Ep28: Do Not Make False Idols
『Martyr Moon - Day 24 (Morning)』
You... want to know my past? Why? Because you need some dramatic backstory to auction me off? Fine, I get it. But before that, ask me anything. I'll answer everything... Yeah, I'm still a virgin. Never been with a man. Masturbate a few times a week? About twice. I'm 26... A bit worn, but that's fine, right? Thanks for the compliment... My tanned skin? It's from training—my skin got burned. It wasn't always like this.
Enough chit-chat. Time for my story. Listen well. I hope it fetches a good price when you sell me off...
...I lost my parents in the war and had nowhere to go. No family, no connections, no money—I didn't even get a single pity vote. There were just too many war orphans like me. In the middle of the desert, no one bothers chasing after a lost needle...
My only way to survive was enlisting. It was the only way to secure food, shelter, and clothes right then. The empire bans brothels and cracks down hard, so selling my body wasn't even an option. Not that I'd ever consider becoming a whore... What? You'd end up selling your body anyway? Yeah... you're right. I'm being sold as a sex slave...
I never imagined I'd never hold a sword or shield again, but my life flipped completely after that. Days of quiet family dinners turned into early-morning physical training. My routine became learning weapons, self-defense, and combat.
Huh? Why are you laughing? Oh, right... I was a battle slave. Not some failed imperial commander... My duty is to swear loyalty to my buyer and offer my body. My pale skin tanned brown under the sun, and my slender limbs scarred over with wounds. Naturally, my position in the army was the worst because I was an orphan. The only reason I avoided severe bullying was my talent for lightning magic.
The empire invests heavily in talent, so anyone who can use magic is a valuable asset. I got extra support because of it. Though that support led to more discrimination—another story altogether.
Yeah... those bullies were right. I'm a worthless retard... Still clinging to stupid ideas like biting my tongue to die... That's why I ended up caught by you idiots...
Being able to use magic and the orphan label followed me my whole army life. But I wasn't going to just take it like a fool. I didn't stoop to their level either. I showed them real power—fair and square. Racked up achievements, results, and climbed the ranks...
What? Boring? Skip the details? Fine... This story's tied to my price, so I'll get serious. That's all a slave like me can do... I'm a slave. My value is just how much I fetch...
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[The twin swords' blades are pointing that way. Is this another command from Mistress?]
[Hehe~ For some reason, that golden twin sword was pointing weirdly, but coming out here had meaning after all~]
This morning, after confirming Glacia-sis's Apostle awakening and bringing her into the Cube, we suddenly discussed the golden twin swords whose blades pointed mysteriously somewhere. No doubt infused with Mistress's blessing, but we'd never figured out what they meant since acquiring them. Mel's emotion magic couldn't identify them either—we only knew they belonged to someone who could become an Apostle like us.
At Glacia-sis's suggestion, we decided to take them outside to investigate. If they pointed somewhere, something must be hidden there. I thought it presumptuous to guess Mistress's intent, but convinced they were another tool for finding comrades, we split into two teams.
Clarice and Glacia-sis targeted Myrit and Elizabeth, true owners of the gauntlets and gun among our collected weapons inside the Cube. Mel and I took the twin swords and headed out. The oddly twisted blades settled, pointing steadily in one direction.
That aside, this unpleasant feeling from the forest... Something's off, but right now, following Mistress's twin swords is priority.
[Maybe the blades only started turning now because the target just arrived?]
[Whatever, as long as we're on track, right? Proves the Goddess isn't wrong! That's what makes me happiest!]
Mel praised Mistress, her cock stiffening rock-hard. Mine surged with blood too, throbbing erect. Just saying Mistress's name aloud was enough to make excitement impossible to hide♥ Our sole purpose as the 1st Apostles is realizing Mistress's ideals. We're mere tools for that. Like this compass...
--Tok...Blrp...Blrrrrrp...!
I wonder how Clarice's team is doing... I don't doubt their skills, but Myrit and Elizabeth aren't pushovers for humans. Need to stay cautious. Hmm... We've been walking a while—when do we arrive?
