The Golden Orb and the Wolf's Den
The thought flashed through my mind like lightning: was the cheat item I’d been given in this new world nothing more than a goddamn golden dildo? And what the hell were its abilities? Right before the bandits had captured me, the golden orb had whispered a warning in my head. …Danger Sense?
“Shut the fuck up over there! You want me to come over and shut you up myself?”
The guard standing in front of the iron bars glared at me with murderous eyes. I quickly lowered my head.
“S-sorry.”
I swallowed hard and immediately pretended to fall asleep. Even after several hours had passed, I couldn’t stop thinking about that golden orb. Maybe it was something I absolutely needed to survive in this other world. The problem was, when I’d stripped earlier, I’d absentmindedly shoved it down my pants. Now the golden orb was out of my hands. I had to get it back before someone else took it. Because of that worry, sleep refused to come. I spent the entire night staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open.
In the morning, we were given a thin gruel that looked like something meant for livestock. Even that was pitifully small, and my stomach kept growling long after the so-called meal. Hunger and thirst gnawed at me fiercely, but worrying about such things felt like a luxury. What mattered more was the dread of what might happen today. The future looked nothing but terrifying. After all, the bandits in a fantasy world were the kind of people who treated human lives as casually as ripping a sheet of paper. Not knowing when I might die, I stayed tense the whole time, curled up in a tight ball.
Then suddenly the iron cell door creaked open and a guard poked his head in.
“Come out one by one, in order.”
At those words, the prisoners flinched and slowly rose from their spots. Everyone was completely naked, but with their lives on the line, shame was the last thing on anyone’s mind. With exhausted expressions, they glanced at each other nervously before shuffling outside one after another.
“Where are we going?” a curly-haired blond young man asked as he stepped out.
I’d expected the guard to snap at him for daring to speak, but he answered calmly.
“Work detail. We’re repairing the outer fence around the mountain stronghold.”
The word “work” lifted a heavy weight from my chest. At least we weren’t being sold at a slave market or marched off to our deaths. My steps felt noticeably lighter as I left the prison.
Ten of us—men and women—formed two neat lines and walked nervously through the middle of the bustling bandit stronghold. Sharp, hungry stares pricked us from every direction. Several men openly leered at the naked female prisoners, swallowing loudly. One woman even licked her finger while staring with sticky eyes at the swinging cocks of the male captives. The whole place was a den of wolves and foxes blinded by lust. It felt like one spark of provocation would send them all rushing in, turning the scene into an outright orgy.
I kept my head down, desperately wishing this moment would pass quickly, when the person in front of me suddenly stopped. My forehead bumped into their back with a dull thud.
What the—?
I scratched my head and looked toward the front of the line. Four people were blocking the path, and the guard leading us was talking to the one who seemed to be their leader—a red-haired woman with a scar on her left cheek.
After exchanging a few words, the woman suddenly broke into a grin and began slowly, deliberately scanning our group with great interest. Then our eyes met. Afraid something bad might happen, I quickly looked away.
But damn it. I heard her chuckle softly, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. I kept my head bowed, silently praying she would just pass by, but she walked straight past the first and second rows and stopped right in front of me in the third row.
“Where are you from?”
She tilted her face so close I could feel her breath, wearing an expression that was half curious, half playful. Did Easterners look that exotic to these people?
“…I’m from Korea.”
“Korea? There’s a country called that?”
“Yes. It’s the country where I was born.”
“Hmm, you really came from far away, didn’t you?”
Her piercing gaze tickled my face. Despite the scar, she had a sexy look about her. She was so close I could feel her breath, and her voice was seductive. The longer I met her eyes, the stranger I felt. It was like she was draining my energy. Before she could suck it all out of me, I turned my head and stared at a distant mountain.
“For a man, your skin is awfully clean and pale. You must be from a good family?”
She looked me up and down with clear interest, examining every inch of my body, before her attention quickly shifted elsewhere.
To my lower half.
“Whoa.”
She crouched down, and a fascinated smile spread across her lips. I flinched. Without hesitation, she reached out and touched my shriveled cock, which had shrunk like a frightened caterpillar. Her fingers gripped the head and stroked it up and down. The way she stared made me burn with embarrassment.
