Aesthetics
"Here it is." Finally... finally, what I ordered has been completed. The female clerk hands me a small box.
"Thank you."
"I made it exactly as you requested, but if anything feels off when you try it, feel free to bring it back to me."
I smile at her and reply, "Thank you."
"That'll be 3 gold."
With trembling hands, I write out a check and hand it over.
"Come again~"
Ugh... it was quite expensive, but I can just bundle it with some artifacts when I sell it to the client!
While thinking of ways to upsell it, I carefully open the box. Inside are a ring set with a blue gem and two sealed scrolls. The only difference between them is the wax—one sealed with blue, the other with red.
"Huh? One seems to be missing from earlier?"
I search the box more carefully... "Found it." A tiny ring so small that even a pinky nail wouldn't fit through it.
I nod in satisfaction. "This isn't the time for that. I don't have much time left."
To fulfill everything the client requested... every second counts. I head straight for my training room.
—Thump.
Come to think of it... this is really my first time training someone completely alone. Back when I was learning from my master, I only ever trained his slaves. But now... the reality that I have to do everything myself sends a small thrill through me.
Interesting.
Before I know it, I've arrived at my training room.
—Creak.
When I open the old door, the first thing that catches my eye is a massive coffin. Phew... it's finally time to open the coffin of the deceased. The unexpectedly large expenses make my stomach twist a little. Spending a fortune on the very first day hurts, but if I consider the direction of the training, these are essential purchases I couldn't avoid.
But... is she really ugly?
The thought crosses my mind. If she's ugly, so what? As long as I get paid, that's all that matters. That's the professional mindset.
"Hoo..."
Calming my trembling heart, I stand before the red coffin and force the lid open with both hands.
—Creak.
The woman lying inside.
The moment I see her, the only thought that comes to mind is how beautiful she is. Would hair woven like fine thread from beautiful mithril look like this? A woman dressed in a pure white gown that radiates innocence. Because I'd assumed she was ugly... I never imagined she could be this stunning.
Her breasts are larger than I expected. From the boundary between gray and white, her beautifully braided hair flows in that unique shade. Her eyes are closed, so I can't see them fully, but her delicate facial lines, snow-white skin, and plump, adorable red lips are enough.
If I had to name the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life, it would have been Elezail, my master's exclusive slave. But from today—no, from this very moment—I can confidently say it's the woman lying before me. Even if sculpted, nothing could be this beautiful. Even if painted, nothing could capture this beauty. Hair that seems not of this world, a nose with perfect balance, flawless skin, and breasts that appear modest yet are actually full beneath the dress.
My gaze drifts lower. I lift the hem of her white dress.
"Get a hold of yourself... she's the client's property."
Repeating that like a mantra, I force myself back into a professional mindset.
"Haa... alright, shall I check the rest?"
Clearing my head, I raise the white skirt higher. Snow-white legs, a toned stomach without a trace of fat, and beautifully shaped calves. And the white panties covering her most intimate place. A pleasant fragrance rises from them—something sweet, almost like rosemary.
Enjoying the scent, I gently pull the panties down. Contrary to her pure, chaste face, there's a dense patch of grayish hair. Hmm. As a slave, she needs to be shaved. Considering hygiene, I'll remove it unless there's a specific request otherwise.
I tear the red scroll. Red mist billows out and wraps around my hand. She's certainly skilled. The scroll was made in a short time, yet the quality exceeds expectations. When I press my index finger against her clitoris, the red mist seeps into it.
"Now, shall I do the next one?"
I tear the blue scroll. Blue mist wraps around my hand just like before. When my finger touches her clitoris again, the blue mist sinks in and vanishes. Finally, I slip the tiny ring onto her clitoris, where it shrinks to fit perfectly. Then I slide the matching ring onto my own finger.
Now I just need to restrain her, right?
Holding her in my arms, I step into the cage. Her wrists look impossibly delicate. I secure them to the handcuffs bolted to the wall.
Clack.
The chilling sound of metal. The sight of an angel descended from heaven being bound stirs something strange inside me. Looking at her restrained figure, I think to myself, Hmm... this makes for quite a picture. She's beautiful...
Checking the clock, there's still time before Rene wakes up. I consider the direction of the training. Since she can't use mana anyway, it would be better to let her rest comfortably. A faint sense of guilt stirs within me. Following that feeling, I unlock the wall cuffs and lay her on the bed. Just in case she tries to attack, I tie only her hands to the bedpost.
With that settled, I head to the cart overflowing with training tools. A regular rope catches my eye, but it can leave marks, so it's unsuitable for high-grade slaves. I dig deeper until I find what I'm looking for.
Green rope.
"Found it."
This green rope is made from slime—soft yet incredibly durable, impossible to break no matter how hard it's pulled. I'll use this to bind her. I neatly stack her wrists and tie them with the slime rope, then secure the rope to the bedpost. I leave about two meters of slack so she can move a little; making it too tight would only cause problems during training later.
Seeing the chaste, beautiful woman with both hands bound and completely unable to move... it's quite arousing. I might actually enjoy this after a long time. With a pleasant feeling, I organize the rest of the necessary items.
The ring and scrolls I just bought. Weak aphrodisiacs and low-grade healing potions. She might get dehydrated from losing too much fluid, so I also prepare water. Preparations complete, I wait for Rene to wake up.
***
How much time has passed?
"Ugh... nn..."
A hoarse female voice reaches my ears. Rene must have woken up. I approach the bed and see the beautiful woman open her eyes and try to sit up...
"Th-this is?!"
Flustered by her bound hands, Rene turns toward me when I speak.
