1988 - Auction (2)
1988 - Auction (2)
[Lot 1, sold.]
The first auction had ended.
From start to finish, the voice remained consistently stiff and rigid.
It was different from typical auctions where people get overly excited and try to raise the bid however they can.
Because Nabi never tries to drag them down below the level of human beings.
One might think, what's with criminals running a human auction acting all high and mighty?
But there's a reason intertwined with their own history and tradition.
And right now, that's not important.
The first woman would now go to the sponsor's room.
The system was: if the winning bidder gives the okay, the auction ends right there; if they refuse, they only pay a penalty fee and priority is given to the next highest bidder.
[Interview in progress. Estimated time: 5 minutes.]
"Who... huuuh. Did you come to bid on?"
"The woman at the end."
I still don't know her name.
"...That one. A pitiful child, isn't she?"
"In what way?"
"I can't tell you that."
It doesn't really matter.
I can just ask her directly after winning the bid anyway.
"Then again, that's not the important thing. What I'm really curious about isn't the reason or cause, but the guarantee. Can she really handle things as written?"
"Yes. In our judgment, hyaaang-♥"
"Nabi's judgment, huh. In terms of probability?"
"Hyeut, eut, I can't say 100%, but at least over 95%... huuuut!"
A splendid body.
Judging by the texture felt in my hand, it seems she even maintains her pubic hair regularly.
The process of relieving sexual desire through the auction's assistant is absolutely necessary.
Probably not just me, but other members do the same, right?
That way, you can judge the merchandise with a sound mind.
"Huuut!"
Click. Click.
"Kkeuk, heut, euueung♥"
My fingers repeatedly went in and out of her moist pussy beneath her short dress.
"Get on the table."
"Huu-. Yes, uh..."
"With your mouth. Right now, your mouth-pussy is more appealing."
"Understood."
She immediately lay down on an empty spot on the table, draped her neck over the table's edge, and tilted her head back as far as possible.
I stood up and pressed a button on the table.
Ziiiiing-.
After adjusting the table height appropriately, I placed the documents on her stomach.
"Kkeung-. Hhuung-."
Lot number 3.
Not much different from the photo.
I shifted my gaze between the stage and the documents, enjoying the sensation of the gulping, moving throat.
"It's proceeding faster than I thought."
Roughly after two more people were sold.
I released a full load of semen into her throat.
After painting her gulping throat pure white, I, now a sage, could watch the auction again and organize my thoughts.
"It seems the interviews are passing right away."
She continued explaining beside me with mascara running down, creating black tear stains.
I stopped her from trying to fix her makeup.
I really, really liked that tear-stained look.
It felt even more satisfying, like using a dignified noblewoman.
"Next one."
"Yes."
[Final auction.]
Finally.
[Ara Berry. 19 years old. Please refer to page 23 for details.]
Ara Berry.
So that was her name.
Just looking at the contents on the document, it's a very peculiar case.
Being Korean-American is one thing, but.
"But this 'Special Notes'... is this even possible in today's world?"
I pointed at the document and asked.
[Special Notes: Virgin, absolutely no sexual knowledge]
Frankly, does it make sense to reach adulthood without any sex education even once?
"She lived in a boarding school for girls belonging to a Southern fundamentalist church since she was young."
"...That's, somewhat plausible."
Not an entirely impossible story, perhaps.
In the 70s-80s, America was trembling in fear of AIDS.
The West and North were obsessively emphasizing contraception over sex education to children, running campaigns.
The South had long been advocating premarital chastity, taking an incredibly exclusionary stance.
Whatever the method, it's true that management was needed.
Too many precious people were lost to AIDS during this period.
"But still, an adult and yet...?"
"We prevented it."
"You deliberately prevented it?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"The more sexually ignorant a woman is, the greater her value as a commodity."
"Even so, that's a bit much..."
"We merely told her when she asked about methods."
Where on earth are they planning to use the money, going to such lengths to raise her price?
Maintaining a state of ignorance herself, intending to receive direct education from her employer...
"This is one I can't miss."
"..."
[We will begin the auction. The starting bid is pre-tax, $50,000 per month.]
I pressed the button on the table.
"$50,000 per month."
Of course, it couldn't end there.
[$51,000.]
[$52,000.]
[$53,000.]
If you think of it simply as $1,000 per month, it might not seem like much, but this employment is for life.
We don't know how long she'll live, or if the contract will be terminated by mutual agreement, but...
Thinking of that $1,000 being paid every month over decades, it's a very significant bid increase.
"$60,000."
So, what does that matter?
I raised it by $7,000 in one go.
Right now, I might just be a nouveau riche with a mere $3 million in assets and a few million more in stolen goods.
But the future me won't be.
No matter how much the amount I pay her increases, the rate at which my assets grow will be much faster.
[$61,000.]
[$63,000.]
Weeded out the small fry, but there were still quite a few people following.
Well, if she looks like a decent lot in my eyes, she must look the same in others' eyes too.
"$70,000."
I raised the bid once more.
