I didn’t know if this would sound rude to the baron or not. A question that popped up inadvertently because curiosity and sexual desire surpassed my reason.
But Baron Maneline looked at the cock that began to stick out from between my hands for a moment, and then…
He nodded once.
