Chapter 5 – 4. Future Hope: Male Prostitute
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The shower door was ruthlessly closed.
Well, even if you were like me, you wouldn’t want to bathe with a sex slave.
After just one ejaculation, my sagging cock soiled my lower stomach and bed sheets.
“Since you’re a slave, do I have to clean…?”
The baron didn’t instruct me to clean, but he might have skipped the instructions, obviously knowing how to clean.
If so, now is not the time.
“Whoa…”
I crept down to the side of the bed and stared at the wet sheet.
It’s true that you really had sex with that baron. The person who moved like that on my waist is now in the shower…
But there were no bloodstains. Naturally, I expected virgin blood to come out, but there was no blood on my cock, let alone the bed sheets.
“Isn’t it even better… ?”
I’m not sure because I’ve never had any experience of having sex with a virgin or looking for virgin blood.
Well, there’s no way the baron would have bothered to lie. As I was fiddling with the bed sheets without paying attention, the door opened abruptly.
“…What are you doing?”
“…Ah.”
Adele. She was standing at the door
“Shouldn’t I… Clean up?”
“What nonsense is that. Why are you cleaning…”
Previously, he was looking at her like cattle, but this time, it was a look of pity as if she were looking at an idiot.
…Coming to think of it, it seems that idiots are better than livestock.
“Of course the maids will take care of it. You follow me. You have to go back to the basement.”
“…”
I looked at the shackles on my ankles for a moment, then looked at Adele, and her eyes changed back to those of cattle.
It’s as if he’s saying that he’s a pathetic man who can’t even lift such a light weight…
She strode into the room and, in fact, lightly lifted the pendulum hanging from the end and pushed me on the back.
“I can’t hear anything like this… Walk quickly.”
“Yep…”
Ordinary people can’t lift a round, 80kg lump of metal that easily…
But I can’t tell Adele what’s on my mind.
Apparently, the baron did that earlier.
How could a man throw up at a woman’s command?
My steps became lighter, I barely covered my crotch with my hand and left the room.
Outside the window was still the night sky. I’ll check the watch too. I completely forgot about the baron because I was concentrating on him.
“…”
“…”
Tboob. Tboob.
Adele’s footsteps echoed lightly in the quiet mansion.
I glanced over and saw that the plate boots that had shattered my ankles were still there.
Above that, sleek thighs and skirts wrapped in what looked like stockings.
Above, he was armed with armor that seemed light, probably because he was inside the mansion.
The belly and arms were covered with thin armor, and the vital part of the chest was covered with the same black cloth as the thighs without armor.
Is that about a C cup?
If you just wear armor, the area around your chest feels stuffy, so maybe you’re armed like that.
“Hey.”
“Yes Yes?”
“When you say something nice, look ahead and walk. You can’t become a knight and rape your master’s sex slave, right?”
“…”
Should this be considered sexual harassment?
If you think that a male knight says this to a female sex slave…
‘Wouldn’t she be kicked out right away if I reached Baron Manel Line?’
If you try to attack it with real force, let’s tell the baron everything.
Thinking about that, I glanced into Adele’s eyes, and she was also glaring at me.
Adele’s dark blue eyes tucked beneath her brown hair met hers.
She felt completely different from the baron’s eyes I had seen before.
Her gaze was cautious, but Adele’s gaze was hard.
“If you glance at my body again, I know how to keep my mouth shut and squeeze until I’m satisfied.”
I couldn’t do anything other than nod my head.
As we walked down the halls of the mansion again with no voices coming between us, Adele opened her mouth first, perhaps awkwardly.
“…Are your ankles okay?”
I wondered if it was the person who said rape or something earlier. Why are you suddenly talking about ankles?
“Ah. It’s okay. The baron treated me well.”
“Yes. Um. I see…”
“…”
Aha. I heard what you said to the baron, so in case you want to apologize now?
There’s no way. I didn’t want to know the pain of breaking bones.
And if he was going to apologize, he shouldn’t have said anything like rape.
“…The next time the baron calls you, can you tell me it’s okay?”
“…”
I absolutely hate that.
“Hey. Don’t chew and answer. Are you going to tell the baron?”
“…”
I never… I don’t want to…
Hate! It’s scary enough to think that both ankles will be broken right away.
“Since the baron treated you with respect, do you think anything happened?”
“No…”
I hesitated and missed the timing.
Adele, who was walking with a pendulum, stopped in her place and glared at my face.
“Ha… How did you buy such a stupid bastard…”
“…”
“When I went to buy with my face, my cock was bigger than others. Lucky.”
“To buy…?”
“Yeah. I was with you when you went shopping.”
“Actually, that’s because I lost my memory…”
“Have you lost your memory?”
