The Vampire Progenitor's Humiliation
The sex slaves weren't only women; there were men too.
So it grated on me.
I didn't want to see male slaves.
I clicked my tongue at the guys who were flexing their muscles, shining with intense eyes, and trying to appeal to me.
They showed off their wildness, wanting to be taken out of the cage and sold.
I had no interest in them.
Realizing that, the male slaves looked at Somi, then lowered their heads in defeat.
They were the type who pitied themselves by comparing their situation to mine.
Watching them, I felt like a flashy peacock with nothing but a big tail.
On the other hand, I, who was actually just a room-bound NEET, wondered how I looked to them.
At least, I wasn't looking down on them.
The subtle aura of mana I was emitting might have been suppressing them...
Unlike them, I couldn't really appeal to women, and my appearance wasn't particularly handsome, just weak and emaciated. Did it look like a sign of obsession with magic as a powerful mage?
The clothes I was wearing roughly might have seemed extraordinary.
Male slaves who didn't notice the mana might have seen me as just a borrowed card, casually swinging my hips and having fun with the female slaves.
Well, it didn't matter.
I lightly savored the slight superiority from the fleeting glances, then moved on.
When my gaze regained freedom, the slave trader I made eye contact with spoke to me.
“What kind of product are you looking for?”
It was the usual sales pitch.
I told him what I wanted.
“I bought the slave behind me because of a curse, but I want something even better.”
“Oh ho... I see. A dragon?”
“A sex slave.”
“You already have one behind you... How many do you need?”
Numbers.
Since my stamina became infinite, one sex slave couldn't satisfy it.
The sexual desire needed to become satisfaction for the mind, not just the body.
With sufficient stamina, my dick was naturally erect often.
I needed a slave who would automatically relieve me without me having to do anything.
If I had to cum a hundred times a day, even four slaves wouldn't be enough.
At least, considering the space in my one-room apartment, I couldn't bring too many.
Even if not enough for sexual desire, four might be the limit.
It was good in that I could enjoy pleasure frequently with infinite stamina, but it was a problem that it created such needs.
But since I was a cheat, a munchkin, I could just enjoy it comfortably.
In conclusion, three more.
“Three.”
“Understood. I'll select slaves that best match the customer's preferences. Since these are humans created to be used as sex slaves, we adjust their appearances through genetic modification.”
The slave trader gestured.
And continued.
“Come this way. You should be able to find the ideal type you're looking for.”
Genetically modified sex slaves.
Even hearing it was inhuman, but since it was a game, I accepted it.
These people probably didn't treat the humans they created as humans.
I followed the slave trader and looked at the slaves in the glass cases.
The slaves who stood meekly like they were in a gacha machine capsule stared blankly at me.
Among them, there was one with an appealing appearance.
Black hair, a face that looked lewd but also pure and like a first-love girlfriend.
Her breasts were enormous.
She wore a cow-themed bikini with a cow headband, and the bikini bottoms had a cow tail attached.
“She's 74.”
The slave trader introduced her, and when I stared, 74 passively adjusted her posture and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue.
It was communication that she could satisfy me anytime.
Her actions, faithful to her role and as trained, looked innocently pure.
“I like it.”
“You can use her as a maid or as a sex slave. She also has excellent domestic skills, having passed the assessment. With an A-grade academic record, she's capable of learning, so she could develop other specialties.”
“How much?”
“500 million.”
Properly produced sex slaves are expensive.
“I won't pay all at once.”
“Understood.”
The merchant flipped a cloth with "Sold" written in red letters over the glass case.
It meant she would be sold, so she wouldn't be visible to other customers anymore.
“What kind of slave do you want next? Will you look for another ideal type?”
“Then aren't they all the same kind of slave anyway? I don't think I'd feel much difference without the appearance.”
“Still, their inherent personalities differ, so the taste would be different when sharing conversations.”
“Are there other slaves that naturally exude a different taste?”
“You have varied preferences. Understood.”
The slave trader's face showed professional awareness as he pondered.
To such a slave trader, I told him one more thing I wanted.
“I want to properly 'tear' a virgin.”
“Does the customer have no experience? I thought it couldn't be, but understood. I'll be more careful.”
The slave trader, who had pondered more, recommended to me.