--Glrk♥ Blrrrrp♥♥
[Heh~ Blair, you cum so thick and don't even flinch. How focused are you?]
[Huh? What're you talking about, Mel? Cum how many times...?]
Following Mel's gaze as she spoke while I concentrated, I saw puddles of semen soaking the path behind us. No traces on Mel's cock...? Checking mine just in case, thick globs that hadn't fully spurted clung and dripped down my shaft.
[Th-this...!]
[It looked so focused, I teasingly flicked your cock once, and you came mindlessly. Got curious, flicked a few more times, and each one made a white mushroom cloud bloom. Heehee.]
Ignoring my fluster, Mel licked semen off her hand while fondling her huge balls with the other. Precum beaded at her tip, ready to burst.
[Don't worry~ I magicked away your irresponsible cum stains. No idiots will track us by it~ Smell and color all cleaned up!]
Mel boasted, kneading her breasts with her now-clean hand. Puzzled by my secret ejaculation for a moment, the blade suddenly stopped—and stabbed into the ground.
[What's this? The blade just...]
[Ahaha~ So that's it~ Look, Blair. Super crude magic over here.]
After the compass dissolved into light, Mel and I faced forward. She grinned, pointing at a forest spot. Crude magic, she said... Was that the unpleasant feeling from the forest entrance?
Mel extended her hand with a smile, warping the space like something hid behind. Her hand plunged into the rippling void. Indeed... a hidden space.
Shoving her whole body in, leaving just her head peeking out, she called to me.
[Humans are such morons, huh? Think this trash camouflage magic fools anyone? Even lowbie adventurers could find it with effort~ Wanna go in, Blair? Goddess pointed us here~]
We entered the hidden entrance. Stairs led underground immediately—spotless, clearly maintained recently. My heels echoed down, descending deeper than expected.
Then it hit me what this place was.
--Clack clack...Clack clack...
Artificial camouflage magic for concealment. Secret entrance leading somewhere. Not a dungeon—dungeons hide naturally, not by magic. Means they couldn't operate openly, so they burrowed deep in the forest. A covert space no one can discover now.
Putting it together, one guess fit.
[No way... the Black Market entrance?]
[Oh!? Yeah, could be. Glacia-sis's bullshit excuse to drag us out was real? Life's unpredictable~]
"Who are you!? How'd you get in here!"
"Shit, intruders...!? The guild!?"
Soon after descending, Black Market guards appeared in numbers. Makes sense—they'd staff plenty for such secrecy.
[Hmm? Their outfits confirm it's the real Black Market. Kyahaha♥ Excuse us a sec♥ We want what's inside, so your bitching's a problem♥]
--Boom!!Crunch!!Kabooooom!!
"Wh-what...!? Y-you bitches or dicks...! Anyway, tell the leader! Intruders now... Gaaahhh!!!"
"Gyyyaaahhh!!!!"
"C-can't move!?"
Mel flicked her hand, and the guards slammed their heads to the ground before us, kneeling motionless. She seemed thrilled, precum beading at her tip.
[Told ya, letting us pass would've been bloodless and easy. Humans are fools. Bend over for polite requests. All cocky, picking stupid fights? Right, Blair?]
[Exactly. But Mel, leave them like that?]
[Huh? Was gonna freeze 'em till we're done. Got ideas?]
Mel's too soft. Our destiny, restoring Mistress's paradise, needs residents too. Plenty foul human stench beyond♥ Faithful servants and holy paradise dwellers. We've rushed Apostles, but securing residents is inevitable. This greed-reeking den's perfect for prime stock.
With that thought, I pulled the Cube from my cleavage.
[Huh, the Cube? Blair, you don't mean...]
[Mistress's garden needs fitting residents. Especially evil-infested Black Markets for quality ones♥ So, here goes♥]
Light poured from the Cube, sucking in the prostrated humans. Aside from bloodstains from headbutts, it was silent—like no one was ever there.
And... and...! Ahaha♥ Mistress's guidance shines even here. Finally found where we'll welcome new comrades... My just-cum cock twitched, balls churning fresh semen.
But... hold back♥ Save this load for the fireworks when we find Apostle candidates♥
[Hehe♥ Mel, let's go. Those guys finding us means managers might know. Doesn't matter, but... could harm future comrades?]
