Chapter 133
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: Slave
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"Phew, I can't do any more."
"Me neither."
A sense of relief echoed through Inophe's bedroom.
Just eight hours earlier, these eleven women had been locked in pigsties, barely clinging to life. Now, they wiped the sweat from their brows with the backs of their hands and grinned brightly.
In the midst of them, Inophe lay covered in fluids, her ass raised high as her body twitched and shuddered.
Squelch.
Her pussy and asshole gaped wide open, and from within, semen and her own juices leaked out sporadically, pooling on the filthy floor below.
"Did everyone enjoy themselves?"
"Yes! It felt so damn good!"
"It was the best!"
Well, I enjoyed it plenty too, thanks to them.
Maybe because they saw me as their benefactor for freeing them from this hell, the women took turns serving me even while they were fucking Inophe. From my perspective, it was no different from a full 13P orgy.
"Ow, my back. Guess I went a bit too hard. My waist and thighs are killing me."
"Same here. Turns out fucking something that squirms isn't as easy as it looks."
"Right?"
The women chatted casually, reminiscing about pounding Inophe just moments ago.
Even after we all showered together and got dressed, Inophe still hadn't woken up. But the effects of [Bared Night] were starting to wear off—it was about time for her to come to.
I pressed my foot down on Inophe's face and said,
"So, how about we wrap this up?"
At my question, the women glanced down at Inophe for a moment.
"We talked it over among ourselves, actually."
"We decided not to kill her."
Hm? That was an answer I couldn't quite wrap my head around.
"Didn't she treat you all pretty cruelly?"
"She did."
"Nightmares every single night."
The women nodded in agreement. But they just stared coldly at Inophe without making any further moves.
"Still, as horrible as it was, we managed to survive this long because of her."
"If it weren't for her, most of us would've failed to meet Varkus's daily quotas and died. So we figured we'd spare her life in return."
"...I see."
What kind hearts. If it were me, I'd chop off her limbs while she was still alive and mount her head on a pike.
They're way too soft for surviving in this fucked-up world.
But at the same time, that's what made them appealing.
Girls with personalities like that don't cause trouble in any group.
Gazing out the window at the sunset dying the sky red, I said to the women,
"Anyway, I get where you're coming from. We should probably get moving soon."
"Pardon?"
"Twilight's the darkest time in Haran. People's eyes haven't adjusted to the night yet."
"Oh."
The women hurriedly rummaged through Inophe's bedroom for clothes, threw them on, then gathered in front of me to say their goodbyes before leaving.
"Thank you. We'll definitely repay you for today."
Sincere gratitude always comes through. Their thanks warmed my heart too.
"No need. Do you have any plans for what comes next?"
"Yeah. We talked a lot while keeping watch outside earlier. Since we met like this, it's fate—we're going to band together and keep pushing forward."
Nod. That sounded good.
Bonds forged in crisis last a lifetime. Especially in the Selection Process, where trust is scarce—those crises and bonds are true blessings.
Those eleven would probably value each other more than their own lives, no matter the danger. They'd already stared death and despair in the face.
They're growing on me more by the minute.
Noting that, I beckoned to the women.
"Take one each. They're for you."
"?"
I'd brought eleven duffel bags from one corner of the bedroom. While the women toyed with and fucked Inophe, I'd packed them with her belongings. Their eyes went wide, and they waved their hands frantically.
"N-No, this..."
"W-We can't accept!"
"These are yours, Min-jun!"
Everything expensive except the [Mana Stones] and [Shape-Memory Rings], so their reaction was understandable.
"Take them. I don't need any of it anyway."
"B-But..."
"Sell it all to Varkus, and you can each buy passage on a ship."
"!!"
Buy passage? They'd have money left over—enough to grab a few items and move on to the next area.
Still, the women hesitated to take the duffel bags I offered. I liked that about them.
Not getting greedy even in tough spots—they know their place.
Could there be better recruits for the bitch squad?
"Take them. My backpack's already stuffed; I couldn't carry more even if I wanted to. If you don't, I'll just leave them here."
Urging them firmly, they finally broke down in tears, surrounding me in a group hug.
"Sob... Thank you. Really, thank you."
I patted each of their backs, then led them outside as twilight settled over the world.
The streets were nearly empty of soldiers, and faces were hard to make out in the dim light. No safer time to slip away.
"Head to the Rest Area through Varkus. Take it easy for a while and recover your mind and body."
