Chapter 2
The first rule: resistance strictly prohibited. A man's length reveals its true worth when he's angry.
This was a famous quote from a renowned urologist on a broadcast once.
It was also a phrase that applied to me.
My junior normally shrank down to 5 centimeters. But once it got fired up, it stretched endlessly like the Ruyi Jingu Bang.
My name is Noehun. Just your average fossil who'd been discharged from the military and returned to college.
A total loner who'd never exchanged more than two words with a real woman outside my family.
My hobby? Gripping my dick—which was as thick as two toilet paper rolls stuck together—and jerking off three times a day.
I'd just accidentally clicked a shady link from some porn site I'd stumbled on online. Next thing I knew, my empty bank account was in the red.
I ended up in debt to a private loan shark, couldn't keep up with the ballooning interest, and got sold off at a slave auction. That was my pathetic life's turning point.
Swish.
The black sack over my head was pulled off.
When I came to, I wasn't at the slave auction house anymore. I was standing in a luxurious conference room.
A sparkling chandelier. Floors and walls of pristine white marble. Sturdy, expensive-looking mahogany desks.
It was the kind of high-end space you'd see in a rich neighborhood. And beneath it all, a group of unfamiliar women were ogling my dick.
Thanks to their stares, my already pissed-off cock started twitching eagerly.
"Hmm, so this is the new toy? Size is decent, but..."
A blonde woman with her arms crossed, her figure still blurry in my hazy vision.
I couldn't make out her eyes clearly, but I knew exactly where everyone's gaze was locked.
"But they bid 5 billion on this thing?"
They were all trash-talking my little guy again as it pointed straight at the floor.
"Yeah, everything else about him is a total letdown."
Weird. Their insults clearly pissed me off, so why was my lower half throbbing harder?
That's when a skinny girl with pink hair approached me.
......
She stared piercingly at my upright junior, swallowed hard, and gently placed her tiny hand on it.
A woman's soft touch. A pleasant coolness traveled along my shaft.
"It's warm."
She grasped my rigid dick carefully with both hands and looked up at my face.
Her face screamed class—way beyond any actress or idol. She looked cold at first glance, but her sparkling eyes seemed thrilled.
It even made me forget reality for a moment in the excitement.
"How dare you look down at your owner like that, you slave!"
Right then, a woman in a suit next to her snapped me back to harsh reality.
Green ponytail.
Arms crossed, disdainful glare—but she was a total knockout too. Especially those massive tits that swallowed her arms. Her waist and legs were unrealistically slim.
For a split second, I imagined sliding between those swollen breasts.
"Ah, it's even warmer now..." "You... what the hell were you just imagining about me...?"
My junior started bobbing up and down like a spring from the thrill.
The suited beauty looked offended by my dick. Her eyes flashed as she pulled an eight-tailed whip from her bag.
"Getting aroused at the sight of your owner? Time for severe punishment."
Oh shit.
I hate pain...
Maybe from the fear, my raging cock deflated instantly. The pink-haired girl looked at it sadly and spoke up.
"Catalina, don't be so mad. He's brand new here."
Catalina. A name that didn't match her stiff-suited vibe at all.
"Y-yes... I'm sorry, miss."
As I stared in confusion, Catalina shot me another sharp glare.
"Memorize these faces. These women are your owners—the ones who took in your worthless body."
O-owners... So this was the place where my useless life would burn away.
Despair washed over me as I looked around. The woman still gripping my dick smiled kindly.
"Hi, I'm Ruby. I'm the one who bought you. Let's get along."
I moved somewhere with Catalina, who held my leash.
"Quit dawdling and follow."
She led me to the Public Toilet inside the building. It was spotless, surrounded by elegant marble.
The soft classical music leaking out eased my complicated feelings a bit.
But one thing bugged me. It was the Public Toilet, but there were no separate men's and women's sections.
Why the hell did she bring me here? As I puzzled over it, Catalina dropped a bombshell.
"This is your new room from now on."
"H-here? This is a bathroom..."
I was stunned. Slave or not, this was brutal treatment...
"A livestock complaining?"
Smack!
A bullet-like shock hit my ass cheek. It was from the whip in Catalina's hand.
"Argh!"
I yelped reflexively.
But she showed no remorse. Instead, she grabbed my stinging ass and warned me.
"Be grateful for this. If you don't like it, I'll chain you in the yard like a dog."
"Th-thank you..."
Tears of injustice and humiliation welled up. That's when it really hit me—I was a slave now.
"Hm, good reaction."
Smack!
She rubbed my ass with her palm, then called out.
"Amelia, you done cleaning?" "Yes~ All finished~."
A sweet, sultry voice came from behind a stall door.