[Ahaha♥ Blair loves her sisters so much. Leader material♥ First Black Market—heart pounding! Like snot-nosed kids' secret base, hiding underground from shame! Kyahaha♥]
We headed to the firmly shut door at the stairs' base.
Aaah♥ Still pounding wildly♥ New Apostle's birth is near—feels it from cocktip to balls♥ Beyond here, Mistress's ideal draws closer... Everything I am, all us Apostles... for Mistress alone♥
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"Mmph...!? Gghblrrp!!"
What? Fell asleep at such a dangerous time? Failed to find a careful escape, just dozed off...! Worst blunder ever!
Where am I...? After leaving their room in shackles, locked in this prison... Nothing after that. What happened...?
--Clang...Clink...
"M-mmph...?"
Movement range shrank? Chains and gag weren't enough—now more restraints! Handcuffs linked to collar, fully immobilizing my already struggling body. Couldn't even writhe, let alone stand.
My pitiful resistance came out as pathetic metallic gags. And my clothes... barely scraps over nipples and crotch. Less than a street beggar's rags, more shameful than underwear. Those vile criminals stripped and redressed me...!
"Kuh~ What a sight. Ex-Commander, sir?"
"Mmph... Mmmphh!!!!!"
Struggling in agony, the most hated man appeared—briefly seen, but he kidnapped me mid-escort, leaving me this indecent mess. He laughed hysterically, hand over mouth. Laugh leaked through anyway... I bit the gag like I could shatter it.
This was my sole outlet for self-loathing incompetence and rage. But fatigue kept even this crude wooden gag intact. Biting tore my mouth, blood rising.
He startled, splashing mystery liquid on my face.
"Hey! Crazy bitch. Auction soon—wanna scar yourself!? Useless rag but for your body!"
Pain in gums and teeth faded instantly, blood taste receding. That liquid... a potion? No way these pirates wasted it on concern.
Aah, got it from his words. Maybe knew deep down, clinging to false hope. They don't see me as human. Just expensive merchandise.
I was the fool thinking humans show pity. What sin did I commit...? I gave everything for the empire—why end so humiliated...?
Guardian beast Almiraaji... Miel... If you still watch this empire's child, show mercy... One last chance...
"Hm? Oh... Fine. Slave bitch, auction time. Excited how much you'll fetch? Money you'd never earn in army life, trading now! I'm pumped. Golden lump! Kyahaha!!"
"Gblrrp...!!"
He whispered in my ear, yanking the chain from my collar-neckcuff link, dragging me toward light leaking through tent darkness.
Instinct screamed: slavery was real, not joke. Cold sweat poured; I resisted desperately. But powerless, a few tugs dragged me helplessly.
Aah... How did an imperial commander, princess's guard, become such an incompetent woman...?
"Ngh...!"
Emerging from dark: blinding lights on vast open space. Like the auction house I saw escorting Princess Materi once. But now, I was the item on stage...
--Kiiiiing~~~
"Ladies and gentlemen! Our top-grade auction item... none other than battle slave Lightri Elaine!"
"Guh...!"
Eyes adjusting to light shift, ears assaulted by amplification magic. Masked auctioneer called me battle slave. No energy left to protest endless insults.
Masked audience stared intensely. Despite bleeding resistance earlier, my shameful near-nude made me shrink like a spectacle.
"Ahem... Before starting, you know recent civil war between empire and kingdom? Empire declared on kingdom amid demon uprisings. Ended in empire's coup surrender, as you know!"
What...? Defeat due to coup...?
"Heard emperor and royals executed for war blame, bar a few. Pathetic, couldn't save own necks. Right, folks~?"
"""Hahaha!!"""
Sneers mocking royals filled the hall. Couldn't refute my own degradation—impossible to rage at royal insults. Couldn't plug ears; only bowed head ignoring stares.
"This slave's war remnant. A female commander! See these firm muscles, nicely tanned brown skin. Black Market guarantees top adventurer level as battle slave! And best... she's a virgin! Prime sex slave material. Masturbates only twice weekly—fresh as can be."
