Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: My Slave is Unusual - 2
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I can't be picky about my first job!
I immediately threw off my coat.
"You've heard the whole story. We don't have time to waste. I have to train you into an excellent slave, and you have to submit to the training diligently."
"And if I refuse?"
"We'll both just end up exhausted.
Even if you reject being a slave and flee this city, you have no future out there."
I spoke calmly.
My master said that training requires the subject's cooperation.
The key was making Rona feel that she needed to submit to my training willingly.
...But if I were Rona, I wouldn't gladly become an oral slave after hearing that explanation.
In the end, I have no choice but to create the situation myself.
The deadline was three days!
Less than half the time I spent training Kallisa.
With pussy sex off-limits, it was hard to expect the results I wanted.
I couldn't just shove it in her ass right away, either.
Would a client who wants a virgin buy a slave whose asshole had been turned into a cumrag with a smile?
If this were a game, maybe, but exploiting contract loopholes could jeopardize future deals.
I needed to figure out exactly what the client wanted.
Given the short deadline, they probably didn't want a completely broken-in slave.
In other words, a pure virgin who knew nothing of sex, one who would serve with her mouth...
I had the details nailed down.
Turn this woman, who glared at me like I was her parents' murderer,
into a devoted oral slave who would cling to my cock the moment she saw it and suck it eagerly.
That was Trainer Geum Taeyang's first mission.
"Stand up."
"..."
Rona just glared at me, but she didn't defy my order.
For now, her hands were bound, and she probably figured there was no point in resisting.
Let's test her.
I brought my mouth to the nape of Rona's neck.
Right then.
"Eek!"
Rona lunged to bite my ear, as if she'd been waiting for it.
I'd anticipated it, so pinning her down wasn't hard, but the feral intensity she revealed far exceeded my expectations.
"Die! Die! Just die!"
"Ugh! Stay still!"
She's incredible.
Where did this strength come from in such a slender body? Calming her desperate thrashing wasn't easy.
Even more violent than when Fiona resisted.
She twisted her whole body without caring if she hurt herself.
This is no joke!
Pretending to cooperate while aiming for a fatal strike on me.
I knew she'd come at me, but it was a chilling moment.
Damn...
I regretted my choice a little as I poured all my strength into holding down her wildly struggling body.
Maybe I should've picked a more docile-looking girl?
The thought of letting this one near my cock made my vision go dark.
But if she didn't bite, the client would complain with something like, "Your dick disappeared."
How the hell was I supposed to compensate for that?
"Stay still, I said...!"
"Die! Dieee!"
I slammed my fist into Rona's stomach.
"Guhk!"
Rona drooled and pitched forward.
"You don't seem to grasp your position."
Rona lifted her head, her eyes brimming with hatred toward me.
Yeah, she seemed too docile somehow.
I kicked her in the stomach.
"Agh!"
"Should I just beat you to death? Is that what you want?"
Rona curled her lip slightly.
"You know you paid a fortune to buy me..."
She'd figured that out too.
Training a person requires paying attention to so many things.
But some issues resolve simply.
I stomped down on Rona's head as she lay helplessly sprawled.
"Kugh!"
"So?"
"You can't just hurt me recklessly."
"It's hard to recover the investment on a useless slave. So, what happens then?"
I donned the mask of the "Ruthless Trainer."
It was a fake persona I'd created to keep bitches from climbing over me, but my practice made it convincingly menacing.
But inside, I was as scared as Rona.
Of the reality that might await me.
I'd invested my entire fortune buying this woman. No turning back, and I had to turn a profit.
I couldn't rely on Kallisa's pussy forever. If she started supporting me, her husband would catch on for sure.
I had no money.
Rona scanned the rundown workshop interior and read my weakness perfectly.
But as long as she didn't make an issue of it, fine.
If she saw through my facade, I'd be the sucker, and I'd fail to tame this slave.
"Your attitude is making me think bad thoughts."
I pressed down harder with my foot.
"S-Stop..."
Rona submitted to the pain soon enough.
When I lifted my foot, she snapped her head up and glared murderously,
but I acted the cold-hearted bastard to hide my real face behind the mask.
A killer's gaze, a frozen expression.
- Fear flickered in the woman's eyes...
Terror imprinting.
With fear planted, Rona lowered her gaze.
The hierarchy was established.
"Stand up."
"..."
I grabbed Rona's hair as she reluctantly rose and yanked her toward me.
"Agh!"
