The Harsh Reality of Sex Slaves
During the rest period, Gisohee began grumbling to Namgung Seojun.
"Seojun! What do we do? Luck... we're screwed."
Lee Guho, sitting nearby, chimed in. "Mine's alchemy. No idea how to even use a trait like that."
The two vented their worries about their respective traits, and Seojun reassured them that they were decent ones.
Once the break ended, the priest and instructor entered the training hall.
"Afternoons are normally for combat training, but today we've got some special adaptation lessons added."
The priest then explained various aspects of the Tower World to the adventurers. The focus this time was on things Earth-born adventurers struggled to grasp—like gender roles and the slave system.
"Adventurers and humans in general will live their entire lives in the prime bodies of their early twenties here in the Tower World."
"And as you're probably noticing already, both men and women have stronger libidos than back on Earth. The Goddess views human sexual desire and the urge to reproduce as perfectly natural."
"Pregnancy and childbirth are the greatest blessings. Have lots of sex, bear many children. This is also the will of the gods."
"Women who struggle to obtain special classes can earn merit points through childbirth, then use those points to buy skills and land a good class. The temples handle childcare, so don't worry—just have kids."
The men were a bit taken aback by the priest's words, but some women's faces filled with dissatisfaction. It sounded like telling incapable women to just pop out babies—and that's exactly what it meant.
The explanation of slavery that followed shocked them even more.
"The Tower World has slaves. It's a system recognized by the gods themselves."
The priest detailed the slave system.
"You can become a slave through crimes, bad contracts, breaking contracts, or massive debts. Or if you lose a field battle, you become the victor's slave."
Battle defeats accounted for the overwhelming majority, though the priest didn't mention that.
"Slaves are divided into combat slaves, production slaves, and sex slaves."
Combat and production slaves were as expected, but the term "sex slaves" made the women flinch. They'd experienced it in the group tutorial too—this was a world where strength meant survival. The word "sex slave" hit like harsh reality.
"Combat and production slaves do exactly what their names imply. Sex slaves, whether male or female, provide sexual service to the opposite sex. And for female sex slaves, pregnancy and childbirth follow."
"....."
As the adventurers fell silent, the priest continued.
"If you become a slave, whatever you're imagining now... it'll be worse. You'll face miserable treatment. So always be careful not to end up one."
Finally, the priest touched on hope for slaves.
"The Goddess understands humans make mistakes and tries to accommodate even those. So first-time slaves receive her mercy. Usually, after a set period of slave service or childbirth, you're freed."
The problem was slaves who got freed and then enslaved again.
"But second-time slaves—what we call 2nd Class Slaves—get no more mercy. You'll be slaves for life. So be really careful."
He'd informed them slaves got one chance, but a second meant no hope. Every adventurer in the room now thought the same: never become a slave.
The priest finished and left first. The instructor stepped forward.
"You all hear that lecture? The slave system is a really important part."
"...."
Looking at the silent newbies, the instructor thought, I didn't get it at first either, then said, "Time to see it with your own eyes."
The instructor bellowed, "Come in!"
The door opened, and people entered under another instructor's guidance. The moment Namgung Seojun saw them, he knew.
Ah, sex slaves.
The women were dolled up pretty, but it wasn't just makeup—their outfits were the key. "Seojun, their clothes are see-through," Gisohee whispered.
Just as she said, the outfits revealed everything inside. Tops so thin even their nipples showed, bottoms so sheer their pubic hair was visible—clearly marking them as whores.
The three women's styles varied, but the transparency was universal. Standing exposed before dozens, smiling casually, they screamed sex slaves.
"Even the guys look embarrassed." Gisohee blushed.
The male sex slaves who entered with them were just as blatant. Slightly effeminate but handsome enough. More than anything, in just panties, the outline of his impressive package was obvious.
Seojun whispered to Gisohee, "Looks like he's packing. What do you think?"
"Pfft, no thanks. Yours is better anyway."
Seojun stroked her head.
The entrance of male and female sex slaves wasn't the end.
"Whoa."
Someone gasped. The next three women crawled in naked like dogs, collars around their necks.
"Collars on people?"
"No way!"
"Whew! Nice!"
The instructor smirked at the reactions.
"What you're seeing are the slaves from the lecture—sex slaves, specifically."
He lightly kicked the crawling women's asses. "And these bitches aren't human. They're 2nd Class Slaves. Tools."
2nd Class Slaves aren't human—the words lingered.
Once all 1st and 2nd Class Slaves were in, the instructor lined them up center stage for more explanation.
