Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: The Obsessive Girl
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"Welcome. A most esteemed guest has arrived."
An orc merchant, about 140 cm tall with green skin and dressed in a formal suit, stroked his white beard.
Despite his appearance, the gold ring on his thick fingers and the various ornaments he wore marked him unmistakably as a dealer who handled goods of considerable value.
"First, the sex slaves you reserved—we've set their order number to 1 just for VIP guests like you, after fending off all those competitors."
"...Sex slaves?"
"Yes. They've been quite popular lately. Unlike maids, these top-grade sex toys are trained here specifically to please their masters, so they never get boring even at night. Who knows? Taking the virginity of that high elf might even cure an incurable disease."
Rachel, who had been listening quietly, let a faint chill creep into her expression.
It was a remark that could easily turn dangerous. But in the end, this was an orc.
There was no point in showing excessive sensitivity by paying it too much mind.
I let his words flow in one ear and out the other as I gazed toward where the sex slaves were kept.
A beastkin with cat ears,
a fallen noble with red hair,
a dark elf with sun-kissed skin, and so on.
They were dressed in provocative outfits, coquettishly purring and striking alluring poses with sultry voices.
But I kept my gaze as calm and serene as Rachel's beside me.
My second brain down there couldn't help but twitch with excitement,
but rationally speaking, I felt no attraction whatsoever.
Even if I used one, it'd just be a one-night fling.
"Is there nothing else?"
My provocative question pierced the slave trader's ears.
The slave trader's eyebrows furrowed sharply as he glared up at me, grinding his molars with a smile plastered only on his face.
He was undoubtedly dozens of years older than me.
"...They're not combat slaves as you ordered, but if we're talking looks alone, there's one left that I'm certain will suit Young Master Ian's tastes perfectly."
"Let's take a look."
The orc rubbed his palms together with a sleazy grin and began walking, gesturing for me to follow.
As I trailed behind him, sullenly eyeing the filthy surroundings,
my eyes met those of a certain girl.
"......"
Eyes like frozen diamonds, sharp as winter frost.
Long, jet-black hair.
Porcelain skin and a bust full of promising potential.
A body shrunken for some unspoken reason, despite her age being just over twenty.
At first, I couldn't quite place her, but the mole at her cleavage, the one under her lip, and the faint one on her inner thigh confirmed it.
To make sure I wasn't mistaken, I rubbed my eyes furiously.
"...What's wrong? Something catch your eye?"
"Customer?"
The orc merchant looked at me strangely, but my mother's gaze didn't even register in my mind.
As suspicion turned to certainty, a thrilling shiver ran down my spine, chilling my back.
Yes. The girl in that slave market was none other than...
The final boss.
Yuria.
Thump, thump, thump.
My heart pounded wildly.
Even Rachel, watching from the side, panicked as the attendants supporting me caught my body just before it hit the ground.
My breathing wouldn't steady.
Carefully, I overlapped Yuria's backstory in my mind thousands of times in mere seconds.
Yuria had been a slave.
I knew this from the flashbacks that appeared when other final bosses met their end.
Her misfortunes and the pains she would endure.
And I, as a reader who knew the future, could prevent it all.
It was also a chance to tame the author-confirmed madwoman of this world.
I didn't know Ian's actions at this point in the story since they weren't detailed,
but this was the slave market where Yuria spent her agonizing days, and the high noble who happened to arrive was me.
A fateful encounter that might never happen again.
I had to make her mine, no matter what.
A burning resolve took root in my chest: I would brainwash her, bend her to my side somehow.
"...I'll take that girl."
The slave trader, who had started walking again, halted abruptly and turned his gaze to Yuria, who was staring blankly out the window with a dazed look.
He tilted his head in confusion.
"Pardon? That girl's been hard to sell to other nobles too... She's a sex slave we were planning to dispose of, so she hasn't received proper training."
"Doesn't matter."
"But she lacks the refinement you desire, and she's not even properly trained in etiquette... Moreover, she's frailer than she looks, so she'd fall short as an attendant or combat maid in more ways than one. If you use her as a sex slave with rough tastes, she might... break right away."
Only good as a sex slave? Hah, what a lunatic.
The original author would have sneered darkly at such words.
Yuria's body had shrunk, and her appearance had changed in various ways.
She was currently suppressing her power by abstaining from blood. The moment she tasted it, she'd be strong enough to tear a dozen knights apart—the greatest talent not just among vampires, but in the entire world. Nobles' etiquette? She'd master it in a week.
I knew the perfect words to convince him.
"65 gold."
"Oh, thank you! Customer, I'll package her up nice and pretty for you."
The orc merchant rubbed his palms together with a beaming smile.
It was a price that could buy a commoner a small house.
The orc's face showed only regret as he snapped it up. But that regret wasn't for the price.
From his perspective, unloading an unsold, worn-out slave at a decent price was a win—he'd take it.
That's when I added one more thing.
"One request."
The merchant, his face blooming with smiles, replied.
Of course he would. I was offering far more than the norm.
But to me and other nobles, it wasn't an exorbitant sum.
And for acquiring the final boss later? It was dirt cheap.
But he had no way of knowing that, blinded by the easy profit, his grin stretched ear to ear.
"What can I help you with, Young Master Ian?"
"Erase all records of that slave arriving here and leaving. And get me the list of previous slave markets she passed through. Do that, and I'll make it 75 gold."
"Hmm... I'd love to ask why, but I suppose you won't tell me. Yes, understood. I'll prepare it quickly."
A merchant doesn't question a deal. That's the rule.
Especially not when such words are added.
Rachel gave a look that said, Is this really necessary?
But on the flip side, her eyes shone with pride—My son is so thorough...—like a mother sending her errand boy off with approval. Dimensional as ever, that woman.
It was a situation that wouldn't be odd to suspect, but the image of the doting Ian let me slip through the iron walls of Rachel like a loophole.
Still, there were a few guards around, so Rachel asked,
"Ian, are you sure about bringing a girl like that in as a sex slave?"
It was just the two of us now.
In the office cluttered with contracts and documents for the slave purchase. From the way she'd waved her hand earlier, she'd put up a sound barrier.
Silence hung in the modest five-pyeong room.
Half suspicion, half worry.
Rachel eyed Yuria's slightly emaciated frame and unfocused gaze, seeing her as a low-grade toy, probably drugged.
To Rachel, she looked no better or worse than a street whore—utterly beneath the Britna family's stature.
Rachel's attitude was justified in the original.
Yuria was being passed off as human, not vampire, and due to her kind nature, she hadn't drunk blood, leaving her extremely weakened.
That caused occasional impulses: drooling from pent-up cravings or staring blankly into space, like earlier.
But I had a response ready for Rachel.
"It's a short life anyway, isn't it? I won't last long myself, so I'd rather she not cling to life with regrets after some grand experience."
"...What did you say?"
Rachel's voice turned stern.
But she couldn't press further.
He was no longer the rage-fueled maniac who threw tantrums over maids' slightly changed glances, whining about wanting to live longer and how unfair it was.
To some extent, she could empathize with his thoughts now, leaving her unable to do anything with Ian's firmly shut mouth.
Rachel let out a deep sigh.
"Sigh... Fine. Then let's go see the girl. That settles the paperwork."
Somehow, it felt like she'd become the villainous parent being blackmailed with her own son's life, leaving her heart unsettled.
This might all be futile in the end.
But even with that risk,
I had to claim the final boss who was on the verge of becoming the black—no matter what it took.