The First Commission
It was early morning. Just as birds rose at dawn to hunt, I too headed for the association early to pick up a commission. With the money and skills I’d received when I left my master… it should have been more than enough to make a living. Of course… the profession was rather peculiar, but a man had to eat. No, if I was being completely honest… I was grateful such a wonderful job even existed.
As that thought crossed my mind, Veloki—the association’s commission broker—brought me a request sheet.
“Mr. Arthur, I’ve selected three decent commissions for you today. Please have a look.”
Normally, my master’s reputation would have kept me from accepting low-level work. But since I had only just moved to Bairen, I decided to take on simpler requests to get a feel for the city’s standards.
A moment later I accepted the sheet from Veloki and began to read.
Client: Sadi — Age 28 — Noble
Trainee: Anna — Age 26 — Noble
Relationship: Married couple
Training Objective: Client desires anal intercourse, but the trainee refused and the request was cancelled. Therefore, train the trainee to feel pleasure through anal stimulation.
Duration: 1 week
Restrictions: Narcotic drugs prohibited. Regular intercourse and anal intercourse not permitted during training.
Reward: 100 silver
Special Notes: Trainee is unaware of the request details. Client intends to secretly observe the training sessions. New trainers welcome provided all restrictions are observed.
“Mr. Veloki, isn’t this a crime?”
“The association conducted a legal review and determined there would be no issues, so the request was approved.”
I had not been in this world long, so I could not be certain, but I still found it hard to believe the request was legally sound. If the husband consented, did that make the rape of a married woman legal? Were these people in their right minds? It was difficult to understand.
With those thoughts in mind, I turned the page.
Client: Hunt — Age 45 — Noble
Trainee: Helga — Age 49
Relationship: Affair
The moment I saw the trainee’s age I flipped to the next request. Forty-nine was out of the question. Pass.
Client: Raymond — Age 22 — Commoner
Trainee: Peter
Training Objective: Acquired an impossibly beautiful male slave… The rest of the description looked too disturbing to continue reading.
“Fuck, why is the trainee a man? Are they sane?”
The words burst out before I could filter them.
“Haha, there are gentlemen who prefer men, or those with more fluid tastes. Besides, there aren’t many requests a newcomer can accept.”
“Haa…”
None of them were appealing, but training a young noble wife seemed the least terrible option. I had no choice but to accept Sadi’s request. After all, I couldn’t bring myself to train a man or a forty-nine-year-old aunt, could I?
“I’ll take this one.”
“Understood. I’ll arrange a meeting with the client and inform you of the schedule. Oh, do you have a workshop yet?”
I had not been here long, so I did not yet have a workshop. I had planned to rent a cheap one nearby.
“No, I’m still looking.”
“Our association operates a rental service for newcomers. Would you be interested?”
Was this a classic upsell? Medieval capitalism was terrifying. Still, acquiring proper tools, drugs, and a suitable workspace would cost a fortune, so the offer did not seem bad. I asked for the details.
“What are the rates?”
“The workspace is a rectangular room of approximately sixty-six square meters, equipped with a bathtub, bed, small workbench, and safety bars. Deposit is five hundred silver, with a monthly rent of nine silver.”
Since one silver was roughly equivalent to one hundred thousand won, the price seemed reasonable.
“We also provide low-grade drugs, low-grade training implements, and imprinting magic.”
I answered quickly, afraid the offer might vanish.
“Then I’ll take it. Can the rent be paid by check?”
Veloki nodded. “Yes, both rent and deposit may be paid by check.”
I wrote a check for five hundred and ninety silver and handed it to him.
“Thank you. Here is your key, Mr. Arthur. Upon first entry, speak the activation word ‘Light’ and the lights will ignite. Please remember it will only respond to the first user’s voice.”
I took the key. The tag read Room 203.
“May I go look at it now?”
Veloki smiled brightly. “Yes, you may begin using it immediately.”
I climbed the stairs, stopped before the door marked 203, and let out a long breath.