"""Wooooh!!"""
...Filthy perverts. Masks hid faces, but lewd gazes and cheers at "virgin" were blatant even bowed. Eyes leering through mask slits licked my body impurely. If only normal clothes... shame would've lessened. Tiny scraps and strings barely hid nipples and pussy. Want to die of embarrassment...!
"Also, see armor and sword beside. Emperor's seal, blessed by empire's two guardian beasts! Golden gleaming twin swords, famed metal armor. Too grand for such a slave, no?"
Endless insults shook me. Dare mock gear emperor bestowed...!
"Th-there!! These items auction separately. Host appraised and managed thoroughly—no performance worries!"
Couldn't accept reality of sealed eyes and silence. Pride forbade resignation. Wanted honorable death. But captured, everything controlled. Prized lightning magic unusable, trained body bound worthless. Iron will wearing thin. All I could do... squeeze eyes shut, cling to my gods...
Great desert spirit Almiraaji, fox of sun and moon Miel. Glorious guardian beasts... save me, please... If you pity me, free from this hellish stage... I beg...!
[Poor child, I behold you sunk in sorrow.]
[I send the golden calf myself—reach out from despair.]
[I'll come soon♥]
"Mmph...!!"
Guardian beasts spoke! No way... my prayer reached!? They haven't abandoned me. Always watching my plight!
B-but... why's my body heating up? Ass getting wet too...
"Oh...? Look everyone. This bitch's perverted state. Pussy dripping wet from auction excitement! Face flushed... Note: no aphrodisiacs or magic used. She's just naturally horny, leaking love juice. Born sex slave! Auction starts fast. Starting bid: 25 gold..."
"30!"
"40!"
"53!"
"60! No, 65!"
"120!!! Heh, no one topping that. Naughty bitch. I'll fuck you good! Kekeke... Kyahaha!!"
Voices nonstop. Situation worsening live. Obese bidder at 120 silenced the hall. Enough to buy a mansion and staff it lavishly.
But auction didn't end. Guardian beasts' promise lie? Hallucination? Hope sank instantly.
"120 gold! Anyone higher!? Twice at 120 with no higher bids, sold! 120 gold!"
"Gggghhh!!!!"
No! Save me... I don't wanna be slave! G-guards... please...! Don't defile me more! Anyone... save me...!
[272! 272 it is! Uh, first auction—enough?]
"2—272!? 272 bid!"
[Bid whatever, Mel. Found our target♥]
New high: 272 gold. But women's voices this time. Soothing, stabilizing my despair whirlpool. I looked up at audience but couldn't spot them. Crowd buzzed at 272, masked figures glancing around.
Unknown why, but those two could save me... Hope again?
"Q-quiet please... First time this amount... Anyone higher? Then twice at 272 with no...!"
--Kaboooooom!!!!!!!
"M-mmph!?"
Suddenly ominous red tentacles filled auction edges. Mystery magic circles bound everyone but me at waists, freezing them. Auctioneer's babble, crowd noise—silence. Only tentacles writhing.
Stunned, my gaze wandered. But relief bloomed. Hours ago resisting, accepting noble death—but real slavery looming cracked my endurance.
But ends now. Guardian beasts' miracle!
They wrought miracle to save lowly me. Truly grateful... Almiraaji, Miel...! I'll believe forever...
[Finally found you...]
[Kyaha♥ Blair too~ That bitch new Apostle candidate? Hmm... Anal-sucking pro face? Oh yeah! Cock on her, nutsack'll be packed!]
[Ahaha♥ Too vulgar? Kinda hot tho♥]
"Mmph?"
Two women descending from seats. The 272 bidders. Anal? Nutsack? What...?
Shadows cleared, revealing them. Eerily bizarre. Both stunning beauties, tits ready to burst. But below: muscles firmer than my trained body or any soldier, cocks huger than any man's—forearm-thick monstrosities.
Weird tattoos everywhere... Redhead and chocolate-skinned elf.
N-no way, right? Messengers? Legends say beasts send agents. But agents are shrine maidens...? Then who...?