Nod.
They thanked me once more and vanished into the darkening streets.
I watched from the rooftops until they safely reached the Black Anchor Merchant Company, then quietly returned to Inophe's hideout.
"Nngh."
Inophe was starting to stir from her blackout.
That aside, this isn't going according to plan.
My plan was for the women to have their fun with her and then kill her, but their soft hearts derailed that.
Hm. What to do? Kill her myself?
But if Varkus caught wind of it somehow, all the goodwill I'd built would go down the drain.
Inophe reported in person once or twice a day. If she vanished, he'd investigate for sure, and that sharp old fox would piece it together easily.
Can't just let her live, though—she'd keep hindering humanity's moves.
The Black Anchor Merchant Company acted as our shield, but not everyone liked us.
Some were friendly like Ark Non,
some neutral like Varkus,
and some despised us like Inophe.
Those who hated us caused all sorts of trouble and sabotage, making them major obstacles.
If I could just deal with bitches like her, a ton of people operating in Haran could survive.
So what to do? After some thought, I had my answer.
I'll let her go for now, summon her once I'm in the Rest Area.
Come to think of it, I could use one about now.
My party girls were fine—they got regularly railed under me, making all those cute noises, and the Rest Area lodging kept them healed up.
But the bitch squad? Not so much.
They were probably drowning in stress. Having the perfect outlet to vent on would help.
If I chop off her limbs and hand her over, they'll love it.
Hm, just to be safe, maybe rig her with some fun surprises she won't even notice.
I filled a bucket from the shower and dumped it over Inophe. Splash! The cold shock jolted her upright with a yelp.
"Wh-What?!"
"Sleep well?"
"Y-You... you...!"
Were the effects of [Bared Night] fully gone?
She clearly remembered the eight hours of sucking, licking, and acting all cutesy under me—her face flushed deeper and deeper.
She stammered, unable to string words together.
And then the alerts appeared.
[Inophe's favorability toward you decreases.]
[Inophe's favorability toward you decreases.]
[Inophe's favorability toward you decreases.]
...
The aphrodisiac-boosted affection normalized.
With her favorability gone and hostility restored, Inophe leaped up from her spot.
"I'll kill you!"
Her eyes burned with murderous intent, ready to tear me apart right then. Thud thud thud! Her movements were lightning-fast too—hard to believe that body had climaxed over a thousand times.
This is why the Selection Process defies common sense.
On Earth, ten rounds would've wrecked anyone, but here she was, hopping around fresh after a thousand-plus.
High stats are just bullshit cheats.
With that thought, as Inophe charged to kill me, I murmured softly,
"Sit. Spread your pussy."
Crash!
"Wha...?"
Inophe immediately flopped to the floor and splayed her legs wide.
She looked utterly baffled even as she did it.
...She vaguely knew what was happening, but couldn't fathom why her body moved against her will, leaving her panicked.
"Wh-What the hell is this...?"
"Oh, you really spread 'em right away? That much of a fan of my cock?"
"You bastard!"
Inophe tried to stand again. Or at least, she tried. But she just groaned, rooted in place despite straining with all her might.
"Hey, don't waste your energy. You can't defy me."
"Don't make me laugh! You think you can control me like a puppet?!"
She desperately wanted to jump up and kill me, but her body wouldn't budge. Stuck in front of me, legs spread, her pussy throbbed visibly.
"Wh-What's wrong with my body?!"
Inophe's mind had snapped out of the [Bared Night] haze, but her body hadn't. It remembered the thorough fucking I'd given it and was fully submissive.
Any cock might arouse her, but mine? Her heart, pussy, and womb would pound like they were head over heels.
So from now on, just flash my cock whenever she starts forgetting.
Like rekindling an old flame.
She'd serve as an onahole for life.
Of course, couldn't let a dangerous bitch like her roam free, so off with the limbs normally.
"Damn it! Don't fuck with me! You think I'd submit to some shitty drug?! I'm Inophe! Haran's Sea Serpent! I'll fix this in a second and blow your head off!"
Her willpower was impressive—she was slowly rising.
Oh, genuinely impressed, I said softly,
"Spread your legs."
"Huh?"
"Spread your pussy."
"W-Wait a sec."
"Bitch pose."
Inophe lay back, spread her legs, then at "bitch pose," she sprang up, turned her ass toward me, crouched, and wagged it playfully side to side.
"Wh-What the hell?!"
