Slave Party Members
Firenze, the city at the entrance to the 8th floor, bore the nickname "Ceiling City." The reason was simple: it was the last official city within the safe zone of the first 10 floors. Naturally, Firenze boasted a massive population and urban scale. Even the inn district was packed with countless inns and shops, bustling with people coming and going.
At a small outdoor café table in the inn district sat a man and a woman, sipping drinks with slightly worried expressions as they talked. It was Namgung Seojun and Gisohee.
"We need to prepare thoroughly, right?"
Gisohee's words drew a nod from Seojun.
The party had struggled to reach the 8th floor. But the real challenge lay ahead: getting from the 8th to the 10th. Yesterday, upon arriving at the temple, the priest had shared some crucial information.
'No cities or villages past this one all the way to the 10th floor?'
'Yes, that's correct. No official cities or villages. There might be some pioneer settlements that don't worship gods, but officially, none exist.'
The trek from Firenze to the 10th floor averaged 30 days—a vast distance with nowhere to rest. The priest had called it the "first trial section." Only parties that could traverse it safely earned passage to the 10th floor trial.
As the leader facing his first long-haul expedition, Seojun's head throbbed. At least the temple offered substantial support.
Moments later, a man approached their table.
"Namgung Seojun? Gisohee?"
"Yes, that's us."
He extended a hand for shakes and introduced himself. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Chao Ts'uen, your assigned consultant."
To maximize climbers' success, the temple provided dedicated advisors. The trio chatted over drinks.
"Your first long haul, huh? Thirty days is a breeze, though. Sounds annoying, but later stretches can take six months—or a full year. Start adapting now."
"No need to stockpile water this time; valleys and lakes pop up often. With luck, you might even run into a traveling merchant caravan."
"You could stumble on pioneer villages, but they're insular—no visitors welcome. Even if they let you in, without divine oversight, they're riskier than the wilds. Assume none exist."
"Standard party size is 20: 12 combatants, 4 porters, 4 sex slaves. Add two pack mules."
"Only six members now? Impressive you've made it this far. But you need reinforcements. Merge temporarily with another party, hire adventurers, or—if you've got the coin—buy slaves."
Chao Ts'uen shared plenty more. Seojun and Gisohee learned far beyond what the info guild offered.
After the consult, they returned to their lodging. Planning a long stay, they'd rented a small house for the month. Entering, they heard it immediately.
"Hah! Ah!!!"
A woman's moans echoed.
"You're cumming!" Kim Hoon grinned brightly, his hand pistoning relentlessly.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ah! Aah! Ah... please! Stop! Ah!!"
Kim Hoon was ruthlessly plunging a massive dildo into Yuki's pussy. She lay naked and bound to the living room table. Clamps bit painfully into her huge tits' nipples, while anal beads stretched her ass halfway in. Her pussy took the dildo's savage assault.
He was training her pussy into a "rubber hole." Since arriving, he'd tormented her nonstop with it.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ahh... Ah! Ah!"
Yuki climaxed. Her cunt squirted like a water gun; her body convulsed.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ugh... ugh... hnggg..."
Despite it, Kim Hoon's pounding rolled her eyes back. She was half-unconscious.
"Wake up, you bitch!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
He slapped her cheeks mercilessly until pain snapped her awake. She begged.
"Please... stop! Please!!"
But this was routine. He kept ramming the dildo.
"Aaaah!!!"
Unable to endure, Yuki screamed. Blood trickled from her pussy—the entrance torn.
"Oops."
Only then did Kim Hoon pull out. He sprinkled a potion on her gash.
"Ah... ah! Ah..."
Healing pain drew more moans. He smacked her ass.
Smack! Smack!
"Hurry up and turn that pussy to rubber, slut. Or it's dildo city forever."
This was a standard hazing for 2nd-class slaves: repeated dildo destruction and potions to toughen the pussy naturally.
"Hic... sob... sob..."
Yuki sobbed. It changed nothing. Kim Hoon resumed pounding.
Gisohee, watching, chimed in. "Don't trash the living room. Clean as you go."
Not pity—just annoyance at the mess.
"Got it! I'll be careful!"
Kim Hoon quipped playfully. Seojun and Gisohee headed upstairs to their second-floor room.
Soon, they summoned the party for a strategy meeting.
"No cities or villages past this one to the 10th floor. We'll push straight through 8 and 9—about 30 days."
He outlined the schedule briefly. Faces hardened at the long expedition.
"Follow my prep orders, but we must recruit more members."
He explained scaling up and methods. Jo Jaehun spoke first.
"Let's recruit. Six is too lean long-term."
Standard view. Other parties ran 8-10; theirs was tiny.
But leader Seojun disagreed. "Can we trust outsiders?"
"Hence contracts..."
"Even divine contracts aren't foolproof. Can't write every clause perfectly. And like Yuki, they can still violate recklessly—unless it's a god-backed oath like mine and Iguho's."
"Plus, we're on a linked quest. No room for randos."
Silence at the quest mention.
Lee Guho and Kim Hoon asked, "So? How do we recruit?"
"Merging parties? Nah. Then... slaves?"
"Exactly. We'll buy slaves."
All agreed with his firm stance. Slaves it was.
Next morning, Seojun led slave-buying, with Gisohee and Jo Jaehun as backup. They hit Firenze's outskirts slave market early.
It was huge—parties like theirs bulk-buying for the 10th-floor push.
Touts swarmed.
"Combat slaves? Porters? Sex slaves?"
"Combat specialist! Cheap and quality—come see!"
"Everything you want! Browse!"
"Porter pros! 1st- and 2nd-class—buy now!"
The market was human commodification. Combat slaves flexed muscles; porters hauled giant packs. Sex slaves wore skimpy outfits, flaunting assets to lure buyers. 2nd-class were livestock—naked, chained, displayed.
The group felt awkward but stayed stone-faced, scanning. Seojun eyed slaves with God's Eye.
Pretty uniform.
Most hovered levels 10-15: low-tier talents/skills, mostly summoned.
Passing shops, Jo Jaehun spotted one. "Leader! Temple-certified shop."
Temple seal on the sign. They entered the clean, certified store.
A clerk approached. "What are you shopping for?"
Seojun told Jo Jaehun, "Grab porters here. I'll handle combats."
"Yes. I'll scout good ones."
Clerk pivoted quick. "Combats over there—pick from variety. Porters with me."
Jo Jaehun split off. Seojun and Gisohee toured combats with their clerk.
"This beauty has Presence Concealment. Level 11, low Agility talent. Combat or sex slave."
She was hot: pretty face, killer body, barely-there outfit screaming sex appeal. Great for green adventurers wanting dual-use.
But God's Eye revealed trash stats, useless talents beyond Agility. Her skill? Useless against Seojun's god-tier Super Sense.
No good.
"Like her?" Gisohee eyed warily.
Seojun chuckled cutely, petting her head. "Pass. Next."
Clerk pegged him as no horny noob. More combats followed: dealers, guards, ranged—mostly warriors/archers, varied weapons/talents/stats.
None wowed Seojun...
"Fresh gambler-turned-slave adventurer girl. Low level, but cute swordswoman with talent. Less than a year as 1st-class."
Seeing her in undies, she muttered "Damn" and looked away.
"Know her?"
Gisohee nodded. "Training camp buddy."
Dmitri was a training camp classmate with the pair—a stunning Russian beauty. But a total psycho swordswoman.