27th Rule, For Efficiency-Obsessed Marin, Even Help for Assignments (1)
In this village, my title is Marin. It comes from the gemstone aquamarine. I liked its unchanging, rational blue.
I was born under my father, who runs a world-class semiconductor manufacturing company.
Dad had such a knack for business that he took over the company himself as a kid. So I grew up materially abundant, without a single want.
But our home was never particularly happy.
Mom left early on because of Father's thorough efficiency obsession and cold demeanor. Thanks to that, I have no real memory of receiving proper parental love as a child.
Back then, I thought it was misfortune. My heart ached like it was tearing apart whenever I saw kids my age embraced by their parents.
But that shameful inferiority complex faded more and more as I accumulated knowledge.
Love and friendship are just temporary illusions caused by hormones in the human brain.
Human relationships inevitably dull over time, and as they stabilize, their value hits rock bottom.
So people who chase such natural phenomena, mistaking them for happiness, started to seem like idiots.
Just like these two morons right in front of me, doing something utterly disgusting.
·····.
Huum······squish♡, squish♡. Squelch♡, squelch♡.
"Those beasts are something else······."
I pulled out my smartphone without a second thought and pressed the button labeled [Electric Shock].
Intensity: MAX.
Perfect efficient punishment for a slave in heat, oblivious even to his owner's arrival.
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Zzzap, crackle!
"Guh! Gaaahhh!"
The sudden electric shock at my neck wasn't just a sting.
It was a horrific current, like nothing I'd felt before, scorching through my brain.
I reflexively broke the kiss with Amelia and jerked my head back.
My hands, which had been gently cradling Amelia's slick folds moments ago, now clutched desperately at the collar, trying to rip it off.
"Guh, guhk!"
My vision went white. My tongue curled up, and I couldn't even scream properly.
"T-Toilet-kun, are you okay?"
Amid the agony, Amelia's voice rang like a light.
The moment I cracked my eyes open to look at her, I spotted a familiar woman behind the fidgeting, worried Amelia.
Blue bobbed hair. A sharp, cold gaze.
Even writhing in pain, it flashed me back to when I first awoke in this village.
—But you bid 5 billion on this?
She was definitely one of the trio who sneered at me alongside Hyeoeun.
In other words, the woman with that haughty expression was one of my owners.
Which meant the button on the smartphone screen she casually pressed—that was the thing Evelyn mentioned before—!
Graaaahhh!
My eyes rolled back. Saliva pooled in my mouth and drooled down my chin.
I thrashed on the bed for what felt like forever until, just when I thought I was really going to die, the current finally stopped.
Still dazed from the shock, I panted raggedly, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"What do we do······."
Amelia peered down at me with a face about to burst into tears. Soon, her bright red raspberries peeking from her apron filled my view.
"······What, the battery's already dead? If it'd been one of Dad's products, it could've at least fried your brain."
Utterly indifferent, even after nearly killing a man.
"You're lucky. A slave who doesn't greet his owner and just keeps at his filthy antics."
······Just a few words, and I already had her pegged.
This girl might look prim at a glance, but don't let appearances fool you.
She's colder and more cynical than anyone I've met. A sadist far crueler than Catalina, who whipped me into line.
And with no anger or irritation showing, she came off downright sociopathic—chilling, psychopathic even.
Anyway, a scary woman like that as my owner was secondary. Why show up at the public toilet at this timing?
The question didn't linger.
"Amelia."
"Y-yes, Miss Marin······."
"I'm using this one starting today."
"Huh? But Toilet-kun still needs recovery······."
"So, you want me to micromanage every little thing like that?"
"······Well······I mean—."
Thud.
I hauled my trembling legs up and placed a hand on Amelia's quivering shoulder.
She flinched and looked up at me.
"Amelia, I'm fine."
"B-but······Toilet-kun······your heart's still wounded······."
To reassure her tear-filled eyes, I forced a smile.
"······Sticking with you seems to have helped a bit. Thanks, Amelia."
The words flowed smoothly, but honestly, I wasn't as okay as I claimed.
My back wounds hadn't fully healed, and I needed more time to grieve parting with Hyeoeun.
But I couldn't hesitate here.
I'm a slave now—a possession. If I ignored my owner's call and let Amelia make excuses, she might get punished too.
So despite the pain, I couldn't just sit there.
I'm used to this kind of treatment by now.
As I stepped past Amelia and off the bed, she silently wiped away tears.
I wanted to savor that adorable, worried look a bit longer, but
"Hmph."
Marin's displeased arm-cross and turn forced me up.
I gathered my lingering emotions and approached the bed's edge.
As I reached under for my going-out clothes,
"What're you doing? I said no time."
"······Should I go out naked then?"
Sigh.
Answering a person's question with a sigh—that attitude······.
In the end, I gave up on dressing and trailed after Marin, my rock-hard cock fully exposed.
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Drawing the staff women's scorching stares as we went, we soon approached the mansion where Hyeoeun had lived.
Head down the whole way, Hyeoeun's smile suddenly crossed my mind.
I paused, gazing at her former home.
······Weird. There should always have been Hyeoeun's welcoming nest here.
It's only been five days since I woke up, but all that stretched before me was an empty field.
Dazed in confusion, Marin's cold voice cut in.
"Natural consequence."
"Natural······you say?"
"Even residents get evicted for breaking village rules. New people will move in soon, so you'd better forget Rio too. I'm your owner for the next week."
I stood frozen, glaring at Marin, who wouldn't even glance my way.
No matter what, a neighbor vanishing—and her dry, emotionless tone grated.
But all I could do was bite my lip and follow obediently.
Chewing over memories of that week with Hyeoeun, I dragged my heavy feet onward.
I had a feeling her smile would haunt me every time I passed here for a while.
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Marin's house lay much farther back, past Hyeoeun's—nearly at the village's massive wall.
The structure was totally different too.
Like she prized efficiency, a perfect square box with minimal windows punched in.
Rugged design, but the premium materials screamed I'm rich~ from the exterior.
At the fortress-like entrance, that vulgar silicone hole I couldn't ignore.
Marin had kindly opened the door this time, letting me skip the procedure, but I had a gut feeling I couldn't avoid that hole this week either.
That diabolical hole, designed to crush a man's dignity. How would Marin welcome my cock······.
"Pardon the intrusion······."
Under Marin's silent urging at the open door, I entered.
This place felt as harsh as her personality.
Passing the stark entryway cautiously, a pure white hallway devoid of any decoration stretched ahead.
Nothing like Hyeoeun's place, brimming with lavish ornaments and paintings.
No one seemed to live here. Even the living room lacked basics like a sofa or TV.
Each step echoed through the hall.
At the end of that eerie corridor was what I guessed was her bedroom door.
Expecting more of the same, I stepped in casually—
A sharp mint scent assaulted my nostrils.
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And her room, utterly unlike the rest of the minimalist house, left my jaw on the floor.
