Chapter 87 – 087. Guidance From the Old Man With Narrow Eyes… ! I’m Glad the Owner Didn’t Hear. I’m So Scared Here
Dark Bringer’s crazy remarks lasted for a while, but they went over like water, and Padrick started guiding Area D.
Padrick took the lead, pulling his leash taut, and his pet master followed, hurriedly kicking his four legs at the knees and elbows in the direction of the pull.
She would be slightly disoriented by the vision that was blocked by her eyepatch. It was pitiful that at such times she was sweating profusely and she was gasping for breath.
It’s not enough that he’s walking on four legs, which is unsuitable for humans, and his four legs are short and uncomfortably folded.
It was compared to Sylvia’s situation on my back, but I reserved my words because it was someone else’s business.
There were dozens of visits to the nearby buildings.
Padrick didn’t pay attention to the condition of his master, who seemed to be dying, and taught him what this space was for.
“This is the punishment room. It’s a place where trivial things are designated as ‘wrong’ and then the owner hits them with something like a whip whenever they do something wrong.”
“Yes!? Hit me!?”
At that moment, I decided to skip this place unconditionally. I could slap Sylvia for her play, but I had no intention of hitting her.
I promised to do so, but I decided to listen to the explanation that follows.
“There are not many users, so most of the rooms are empty, but there will be punishment in a few places. How many people have allowed others to read it, would you like to take a look?”
“I see.”
He led me to the first room and illuminated the screen with the magic tool inside.
“Because this takes a lot of mana? You must turn it off after you finish watching.”
Having said that, he sat comfortably on the sofa and stroked his master.
A small screen floating in the air.
Through it, I was able to see what was done in the punishment room.
In her screen, a slender woman is hanging from the ceiling with her blindfold and cheek gag on her naked body.
Her wrists were pulled up and tied, her body dropped quite a bit off the floor, and her ankles that could not touch the floor were also bound and chained to her. It looked like he couldn’t move at all.
I really hate the idea of showing Sylvia’s inner body to someone else, but this person did well to allow her to see it.
The man who seemed to be her slave, who was tied up with her, came close to her, holding the same thing with a short cut. He swung the flat side like a fly swatter. His clatter echoed from his thigh, which had been hit by the flexing pole.
– Oops!! Whoops!!!
Clinging to her date, she flinched but couldn’t do anything.
When she was tied up and unable to speak, her slaves beat her for not saying hello, beating her for not answering, beating her for not apologizing for doing her wrong.
“… It’s too bad.”
Padrick, who had heard my monologue, added as if it was a misunderstanding.
“Haha. It looks like it, but the whip you wield is a special magic tool, so it doesn’t hurt that much.”
“Yes? Even so, why are you doing this… ? I don’t understand.”
“It’s because that’s what I like. Before the impact reduction magic on that whip was developed, nobles were beaten by slaves, leaving deep red marks on their skin.”
“That… I see.”
“The fortress was lowered to protect the slaves. Unlike before, the nobles don’t get sick as much, but they are excited enough and satisfied with the right situation.”
When I looked at the screen again, it was almost the same with only a slight change in skin tone, even though it was really loud.
“If you look carefully, it will only hit the area around the erogenous zone, but after teasing it like that, it gives a direct hit to the erogenous zone and climaxes it to absorb mana. All magic tools in area D have the effect of sucking out magic upon contact.”
But the more you think about it, isn’t it terrifying to absorb mana? In a world of magical omnipotence, if you have that, you can win no matter how strong your opponent is.
“Um, isn’t mana absorption amazing?”
“It’s a defective product that is useless even if it has basic resistance.”
“It’s defective… ? But how is it being used?”
“I heard that it was discovered by accident, but it breaks through resistance to the defenseless state of feeling pleasure and releasing bodily fluids during climax. When girls go away, their bodies rejoice and spill water out of their bodies, right? In the meantime, if the magic tool is in contact with the body, even the mana flows.”
