Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: My Slave is No Ordinary One - 1
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I gazed at Kallisa's face, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked my cock, and Verdia came to mind.
Because their faces resembled each other? No.
It was because I wanted to mold Verdia into something like this.
"Master."
The moment we returned to the workshop, I hooked my fingers into Kallisa's panties and spread them wide to the sides.
Pop!
"...What is this?"
"The panties worn until just moments ago by the busty tavern wife."
"You could just say you succeeded. You creepy bastard..."
"Isn't it natural for a hunter to take trophies as proof of the kill?"
"Did she let you have your way right in front of her husband?"
I answered confidently.
"Yes."
"You're improving."
"Thanks to you, Master."
My cock had finally been optimized for training otherworld MILFs.
"The money I got today. Thirty silver coins."
"...You really squeezed her dry."
"She even said this was as far as it could go. Isn't this plenty?"
Master fiddled with the money pouch and nodded.
"Let's go buy a slave."
"Yes!"
I changed into my street clothes and headed out into the streets with Master.
"I don't have a trainer's license yet. Is that okay?"
"It's fine. I've got you covered."
This is nerve-wracking.
Master said buying a slave for training cost ten gold.
Failure wasn't an option.
As we walked toward the city center, Master spoke.
"When training a slave, keep three directions in mind."
"Three directions?"
"Obedience, loyalty, affection. The three elements that form a slave's mindset."
"No spoiling, huh."
"Don't foster that. It hinders proper training."
"Isn't a little pampering cute?"
"How hard do you think it'll be to sell a girl who whines to you?"
"..."
I flinched.
Right. I'm not keeping my women.
I have to make ones I can sell.
But that thought suddenly made my stomach churn.
"If you want to survive, harden your heart."
"...Yes."
"You'll learn once you handle a woman. With experience, you'll know just by looking."
"What kind of temperament she has."
"Then train her accordingly?"
"You'll soon realize it's easy to make most women obedient."
"Once the master-slave relationship forms, obedience sprouts first."
"True."
"Do you know the difference from the other two?"
"Obedience is just following orders, while loyalty and affection..."
Huh?
Now that I tried to put it into words, I couldn't pinpoint the difference.
Affection and loyalty were terribly foreign emotions to me.
Master explained in my place as I stammered.
"Loyalty is sincere devotion from the heart."
"Following because they truly wish for their master's well-being. Affection is even trickier. They must cherish and embrace even the master's flaws."
"Can training achieve that?"
"A skilled trainer can prepare any slave from now on to fall in love with their master at any time."
"Think any man would skimp on money for a girl like that?"
"..."
None.
Undoubtedly, she'd fetch whatever price was asked.
"Sounds tough."
"That's included in saying most women can be made obedient."
"Slaves instilled with loyalty or affection are priceless. It's not just about the trainer's skill; the slave must have a special temperament too."
In other words, some women are born for it.
And the prettier she is, with all sorts of desirable traits, the rarer she becomes.
"Make her obedient first. Have her serve her master faithfully."
"Do that well, and you've got a proper slave."
"Where's this?"
After walking far from Beast Street, I couldn't help but be stunned by the changed scenery.
The ground was impeccably clean, entirely marble.
At the road's end stood luxurious buildings of marble and gold.
Nothing like Beast Street.
"This is Magneta, the heart of Isil."
"Magneta..."
I nodded absently and looked around.
If isolated here, I'd believe I'd returned to Earth.
Incredible sculptures lined the streets.
"Magneta manages everything in the city and houses the Trainers' Association."
"Trainers' Association?"
"Isil is an emperor-designated training special district. Over a century old. The Association manages gate-crossers and sells them as slaves. Unlike street markets, only verified slaves here."
Mid-conversation, a woman in a miniskirt uniform approached.
"Please present your identification."
Bior showed his trainer's license.
"Lord Bior. Confirmed."
"Shall I guide you to the S-rank slave sector?"
"C-rank."
"To the C-rank slave sector. Current market averages 10 to 30 gold."
...
If I'd been captured outside, would I have ended up sold here?
No, Master said these are verified slaves.
Someone like me would've probably been rolling on the grimy floors of Beast Street's corner markets.
I whispered to Master while eyeing the guide's rear.
"She's pretty. Magneta staff."
"All of them are beauties."
The miniskirt clung to her ass, highlighting its curves, making me swallow hard.
She caught my blatant stare and glanced back.
"...We've arrived."
I looked around.
Well-dressed men discussed pussies and tits... having refined conversations.
Debating which slaves to buy, probably.
I could join talks like that.
If I had the money.
Soon, we entered a grand marble building to view the slaves.
Far from what I'd imagined.
Slaves floated motionless in capsules integrated into the walls, breathing through oxygen masks.
Dozens filled the entire C-sector. At first, I shuddered, thinking they were corpses.
But the women inside were clearly alive and breathing.
"All C-rank slaves?"
"Yes. Ages 20 to 30-ish. All young women."
I scanned them and rubbed my chin.
...Mediocre.
Even with so many naked women exposed down to their pussies, no excitement stirred.
"Heard they were verified, but they're not that pretty."
"The grading here differs from outside. Looks and talent matter, but 'verified' means excellent health."
"Health?"
"Look closely. All have intact limbs, no facial scars."
"Ah."
"Captured by the emperor's direct team. No harmful parasites or diseases. Minimal headaches."
Parasites or diseases...
I hadn't considered that.
Buy a slave, only for her to have syphilis from rolling in filth or some mystery plague—nothing worse.
'Worth the price.'
Plus, the atmosphere here...