“How about the taste of a proper marriage? There's a noble young lady. A spirited woman who volunteered to take on the responsibility for her family's massive debts after they went bankrupt. It should have a ticklish taste, and she's fully completed obedience training. She's just doing it because she can't bear the shame, but she knows her situation better than anyone.”
“I like it.”
“Do you have any other preferences for the remaining slave?”
The slave trader asked my opinion with serious eyes.
As a merchant who wants to show service spirit since he receives money, I told him.
“It should be a bit special.”
“A special slave?”
The slave trader pondered.
“There are slaves who have mixed dragon blood...”
Was there more to say?
It seemed like there was something hidden, but instead of asking, I reacted to the slave who had dragon blood.
“Is that okay?”
“The price is 20 billion.”
“Give it.”
The slave trader was amazed.
Then he sent me a trusting gaze.
“I have one more slave to tell the customer.”
What was that?
“She voluntarily became a slave. In our guild, she's considered a bit of a headache. If you think you can handle her, how about bringing her? I won't charge you.”
A slave who voluntarily became a slave.
It was unusual.
I would never become a slave.
“She said she would judge for herself who would be her master... Honestly, I told her, but she's hesitant. Even though I'm evaluated as having decent skill around here.”
The slave trader spoke while hesitating.
It made me feel even more difficult.
But since I was immune to all status effects, had fire resistance, instant death skill, and suppression skill.
In short, an invincible existence.
Since there was nothing to fear, I said.
“Let's see.”
“Understood.”
When I followed the slave trader, I could see the risky slave.
As soon as I made eye contact, I started a conversation with the slave.
“Hmph, what a pitiful male form. Why are you standing in front of this lady? Did you come to buy this lady as a slave?”
“However.”
“What is the purpose of buying me?”
“Sex slave.”
“Hmph, what a pathetic guy. Do you think a lowly male like you can possess this lady?”
The woman with a pipe in her mouth was probably not a high-ranking demon race.
The demon race is a race born from magic, each with unique racial value.
Among those unique races, there were beings that become progenitors, and this sex slave might be one of them.
Or perhaps a being called Jinjo in the sense of pure bloodline.
This was an inference based on game knowledge, looking at the atmosphere the slave emitted.
“Are you perhaps a progenitor or Jinjo?”
As I casually asked the obvious fact I noticed, the slave trader flinched.
It was fear of me offering him as a sacrifice.
“Indeed! To notice that, you're amazing. I am the Master of All Blood, the Progenitor Mistia!”
But why is she here acting like this?
It seemed like she came out to play, but she hit me perfectly.
“With this much, about 1.8 million, it should be fine. Let's proceed with the payment.”
While saying that, I gestured to the slave trader and handed over the card.
“S, 1.8 million? Hmph, I understand it's a joke. Anyway, I paid 100 billion.”
The slave trader was struggling to survive.
It seemed like he wanted me to pay 100 billion to make it 10 billion.
His complexion wasn't good, as if he was about to faint from fear.
He probably didn't have the ability to properly calculate right now.
If I nodded vaguely, the Progenitor Mistia, not knowing what was happening, interjected.
“If it's about this lady's price, that should be enough.”
What a good deal, snatching that for 1.8 million.
“It was a good transaction.”
“Haha... What an honor.”
“In the literal sense, I want to buy slaves here again.”
“Um...”
I don't know why he showed slaves if he was this scared.
“Then, the 100 billion will be received next time. 28 billion has been paid. I'll apply a escape prevention magic as a service.”
“Do you think this lady will run away! To try to cast such vulgar magic... Hmph, I have no choice.”
I was confused what kind of plot twist this was.
Anyway, I told the Progenitor Mistia.
“As your master, I command. Shut up.”
“Do you dare to give arbitrary commands to this lady! No matter that you've become her master, you're too arrogant! Do you think you have the qualifications to be my master?”
The Progenitor Mistia was greatly displeased and erupted in anger.
I used the suppression skill on her.
“Kueheheek...”
The beautiful Progenitor Mistia, who was enduring with a humiliated expression of crawling on the floor, was somewhat defeated.
The slave trader, who couldn't bear to look at the sight, flinched, sensing the mana emanating from me.
“Y, you are indeed a great high-level mage. I hope my request wasn't rude.”
“I'm satisfied.”
The Progenitor Mistia seemed sturdy, so she would make a good sex slave.