"Answer when I speak."
"Got... it."
Training begins.
I seized Rona's hair and kissed her.
Before she could even register what was happening.
"Don't bare your teeth. I'll rip them all out."
"...Mmph..."
Once planted, the stake of fear doesn't come out easily.
Since she saw me as something terrifying, I ravished her mouth freely.
Shoving my tongue in, drooling saliva into her.
Kallisa swallowed it eagerly, but Rona gagged and turned her head.
I immediately slapped her cheek.
"Hak!"
Thick teardrops welled in Rona's eyes and fell.
"Don't make a scene."
My heart ached.
I hadn't wanted to go this far.
But having chosen to survive as a trainer in this world, I couldn't afford weakness.
"Look at me properly."
"..."
I forced her head up by the hair to make her face me.
"I'm trying to help you. Do you know what happens to a useless bitch no one buys in this city?"
"No..."
"They drag you off like a pig and butcher you."
Something I'd heard at the Chartreuse estate.
D-rank slaves who fail to rise to C-rank don't just die.
They're recycled into meat.
When I wandered Beast Street with my master, I never saw such bloody places, so I thought it might be just a ghost story.
But now, ghost story or not, I had to use it.
This woman might be C-rank by Magneta Center standards, but in the city, she's just worthless D-rank trash.
"I guarantee getting sold as merchandise is better."
"How would you know?!"
"Open your mouth."
Rona opened her mouth, sobbing.
I got strangely aroused kissing her as she wept pitifully.
Kiss... passed.
While ravishing her grief-stricken mouth unilaterally, I gently groped her body.
"Ah... Don't touch me...!"
Ignoring her, I toppled Rona and overlaid my body on hers.
"Hngh, hng...!!"
Indeed, pinned like this, she couldn't overcome the physical difference between man and woman.
Rona was just a slender girl.
She couldn't move, trapped under me.
Naturally, I stripped off her full-body tights, revealing her flawless skin.
My cock was already rock-hard, straining to burst through my pants.
"Stop...!"
I licked her regrettably underdeveloped breasts, then latched my lips onto her nipples and sucked noisily.
"Hik!"
I mounted her shuddering body and, with lingering regret, gently rubbed her virgin pussy with my fingers.
Rona bared her teeth again, but I clamped her arm in her mouth like handling a mad dog.
Her teeth pierced my skin, stinging.
"Kgh!"
"One more time, and I'll really smash them."
Her canines withdrew from my arm.
But her rage lingered; Rona kept growling.
"Don't worry. Just a taste."
I couldn't ignore the client's request and take her virginity.
I pulled out rope and bound her. Seeing her naked, kneeling, body trussed up sent a strange thrill boiling in my gut.
Bound like this, her feminine curves—where they should protrude and recede—were accentuated by the ropes, making her look stunning.
Her kneeling posture, like she was being punished, was a nice touch too.
"I... won't become a slave in some unknown place like this."
Rona was much weakened.
Bound so tightly blood barely flowed, she must have been dizzy.
The helplessness of being unable to escape dominated her.
Considering her fiery temperament, I'd tied her to maintain the kneeling pose, then reached around to torment her exposed pussy.
Pulling the rope lifted her soft ass like fruit in a net, parting her pussy lips.
True to the Magneta Center's certification, it looked like a pure virgin pussy untouched by sex.
I slathered lubricant on my slick fingers and caressed her pristine pink folds.
"...Hng. Kgh..."
Rona's breath hitched occasionally, but she made no other sound.
Lips clamped shut, enduring like making noise meant defeat.
As if that was her rebellion against me.
I yanked the rope immediately.
"Ahngh."
The ropes bit into her tender skin like a snake coiling around prey.
As Rona pitched forward on her knees, her ass lifted naturally, fully exposing her pussy.
I rubbed her mound with slick fingers until her pussy was soaked enough, teasing her clit.
Feather-light strokes—she'd cum eventually.
First, drain her stamina like this.
"Don't... "
An hour later, Rona's lips quivered, ragged breaths leaking out.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"That... "
"Say it properly."
"Don't touch my body...!"
I pinned her resistance and slipped my hand between her defenseless cheeks, caressing her pussy even more relentlessly.
Mechanically grinding her pussy without thought.
"Hak, hak, hak..."
I poured lube nonstop, not giving her pussy a chance to dry.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.
"Ah... Ack... Hnggh...!"
"If you don't cooperate, I have to use methods like this."