[Gag in mouth. Must've been frustrating... I'll free you! Blair, Cube cleanup inside too~]
[Got it. Reeks worse than thought. Purify ASAP... Plus secure slaves/residents.]
-Clang!
Blood-red haired woman's black cube orbiting flashed, blinding me. Amid it, gag and cuffs snapped. Light faded to unimaginable sight.
Could speak, but speechless... Empty. Like never people here. All vanished instantly.
Guardian beasts' judgment...? Nah, blatantly those two. But how? Binding masses instantly, teleporting without effort. Never heard or seen such magic.
They approached relieved, ignoring my shock.
"Kgh...! Smell...!"
Pungent nose-stinging odor. Source: those massive cocks. Indescribable musk from tips. Not unpleasant—wanted more... No! Focus! Miracle aside, identify them first...
Released nose pinch, about to speak—
[Aaaah♥ Can't hold♥ Cumming cumming cumming cuuuuum!!]
Redhead furiously stroked her cock two-handed. Bewildering. Masturbating? Why... here, now!?! Tongue lolling idiotically, drooling; eyes rolled back; only panting grunts.
--Blrrrrrp grrrrk♥♥ Glrk...Blrrrrp!!
"Wh-what!?"
[Ahaha♥ Your throbbing balls bugged me♥ Wondered why no cum yet—waiting for now. Kyaha♥ My turn~ All for Goddess's glory♥]
White torrent cascaded from her tip, drenching me. Sticky thick globs clung disgustingly everywhere. Chocolate elf joined, kneading cock and balls fiercely. Each squeeze swelled it more—not imagination. Limp shaft rocketed past navel, asserting proudly. Her 'that smell' began wafting—like omen...
--Blrrrrrrrrrpppppp!!!!!!!!!!
"Hng... Gughh!"
Another white wave hit. Impossible to dodge volume. Liquid netted everything, flooding stage white. No escape.
[Haa... haa... haha♥ So refreshing. Few minutes' hold felt years' backed-up cum... Oh right, names. I'm Blair Leiz. Proud Apostle of Mistress. Nice to meet♥]
[Kyaha♥ Cumming best, Goddess best♥ Whew... Balls full again already... Oh? Haha♥ Sorry~ Climax amnesia. Late intro? Mel Grande. Eternal slave to Goddess like Blair!]
"Th-thanks for saving me later... I'm Lightri Elaine... But you with female and male traits... s-strange. And Mistress? Goddess? Apostles chosen by guardian beasts? Then this white goo, vanishing people magic... what...?"
Flustered by greetings but composed, I voiced questions. Gratitude second; probe identity, features, beast agents... Suspicious. Foolish not to doubt—too abnormal. Cleaned place in under minute. Plus those bodies...
[Hmm... Guardian beasts? You worshipped idols. But fine now. Mistress mercifully gathers sinning lost lambs. Even bowing carved beast idols, she'll forgive. No worries♥]
[Blair's right! Goddess laughs off savage human sins~]
"I-idols? Guardian beasts idols!?"
Realized: their 'Mistress/Goddess' ≠ my 'guardian beasts'. Nearly fell for it... For saving me, overlook insulting beasts as animals... Priority: escape. Perfect while praising their god, distracted.
Shifted stance, eyeing nearby sword for dash—
[Blair, got great idea? Lend ear? ..........How's that?]
[Kuh, kuha! Ahahaha! Genius, Mel. Chat over, Elaine...? No fleeing please. Can't anyway, heard Mistress's voice—you're destined her slave♥]
"Shut up! That voice was guardian beasts...!"
[Beast voice? Kyahaha♥ Funniest today. Lightri Elaine, right? Can't ignore that. Equating Goddess's voice to filthy beast. Fucking idol-worshipping bitch—know limits, psycho...]
"Eek!"
Atmosphere shifted. Leisurely faces turned fury at me, chills everywhere. No... no time for words. Now... Huh? That black cube ahead? Glowing?
[Calm, Mel... Elaine? Deep into idols, huh. No worry—we'll correct you♥ Soon meet Mistress's face, reborn Apostle♥]
Blair's words and cube's light ended my memory...
Aah... Guardian beasts, why this trial...
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