"Have you woken up?"
"Who... are you?"
I hand her a cup of water. "Drink this first."
She stares at the cup with suspicious eyes. "Who are you? And where is this place?"
To her obvious worry that something might have been added to the water, I reply, "This is Bairen City. Rene, your arm must be hurting—aren't you going to drink?"
While shaking my arm slightly as if it's sore, I watch her. Without erasing her suspicious gaze, she asks, "Bairen City? Why would I be here?"
She's still avoiding the topic. "Let's drink the water first and talk slowly, shall we?"
"Ha, how do I know you didn't put something in it?"
A sigh almost escapes me, but I hold it back. "There's nothing in this water. You can drink it safely. If I'd wanted to do something strange, I would've done it while you were asleep, don't you think?"
Only then does she seem to trust me a little. She accepts the cup and drinks deeply.
—Gulp... gulp...
She must have been very thirsty. In a way, it's like waking up after a long sleep. While she drinks, I introduce myself.
"Hello. My name is Arthur. From today onward, I'm your trainer."
—Puh!
She spits out the water. "Cough! Cough! What? Trainer? Me? Are you insane and looking to die?"
She glares at me with sharp eyes, as if doubting what she just heard. That expression is oddly cute.
"Heh. Rene, even if you're from a noble family, isn't it common sense to obey your trainer once you become a slave?"
I speak as if gently advising her, but she snaps back, "I'm a slave? Are you out of your mind right now? Don't think you can pull this kind of stunt and get away with it."
Breathing heavily, she continues, "When I return to my country, I'll have you and everyone involved in this disgusting act hanged on the gallows!"
She glares at me with murderous intent.
—Snicker.
It's funny. She doesn't even understand her own situation. She seems ridiculous.
"Kuk... kuk... Where exactly does a fallen, ruined noble think she's returning to?"
At my mockery, Rene's face flushes red as she shouts, "Me... me, a ruined noble?! How dare you say such nonsense!"
"Yes, yes. If you can, go ahead and try when you get back."
Anyway, she's a slave. Even if she came from a noble family, if that family is ruined, can she still call herself nobility? But our pitiful Rene seems unable to face reality because of the shock of her family's downfall.
This could be dangerous... Training a psychologically unstable slave requires a lot of work. I'm a little worried, but I don't show it.
"Well, it doesn't matter. I also need to fulfill the request your master gave me. Ah, by the way—have you ever masturbated before?"
I slowly approach her. Her red eyes glare at me.
"D-don't come closer!"
She trembles with fear. Ignoring her protests, I step forward, grab her chin, and force her to meet my eyes.
"I asked if you've ever masturbated."
She raises her red eyes defiantly. "Ptui! Perverted bastard! Why should I answer you?"
She spits at me. I like her strong personality. Yeah... it has to be at least this much to make breaking her worthwhile. In a way, I should repay the client who gave me such a rare, high-quality gift.
I wipe the spit from my face with my sleeve and head to the workbench beside her, where various drugs are laid out.
"Wh-what are you trying to do?!"
Ignoring her, I scan the items. Hmm, what method should I use? Drugs? Not really... Hypnotics? Too easy...
Then something catches my eye. Oh, this could be fun. An aphrodisiac meant to be applied. It's a potion that heightens sensitivity in erogenous zones when rubbed on. However, since it's simply applied rather than ingested or injected, it's classified as the weakest, lowest-grade type.
—Pop!
When I open the lid, a sweet strawberry scent fills the air. Holding the aphrodisiac, I look at Rene. She glares back at me with a dignified air. I approach her. Now her eyes look almost like they're about to cry.
—Snicker.
That expression is cute.
"Don't come... you pervert! I said don't come!"
She tries to get up and run, but her bound hands prevent her from escaping. She struggles desperately to rise. I hug her from behind and pour the aphrodisiac into her cleavage.
"Kyaaak! Don't! I told you not to!"
Already overpowered, she can only resist with her mouth. Seeing the snow-white dress absorb the pink liquid makes me feel good. This is why I became a trainer.
I smear plenty of aphrodisiac on my hand and caress her inner thighs.
"Why resist so much? Cu.te. lit.tle. sla.ve.?"
I lightly bite her ear.
"Shut up! I'm not a slave!"
Looking at our cute Rene, who still doesn't understand her situation, a deep desire rises within me.
"Well, that doesn't matter. What's important right now is..."
I coat my fingers generously and slip them inside her panties, brushing against her rough pubic hair.
"You perverted bastard... take your hand out! Take it out right now!"
She resists violently, shaking her head. This situation gives me immense satisfaction. It's like a wolf hunting a delicate rabbit.
"You can't do anything in this situation."
She twists her waist and squeezes her thighs together, but my hand is already inside her panties, moving lower to caress her most intimate place.
"Huuk!... Take your hand out! I said take it out!"
Hmm, that works too. Since it seems sufficiently applied...
"Yes, alright. I'll take it out for you."
I withdraw my fingers. When I do, her snow-white thighs part slightly as if her tension has eased. While she's off guard, I lift her skirt—now stained pink—and yank down her panties.
"W-wait, what are you doing—"
And then—
—Gush, gush.
The aphrodisiac flows out through the narrow entrance. The sound of air bubbling into the bottle as the liquid pours out is sweeter than any music at this moment. I've emptied an entire bottle into her panties.
"Euuk... don't!"
Even if she tries to close her legs, it's pointless. The soaked panties will help spread the aphrodisiac evenly across her skin.
I release her.
—Thud...
Sitting on the floor, Rene turns her head and glares at me.
"Haa... what... euuk... what did you do to me...?"
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