“Get it together. You can do this.”
Click. Creeeeak.
The hinges seemed slightly rusted from long disuse. Inside, the room was filled with nothing but darkness—pitch black, so dark that nothing could be seen.
The activation word was Light, wasn’t it?
“Light.”
Candles placed in every corner flared to life. The first thing I saw was a floor and walls of cold, hard stone. The place looked exactly like a torture chamber from a movie. There were no windows, only bleak emptiness. In one corner stood iron bars. Beyond them lay a bed, a large desk, a bathtub, hooks dangling from the ceiling, and a cart loaded with potion bottles and instruments.
It reminded me of the carts hairstylists used to wheel around in my previous life—except this one was made of wood. At the top were rows of bottles containing various potions. Below them lay tongs, ropes, candles, many different gags, torture devices difficult to describe in words, and an assortment of dildos. The lowest shelf held supplies for binding—ropes of every color, chains, and similar items.
On the desk sat a single notebook, pencils, and a guide booklet explaining the drugs and the room itself. I would read those later.
Using the key, I stepped past the bars. Handcuffs hung from the bed and the wall. When I sat on the mattress, the cushion felt better than the inn’s. I could probably sleep here during training. Maybe I should cancel my inn room?
While I inspected the workspace with those thoughts, something caught my eye—an envelope lying just inside the workshop door.
“What’s this?”
I picked it up carefully. My name was written on the front. It had not been there moments ago. Only ten minutes had passed since I entered the room. Had someone slipped it under the door in that short time?
I opened the envelope and read the letter.
Dear Esteemed Trainer,
If I may introduce myself, I am Paolo, the loyal servant of Lord Sadi, who has commissioned your services this time. I am deeply grateful that you have accepted the request.
The purpose of this letter is to arrange a meeting so that I may convey our lord’s detailed instructions prior to the start of training. Should your schedule permit, I would be honored if we could meet tomorrow at three o’clock in the afternoon at Café Academia.
P.S. Should you choose to attend the meeting tomorrow, please burn both this letter and its envelope immediately after reading it.
— Paolo
I stared at the instruction to burn the letter. Was some kind of magic cast on it? Café Academia was the café near the association.
“Hmm…”
I carefully placed the letter onto one of the lit candles.
-Whoosh…
Watching it turn to ash and vanish, I pondered the situation. The most important element of any training commission was the client’s satisfaction. The fact that they were paying a hefty one gold suggested the client was indeed a noble. A fucking pervert of a noble, but a noble nonetheless.
It was getting late. I should read a bit, eat something, and get some sleep.
I pulled Prosexer’s 50 Training Methods from my bag, sat down, and began to read. The book my master had written. The more I read, the more I realized what an extraordinary person he truly was.
“True training is the art of correctly drawing out the instincts hidden deep inside a person for the benefit of the slave…”
It really got me going. I knew exactly what he meant.
In a dark room, a man bound in ropes let out muffled groans.
“Mmmph…”
Before him stood a blonde woman radiating an eerie, captivating allure. She gripped the bound man’s chin.
“U~um, does it hurt terribly? Just wait a little longer, dear Paolo. I’ll make the pain go away soon~”
The door opened and a gray figure entered. It possessed a human silhouette yet had no eyes, nose, or mouth—only a grotesque, featureless face. It wore no clothes and possessed neither the breasts of a woman nor the genitals of a man. It stepped forward.
“Why are you so late, my dear Doppel? Paolo nearly died.”
-Well, these things happen when you live long enough. Shall I transform into that one?
At the gray entity’s question, the blonde woman smiled sweetly.
“Yes. Devour him as Paolo, then I’ll tell you exactly what to do afterward.”
The gray being listened. Its blank face split open down the middle, revealing hundreds of white, razor-sharp fangs.
“Now, eat every last piece~”
At the horrifying sight, the man called Paolo began to shake violently.
“Mmmph—!”
-Crunch. Crunch.
-Munch. Munch.
And so… his crimson blood soaked the floor in a widening pool.