"This time, crab legs. Nice. Wanna try dancing too? After the dance, piss like a good bitch."
I lounged back leisurely, issuing commands. Inophe obeyed eagerly.
"What the fuck is this?! What the hell's going on?!"
She did lewd dances, got on all fours, lifted a leg like a dog to piss, all while screaming. I shrugged.
"Getting the picture now? You're my slave. You'll do whatever I say."
"Wha...?"
Her pupils shook.
Reality she didn't want to believe. And honestly, 90% bluff. I couldn't make her do much outside of lewd shit.
Even then, the lewd commands were limited.
The patterns she's showing are from the eight hours of forced conditioning while fucking her.
Wasn't planned—I'd meant to kill her.
Just an old habit from taming monsters in my first run that slips out when railing women.
Habitually training them in lewd acts.
Combined with [Bared Night], it synergized, turning her into a 'trained' bitch like a tamed monster.
"No way! This can't be! I can't be a slave obeying some beast!"
But since it wasn't thorough training, my command repertoire was limited.
So I bluffed a bit, and she bought it as reality.
"No way!"
She denied fiercely, but deep down she believed. That belief would chain her from now on.
"Shut up and suck my cock."
"Fuck off! Like I'd suck your filthy dick...! Mmph! Slurp slurp...?"
The aftereffects of [Bared Night] last a lifetime.
This was it.
The implanted pleasure and habits linger forever, unerasable.
I flopped onto the sofa, sinking in deep, as Inophe slurped my cock deliciously. I said,
"Paizuri."
Slurp slurp slurp!
She yanked it from her mouth and mashed her tits around it, sliding up and down. I savored the loving titjob from the short-haired beauty and said,
"Anyway, you can't defy me anymore, so behave."
"Fuck you!"
[Inophe's favorability toward you decreases.]
This was fun in its own way. A proper meat toilet needs some sass.
"Oh right, I gave all your stuff to the women."
"Who said you could?!"
"Me. You traded it all for my cock, remember?"
"Th-That was..."
At a loss, she bit her lip. I slapped her face with my cock, making her nipples perk up as she sucked them.
"Slaves' possessions belong to their masters, right?"
She trembled with rage.
"Anyway, try getting revenge on them for taking your shit. I'll make you regret it."
"Hah, what're you gonna do? Fight the Black Anchor Merchant Company? Think you can take us?"
Her sneer screamed, What can trash like you do? I nodded.
"You misunderstand—obviously no fighting. I'm not that stupid."
Inophe smirked, like That's right.
"But no more cock for you."
She froze.
Her smug grin shattered, eyes trembling wildly. Like she'd die without it, she clutched my cock desperately with her tits and wailed,
"Th-That's cheating!"
"Yup, I'm a cheater. Behave if you want more cock, slave Inophe. Got it?"
I slapped her cheeks with my cock. Shame filled her face, but juices dripped between her thighs.
This bitch was fully masochist now.
"Hey, spread 'em. Gonna fuck you again."
"Fuck off! You don't own me!"
...Yet she obediently lay back and spread wide. Excited for my cock, her nipples and clit stood erect and hard.
I tapped her pussy with my cock; she shuddered, fingers and toes curling.
"Ugh... D-Damn it."
Hated it, but her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Bared Night revives those sensations periodically.
Especially since I'd developed her body thoroughly during that orgy—she'd never cum from tormenting others again.
Now, only by getting her hair yanked and railed underneath.
"What do you say if you want cock?"
Humiliation twisted her face; she chewed her lip and spat,
"...Please fuck Inophe's whore pussy as much as you want."
"And whenever I call, come running and spread like this. Got it?"
Smack!
"Ah! Y-Yes."
After stripping Inophe bare and leaving the hideout, the Milky Way stretched across the night sky.
Even in this fucked-up world, beauty like this existed.
Walking the alley, I said to Inophe matching my pace,
"Why're you hanging back like that?"
"......"
"Don't be shy. Come closer."
Even as I beckoned, she refused to close the gap. Just trailed at a distance.
Hah, not listening? I raised my voice deliberately.
"Inophe, so how's my cock? Tasty?"
"?!"
She jolted and dashed to my side, hissing,
"Are you insane?! Ears everywhere! Keep it down!"
"Sure sure. Anyway, answer me. How was my cock?"
"H-How was it."
"You tasted it all day. Don't play coy."
"Ugh."
"Answer."