"You know there's a penalty fee even if you cancel, right?"
"If Nabi's judgment is correct, that amount is well worth paying."
How hard is it to find a trustworthy person who won't betray you?
You can't hire them even with tens of millions in annual salary.
In the further future, not even with hundreds of millions.
[$70,000. 10, 9, 8...]
Maybe because I suddenly jumped it up.
Bid submissions stopped all at once.
[5, 4... $72,000.]
[$73,000.]
[$75,000.]
I wish it had just ended there.
As expected, the auction continued.
Thinking about it, the most disadvantaged person here is me.
The opponent's capital is at least tens of millions of dollars, and if high, probably over hundreds of millions.
"$80,000."
"..."
But that doesn't mean I can't compete with them.
They might just be looking for a decent plaything, but that's not the case for me.
I'm looking for a secretary to keep by my side for at least several decades.
This is no time to save money.
[$80,000. 10. 9... $83,000.]
[$83,500.]
[$84,000.]
[$84,500.]
Petty increments of 500.
Seems they're feeling the burden too.
Or maybe they simply think it's overpaying.
Frankly, if you only think about satisfying desires, it's better to call famous models with that money.
The humans following now must have their own reasons.
Like me.
"$85,000."
[$85,500.]
[$86,000. ...10, 9, 8.]
[$86,500. ...10, 9, 8.]
My mouth is getting dry.
I thought I brought plenty of spare money.
They keep raising?
"$90,000."
In terms of annual salary, $1.08 million.
All-in.
I raised it to the limit in one go.
I cannot pay any bid higher than this.
It feels like cold sweat is running down my back.
"Gulp."
I heard the sound of a dry swallow from Madam's throat.
A millionaire in annual salary alone.
Considering the residency screening for Trump Tower, it's by no means a small amount.
No matter how much you like a woman, how common is it for someone to pay a salary on par with a major corporate director?
Perhaps it's a new record even for Club Nabi.
[$90,000, 10, 9, 8... 2, 1. Sold.]
"Phew-."
I let out a sigh of relief.
I think I was more tense than when trading stocks.
The winning bid is $90,000 per month.
It became more expensive than expected, but it doesn't matter.
As long as she suits my taste.
Now it was time to see and decide for myself.
"Ara Berry."
She entered my waiting room and spoke in a blunt voice.
"...Wait a moment."
I raised my hand and rubbed my eyelids.
She's so small?
I knew, but seeing her in person, she's much smaller than I thought.
Height around 140cm (4 feet 7 inches)?
A 51cm difference from me.
Well, they told me in advance, so that's that.
"Madam. Why did you do her makeup like this?"
"Yes?"
"...No. It's nothing."
No matter how much it's Nabi, a honky is still a honky, huh.
From afar, I couldn't tell, but up close, I get it.
That kind of makeup really doesn't suit her appearance.
Thick eyebrows, brown-toned and purple shade makeup specially emphasizing her lips and cheekbones.
They made the person look like some kind of android.
Even if it's a style popular in the 80s, it's too excessive.
"Let's wipe off the makeup first."
"Understood."
Madam hurriedly wiped off Ara's makeup.
"...Umm..."
Watching the makeup being removed, I struggled to suppress the cheer threatening to burst out.
Different from the photo where she looked like a moderately pretty beauty.
Ara Berry was an incredibly beautiful woman.
There is a bit of a youthful look to her, though.
So that's why they gave her typical Western makeup?
To avoid perverts and match popular taste?
Even so.
It was makeup that really didn't suit her.
"You completely abandoned the kid."
Soon, when the makeup was completely removed, those words escaped my lips.
Because she was an unrealistically beautiful woman, among the top few I've seen.
Even an AI-made beauty probably wouldn't be to this degree.
Actresses, idols, models.
I've met quite a few celebrities, but if you asked me to recall a woman prettier than Ara... well.
If only she had a bit more physicality, she'd undoubtedly be number one.
However, overall being too small and having low curvature in chest and pelvis are point deductions.
And the lack of facial expression changes too.
'Just looking at the exterior, I'm satisfied.'
The unexpected beauty is good, but.
That's not the important thing.
The person I'm trying to get is a secretary, someone who won't betray me.
"The option says 'anything.' Just where are you planning to use that money you're earning to go that far?"
"My younger sister's hospital bills."
"What kind of hospital bills cost that much?"
"It's an incurable disease, for a lifetime..."
She slightly lowered her eyes downward.
A sick family.
And a woman throwing herself away for that family.
I like it.
The type that, as long as family is held hostage, or as the price, absolutely won't betray you under normal circumstances.
"I see."
I didn't show a smile.
No matter what, laughing about someone else's illness is a bit much.
Let's just be happy inside.
"I'm looking for someone who won't betray me. Just because I pay that money, how can you prove that you're someone who won't betray me?"
"...Anything."
"Anything?"
"You can cut out my tongue."
"..."
She said it calmly.
This kid's a bit scary?
Why say something so frightening.
The resolve got through, though.