“You’ve got quite the impressive thing here. The shape, the size—both exactly my type. Even soft, it’s long and thick. Amazing.”
She tossed out those shameless, vulgar words without a hint of shame. The bandits watching from all around burst into loud, vulgar laughter—some guffawing, others giggling.
And it only got worse.
“Anyone among you bigger than this guy while still soft? If so, step forward!”
“Squad Leader 8! Are you insulting us?”
“What do you take us for? That size is average among us!”
“Looks like the squad leader doesn’t know—plenty of men are big when soft but useless once they get hard!”
The woman’s eyes sparkled at one man’s comment. She looked up at my face and gave me a little wink.
“Shall we test how big it gets when fully erect? And whether it stays as bold as it looks now?”
“Well, um…”
Honestly, the situation was humiliating, but when it came to size, I had confidence. I was the kind of guy who secretly compared himself to others at public baths and saunas, quietly feeling superior. The only time I’d ever lost was once against a black guy who was over two meters tall. Other than that, I’d never been defeated.
“G-go ahead and test it.”
I cleared my throat and proudly thrust my hips forward. A pointless competitive spirit had flared up inside me. Even if I refused, these people wouldn’t listen anyway, and it wasn’t exactly dangerous. Besides, while I wasn’t twisted enough to actually enjoy this, it seemed smarter to keep saying “Yes, yes” and stay on their good side rather than scream “No, no.” That way I’d live longer. If I angered them and they suddenly swung a blade, I might end up as the first genre novel protagonist killed the moment he arrived in another world.
“Alright, you’ll do nicely. You, get him hard.”
The woman removed her hand from my cock, stood up, and pointed at the female prisoner standing beside me.
“Show me how well you can make it stand.”
The female prisoner looked momentarily flustered, but she quickly set her jaw with determination and walked over to me. She crouched down in front.
I didn’t know her name. We’d never even spoken. But I could roughly guess what kind of person she was. She had a pure, elegant appearance, but she was clearly no delicate flower. Her large, clear eyes held a mysterious, hardened resolve—like someone who had survived countless hardships. And even though she was about to do something utterly humiliating in front of everyone—touching a man’s cock—she showed not the slightest hesitation.
She grabbed my member firmly and began stroking it back and forth with quick, practiced movements.
“Ah…”
I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of her hand. I felt a little sorry for her, but I hadn’t forced her, and we were both prisoners. There was nothing we could do but obey if we wanted to survive. If the bandits wanted entertainment, becoming their plaything and enduring every kind of humiliation was probably just one of the miserable roles a captive had to accept.
But it refused to get properly hard. The shame of being toyed with by bandits was stronger than any lust. A quiet rage was rising from deep inside me, crushing any arousal before it could grow.
“How long are you going to take with your hands? Are we going to be here all day? Use your mouth.”
When the red-haired woman ordered her with a bored expression, arms crossed, the prisoner nodded silently. Then, with a look of firm resolve, she took my cock into her mouth without hesitation.
For a second I almost moaned out loud. Wow, it was warm and soft. Every time her head—covered in brown hair—bobbed back and forth, her tongue swirled around the head. The sensation was so good my scalp tingled and my hair stood on end.
I had only wished to be dropped into a classic medieval fantasy world… but had God actually sent me into some kind of erotic fantasy instead?
Thanks to the female prisoner’s skilled oral technique, my cock gradually began to rise. And when it finally reached its full, perfect form, gasps of admiration and cheers erupted from all around.
“We admit defeat!”
“That guy’s size must be a racial trait!”
“What the hell race is he anyway?”
“Did it feel good earlier?”
While I was grunting and carrying stones the size of a human head to repair the outer fence of the mountain stronghold, the curly-haired blond man approached. He glanced nervously at the overseer before whispering to me.
“She’s the prettiest one among the female prisoners here. Getting a blowjob from a girl like that… you probably won’t be able to sleep for a while. Nice slim figure too. And those big tits.”
“……”
I scratched my chin awkwardly and looked off into the distance. The brown-haired woman who had so diligently licked my cock earlier was now working hard carrying stones. At first I hadn’t cared at all, but since she was the first woman in this world to suck me off, my eyes kept drifting back to her.
“Want me to ask her name for you?”