“Yes. When I woke up earlier, I don’t remember anything from before…”
“…Couldn’t it be because I broke my ankle? Isn’t it?”
“…”
“Don’t lie to me. …Fucked up. What should I do?”
Mistaking that she had lost her memory, Adele started muttering something while avoiding her gaze.
The only words that sounded right were about three: salary, cuts, and layoffs.
“Hey. How far do you remember?”
“Nothing. I don’t remember anything at all. Oh, just the language…”
Tboob. Tboob.
Adele’s feet, which had stopped, began to move again.
It seems that I quickly forgot that I had kept my mouth shut without answering.
“What’s your name? Where did you live? … What’s the name of this country?”
“Well… Nothing…”
Adele asked me one question at a time, and I repeated the same answer like a parrot.
I really don’t remember a single thing, but there was no other answer to spit out.
The meaningless conversation continued as we descended the stairs, and Adele’s voice stopped when we saw the familiar colored stone floor.
“Haa… So when you woke up, you were talking bullshit…”
The basement finally arrived. No, since it has iron bars and locks, it seems like a dungeon would be more appropriate.
The iron bars made of cold metal were wide open.
Adele tossed the weight roughly into it, and I stumbled into it under the weight of the weight.
“…Uh?”
Now that my status is a sex slave, I can understand being treated so badly.
But unlike before, when I came to my senses and looked around, there was nothing inside.
Not just a bed, but a bathroom and a shower. Besides, I haven’t eaten a single meal since I woke up.
No matter how much you are a slave, can you be treated like this?
“Um, that… Adele…?”
“What.”
“Maybe the meal…”
“Wait. It’s not important right now.”
I think that’s the most important thing right now.
Is it one meal or two meals a day? Or will all three meals be provided?
“Or even that shower… Can’t a slave take a shower?”
“You are the only slave in this mansion, so there is no separate shower room for slaves. Wait until the baron gives instructions.”
“How about the bathroom…?”
“I’ll come every hour to check on you, so talk to me then.”
I don’t like it, but what can I do?
I gave up on better treatment and kept my mouth shut.
However, Adele outside the cage did not go anywhere and was still there.
As if contemplating something, she took off her gloves and touched her lips as if tearing them apart.
“Are you sleepy right now?”
“No. Maybe it’s because I’m sleeping all the time, I’m not sleepy.”
Adele, who was staring blankly, turned to me.
“I’ll bring you something, so sit up straight and get ready to listen.”
***
“Now… Where should I start…”
When Adele strode out and asked what she was bringing, all she had was two pieces of paper.
Unfortunately, the handwriting I saw at first glance was different from the Hangul I knew. It’s only at this point that it’s hard to see, but let’s be content with being able to communicate, even verbally.
“Ah. First of all, the name. Didn’t you say you didn’t know the name?”
“Yes.”
Could it be that the name XXX in real life is the same?
Adele’s gaze ran over the paper and stopped at some point. Perhaps the paper in my hand is my slavery certificate.
“Veles. Oh, there is no last name. There is no such thing as a last name for a slave.”
“…”
Did I introduce myself as Veles?
Or was it a name chosen by slave traders?
“Veles. Do you remember anything after hearing the name?”
“…Not at all.”
“It’s strange. This place is properly written as Veles.”
“There’s nothing that immediately comes to mind.”
“Huh…”
Adele’s gaze, which had stopped blinking, quickly scanned the paper again.
“Other than that, origin unknown, age unknown, all unknown, unknown, unknown… That’s why the price is cheap. I guess both of my parents were slaves.”
“Well…”
“There doesn’t seem to be anything important other than the name.”
“Veles. Veles…”
No matter how many times I tried it, the result was the same.
I have no idea how it got that name.
“I’ll just look at the name and come back. It’s all unnecessary documents.”
Adele roughly folded the paper, held it in her hand, and met eyes with me through one of the bars.
His cold eyes remained the same, as if he were looking at the livestock he had encountered over and over again.
Am I sitting too comfortably right now? Looking at her, I slowly changed my posture and sat down on my knees.
“Didn’t you say you lost all your memories except your name?”
“Yes.”
“Haa… I’ll help you, so should I talk to the baron?”
***
“Ah…”
After Adele left, I leaned against the wall and sighed.
“Lycinia…”
Licinia.
A continent where humans, beastmen, and elves live together.
This place where I am is the only unified empire of the Licinia continent, the `Pranad Empire’.
However, it was only a unified empire, and the entire continent was not a national territory.
This is because more than half of the continent was lost due to the demons who had been steadily attempting to invade hundreds of years ago, and after trying, about 40% have been recovered so far.
The devil tried to destroy the continent with the monsters, and the ancestors struggled to stop it.
Of course, it was all women who stood up against the demons who wanted to kill people.
