Chapter 116
Chapter 116
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 116
Chapter Title: Became the Owner of the Slave Party (9)
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‘I want to live… I can’t die like this…’
An accident born of impatience.
If he’d just been a little more careful,
a little more cautious,
a little more attentive,
it never would have happened.
But a moment’s lapse let an elite-grade lizardman’s attack through, and its rusted spear plunged into Siwoo’s side, shredding his guts.
‘I don’t want to die… I can’t die like this…’
Siwoo sensed death closing in. Time slipped away, carrying him further from life. Yet there was nothing he could do. All he could manage was to replay his past and drown in regret.
‘Subin… damn it, I wanted to show you. I wanted you to see me prove myself…’
But miracles do happen.
The man who’d shocked him so deeply had given Siwoo a chance to live.
“…You still want to live, right?”
There was a catch—he’d have to become the man’s slave. But that beat dying. He had to see her again. He couldn’t stop here.
In the end, Siwoo accepted the condition.
The man grinned wickedly and extended a hand to him.
“…Hah! Haah… where am I?!”
“Where else? My place. Guess pumping those stats paid off—you came to quicker than I expected. It’s been less than ten minutes since the healing finished.”
“…Ah! The wound, it’s really gone! Thank you!”
Siwoo, who’d passed out right after seeing the notification that he’d become a slave, finally snapped back to awareness. When he sat up, the wounds that had nearly killed him were completely healed.
He touched his unscarred side and truly felt alive.
“You’re my slave now. Couldn’t just let you die.”
“Ugh… do I have to call you ‘Master’ like Ellis does?”
“Fuck that, it’s creepy. Just call me like you normally would.”
“…Got it.”
But he couldn’t exactly celebrate. On the brink of death, he hadn’t taken it seriously, but becoming a slave was a bigger deal than he’d imagined.
For starters, he might have to do things he didn’t want under the man’s orders. Crimes like murder or rape. Judging by how he treated Ellis, the guy was perfectly capable of demanding something utterly immoral.
And his freedom was gone. Even if he reunited with her, there was no guarantee he could stay by her side. He might have to stick to this guy forever, whenever he wanted.
‘Hoo…’
Still, he was alive. Better than dead, Siwoo told himself to console his nerves.
“By the way, I lied to you about a bunch of stuff.”
But the man’s words kept chipping away at Siwoo’s resolve.
“Healing taking a full day? Bullshit. You were out longer than the actual treatment. Oh, and that giant croc? Already took it down. On the first day, no less.”
“…Wh-what?! What the hell are you talking about?!”
“What’s the problem? Even if it’s true, it worked out for you, didn’t it? You got an extra day to get stronger. No risk of getting hurt by that croc either.”
“That’s… true, but. What about trust…?”
Siwoo, barely back on his feet mentally, reeled from the revelation. Becoming the man’s slave had partly hinged on those conditions. And they were all lies… But like the man said, no harm done. His head throbbed at the contradiction.
“Listen up.”
“Yes…”
“When you get dragged into a shitty place like this, the only one you can trust is yourself. Never buy what others say—they could lie anytime. Trustworthy comrades? Fuck that. You saw it yourself. Your ‘comrades’ killing each other in the coliseum.”
But there are people you can trust. Slaves like you and Ellis. They can’t betray me. That’s why my class is ‘Master,’ and why I make slaves.
Like you said last time, no one can handle every threat alone. Humans need comrades. But untrustworthy ones? Worse than going solo. Got it?”
“……I get what you mean…”
The man sighed at Siwoo’s response, lecturing him like a nagging parent.
His story—making slaves to build a team—sounded absurd on the surface. But the man’s rare sincerity, combined with Siwoo’s fragile state after cheating death, shook him deeply.
Maybe, after endless betrayals from those he’d trusted completely, Siwoo was drawn to the man’s words more than most.
“You can build trust once you’re sure they won’t betray you. Like now. From here on, I’ll only tell you the truth. No need to lie anymore.”
“…Understood.”
“I just confessed all my lies and even my class to you. Using you as a slave and earning your trust are separate. Take the day off and think it over. Comrade or slave?”
“But… why me? I’ve failed nonstop since coming here. I’m a loser…”
In the end, Siwoo was convinced. But it still didn’t add up.
The guy had everything he lacked. Why need a comrade like him? Wouldn’t he just get used and discarded again?
Siwoo was scared. He’d fought desperately since arriving in this world, but back-to-back failures had crushed his self-esteem. Now he wondered if he was still just a ‘foolish idiot’ here too, self-loathing gnawing at him.
“You’re worth it. You just think differently, but you’ve got conviction—you step up and act first. Not like those idiots who just follow the crowd. A comrade who takes initiative? That’s solid.”
But the man acknowledged him.
He, who’d worked harder than anyone here, valued Siwoo. An inexplicable thrill washed over him.
It felt like reward for all his efforts.
Ugh, fuck. Thought I was gonna puke from the disgust.
Why’s he making that face when it’s just two guys talking? Is he actually insane?
Talked the whole time on the verge of vomiting, but my superhuman patience held it together. Proud of myself, honestly.
“Hoo…”
Why endure that crap? Simple. For the NTR. Just stealing the heroine isn’t enough.
To hit a high rank, I need to hit the protagonist harder. Quick quiz: Getting NTR’d by someone you trust, or by an enemy—which hurts more?
Dunno, varies by person maybe. But I say the first. There’s that saying: ‘Expectations breed betrayal.’
Show Siwoo, who trusts me, some NTR action? Oh yeah, at least A-rank. Betrayal, self-loathing, rage, inferiority—he’ll drown in negative emotions and break.
For that, this nausea’s nothing.
Heh, can’t wait for what’s next.
“Haaang… Master, haa… heung…”
“Haaaang!”
After healing Siwoo and wrapping up the final hunt over the day, I waited with the survivors in the village square for the fairy.
When she didn’t show, I killed time groping Ellis.
Didn’t expect us to kill the croc? Time’s up, but she’s not here for cleanup. Tough luck, fairy.
By the way, Ellis and I joined Siwoo’s group. More precisely, we’re co-leading it now. Instead of revealing I enslaved him, we announced we teamed up since our goals align.
I’ll play it cool here and target any heroines Siwoo hooks up with later. Genius plan, right? Had to admire myself.
“Haa… Master, touch me there too… heut, haang…!”
“Yes, there, heut, haa… ah, that feels so gooood…”
My slave slots are at 2/3 now—killing the croc expanded them. Filling them up unlocks a new skill and more slots. So, first heroine I meet gets the Collar of Submission, straight to slave.
Of course, without Siwoo around. Heh, imagining his face when he finds out cracks me up.
“Heuht?! Ah, slurp, haa… Master, hehe… smooch.”
To keep a straight face, I pulled Ellis in for a kiss. She naturally slid a hand down to stroke my dick. Sharp learner—never forgets what she’s taught.
“Heung…! Ah, haa… Masteeer…”
As thanks, I pinched both her nipples. Her expression shifted. Like they flipped her arousal switch.
“EVE-RY-ONE! This concludes the Second Tutorial!”
Too bad—the fairy showed up before we could go further.
“Never dreamed you’d take down the croc boss! Impressive. Can’t wait for the next tutorial!”
Yeah, no way the tutorial ends without a heroine encounter.
NTR time’s almost here.