Traps in the Slave Nation Tailran

It was a trap, plain and simple. In the heart of the slave nation, Tailran, Kairan and the other three were trying to decide where to head ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠next.

"Why don't we each do our own thing and meet up later when the time comes?"

"Where would we meet? And none of us know this place, so we could get lost."

"That's what the blessing's for."

"You can spam that thing without issues?"

"Yep, 'cause I'm a saintess."

As always, Eli brimmed with confidence. She cleared her throat with a dramatic ahem, puffing out her chest, then curved her eyes into crescents with a smile.

"Alright, let's get started?"

Gazing at the three of them, Eli clasped her hands piously.

"Lord, guide your children so they do not lose their way. Let us know each other's locations, so we may rely on one another and find the righteous path."

"Whoa!"

"Mm, all set! Now even if we're far apart, we'll know each ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠other's positions."

With the blessing complete, Eli grinned brightly.

"Alright, let's go have some fun!"

Kairan surveyed the streets. Slave markets everywhere. Sex slaves of various races were flaunting their charms. Uterus tattoos on their lower bellies, steel restraints on their arms, legs, and necks—likely artifacts enchanted with some magic.

As she strolled slowly, pondering what to do, a woman approached her. A blonde widow with blue eyes. Kairan naturally drew closer.

Why? Reason whispered in her mind. Why follow her? Instinct replied that it didn't matter.

"Thanks for coming."

"You..."

"Hehe."

It happened in an instant—no, there was no "suddenly" about it. When Kairan came to, she was in a room inside some building.

I got charmed by something. She didn't know what. Maybe mental magic, or perhaps the woman before her was a succubus or some related monster.

"Ow... why so rough all of a sudden?"

"You're weak."

"Huh? Wh-what do you... Kyaa!"

But did it matter? Kairan grabbed the woman's arms and shoved her onto the bed. She focused briefly, visualizing the compass in her mind. The party members' positions appeared clearly. Nia and Karni were together; Eli was in a nearby building.

"Doesn't matter."

"Um, excuse me?"

"I don't know what trick you pulled... but getting back to your senses ain't happening."

"Eh...?"

Squelch—the sound of a long-unused hymen stretching by force. The most recent one had been Serianne's, but even that was a while back. Still, the sound of a virgin barrier breaking was truly nostalgic.

"Virgins really are the best, huh?"

"Wha-wha-oh-wha-eh... ah?"

"Slave nations are great for this. If they ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠break, just sell 'em off."

"O-ohok..."

The sensation of her tightly sealed pussy pierced straight to the womb. Her head spun from the first-time mix of pain and pleasure.

"Ah, ah? O-ohok♥"

A moan escaped unbidden. Even amid the pain, sweeter sounds came before screams, the gap between agony and ecstasy starting to blur.

The "technique" she'd been raised for this very moment rendered useless. Her brain glitched against reality no toy or theory could match.

"Eh, oooohok♥"

"So, who sent you?"

"Heh, heooohok♥ Kkh, kkhrruk♥"

"...Whatever."

Kairan thrust her hips deeper. Flesh pressed tight against flesh, crushing the woman's pelvis. Her cock ground deep into the womb. The struggling walls, squelching, were already reshaping to embrace her.

She didn't know the path or purpose of this approach. It didn't seem important. What Kairan knew for sure was that the woman's plan had crumbled long ago.

"How long till you break?"

"Eh, ook♥ Kkh, gruk♥"

"Hold out as long as you can. Yeah?"

"Oooohok♥"

Crushing the womb like it might shatter, inducing ovulation. It could pass for repetitive labor—if not for the crashing waves of pleasure and the moans ringing in her ears. She'd probably get bored quick otherwise. Back before transmigration, she'd tired of playing with women and turned to games. But with a cock now, the novel, addictive ecstasy kept boredom at bay.

"Hey, who are you?"

"Uh, hyeook♥"

"...Tell me."

Squelch—the womb crushed.

"Keh, kehoook♥ Hoo, hoook♥"

"Tch, broke too fast."

Kairan looked down at the woman's utterly ruined expression. All that ominous aura, and she folded so easily.

"Expected too much? Nah."

Kairan sighed deeply. Interest gone, desire faded. Time to leave this building. She drew her sword from inventory and stepped out.

"Gotta head to Eli."

In some unknown building's depths, in a well-decorated room, Eli beamed.

"So, what's next?"

"H-how? Br-brainwashing for sure!"

"Pfft."

Covering her mouth, Eli laughed mockingly. Her eyes crescented; the cross in her glowing blue pupils fixed on the woman.

"You thought that'd work on a saintess?"

Ever since the "bandit incident" in the starter village, Eli had reinforced her already ironclad mental defenses. Low-level succubus hypnosis or brainwashing? Child's play. Most clerics had strong resistance to temptation anyway—barring exceptions like Eli. Abstaining from lust had always been, and would remain, a cleric's virtue.

"Sp-spare me."

"Huh? Why assume I'd kill you?"

"W-well..."

The woman trailed off, glancing around. Blood, blood, and more blood everywhere her eyes went. Slaughter so brutal it was excessive—no, perhaps "slaughtered" was merciful. They lived on in horrific states. Death seemed imminent, yet they clung to life. The saintess had done this.

"I like three things."

Eli folded three fingers, eyeing the trembling woman.

"First, Master Hero. Second, my comrades. Oh, includes the Holy Kingdom's clerics here?"

Grinning, Eli flicked up her last finger.

"What's last?"

"...Good people?"

"Oh, I like good folks too. But not top three."

Eli folded her fingers and spoke.

"Pretty, beautiful people."

Her voice turned ice-cold. Unbelievable from the one who'd just worn a benevolent smile. The dissonance bred deeper terror.

"But you're none of those. Not kind, not innocent."

Eli smiled—a saintess-worthy, loving smile. The woman collapsed. Eli turned and left the room.

Dozens rushed at her. She neutralized them one by one, then sought her party's positions via Kairan and the others.

"...Gotta rescue Nia and Karni first."

Eli sighed softly.

Nia awoke in darkness. Not total—faint sunlight filtered through tiny barred gaps.

How did she end up here? Nia slowly recalled. Last memory: drinking a beverage from some merchant. Then, waking here.

"Shouldn't take drinks from strangers."

Nia sighed, eyeing the chain around her neck.

"Mana suppression and aphrodisiac?"

Two enchantments: one mana suppression, one inducing heat. She circulated her mana slowly. It felt blocked, circulation imperfect. It cut off repeatedly, dissipating outside her body. High-grade suppression artifact.

"And the heat..."

The effect clouded her mind. Thoughts sluggish, a dumb haze settling in.

"Could force through it, but..."

Nia halted her mana flow and glanced aside. Karni lay unconscious, chained like her, breathing raggedly—same effects.

"Can't escape with Karni too."

Only option: wait. Trust Eli and Kairan would come via the tracking blessing, 『Pulling Compass』. Recalling pre-knockout talk of "merchandise," they probably wouldn't harm them badly.

"Hoo, haaaah..."

Feeling her body heat up, Nia exhaled.