The Shower That Begins Slavery
No one would have believed what was happening to me right then.
A hunter—of all people—was painstakingly undressing an ordinary nobody like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Of course, Min Seolah kept protesting the whole time.
She told me to stop, begged me to stop, even apologized and swore at me in the same breath.
And all the while, I was becoming more and more naked.
My shirt had been off for a while now, and my pants had already slid down over my feet.
All that was left was my underwear.
Min Seolah, crouched in front of me, hooked her fingers into the waistband.
"Sob... sobbing."
She sounded miserable. Hurt. Wronged. All of that.
But I didn’t feel the least bit sorry for her.
When she’d been cursing at us and ordering us around, we’d felt exactly the same way.
At last, Min Seolah’s hand drew all the way downward.
My underwear slid to my ankles and then slipped cleanly free of my body.
And then, strangely enough, everything went quiet.
I’d at least expected Min Seolah to scream.
But she just stayed crouched there, looking completely stunned.
Her eyes were round, fixed straight ahead.
Meaning Min Seolah’s gaze was… locked on my junk.
"...That fascinating, huh?"
My equipment was impressive, sure. But this wasn’t even the real thing yet—just my usual state. What was there to be that shocked about?
She quickly jerked her eyes away, but at this point…
"Wow. You’re really something else, you know that?"
I meant it.
Even in a situation this terrifying—where your body moved without your will—she was still distracted by that. That was something else.
"Haaah."
I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside.
And Min Seolah followed right along behind me like a little shadow.
"So this is really happening."
"W-What is?"
"Use your brain for once. Why do you think you came in here?"
"H-How am I supposed to know!"
"Didn’t slaves used to help their masters when they bathed?"
"S-Slave?"
"Yeah. A slave is someone who does the work their master needs done. Just like you right now."
"Who’re you calling master!"
"Fine. You don’t want to admit it yet. But you will soon enough. I’m going to keep doing this."
"What the hell did you do to me...?"
"Heh heh. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and start."
No sooner had I finished speaking than Min Seolah grabbed the showerhead.
She turned on the water, tested the temperature with her hand, and once she thought it was right, came back over to my side.
Then she stood there, looking around in confusion.
"What?"
"D-Don’t know."
She looked like she was searching for something.
It didn’t take long to figure out what.
The answer was obvious.
"The sponge is in there, and the soap’s right in front of you."
She was looking for the tools to wash me with.
As expected, Min Seolah took the shower puff from the drawer.
She soaked it in water, lathered it with soap, and the way she worked was surprisingly practiced.
Before long, she’d made the puff thick with foam.
"Oh… you’re good at this. Looks like you’ll never need to use the soap itself."
"I don’t."
"Right? Still, you’re good at it."
"I’m not doing this by choice!"
I still didn’t really understand how this system worked.
She thought and spoke for herself, but her body obeyed on its own—that much was clear.
And if I asked her something, she’d answer as long as she knew the answer.
But how was she so skilled at things she’d never even done before? That was what I couldn’t figure out.
Body movements should have required experience or knowledge, shouldn’t they?
Then again, I couldn’t exactly judge by something as simple as soaping a shower puff.
"This is hard. Real hard."
Min Seolah started spraying water over my body.
She was being very careful, staying as close as possible so the water wouldn’t splash too much.
But even so, there was no way it could all stay contained.
I could already see her clothes getting wet.
"What are you going to do if those clothes get soaked?"
"......"
"If it were me, I’d just take them off and come back in."
"N-No!"
Contrary to her words, her body had already started moving toward the bathroom entrance.
"Wow… seriously, what even is this?"
Min Seolah left the bathroom.
She was probably planning to strip outside and come back in.
From her point of view, her luck had just been lousy.
Of all times, she’d been caught by me while wearing her normal outfit.
If she’d been preparing to enter a dungeon, she would’ve naturally been in the right gear.
She’d have been wearing battle armor made from dungeon leather. Top-shelf stuff, too.
Clothes like that had great defense, but they had all sorts of other effects besides. One of them was that they didn’t get wet.
They were meant to keep monster blood from splattering all over you when you killed one, and if she’d been wearing that, she wouldn’t have needed to strip like this.
But Min Seolah hadn’t been able to.
Because the guild leader had shown up then and made her a little late.
And since the guild leader had come to me and gotten caught as well… in a way, he’d played a pretty major role.
I heard the door open.
When I looked back, Min Seolah was coming in with her outer clothes off, wearing only her underwear top and bottom.
She tried covering herself with her hands, but there was no way that was going to work.
Her bottoms were a pretty sexy pair of panties, but the top was a sports bra.
A slightly mismatched combination.
If the panties had been plain, it might’ve balanced out a little, but those were pretty bold, so…
"I-It’s because we have to enter a dungeon! I don’t normally wear this kind of thing…"
Seeing my gaze move up and down her body, she started blurting out excuses.
Even now, making excuses about the underwear not being a matching set was impressive.
"Yeah, I get it, so hurry up and finish what you were doing."
She hurried back over and sprayed water on my body again.
Once I was thoroughly soaked, she set the showerhead down.