Magneta's slave sector wasn't for just anyone.
Great to tour it on Master's clout today.
'The joy of picking!'
Looking closer, some were decently hot.
Couldn't compare to the top-tier women I'd been fucking lately, but as a general assortment, they tempted.
Line 'em up on the bed and devour.
Wonder what others saw?
Even noble ladies scrutinizing male slaves' cock sizes.
If I'd been in a capsule, what rank?
'D-rank outside, easy S-rank here.'
"Pick the slave you'll sell."
"Yes!"
I closely read the status windows on the walls.
Oh ho. Detailed capture circumstances.
'This slave drew a dagger and resisted the moment the capture team approached...'
Another used firearms, damaging the team.
But most C-ranks seemed like ordinary country girls.
They resisted but were captured easily.
Average bodies, average faces—hard to differentiate.
I shifted from status to inspecting their bodies.
'For merchandise value...'
Big tits, slim waist, wide hips...
Like Verdia's figure...
No way.
That body would start at A-rank minimum.
Many had slight flab or short legs—regrettable.
'Hmm.'
"How is it?"
"If half of Kallisa, I'd pick instantly. Motivation's dropping."
"This isn't wife-shopping..."
Snickers.
Onlookers laughed as they passed.
"Honestly, 10 gold seems steep. Do they sell?"
"You'll take easy missions. Profit 5-6 gold."
"Assuming the slave's body stays intact..."
...Damage lowers value, huh.
Screw it.
She's just to be sold anyway.
"This woman."
"Hm."
Master's eyebrow twitched.
The reason...
"This woman bit off a capture team member's finger."
A wild boar record in a deceptively mild package.
"Must you take the hard path?"
"My inner hip-hop's telling me to pick the toughest C-rank."
Of course, the monologue said nothing.
If my fate compass activated here, it'd be despair.
Anyway, one Kallisa could handle ten of these combined.
Ariella? A hundred... Blasphemy to compare.
She had the world's best milk tanks.
And a stunning face.
Master sighed and pressed the wall button.
The capsule vanished somewhere.
"Purchased?"
"Yes."
I followed Master out of the slave sector to Magneta's core.
Whoa, like an airport?
So many miniskirt-uniformed beauties—eye candy.
All gorgeous, like flight attendants.
"How may I assist?"
"Bought a slave."
"One moment."
"Want to take a mission too."
"Pick from here?"
Master deftly operated the panel.
...
Never expected this in another world.
Magneta Center was modernized, somehow.
Armed security with guns wouldn't look out of place.
"You have accepted the 'Mouth Pussy Slave' request. Client is Mr. Konde in Beast Street Alley 3."
Whoa...
My cock twitched.
She said "mouth pussy" so crisply, like an announcer.
Even smiled at me, the receptionist sis.
'Gulp.'
Not a bad place to work.
"Let's get your slave, rookie."
"Yes."
Following staff, we reached the pickup area. My slave had just emerged from her capsule.
Small tits and ass, but feminine delicacy, a slim face suiting her green bob—decent enough.
While Master handled payment, our eyes met.
'She's glaring.'
Does she know who bought her?
Train this fierce one into a mouth pussy slave.
First real training, but oddly, no tension.
Practice was life-or-death anyway.
"Follow."
"Ugh...!"
Master yanked the collar handed by staff.
The roughly dragged woman glared murderously at Master...
But...
"..."
Master subdued her with a look.
"Hic...!"
Even old, a hulking orc's glare intimidated.
Feels like buying a pet.
She wore Magneta's full-body tights—like packaging.
Dragged to our workshop.
I watched from behind.
Her head swiveling—confused by unfamiliar sights.
'Probably nabbed right after gating.'
I was clueless when locked in Chartreuse manor too.
Desperately memorizing the route, poor thing.
'Damn. Turning me on.'
This situation—shopping for a woman to train as I please, like groceries—forced excitement on me.
Master entered the workshop and released the collar.
"Master?"
"You heard the mission. Train this slave as a fellatio slave. Deadline: three days."
"Client saw her face and offered up to 20 gold."
Face pic transmission? Possible?
Just teach her to suck cock well, everyone's happy?
"I won't interfere. Handle issues yourself."
"Of course."
"By the way..."
Master grinned.
"Mission requires preserving virginity."
"Yes?"
Wait, then...
Just shove my cock in that snarling mouth?
To the finger-biter?
...
"Master. Can I use a dildo?"
"No."
"...Damn."
Felt blocked from the start.
I get Master raising me strict, but digging my weakness suddenly...
'How to train without sex?'
I'm a man who weakens without cock thrusts.
Master went to his room. Alone with the woman.
"...Um. Hi?"
"Why work under that monster?"
"Monster? Master?"
"Weird skin color."
Ah, from a no-orc world. Like me.
"What's your name?"
I pulled a chair and sat. Start casual.
Relationship building basics, step by step.
"...Rona."
"Rona. Know why you're here?"
"No."
"You're a slave. Otherworlders default to slave status here."
"Who made that ridiculous law?"
"I'm in a similar spot. Work for Master by choice."
"...You from another world too?"
"Yeah."
Conversation clicking.
"Don't you know this is wrong?"
"I do. But survival demands it. Accept humbly."
"I know fellatio. Read it in books. Turn me into a sex slave to sell?"
"Yeah."
No hiding it.
The walls' dildos, whips, ropes screamed the purpose.
"...I hate it. Force anything in my mouth, I'll bite."
I don't wanna shove my cock in your mouth either.
Like shoving my head in an alligator's jaws hoping it behaves.
But no choice.