A woman in a green apron approached, her half-lidded eyes soft and alluring.
"Introduce yourself. She'll manage you in my place and explain the rules."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Amelia, in charge of keeping Dia Village clean."
Amelia clasped her hands with a smile. Her crescent-moon eyes captivated me.
"Amelia, I'm heading out. Make sure to train this livestock properly."
"You got it~."
Catalina handed over the leash and left with a haughty stride.
Now it was just me and Amelia in the Public Toilet.
"Come over here first?"
Unlike Catalina, Amelia guided me kindly.
Following her into the farthest stall revealed a space the size of a studio apartment.
Bed, sink. And way in the back, a toilet and showerhead.
It felt like those American prison cells from X-Tube videos.
"This is your bedroom. Use any free stall for the toilet, and I'll bring your meals here every day. Any questions?"
"...Ma'am?" "Just call me Amelia."
"Y-yeah... Amelia. Where exactly is this place?"
"Hmm, how to explain... Ah! It's a village where rich young ladies live?"
According to Amelia,
this was a gated community of mansions owned by tycoons. A luxury village, in short.
But the five residents were all college girls from chaebol families. A hangout spot for them to live extravagantly together.
They all used gemstone aliases.
So that girl who bid on me, Ruby—was that a fake name too?
There were staff like Catalina and Amelia for management and chores, but the key point was simple.
Everyone here was female.
No man, no matter how great, could enter this no-men zone. And my job as a slave here?
"Sex slave, right?"
In other words, forced to fuck these rich girls.
It sounded too absurd for the 21st century. But that's how it was.
"Cut off from men, the ladies have a hard time relieving their urges."
Just pent-up horniness, huh...
Amelia said the crude words with a gentle smile, like it was nothing.
I was speechless, and an awkward silence fell.
In the stall with faint classical music, Amelia's breathing stood out in the quiet.
Her scent wafted over—sweet and tangy, like ripe tangerines.
I sneaked glances at her massive tits straining the apron. My junior stood proud again.
Up!
My huge cock seemed to lean toward Amelia.
She stared at the precum pooling at my tip, then teasingly stroked the shaft with her finger and smiled seductively.
"Hmm~ Now I get why Ruby bid on you~."
Gulp.
I heard her swallow. Anxious, I tried to scoot away, but...
"Curious about the rules here?"
Amelia stood from the bed and settled between my legs.
"Wh-whoa! Amelia! What are you doing?!"
I yelled in panic, but her entrancing gaze paralyzed me.
"Sorry, but you have no human rights here. No resisting anyone in the village. That's rule one."
Haah...
Her hot breath tickled my glans like she couldn't hold back. Her hand slid to her crotch.
"Guess I'll taste you first~?"
She opened her mouth wide. Saliva stretched inside the dark cavern.
Her red tongue flicked out, lapping from my balls up to the tip carefully.
The first soft, squishy sensation I'd ever felt.
Ugh!
A jolt of pleasure made me moan involuntarily.
"Haah... Wonder what it'd feel like with this whole monster inside~."
Shit. Amelia's eyes held no reason left—just primal lust.
"But no permission from the ladies yet, so mouth only today~. Mmm~."
Slurp♡.
My glans was engulfed in her hot mouth.
Warm. Like a steamy, humid sauna. The cozy heat sensitized every nerve.
All my focus rushed to the glans in her sticky mouth.
Her tongue rolled gently around it, wrapping it up.
Tender. It slid slickly, teasing masterfully.
Her fluffy tongue wiped away my musky scent, coating my entire shaft in her saliva.
Worlds apart from solo jerking in a dark corner. One slip, and I'd blow.
But her skills didn't stop there.
Schlurp♡.
She sucked in the air, creating a vacuum inside.
Blood surged to my glans. The dangerous new sensation blanked my mind.
Her tongue probed my slit like a living snake. My last thread of sanity snapped.
"Grk!"
My hips bucked against my will.
Hot globs erupted into her warm throat.
Spurt, splurrrt!
Slurp♡!
Unlike dark-room wanks, this was intense. Amelia opened wide—her tongue pooled with a huge load of cum.
Gulp!
She swallowed it casually, like it was normal.
"Whew~."
Her deep sigh released a musky night-bloom scent.
"Rich, salty... Addictive taste... What if the ladies find out I hogged this delicacy first?"
Her lewd expression and melting eyes made my spent cock twitch back to life.
"Hmm~. Looks like I need another taste~."
Amelia eyed my rising dick with ecstatic bliss.
"I'll tell you rule two after~."
She looked like a predator about to devour me.
Arms bound, I could only watch, wanted or not.
A slave in this place—but maybe it was paradise.
Slurp♡.