There was one particular difference between women and men, and men could not be of any help.
Unlike that’s mana, men and women can freely use the overflowing mana, whether inside or outside the body.
Depending on how you use that mana, it can be manifested as magic, or spread throughout the body and used to strengthen the body.
Because of that, in the Pranad Empire, where women’s supremacy was spreading implicitly, even more extreme sexism began after the demons invaded.
Inferior beings who can’t do anything. Weak people who only need to leave offspring.
To women, men were just that.
Hundreds of years for that perception to continue. Now, modern society is mostly in the hands of women.
Even the academy that raises mages and swordsmen. The magic tower that sharpens and polishes magic. A dojo that sharpens swordsmanship.
There was no place for a weak man who couldn’t stand against the devil. At most, it was all about simple labor jobs.
“Write…”
Why did I transfer to this place even if I had to transfer?
Chills ran down my spine. It was even more so because I had seen it before.
Baron, who casually restored his broken ankle.
Adele lifted the weight attached to my ankle as easily as lifting a light ball.
…And I, who fell into this world without any ability.
“Maybe something.”
No. There had to be something
For example, a special move that kills a demon in one shot.
There’s no way I was thrown into a world like this without anything.
I’m not sure whether to call this luck or bad luck, but luckily I became a sex slave for the cute Baron Maneline.
But if you couldn’t break through this slim probability, you’d have to live as if you were struggling.
There must be some hidden ability. And to find it…
“That, um…”
I tried to say a small word, then shoved it back down my throat.
It was such an embarrassing word to come out of my own mouth.
It’s been a while since Adele passed, but I don’t think it’s been more than an hour.
After approaching the cage for a moment to make sure Adele wasn’t really nearby, I carefully let out the word I had swallowed.
“Status window…”
Naturally, nothing appeared before her eyes.
“S, status…”
It was the same this time too.
“Skill…?”
There was no such thing as skill.
“Characteristic… Huh?”
A thin spear appeared before my eyes as I tried to spit out everything I could think of until something came out.
The thought of what to do if I really had this and the thought that I am glad I even had this came into my head at the same time.
…Okay. Characteristic. If there were at least some characteristics, wouldn’t it be possible to get rid of the slave life and get at least one high position?
After holding my breath for a while, letters were created little by little on the thin window where nothing was written.
[What is your job?]
“…Job?”
Do traits change depending on job?
Speaking of magicians, even though they are men, they say they can handle mana.
“Well…”
While contemplating what to say, Baron Maneline’s face suddenly came to mind.
Even though it was her first sex, the lewd expression of being happy with her cock inserted deep into her pussy.
The sloppy sensation that was still vivid left me with a half erection.
“I don’t have to be strong… I don’t have to.”
Did I come to this world because I wanted to? No. Not at all.
Since you came to another world, do you want to gain strong power? I wish I could get it, but why?
After asking me two simple questions, the face of the baron who said he would leave early tomorrow flashed into my mind.
Do you want to put the baron to bed?
“…”
Yes.
Just thinking about it makes me so full of erections.
I want to crush the baron under him, push his uterus deep into his stomach, and fuck him.
So what should I write for my job?
“Sex master? Or sex slave as you are?”
It seemed that if I received all kinds of techniques as characteristics, I would be able to violate the baron to the point of losing my mind.
But what you need to write is a job. It was unclear whether there was a job called a sex master.
Let’s think. A job where you have no choice but to become a sex master.
One suddenly popped into my mind.
“…Call boy.”
Oh Does male proverb sound a little off? Carefully enough as a sex worker…
[What is your job? : Male prostitute]
It had already been decided. When I said that I was a sex master or a sex slave earlier, there was no reaction.
[Characteristics are unlocked.]
[Acquire ‘Persuasion’.]
[Acquires ‘Pleasure’.]
[Acquire `Submission`.]
“…”
The window that emerged step by step stopped at the window that said it had obtained submission.
What. Where did the sex technique go? Is pleasure a technique-related quality?
“How do I read the description?”
Should I try? Or think?
As I was thinking about it, I heard a cheerful sound from outside again.
Tboob. Tboob.
Has it already been an hour? It looks like Adele is coming down to patrol.
Maybe this window is only visible to my eyes, but I’m not sure, so I’ll have to get rid of it.
I hurriedly looked at the window and thought, ‘I want to get rid of the window’, and all the small floating windows in front of me disappeared.
You are responding to my thoughts. With that thought, something I had been forgetting came into view.
There was my cock, bulging with dried semen.
It seems that the one who stopped imagining the baron earlier is not dead yet.
“Ah, um, ah…”
“…”
“…Were you masturbating?”
“…”
And for Adele to find me sitting with my back against the wall in an empty room, my cock erect,
It didn’t even take a second.
