“You don’t have human rights anymore.”

Salt farm slaves.
Organ harvesting.
Snuff films.

The worst bad endings that give you chills just hearing about them.

Having become merchandise in the slave market, I managed to avoid those terrifying endings with nothing but one enormous asset… and ended up being sold to a luxurious village where daughters of chaebol families live together.

“From now on, your name is Toilet~.”

What I had to do there was simply cater—without resistance—to the secret and rather lowbrow hobbies of women starved for men.

That was all.

Well… the things they did were just a little ridiculously absurd, that’s all.

“…Huh? Why is it getting bigger?”