Then she picked up the foam-heavy shower puff she’d left nearby and moved behind me.
Before long, she started gently lathering my shoulders.
I could hear her rough breathing from behind me. She must have been furious to be doing this.
But unlike her mouth, her hands worked obediently and efficiently.
She washed past my shoulders and down my arms, even lifting my arm herself to clean my armpits.
Then the other side.
After that, she carefully scrubbed my back without missing a spot, working little by little downward.
More, a little more. And before long she’d reached my waist.
Without hesitation, Min Seolah moved on to my ass.
The bathroom was quiet.
All I could hear was Min Seolah’s rough breathing and the sound of the shower puff rubbing against my body.
I didn’t know what to say.
My shoulders and arms had been fine, but once her hands started moving over my back, it felt a little…
And then, once she got down to my ass, the whole feeling changed.
Even with the shower puff there, the fact that a woman was touching my body made the whole thing feel heavier and heavier.
It was okay for now since Min Seolah was behind me, but if she came around the front and saw this… her reaction would be worth watching.
Then she moved quickly down both legs.
She was so relentless that every time her hand slipped along the inside of my thighs, I nearly jumped.
Thump.
Finishing my legs, Min Seolah set the shower puff on the sink.
I figured she was going to soap me up again when I saw her pick up the soap, but…
"Hk!"
Her hand slid between my ass cheeks.
"Ugh."
Min Seolah looked horrified, but she still shoved her hand between my buttocks and rubbed up and down.
I hadn’t asked for this much.
Wasn’t this a little too thorough?
Worse, she wasn’t just rubbing lightly—she was pressing in just a little as she moved, and that made it feel even weirder.
"This is seriously too much."
My voice lost some of its force.
A moment ago she’d still been snapping back at me, but now it felt like she’d started letting go. Maybe reality had finally hit her.
"I didn’t tell you to do that."
"Liar."
"I’m serious. I just made you my slave, and you’re acting like a proper slave."
"You’re going to keep me like this?"
"If I let you go, you’d kill me. If it were you, would you let me go?"
"No! Of course not…"
"That’s what I thought."
People should say things worth believing.
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At last, Min Seolah moved around to the front.
The second she saw my fully hard cock, she quickly averted her eyes.
Like that would help. Once she got started again, it was still going to keep catching her attention.
At first, having someone see me naked had felt a little embarrassing.
Up until now, the only women who’d seen my naked body had been my mother and an ex-girlfriend I’d broken up with years ago.
And that girlfriend had been gone for a long time.
I was so busy trying to survive that meeting women had been a luxury.
So for someone like me, this kind of situation wasn’t familiar at all.
But strangely enough, right now I felt nothing.
Had I already gotten used to it? Or maybe it was because I really did think of her as a slave…
Either way, all I found funny now was the way she kept turning her eyes away.
I was even thinking about whether I could use that somehow.
Then it suddenly struck me that maybe I was thinking about this the wrong way.
I had Min Seolah for seven days, at least for now.
Of course, if she surrendered to me, I could keep her forever—but the problem was that I didn’t know how to make that happen.
If I knew what would force her to submit, I’d move toward that immediately. But with no hints at all…
If I failed, then I had seven days left.
What should I be doing during that time?
Was I really going to spend those days with this bitch I couldn’t kill soon enough just having her politely wash my body?
No. That wasn’t it.
"Move the puff. Use your hand."
My sudden words startled her, and she looked up at me in shock.
But her hand had already let go of the shower puff.
"Why are you acting so weird all of a sudden?"
Maybe I’d changed so abruptly that she found it strange.
She asked the question with genuine curiosity, but I didn’t bother answering.
Her hand slid up over my chest and started rubbing.
Because it wasn’t soaped up, her palm clung to me even more tightly.
The way her fingers flicked over my nipples wasn’t bad. I should’ve had her do this from the start.
Once the shower puff was gone, it wasn’t bathing anymore.
This was foreplay. Touching someone in a teasing, ticklish way—that was foreplay, wasn’t it?
And that foreplay was moving toward its end.
Her hand moved down to my stomach, and there it was: my cock, stiff and waiting.
"Khh. Hkhh."
I heard a choked little sound.
Looks like she’d finally broken.
Even with the sound of her crying, I was frighteningly calm.
It didn’t matter either way.
"You know you especially need to do that part well, right?"
One sentence made her sniffles grow louder.
But her hand still kept moving downward.
Before long, Min Seolah, crouched in front of me, turned her head slightly aside and placed her hand on my cock.
Then she gave it a gentle squeeze and slowly started moving it back and forth.
"......"
This wasn’t really washing anymore, was it?
She was just jerking me off.
"You need to look properly, don’t you?"
"Hngh..."
Her head snapped back around and she stared straight at me.
"You should take care of underneath, too."
After all, she still had one hand left.
That hand cautiously slipped below and started kneading my balls.
"Wow…"
It worked.
One sentence, and this happened.
The stimulation hitting both my cock and my balls at the same time was enough to drive me crazy.
"I can’t hold back."
And I had no reason to.