What the hell… It’s ridiculous.
“The whip you’re seeing is the weakest. Would you like to see another screen?”
“No, I am not interested.”
“Then before going anywhere else. After using all the magic tools like the whip, you have to put them back in their place. There’s a slot on the right side of the screen that fits into the table, right?”
Looking where he pointed, there was a groove in the shape of a whip.
“If you put it there, the absorbed magic power is supposed to be sent to the storage, and from there, the necessary magic power is distributed to various facilities throughout the Witch City.”
After the explanation, Padrick and I went to the milking plant next.
“From here on out, you are required to draw up a formal waiver of human rights and a formal contract to transfer ownership of yourself to his slave.”
If it’s about taking ownership, it’s what I experienced when I was torturing Sylvia. However, it seemed a little more serious that the contract was written here.
“The slaves who have their masters take the first step of domestication by first using the memory-sealing magic tool for each master. After that, a special medicine is injected into the body and made into a constitution in which breast milk comes out.”
Five… Where did you hear that
It’s your mother-in-law’s story!
“Even if your intellect is gone, domesticated aristocrats may be imprinted in your instinctive realm, and they refuse to contact anyone other than slaves, so don’t approach them hastily. Even accidental contact can cause self-injury. They all have to be held accountable and compensated.”
“Ah yes.”
I don’t intend to do that, but I’m a bit afraid that I might hurt myself by touching it.
“Well… None of the people present have given permission to read it. Originally, there were a few people who gave permission to read it, but I didn’t think there would be one. I can’t. I can even show you the equipment.”
What Padrick showed me was a narrow barn made of metal. There were shackles to bind the limbs, but if you were to wear them down, the height of your chin would be just right for confining livestock.
‘If this is right, it must be a person. I see how it goes I have to keep my mind straight.’
“Here is a breastplate, and if you put it up like this, it will support the bouncing milk from underneath. Then, attach the milking machine and squeeze it.”
He picked up the milking machine and showed it to me.
“Can you see the brush inside? As it moves, it stimulates the senses and squeezes, so everyone is happily milked. At this time, the nipples are climaxed, and breast milk and magic are expressed at the same time.”
“Yes… Okay.”
Milking… I became more conscious of the feeling of Sylvia’s chest being carried for no reason.
“In District D, the water level is high, so only masters and servants who have become accustomed to it after being enslaved for a long time tend to settle down, but if you come this far, thanks to these high-end automated facilities, you can satisfy your master with less energy than before.”
… Indeed it is.
I’ve only looked at two places yet, but more sadistic than sex.
The nobility is a space where you can enjoy the bullying of slaves more, but it doesn’t seem to be suitable for me, who is full of energy.
I left the building and followed Padrick to my next destination. The place I arrived at was a place where capsule type beds were furnished.
The surface of the capsule at a certain distance was made of glass, and someone’s flesh-colored outline could be seen through, but it was blurry, perhaps because of the steam. In front of him, there were men sitting on chairs and using some sort of controller, and one of them noticed our presence and started talking to us.
“Mr. Padrick? Didn’t he go for a walk?”
“Ah, I was meeting and guiding a newcomer for a while.”
“Oh, yes. Good job.”
After that, the man returned his gaze to the glass surface of the capsule and began to manipulate the manipulator.
Padrick explained to me.
“Even though he looks like that, he has been here for a long time. You are over seventy.”
I couldn’t help but be surprised by that statement.
“Yes? No, even if you set it high, you look like you’re 30 years old?”
“If the owner is strong, the aging process is delayed accordingly, but it is not exactly the same as a really young person. Anyway, the owner is a very strong witch. He’s picky, so we’ve never talked to him.”
So that strong witch is now trapped in that capsule?
What the hell is she doing?
I looked away and looked at Padrick. But then, is this person much older than me?
“Perhaps Mr. Padrick is also old… ?”
