The Training Schedule

I took out the slime mouthpiece and slime rope I had used yesterday and pried open the mouth of the sleeping Rene.

“Ugh.... Master? What are you doing?”

I slipped the mouthpiece into Rene’s startled mouth.

“Ugh! What... what are you doing?!”

“From now on, you’ll practice sucking cock three times a day—morning, noon, and night.”

I bound her wrists with the slime rope while she stared in shock.

“No? Hold on a second!”

She frowned deeply.

“Isn’t this too much, even for a slave?”

I sneered at her foolish remark.

“There’s no such thing as ‘too much’ when it comes to a slave.”

“There has to be a limit!”

I met her sharp glare and gave a single command.

“Suck.”

Lili entered and began setting the breakfast table. Today she brought salad, sandwiches, and milk.

“Thanks again, Lili.”

Lili bowed politely.

“It’s nothing. I’ll take my leave now.”

She exited with her usual graceful, proper movements. Rene glared at me, clearly resentful that she had been forced to suck cock first thing in the morning and had her throat roughly used when she failed to perform properly.

“Master... even if I am a slave, do you really have to make me do something like this first thing in the morning?”

Still savoring the taste from earlier, I answered without a hint of shame.

“Miss Rene, you are currently a slave, and I am the one providing for you. This ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is only natural, isn’t it?”

Training Rene cost a fortune. The training room, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clothes, food, even that expensive meal at the restaurant with the long name—everything was an investment in her training. Yet Rene’s face flushed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crimson with anger, completely ignoring my feelings on the matter. Still, she couldn’t say anything. If she had any conscience, she would know she ought to pay for her own clothes and meals.

—Bang!

“I... I don’t understand why I’m a slave or why I need training! Setting that aside, I don’t want to be subjected to this kind of thing first thing in the morning!”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hahaha. Miss Rene, are you really so foolish that you don’t even realize you’re a slave and that I have a request to fulfill?”

The ownership transfer hadn’t been completed yet. There was no need to tell her that I might become her master.

Rene frowned, her eyes darting around before she cautiously spoke.

“I still don’t understand why I became a slave at all. I was just taking a walk in the forest outside Roman when I suddenly lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was a slave. Master, you weren’t involved in this, were you?”

It seemed she was trying to figure out whether I was part of the group that had enslaved her.

“What do you mean, Roman? Don’t you know it’s illegal under imperial law to enslave an imperial citizen? Do you even know where you are right now?”

Rene crossed her arms and shot me a haughty glare, as if to say she obviously knew that much.

“This is Bairen, in the Empire, of course.”

“Yes, yes, you seem to know quite well. If you know that, then eat your breakfast.”

Still, the fact that she mentioned Roman, the imperial capital, suggested the shock had been so great that her memory was distorted.

“Master? Do you really think I’m not the princess? I am the real imperial princess, Rene Ryan-Augustus! If you apologize right now and help me escape, I’ll forgive everything you’ve done to me and even spare your life.”

I was dumbfounded by how sincerely she claimed to be the princess.

“If you really were the princess, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

Slavery was a dying business within the Empire. The most profitable slaves were strong male laborers. Male slaves were efficient—they could farm, carry heavy loads, and were cheap to maintain. But outside Bairen, slavery was illegal in the Empire. Even in Bairen, the authorities only allowed small-scale operations involving female sex slaves, fearing that large-scale slave trading would draw the ire of powerful figures. The state turned a blind eye, treating it as a minor indulgence of the nobility. If they ever decided to crack down, both the Trainer Association and Bairen itself would be finished overnight.

And yet she claimed Bairen had issued a slave permit to the princess and that the Trainer Association had been commissioned to train her? That wasn’t just madness—that was a death wish. Even though I had only been in this world for a few years, the infamous reputation of the Empire’s intelligence agency was well-known even in the neighboring United Kingdom. No one in their right mind would attempt something so suicidal unless they wanted to be tortured to death by the intelligence bureau.

