Chapter 25

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 25

Chapter Title: Slave No. 1

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This was the first reward related to Bo-ra.

When I got rewards for Yun-ji, it said 'Heroine,' but for Bo-ra, she's just a 'Survivor.'

'Whoa, it even gives points for sex.'

I came hard feeling great and leveled up my skill.

The number of uses increased, and I got 500 points too. Not sure if it's a home run, but it's definitely a huge win.

Bonus: I learned that it's possible to climax even without a Heroine.

If it was limited only to Heroines (celebrities) registered by the system, the skill's usability would be ridiculously narrow. Thank goodness it's not.

Opening the Status Window, I saw a new menu.

'Slave?'

It was a menu I hadn't even considered.

What's a Heroine, and what's a Slave?

Touching the menu did nothing.

Meaning there are no registered slaves yet.

The Navigation menu showed me celebrities' locations.

Rescuing them automatically registered them in the Heroine menu.

'So how do I find Slaves?'

This question was answered right away.

"I've told you my story, so you tell me yours too, Master."

Bo-ra pressed right up against my side, stroking my chest.

"What about?"

"I felt so good... What about you, Master?"

Her expression was desperate.

She seemed to pin her entire sense of worth on that.

I was about to brush it off with a casual "It was good," but a lightbulb went off in my head.

'Since she's not a system-designated Heroine, maybe I can register her as a Slave?'

She already calls me Master and does whatever I ask.

Changing her honorific to Master beforehand was a stroke of genius.

If I could just figure out how to register her, she could be my Slave.

It'd be nice if the system gave a hint right now, but there's no response.

It's like it's saying, "I gave you the menu—figure it out yourself."

For now, I'll sweet-talk Bo-ra and find a way to turn her into a Slave.

"Of course it was good. You sucked me so tight, I came feeling amazing. Now I can use my strength properly."

"I'm glad. I was able to help you, Master."

"Sure, but why are you asking? Because you think you need to be useful?"

"Yes. Nail art's useless, I can't fight, I have no other talents, so I have to be good at that at least. I have to satisfy you..."

I could guess the rest without her saying it.

She'll ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠give it up anytime, so let her stay.

This was Bo-ra's chosen way to survive.

With that mindset, she's easy to talk to.

"Then become my Slave."

"Pardon? A Slave?"

Bo-ra's eyes went ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wide.

"Yeah, Slave. You already call me Master."

Her eyes trembled.

Probably the unease from the word "Slave."

"What would I have to do as a Slave?"

Nothing came to mind besides sex.

At this point, "fuck buddy" might fit better than Slave.

But fuck buddy doesn't have that "dominance" feel.

I wanted to dominate Bo-ra to satisfy my Dominant trait.

"Just like I said—satisfy me. I need to get aroused periodically to use my strength."

"I could do that without being a Slave."

"Worried? That I'll treat you rough?"

"Yes. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Masters kill people if they're in a bad mood."

She's watched too many movies.

"Do I look like someone who'd kill you just for pissing me off?"

"Well... no."

"I don't want anything else besides getting aroused. Obviously I won't kill you. No plans to treat you rough either. Just think of it as a master-servant relationship."

"Really? That's it?"

"What more could you ask for in this world? I'm doing this to survive too."

Besides skills needed for survival, I had no demands for Bo-ra.

"Don't ask any more questions. I didn't explain it in a way that needs clarifying."

I raised my voice, and she shrank back immediately.

No need to drag this out.

"So, what's it gonna be? Slave or no?"

Honestly, a cowardly question.

In this situation, Bo-ra couldn't refuse.

"I'll do it. Slave."

The reason I pushed this far was curiosity about what's in the [Slave] menu.

It'd probably unlock once registered, and right now, Bo-ra's the only candidate.

I'd sweet-talked her wondering if her consent would allow registration.

Sure enough, the menu to register Bo-ra as a Slave popped up.

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠figured it out on my own, without a system hint!

Touching [Yes] made a dog collar appear and latch around Bo-ra's neck.

A chain connected to it appeared in my hand, then vanished.

'Nice effects.'

I opened the Slave menu in the Status Window.

It showed a Slave list, similar to the Heroine menu.

From now on, Bo-ra is my 'Slave No. 1.'

My name is Heo Yun-ji. I'm 21.

Leader and main vocalist of the girl group Silhouette.

I dropped out of high school, went all-in on training, and debuted after three years.

We're a second-year group with a solid fandom, if not quite top-tier.

"Fuck... Talk about bad luck. Why the hell did you make up a fake schedule to come here?!"

Trapped in the prop room by sudden monsters, the road manager explodes.

Rudeness unimaginable in normal times, but I have nothing to say since it's my fault.

I came to an unscheduled event at the request of a close PD.

'Shouldn't have come to the media center.'

The team leader got bitten and died because of me.

The road manager lost his mind and acted weird.

Up to then, I just thought I was done for.

"You a virgin?"

I thought he came to save me, but he blurts that out.

When he pressed if I really was, he scared me more than the monsters.

I escaped the building with help from someone like that.

Drank beer in a shop with someone like that.

Watched someone like that fight monsters, worrying all the while.

Went to someone like that's house, showered together.

Got aroused letting someone like that suck my breasts and down there.

Made someone like that cum by sucking him off.

Now I'm locked in a basement, waiting for 'someone like that' to rescue me again.

'Oppa will save me this time too.'

"Hngh...! Haa... Ahngh...!!"

Song Ji-eun unnie, tied to the bed, wailed in anguish.

Gagged, she couldn't cry properly, but tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks.

She'd held it for three days, but her bowels gave out, and she soiled her diaper.

The stench was overpowering, but that wasn't the issue now.

Her pride and mental state as an actress—no, as a human—had crumbled.

That's why she sobbed so pitifully.

I yelled at the person who brought the diaper.

"I'll clean it! Please... let me do it. Unnie's not in her right mind—if anyone else touches her, it'll be bad. Go tell the Cult Leader. I'll calm her down, so let me clean her, please!"

I screamed like a madwoman.

I really thought unnie might snap if someone else touched her.

Me cleaning her, since we knew each other, would help her mentally.

Mentioning the Cult Leader worked.

Released from the bars, I took unnie to the bathroom.

It was cramped, but there was space to wash on one side.

"Yun-ji... I wanna die... How can I live like this... Hnngh..."

"I told you not to curse and make a fuss. Why act on your own whims coming to a place like this?"

I soothed her without saying more, washing every inch clean.

Not wanting more humiliation, unnie quietly accepted my touch.

'Washing a grown woman's bath like this—what am I even doing?'

After cleaning up unnie's mess, my stomach growled even louder.

Wonder when they'll feed us.