The 12-Gold Slave with Charm 40
Slave party member—charm 40, six-year contract, and a presumed virgin for the bargain price of just 12 gold!
Namgung Seojun took the paper and examined the female slave, at which point the merchant, seizing his chance, launched into his sales pitch.
"This slave might not look polished now, but she's got charm over 40—a real gem. And though she hasn't said it herself, she's presumed to be a virgin. And!"
The merchant kept rattling off only the positives, but the problem was the woman in leather armor, who looked utterly unmotivated.
"I don't want to become a sex slave."
That was the leather-armored woman's first words.
1st Class Slaves had the right to choose their role. Combat, porter, sex slave—whatever job they picked, it was their call.
"Now, now! No need to worry. She's been on the block as a combat slave for five months without a buyer, so the temple's already processed her conversion to sex slave."
While 1st Class Slaves could choose their roles, if the slave merchant reported no sales, the temple would sometimes force a change. This woman had been switched from warrior to sex slave against her will.
But Namgung Seojun found her intriguing.
👤 Name:Lee Suyeon
📊 Level:12 | Exp:300/1200
⭐ Fame:220 | Merit Points:750
🏷️ Race:Human | Status:Summoned
💼 Job:None (1st Class Slave) | Achievements:1 ▼(Details)
⛪ Religion:None | Religious Status:None
🏛️ Affiliation:None | Group Status:None
🎭 Traits:'Intelligence' + 6 others ▼(Details)
(C) Intelligence | (C) Charm | (C) Sense | (C) Dexterity
(P) Eternal Youth | (P) Effort | (P) Blind Obedience
🛠️ Skills:'Hide Traces' + 5 others ▼(Details)
Rare:Hide Traces (A)
Normal:Trap Detection (A) | Thrust (A) | Presence Detection (A) | Dagger Throw (A) | Mercenary Dagger Arts (P)
Basic:Mana Recovery (P)
❤️ HP:1000/1000 | 🔮 MP:1000/1000
🛡️ Health:100/100
📈 Total Stats:53(+24) | Remaining:0
💪 Strength:9(+1) | 🏃 Agility:16(+1)
🧠 Intelligence:9(+11) | 😍 Charm:23(+21)
Current Thoughts:I really hate this.
'Her stats are high in charm, so she's obviously valuable as a sex slave. But seven traits? And Effort?'
Effort was a rare trait. And it was good in all sorts of ways.
'The Mercenary Dagger Arts skill must be from Effort, right?'
But she had one more special trait.
'Blind Obedience? That's...'
It was Namgung Seojun's first time hearing of it, but his Super Sense kept giving him a special vibe about it. An incredibly good one.
Lee Suyeon had only low-grade traits and normal skills, but those two basic traits alone gave Seojun a constant feeling that she was too good.
Namgung Seojun asked her, "Do you hate becoming a sex slave that much?"
She nodded.
"How about I give you one chance?"
At the word "chance," Lee Suyeon looked up in surprise.
"If you pull your weight in our party, I'll recognize you as a combat member. But if you can't because of the price, I'll have to resell you as a sex slave. Still want to try?"
It was an economic issue. Her 12 gold price was as a sex slave. Combat slaves were priced cheaper. Selling her as a sex slave minimized losses.
"Yes. I understand. I'll do it. I'll work hard no matter what."
And so, Lee Suyeon joined Namgung Seojun's party as a combat slave.
The group wandered the slave market a bit more before heading back to their lodging as evening fell.
At the entrance to their lodging, the slaves they'd bought today—delivered from the slave shop—were waiting.
"Let's all head inside."
They entered the house with the 11 new slaves in tow.
"Agh!!!"
In the living room, Yuki was still getting ravaged by Kim Hoon.
Thwack! Thwack!
"Ahk! Ah! Aaaah!!"
Kim Hoon's cock was pounding into Yuki's pussy, which had lost some of its pink hue and darkened slightly. His hands were busy too.
Crack! Crack!
He mercilessly whipped her huge, luscious breasts—focusing on the nipples. Even as blood trickled from her nipples and the skin around them, he showed no mercy.
"I was wrong! Please!!!"
Yuki kept begging, but Kim Hoon ignored her, continuing his thrusts and lashes as he growled, "Ha... ha... you came."
Sweat poured off him as he shook his hips, making Yuki's body and massive tits jiggle endlessly. Namgung Seojun and Gisohee casually greeted them without a second glance, and the new slaves showed little reaction too—it was just a typical scene of tormenting a 2nd Class Slave.
"Wash up first. Men use the 1st-floor bathroom, women the 2nd-floor one. Once you're clean, I'll assign rooms."