In this world, even people sold into slavery because of debt could get you arrested if you mistreated them too severely.

“I don’t know how you became a slave, but accept it and start a new life.”

“Hmph! I don’t know which bastards plotted this, but if I ever catch them, I won’t let them get away with it.”

Yesterday’s training had yielded great results, but her delusions seemed to have worsened. Hoping she might come to her senses a little, I brought up the newspaper.

“You saw the newspaper last time, right?”

She nodded as if it were obvious.

“Of course.”

Ha... she was seriously ill. She must have seen the article about Princess Rene, yet she remained this shameless.

“It said the princess went to a resort because she was ill.”

She answered confidently.

“That’s only natural. If I’m not dead, they’d need an excuse for why I can’t appear in public.”

Logic didn’t work on her. This level of selective perception was a severe mental illness.

“Yes, yes, I understand. So finish your meal and let’s continue the training.”

Rene slammed her fist on the table, her face twisted in frustration.

—Bang!

“You still don’t believe me?”

Ha... damn it. Let’s just eat. I was hungry, and now I couldn’t even eat in peace. I glared at her with irritation.

“If you say one more word, I’ll spend the entire day violating your throat and whipping your ass until you’re nothing but a rag. If you don’t want that, shut up and eat.”

“...”

—Clink... clink.

Only the sound of cutlery could be heard. She should have done this from the start.

After the meal, I gave her instructions in her room.

“First, let me show you your upcoming schedule.”

The paper I handed her had a timetable written on it.

“You’ll be living according to this schedule from now on. Ask if you have any questions.”

I had deliberately used the crude term “asshole development” for the anal training. Since she never used such vulgar language, I hoped using it would make her more familiar ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with this side of things.

Rene stared at the paper with a disgusted expression. No reaction?

“Miss Rene? Miss Rene?”

When I called her several times without any response, her face turned bright red and she screamed.

“Y-you’re seriously going to make me do this ridiculous, garbage schedule?!”

She was so flustered that she slipped back into informal speech.

“Yes.”

Her face flushed crimson with rage as she pointed at the 7–9 PM slot.

“No... what the hell is ‘asshole development’ supposed to mean?!”

“The client requested that both of your holes be developed.”

Since she wasn’t mine yet, I had to follow the client’s request. Even after I owned her, anal training would be essential. Whoever her master ended up being might want to use that hole, and if she cried about the pain, it would damage my reputation. Better to prepare her in advance.

Rene’s body trembled as she shouted.

“Why would you develop that place?! You pervert!”

“Obviously because someone wants to stick their cock in there.”

“W-what?!”

She looked horrified.

“Which bastard is it?! How dare they—how dare they plot something like this when they know who I am!”

She was so angry that her entire body shook as she screamed. I approached her, gently embraced her, and spoke in the sweetest, most angelic voice I could muster.

“You clearly said yesterday that you would obey me, didn’t you?”

Rene replied with a look of injustice.

“No! Something’s wrong with this. This isn’t right!”

I held her shoulders with both hands and spoke gently.

“Miss Rene... now you understand how vicious your master is, don’t you? I’ll sincerely help you endure these harsh things through training—or better yet, make you enjoy them. Just trust me.”

“No! Tell me the client’s name right now! No, take me to the city hall immediately. I can prove I’m the princess there! Then I’ll make sure you receive an enormous reward!”

Rene pleaded, clutching my hands.

“I... if I do something like that, I’ll definitely die! How could anyone even imagine such a perverted thing? I won’t let this go! I won’t let any of you get away with it!”

Her face flushed red as she rambled incoherently from the mental shock. It was a little pitiful, but that was her fate.

“Well... it’s about time for training. I scheduled Kegel exercises for the morning because I expected this kind of resistance. I did well, didn’t I?”

She shoved me away.

“Let go! Let go of me! You perverted bastard! Don’t touch my body!”