“Haha. I don’t have that many.”
Not so much… ?
I couldn’t ask more. Because he spoke
“The story is leaked. This is a factory where aristocrats make furnishings, and the utilization rate is the highest. Let’s see if you can read it first.”
He picked up the list that was lying there and examined its contents.
“The person using it now… There are many. The person who gave permission to read… There is no one. Haha, except for special people, it’s like this.”
Rattle! Rattle!
“You mean there are people inside?”
“Yes, but don’t think that you can just watch it on the screen, and don’t go and see it. You know.”
“It’s manners, so it’s natural.”
Padrick put down his list, approached the empty capsule, and opened the glass door.
“Here, one two three four, these four holes are dangerous if you go crazy with excessive climax, so it’s a place where you can safely put your limbs in and completely restrain them.”
“Bah, you say it glows?”
“Actually, it’s probably just the taste of nobles. In fact, no one has ever been crazy.”
“Phew. I was surprised.”
“There is a controller here, and you can control it with it. Now do this.”
A rod rose from under the capsule.
“And if you do it this way?”
The rod turned into a dildo.
“It is very well made, right? You can do a lot with this one manipulator. Of course, imitating the same genitals as the user’s body like this, this time like this.”
Two more rods rose from below. Both of them changed shape in an instant. One turned into a thin rod thicker than a toothpick, and the other into a stick with round and large beads attached to it like rice cake skewers.
“And when you press this button, it moves automatically.”
Weing weing weing!
I was horrified to see the stick poking up and down the empty space. Ordinary witches would be damned for this alone.
“In addition to this, if you press this, the clitoris will also come out.”
A small glass cap protruded from the left side. There is a brush attached to the inside without a gap.
“Recently, my master took an invention from the area below, modified it and added it. It was a bit cruel.”
Clitoris chica chica brush. I bought it too. I haven’t tried it yet…
This capsule is a completely comprehensive gift set.
“There are a lot of buttons.”
“Because there is still a lot left. If you press this, something to put in your mouth comes out.”
He pressed another button, and a stick came out to put in his mouth, which also turned into a dildo.
“If you do this, a lukewarm liquid comes out from the tip, but it’s just water that has been processed a little. Fake though It makes me feel like I’m being injected with semen. No matter how much it has already been improved, nobles are very greedy.”
Sizzle- sizzle-
“There is an eye patch and ear plugs, and there is also milking. You can’t use the medicine that produces milk to increase the utilization rate of the milking plant. Still, my owner has used a milking factory before, and he says that he feels sad and sad when the areola and nipple are severely pressed and milk is expressed but no milk comes out. They say that if you continue to climax in that state, you won’t be able to think of anything. Haha.”
“Under… Under…”
This man is so fucking scary. It was chewable.
“This button is said to give pain and coolness by squeezing between the toes and the soles of the hands and feet with projections rising from the holes where the limbs were taken.”
“… Acupressure?”
“Oh, you know acupressure? When I was young, when the owner massaged my shoulder, it only hurt, but these days I feel refreshed. Originally, it was made for male slaves first, but it was also used as sexual torture for nobles.”
Her… I have to be creative, but this. It would be crazy to feel only pleasant sensations, but it’s cruel.
“Aside from this, there are also lots of feathers that can be tickled like this.”
“Gu, do you even need to tickle me?”
“The nobles trapped inside try to endure it somehow, but even if you use only a few patterns as variations, they will quickly cry out.”
Is it possible to endure it?
“Then it’s hard to see everyone, right? I would wail and sob, and then I would usually take them out… The nobles who were released regretted not being harassed further than that later. In the end, the nobles came up with an idea and added it as a measure for long-term confinement. If you use feathers to tickle him when he cries, his expression will brighten up, so our men can feel free to keep his master locked up, so that’s a good thing.”
No, it’s because if you tickle me, it makes me smile. This narrow-eyed man, do you really think this is okay right now?