I pulled her waist against me; she didn't flee. Guess she realized pulling away hurt her more.
Figuring cooperation was smarter, she answered obediently.
"It... it was huge and amazing."
"And?"
"Dunno."
"Dunno what? I'm asking about my cock. No answer, no more cock ever."
She snapped,
"I don't know! It's your fault!"
"?"
"Women don't even cross my mind anymore! I can't tell if I like girls or guys! All I think about is your cock!"
Expected result. The aphrodisiac from the dream mushroom boosts same-sex attraction.
In mid-Selection Process, tons of homosexuals pop up—couples break after normalization from monsters in Trials.
Truly unpredictable world.
She glared daggers, fuming. Even after training, this onahole still sassed.
But stress-relief onaholes are best with some fight—less guilt.
"That's the outsider."
Voices and stares prickled as we neared the harbor.
Inophe, high stats and all, sensed it and pulled away quick.
Only to bump into my arm and return.
"What're you doing? Get off. Eyes everywhere—keep your distance now."
"No big deal."
"Hah? Wanna die?"
She glared fiercely from my arms, her killing intent stinging my skin.
"Let go. Last warning."
Her executive pride was on the line—release her now.
But that was her problem.
"Nah."
"Wanna test a jawbreaker?"
Hah, still doesn't know her place.
Time for a lesson. I grabbed her tit.
"Huh...?"
Gasps everywhere. Inophe's eyes bulged, mouth agape as she stared.
"Y-You just... what."
I draped my arm over her shoulder like buddies, kneading her tit over her clothes, then slipped inside to grope freely.
Black Anchor folks immediately gossiped.
"Wh-What? Inophe's dating a guy now?"
"Looks like it."
"No way. Her letting a man grope her tits? She'd snap arms for less."
"Actually in love? With an outsider?"
Even amid shock, her supporters were vocal.
"Ridiculous. Inophe wouldn't fall for some beast."
"Just a fucktoy probably."
"Fucktoy? In public? Letting a beast touch her? Inophe?"
Arguments erupted.
None imagined her as a slave.
For the deniers, I slid my hand down and smacked her ass, then roughly groped it.
"Huh?"
"Inophe's ass...?"
"She's just taking it!"
Inophe squirmed belatedly, stomping my foot and shoving my hand away.
Hm, prioritizes face over submitting even here? I gripped her panties.
"Huh?"
Yanked them down.
"?!"
Inophe panicked, face horrified. She flailed, one hand clutching her panties, the other shoving mine.
"You fucking psycho?"
"What kinda talk to your master? Guess we start training over. Hey, spread your legs."
"N-No, stop. I said stop."
"No cock then?"
"!!"
Finally, she covered her face and spread. In front of Black Anchor stares, I dragged her panties to her knees and shoved fingers into her exposed pussy.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!
The wet sounds silenced the alley.
Onlookers gawked, dumbfounded.
Drip. Drip drip.
Seeing the fluids from her thighs, they muttered in shock.
"That's cum...?"
"Inophe took a beast's load?"
"Not just one or two shots."
Inophe, pussy drooling semen and juices, couldn't lift her head.
I held out my cum-soaked fingers.
"What're you waiting for? Clean."
"......"
She stared, hesitated, then slurped them clean obediently. Someone sighed in disbelief.
"...We bowed and scraped to that sow all this time?"
Inophe shuddered hearing it. Anyone'd think rage from shame, but only half right.
Her mind raged; her body didn't. It was trained to cum from abuse.
Thus, my public re-education of Inophe in the street.
"Hey, golden goose."
Someone approached. One of Varkus's guards.
"Hm?"
He neared, blinked at Inophe's state, confused.
"Something wrong?"
"Uh, well... Varkus wants to see you."
Varkus?
Guard's vibe said our relationship wasn't public yet.
Weird. I'd always gone to him; he never summoned first.
"Said it's important—wants to have dinner together."
Ah, got it.
Time at last. I nodded.
"Where to?"
"This way. I'll guide you."
Nod.
"See you later, Inophe."
"......"
"Or wanna join? Serve my meal, maybe I'll consider."
I smacked her ass. She scowled and flipped me off.
Damn, middle finger's universal insult.
Oh well.
I excused myself to the guard and fingered her pussy for two more minutes.
Squelch squelch squelch!
"Inophe's...?"
"What's happening?"
Finally tamed like a good kitty, she quietly fixed her panties and vanished into the company building.