Rona's pussy was already a sopping mess.
Repeated orgasms made her asshole twitch lewdly.
My master's fingering techniques were proving useful.
"No...!"
I silently continued tormenting her pussy.
Even though it should've gotten boring, the mushy texture felt so good I kept going.
Not boring at all.
After three or four hours, Rona clamped her thighs and panted roughly.
"Bathroom..."
Finally, the moment arrived.
The inevitable call of nature no human can ignore.
"No."
I flatly refused and kept rubbing her pussy.
Rona's ass twitched as she hung her head.
"Gonna... shit."
"Then shit."
A few more minutes, and she grew desperate.
"Please, bathroom..."
"Promise to cooperate with the training."
"I-I'll cooperate. Let me go to the bathroom."
She thinks faking cooperation is enough.
"Say 'Master.'"
"...Master."
"'Please let me use the bathroom.' Say it."
"Please... let me use the bathroom..."
Humiliation colored Rona's face.
I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom.
"Big one or small one?"
"Small... one..."
I set her in front of the toilet but didn't let go; Rona writhed in my arms, groaning.
"Put me down."
"Do it like this."
"At least let me use the bathroom alone."
"You have any words after trying to chew off my ear a few hours ago?"
I tightened my arms around her.
Rona, folded at the waist in my hold, trembled her ass.
"Come on, Master's watching, so piss yourself."
"Ngh..."
Rona finally gave up and relaxed.
"Ah. Hold on."
I spun her around to face the wall instead of the toilet.
Rona startled, clenching her ass desperately.
Haha, did she leak a little just now?
"Don't joke! ...I almost pissed on the floor."
She must've been raised refined.
Even in urgency, she had lines she wouldn't cross.
"Not joking."
I suckled her nape noisily as I spoke.
"Hold it until I say it's okay."
"What?"
"No pissing without my permission."
"..."
Rona sighed.
Thinking it was some weird demand.
"Fine."
I turned her back toward the toilet.
And waited until I said to go...
We were wrapped in bizarre silence.
"...Not yet?"
"Shh."
She probably thought it was no big deal at first.
Bound head to toe, she couldn't go without me anyway.
But really, needing someone's permission to piss is deeply humiliating.
Imagine a grown virgin you barely know can't go without your say-so,
twisting in front of you, begging to use the bathroom—how indecent is that?
This was a flavor of training I'd never known.
The thrill of controlling an attractive opposite sex at will.
As my master said, I'd attached a "switch only I can press."
At a glance, delaying her piss seemed trivial, but it was training too.
Especially effective for taming bratty bitches!
Rona's body shuddered.
"C-Can't I... now?"
"Don't whine. Wait until I permit it."
"Ah... Kgh..."
Rona might've been thinking, "Screw it, just piss?"
Want to let go?
"Beg me to let you piss."
"..."
"Say, 'Master, please permit me to piss.'"
Rona whipped her head to glare at me.
Her cheeks flushed red.
"D-Do you have no parents? No siblings?"
"Piss without permission, and you'll be punished."
Rona trembled violently.
I hugged her slender body tight, waiting for her to piss.
It'd be fun if she couldn't hold it and burst.
Not every day you get to watch a grown virgin piss right in front of you.
"Master..."
Finally, Rona spoke.
"Please permit me to piss."
"Good. Go ahead."
"Ah...!"
With my permission, Rona pissed gleefully.
She'd held it so long, the stream jetted out powerfully; I watched in admiration.
"Don't look...!"
"Held it well? Good girl."
She did as told, so I added praise.
Rona squeezed her eyes shut, mortified beyond endurance.
"Here, I'll wipe you."
I knelt her on the floor and cleaned her pussy with our workshop's precious toilet paper.
Loss of bodily control shocked Rona more than expected; now even pussy teasing left her limp and obedient.
She'd bodily realized she couldn't even shit without my help.
With her stubbornness broken, Rona started asking questions.
"Where is this place? Is it that dangerous?"
"Dangerous as hell. I almost got stabbed to death."
"You should've died then."
I silently rubbed her clit fast without a word.
"Hnggh...! Stop. Stop it...!!"
"Sorry? Not sorry?"
"S-Sorry...! Sorry!"
"'Master!'"
"Master, I'm sorry...!"
"Good."
Behave before I rub your clit.
I ground it harder anyway.
My hand was drenched.
Half lube, half Rona's pussy juice.
Time for the next phase.