"Yes."
The slaves moved quickly at Seojun's command.
In 20 minutes, everyone was clean and out. Namgung Seojun assigned them rooms two per room.
"Unpack in your rooms and come to the dining room."
"Yes."
The slaves were fast again. They unpacked in a flash and gathered in the small dining room next to the living room, where they met the existing party members already waiting.
"These are the slaves joining our party starting today."
At Seojun's words, the veterans clapped.
"They're slaves, but most are still 1st Class under the goddess's protection. Don't go too hard on them. If you're unsure how to treat them, think of them like subordinates from the military where rank gaps are huge."
"Hyungnim? I did public service, so no clue."
Lee Guho's comment drew snickers from the slaves, but Namgung Seojun saw it as good vibes and said, "New recruits—you know our party member hates that word, so I'll call you newbies. Think military. A bit? No, very unfair military. But I'll make sure no major issues arise."
"Yes!"
The temp cook brought out food, and everyone ate together. The mood was awkward during the meal, so once the slave class finished, Seojun sent them to their rooms. Only regular party members remained.
"Party's filled out. 11 combat, 3 porters, 4 sex slaves."
They'd reached standard party size. Everyone approved of Seojun's judgment.
"Just need one more guard here?"
Even that suggestion got nods. With so many non-combatants, one guard stabilized things.
They discussed party ops more.
Three days later, Namgung Seojun's party roamed around Firenze village for 8th-floor field adaptation training when they ran into a lizardman pack and fought.
"Hold the formation!"
At leader Namgung Seojun's order, the guards centered on Jo Jaehun and Kim Hoon maintained a circular enclosure. Attackers, porters, and sex slaves stayed safe inside.
"Attackers, keep hitting!"
No sooner had Seojun spoken than Lee Guho's spell burst out.
Boom!
A Firebolt exploded, and Gisohee along with Wang Zehong and Kayou fired arrows at the right moments. With more members, attackers like Lee Guho could focus better, boosting party firepower and easing hunts.
Battle over.
Still, the slaves eyed Namgung Seojun warily. No casualties, but he wouldn't be satisfied.
And his reprimand came right on cue.
"Lee Suyeon!"
At Namgung Seojun's shout, tail-slack Lee Suyeon rushed to him.
"What the fuck? You slacking on your role? What are you?"
"Tail-slack..."
"You know daggers! How many times have I said attack from inside the formation? Tail-slack roles differ inside versus outside! Are you retarded? Stupid? Do it right!"
Lee Suyeon hung her head, getting chewed out.
But Seojun's anger didn't stop.
"Jaehun-ssi, Gaku's shieldwork is too sloppy. Very much so."
Jo Jaehun flinched at Seojun's words and glared at Gaku Ikusa beside him. Gaku was a 1st Class Slave with six years left, only level 14 with mediocre low talents—a so-so guard. But he had fitting Shield Skill and Steadfastness, and Jo Jaehun had advised okay based on skill set, leading to the last buy.
"I'll train him properly!"
Jo Jaehun vowed, and Seojun nodded. Gaku's face fell—Jaehun's training was brutal.
"Gisohee-ssi! I said control the attackers. Wang Zehong and Kayou's archery timing is late."
Gisohee sighed deeply at the critique.
"Their timing wasn't bad this time, though..."
"Better than before, but they need to attack faster, one more time even. A slight delay could kill allies."
Mentioning comrades' lives made Gisohee agree and reteach Wang Zehong and Kayou their timing issues.
Other members were fine this fight. Kim Hoon led porters and sex slaves in solid defense from safe spots, and vet Li Zhangwei balanced offense and defense well.
Finally, Namgung Seojun's gaze landed on Dmitri.
"Dmitri..."
As he approached slowly, Dmitri blurted excuses.
"No, fuck... I dropped the shield... it was a mistake! Mistake!"
As sub-guard and emergency free-roll dealer, Dmitri had dropped her shield this fight, failed defense, retreated inside, and sat out combat.
Namgung Seojun approached stone-faced and kicked her shin hard.
Thud!
"Ugh!"
To her clutching her knee in pain, he snapped, "Drop it one more time, and you're straight to sex slave. Got it?!"
"Y... yeah, got it."
Her tamed demeanor drew a jab from watching Kim Hoon.
"Convert her to sex slave already! Wanna grope those huge tits while fucking her. They'd taste so damn good."
"Shut your dog mouth, you fuck!"
Dmitri ground her teeth, vowing never to become a sex slave.
Thus, Namgung Seojun's party trained by hunting the 8th floor.