A Masochist's Oath and the Former Idol's Chains
The next morning after Pinara became Namgung Seojun's sex slave, he summoned Gisohee, Isu-yeon, and even Dmitri to his room to make her known to them.
"Alright, introduce yourself. And explain exactly what you are."
Pinara, clad in a revealing dominatrix outfit that left her breasts and pussy exposed, with vibrators stuffed into both her pussy and asshole, bowed deeply to the women.
"This lowly slave has come to serve Namgung Seojun-nim. I greet the mistresses as well."
Then Pinara explained with her own words precisely what kind of existence she was.
"I am an incurable, severe masochist bitch. Despite that, Namgung Seojun-nim has taken me in. I swore to the gods to serve my master as a sex slave for the rest of my life. And..."
Like a confession in the sacrament of penance, she went on at length about herself before finally turning to reveal the slave brand seared into her ass at the end.
"I am a masochist bitch who has dedicated everything to her master. Please take good care of me."
As Pinara finished speaking, Gisohee shook her head slowly, Isu-yeon showed no reaction whatsoever, but Dmitri, excited, asked Seojun, "A masochist bitch? I mean, I kinda have that tendency myself..."
Seojun patted Dmitri's ass and replied, "You're a pervert too, but it's a bit different from a heavy case like hers. And you're one of my women anyway."
"Oh yeah?" Dmitri's expression turned a little sly. Then she asked Namgung Seojun, "So, I can play with this bitch whenever I want, right?"
Dmitri, having masochistic tendencies herself, knew better than anyone how to toy with someone like Pinara.
"Sure. But this is a private arrangement. It only applies in my room or tent. Otherwise, treat her as usual."
Namgung Seojun made it crystal clear to his three women and Pinara. They were to act normally day-to-day, with this dynamic only kicking in inside his room or tent.
Gisohee, who had been listening, spoke up. "Seojun-nim, is the talk over? We have that emergency meeting today."
"Yeah, let's go."
With that, Namgung Seojun left the room with Gisohee and Isu-yeon. Pinara started to dress and follow, but Dmitri grabbed her by the hair, stopping her cold.
"Where do you think you're going? The meeting'll be fine without you."
It was an emergency meeting—only those he wanted attended. That's why Dmitri held Pinara back.
Once the three were gone, only Dmitri and Pinara remained in the room.
"Shall we have some fun today?"
Dmitri eyed Pinara with the gaze of a beast, while the heavy masochist bitch Pinara bowed her head in anticipation of whatever new pains and humiliations the day would bring.
Namgung Seojun, Gisohee, and Isu-yeon gathered with the other party members in the inn's dining hall to start the meeting. The topic was addressing the male slaves' sexual frustrations—despite a full week of rest in Yellowstone, they'd decided to acquire one more sex slave.
"Do as hyungnim wishes."
"Agreed."
"It's the right timing to replenish."
All the other party members agreed, so adding a new sex slave was settled easily.
This time, Namgung Seojun headed to the slave market alone. Yellowstone on the 25th floor was a fairly large city, so he planned to browse slowly on his own.
He visited a slave auction house and was flipping through the slave merchandise pamphlet when he spotted something special.
Huh? Shin Miyun... She's that celebrity.
Among the auction items listed, one was a nameless idol he'd seen back on Earth. When Namgung Seojun had been on Earth, he'd worked at an advertising agency. He'd met all sorts of people, including plenty from the entertainment industry. The real celebrity world was far dirtier, more primal, and blatant than it appeared from the outside.
Among the female celebrities he'd encountered, Shin Miyun stood out as having a genuinely good personality. He'd worked with her group—a flop idol act—for a small ad gig, and she'd thrown herself into it with hard work and positivity.
But her future hadn't been bright. After struggling as a nobody idol without success, she'd committed suicide. The rumors afterward said the agency president had forced her into prostitution, leading to depression that drove her to it. A common yet uncommon dark side of the industry.
For some reason, his eyes lingered on her name from that past connection. He decided he had to meet Shin Miyun.
Namgung Seojun approached the auction house manager.
"Can I preview the slaves up for tomorrow's auction?"
The manager gave him an odd look, but after slipping a gold coin into his pocket, Seojun added, "Just a quick peek—I wanna see the real thing."
"Ahem... I'll put you in the holding warehouse for the slaves. But no touching the slaves or the cages. Magic alarms will go off."
The manager led him to the slave holding warehouse. Over a hundred cages lined the space. The front ones were empty, so Seojun went deeper.
The rear cages held the slaves. He scanned the signs on the cages until he found her name way in the back.
Inside the small cage, Shin Miyun huddled with her head buried in her knees.
Seojun called out, "Shin Miyun-ssi."
No response; she kept her head down.
"Shin Miyun-ssi, it's Namgung Seojun. Remember me?"
At that, she looked up, saw him, and said, "Wait... Are you Namgung the assistant manager?"
"Yeah, I was an assistant back on Earth."
It had been five years, but she recognized him instantly. He activated God's Eye to check her status window.
She's clearly an upper-class dancer and a solid sex slave.
As he looked at her, Shin Miyun shyly tugged at the scant cloth barely covering her vital spots and said, "I never imagined meeting you again here in the Tower World, Namgung assistant manager. You really looked out for our group back then. I was so grateful."
"I never expected to run into you here either."
Seojun sat down in front of her cage and asked, "Mind if I hear what happened?"
At his question, Shin Miyun recounted her story—from her death back on Earth to her life in the Tower World.
From a young age, she'd dreamed of being a singer and chased it relentlessly. She finally debuted as an idol with a small agency after great hardship, but her group flopped. The real problem wasn't the lack of popularity, though. The president—a former gangster—forced her and the other members into prostitution, throwing huge sums of money at clients until she had no choice but to sell her body.