"As you heard, 1st Class Slaves are people who messed up once. Protected by the God of Gifts and the Goddess. Serve a set period or meet criteria, and you're back to normal."
He addressed one 1st Class Slave. "Mau, care to tell these new adventurers about 1st Class life?"
Mau, an Eastern beauty with a small face and pale skin, wore a sheer cheongsam. She bowed with clasped hands, Chinese-style.
"I'm 1st Class Slave Mau, a sex slave. My duty is to pleasure you all."
Her expression turned serious as she shared her story. "I was a combatant—a shieldbearer despite my small frame. Climbed the tower as an adventurer, got caught in trouble, became a slave, and ended up as a sex slave."
She smiled through it. "I chose sex slave myself. Production slave didn't suit my skills, combat was too risky. Sex slave was safe... and I like sex anyway."
To highlight her flexibility—her selling point—she lifted one leg onto the podium, splitting wide. "Ooh!!"
Her pussy and asshole were fully exposed, but she boasted proudly. "I'm super flexible, any position. Great technique, tight grip too! Visit often—I'll give you the best time. And I'm entering fertile period soon. Anyone wanna breed me? Extra welcome."
True pro whore, she wrapped up her sales pitch.
The room heated up. Men cheered, women blushed silent. Her display stirred lust in everyone—Tower World entry boosted health and libido for all.
"Ha..."
Gisohee worried as a woman—what if she ended up like that? But memories of hot nights with Seojun aroused her too. He noticed.
"!.."
He guided her hand under the desk to his crotch. Already hard and hot.
She glanced around, slipped her hand into his pants. Rub... rub...
She fondled his cock; he slid into her pants. "!!"
She glared, but his fingers reached her pussy, kneading away. They pleasured each other unnoticed—everyone fixated on the sex slaves.
To show 2nd Class reality, the instructor ordered, "Now, 2nd Class intros. Stand up."
The three 2nd Class women rose naked. "Ooh!" "Ah..."
Some cheered, others stared shocked. Not at the nudity—their bodies bore 2nd Class sex slave marks: tattoos, piercings, brands everywhere.
"2nd Class Slaves are objects. Owners toy with them." He pointed to piercings on one's tits and nipples. "Piercings, tattoos, brands... even worse sometimes. But no one cares—it's just stuff."
Looking skyward: "No god protects them."
He hammered it home: 2nd Class are objects.
Male newbies peaked at the thought of using one now. Judging success, the instructor continued.
"Time for stories from these 2nd Class toilet slaves."
He smacked the most recent 2nd Class woman's ass. Smack. "Introduce yourself. No—answer properly, tool. Name and history."
She bowed politely. "I was once called Ichika, a sex slave who's been in the tower 16 years."
Exposing her misery before newbies, she choked up. The instructor snapped, "Tools don't cry."
"Yes."
She held back tears. "How'd a dumb bitch like you end up enslaved?"
"I scammed. Seduced an academy classmate like a gold digger, borrowed money, ran. Got caught, became 1st Class. Suffered 10 years to freedom, but as an adventurer again, broke a contract—now 2nd Class."
The instructor added, "So now she's a non-human tool. Training camp toilet—takes any cock in every hole."
She sobbed, "Please, new adventurers, don't mess up like me. God saved me once, but greed brought me back. If I had another chance, I'd never... Lord of Gifts, Goddess, give me one! You all! Cum in me! Impregnate me! Please!"
She begged forgiveness. A kick shut her up.
Intros done, the instructor dropped the big one. "You can use these sex slaves—and others training here."
"Whoa!!! Yoo-hoo!"
"Jackpot!"
"Best!!"
Men went wild. He calmed them. "1st Class need agreement or payment—use merit shop points from training."
Motivation carrot.
"2nd Class are tools—use anytime. Toilet 2nds go to male dorm 1F bathrooms. For privacy, some in 1F rooms, rotate use."
"2nds here are lucky. Goddess-run camp gives chances—two births frees them. Using them saves them. Breed a lot."
To the women: "Ladies need a free male 2nd? Looks not guaranteed, but available."
He acknowledged female lust too. But he knew men's was stronger—women rarely asked.
Explanations over, he said, "Details in the bulletin," and exited with slaves.
Everyone buzzing, but Seojun and Gisohee burned hotter.
"S-Seojun... please..."
She'd cum quietly to his fingers multiple times—couldn't hold out.
Seojun took her to the 2F bathroom. Others headed to cafeteria; empty...
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ah! Ahhng. Ah!! Seojun! Seojun... Master Seojun, it feels so good! Ah!!"
Her moans and wet slaps echoed. It went on for a good while...