The endless prostitution continued, with no plans even for a next album. In that hell, depression led her to suicide.
Even in death, she was bound for hell because of the suicide. But by some luck, she entered the Tower World instead.
Life there wasn't smooth either. She survived the group tutorial unscathed and graduated the academy, but on the 6th floor, thieves targeted her beauty and forcibly enslaved her as a 1st Class Slave. It was tough, but she worked hard as a sex slave, got pregnant, gave birth, and escaped slavery after two years.
But her ordeals didn't end. Desperate to survive, she took a dancer job and hustled, only to get scammed again and fall into 2nd Class Slavery.
As a 2nd Class Slave, Shin Miyun had given up everything, rolling as a sex slave until she ended up here.
Having heard her tale, Namgung Seojun thought it over.
I should judge objectively, right?
Fortunately, his Super Sense agreed, and he made her an offer.
"Our party is looking for one more sex slave. And what I want from a sex slave is simple: take good care of our party members."
"......"
Shin Miyun felt a twinge of disappointment. Because of their Earth connection, she'd opened up about her past. What she needed was an old acquaintance to vent to—not a master.
Her life as a hopeless 2nd Class Slave held nothing but despair anyway. She'd been planning to endure until she naturally died.
"I'll buy you."
"Do whatever."
Her cold reply prompted him to dangle a tempting fruit.
"I'm a candidate apostle of the Lord God. So I plan to eventually free any slaves I buy."
Her eyes flickered at the word free.
"Work hard in our party for a set period, fulfill your role, and you'll be freed from slavery."
He'd always intended to free slaves long-term if they performed well, regardless. His Super Sense approved giving this opportunity to someone she somewhat knew. After all, she just needed to nail the sex slave role.
"Are... are you giving me a chance?"
He nodded at her desperate tone.
"Fulfill your role as Miyun-ssi diligently, and I'll give you that chance."
Bowing her head, she replied, "Thank you for the opportunity, Master. I'll work hard."
Her resolve was set.
Leaving the warehouse, Namgung Seojun went straight to the mid-level manager and paid the upper limit of 100 gold for her on the spot. A bit pricey for a 2nd Class Slave, despite her good looks, talents, and skills.
Still, when he brought Shin Miyun back to the lodging, all the men cheered.
"Whoa, she's gorgeous."
"New sex slave? Jackpot!"
"Master put some real thought into this one."
With a charm stat of 73, the former idol's porcelain milky skin was irresistibly alluring to anyone.
Kim Hoon, beaming the widest, shouted, "New 2nd Class sex slave! Can't skip the initiation rite!"
At his words, her initiation began immediately. The men dragged her to Kim Hoon's room, stripping her bare in moments.
"Oh, nice! Killer body!"
"That skin... insane. Like actual milk."
"Kinda bummed the pussy and nipples are dark, though."
As the regular party members appraised her body, his male slaves prepared the rite on their own.
"Got the brand and piercings ready."
"First initiation's gotta be the brand, right? Pussy mound or ass?"
"Pierce those dark nipples too?"
"Clit and labia as well."
Centered on Kim Hoon, the men debated how to mark her body, while Shin Miyun, figuring it was just standard 2nd Class Slave fare, emptied her mind and watched.
All night, she endured the men. By morning, piercings adorned her erogenous zones, and a "new slave" brand was seared onto her pussy mound.
With the sex slave slot filled, they prepared to resume exploration when Kim Hoon dropped new news.
"Seojun hyungnim, I got a job."
Kim Hoon's class was Merchant—a production job. He'd stay with the party until he found employment, and now he'd landed a good spot in this city.
Namgung Seojun looked regretful as they talked.
"Where at?"
"Suseong Merchant Company—they operate mainly on the 25th, shuttling between the 10th and 40th floors."
And a solid position too.
"Got a mid-management role. Monthly salary's 10 gold. Checked with the info guild—solid history and tradition."
Kim Hoon had scored stable, well-paid work.
"Congrats, for real."
Namgung Seojun shook his hand sincerely as a farewell gesture. Kim Hoon accepted awkwardly, then said offhandedly, "I don't think this is the end of our paths. Grow as a merchant. Next chance I get, I'll... serve you properly."
Kim Hoon got the implication and grinned. "Hyungnim'll probably outgrow me. Might meet again when you do."
Thus, Kim Hoon's departure was settled.
That night, a massive party erupted.
"Drink up! Drink!"
"Congrats, Kim Hoon!"
"Cheers to you!"
"Best of luck as a merchant, Kim Hoon-ssi."
They rented the inn dining hall, from regular members to slaves, everyone celebrating Kim Hoon's new job. Namgung Seojun joined, drinking with the party for the first time in ages.
By dawn, most had stumbled drunk to their rooms. As he rose to leave, Kim Hoon grabbed him.
"Hyungnim..."
Drunk and honest, Kim Hoon confessed, "Can... can I stay in the party?"
Surprised but straightforward, Seojun replied, "If that's what you want, of course."
Slurring through the alcohol, Kim Hoon voiced his thoughts. Everyone had grown. From the group tutorial, all his comrades had become solid combatants, pillars of the party. But he remained the same. Porter in the tutorial, porter at training camp, porter now.
He'd hidden it behind a cheerful front, but inferiority gnawed at him, pushing him to leave.
Yet as departure loomed, his instincts screamed: Stay with this party—it's your chance.
Torn by conflicting thoughts, Kim Hoon finally asked Namgung Seojun outright, "Can I really stay?"
Seojun answered firmly. "You're valuable. You've done your part in our party—more than you think. And staying means you'll keep contributing."
"Yeah... Guess I can stay then."
Namgung Seojun nodded, and Kim Hoon decided to remain with the party.