Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: Contract Breach - 2
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While my master was away, I was the owner of this training workshop.
I'd carry out the duties I'd taken on responsibly!
I stripped naked right there and shoved my morning wood into Rona's mouth.
"Mm. Mmph..."
She didn't seem too keen on it.
I gently stroked her head, then slowly applied pressure with my hand.
"Suck."
"Slurp... Schlick..."
"You're not doing this because I told you to.
You're just doing the obvious service for your master's morning erection."
"..."
"Rona."
Rona nodded.
Once she got the point, she suddenly started sucking my cock with devotion, like she'd been desperately craving it since morning.
'Ah!'
It felt so good I nearly moaned out loud.
All that time yesterday with her mouth on it had paid off.
Her mouth pussy was already well-acquainted with my cock.
"Use your lips and face more actively. That's service too."
"Use my face...?"
"Rubbing your cheeks, forehead, eyelids against my balls and shaft—skinship like that."
"..."
Rona's cheeks flushed red.
She had her cute side.
Probably why they'd asked for a virgin's mouth pussy to be trained in the first place.
"Churu slurp. Smooch. Muah..."
Rona learned to use every part of her face for that cute skinship, just as I'd instructed.
If she'd kept being a dumb bitch who talked back, it would've been a real hassle, but luckily she quickly learned that defying me wasn't smart.
I felt great.
The training was worth it.
After enjoying her mouth pussy service for a good while, I thrust my hips forward.
Rona's eyes widened in surprise as she kissed the cockhead and pursed her lips.
"I'm cumming!"
"Mm. Mmph... Smooch."
I shoved my cock down her throat and unloaded my semen as I pleased.
Throat pussies can't get pregnant—best part.
I could shoot load after load without hesitation, and Rona swallowed it all, no cleanup needed.
"Good girl."
"Master."
"Yeah?"
"Please loosen the ropes. It hurts."
She'd been bound since yesterday—must've been rough.
"Just a little looser, please."
"Can you show me an even better attitude?"
"Yes."
Good.
Rewarding a well-behaved slave is the master's role too.
I loosened her restraints enough that she could at least stand and walk.
"Ha, haaa..."
As her suppressed body relaxed, a lewd sigh escaped her lips—she must've felt amazing.
"One more mouth pussy before breakfast."
"Yes, Master."
I sat on the bed and leisurely received Rona's fellatio.
"Muah... Slurp. Schlick. Schlick... Hoo... Haa..."
"Keep eye contact with me."
"Yes."
"Like you're looking at your beloved master."
"..."
Rona gazed up at me with moist eyes, working her tongue diligently.
When her jaw started tiring and her movements dulled, I grabbed her head and shook it, fucking her throat myself.
"Glrk. Gulp. Ulp. Mm. Mm..."
"Stick out your tongue and take the cock thrusts."
"Mm. Mm. Mm."
I rubbed along the silky path her tongue provided, stabbed deep into her throat, and came.
Spurt. Splurt splurt.
"Hoo."
Rona calmly swallowed my semen, then sucked the tip clean to get every last drop.
Her suction control was perfect, just like I'd taught her yesterday.
Not too painful, not too weak.
From then on, I started teaching her more specifics.
Mouth pussy service for morning wood, taking surprise cock insertions into her mouth and sucking them off, and so on.
I spent the time meticulously training her into a slave tailored to my tastes.
Rona no longer defied me carelessly,
and even seemed to enjoy sucking my cock while getting her pussy teased.
Was she influenced by all that acting I'd made her do?
"...Smooch. Smooch."
Watching Rona suck my cock, I felt a pang of complicated emotions for a moment.
'...Tomorrow I have to take her to the client and sell her.'
She wouldn't suddenly act out in her new home at this point, but that wasn't what bothered me.
An innocent virgin.
The girl who'd shared her first kiss with me—who knows if she'd kissed before—and now sucked my cock; I felt a bond with her like a partner.
The thought of her servicing another man, becoming his property, and even having sex with him... it was unbearable.
'She's not something I stole from someone else.'
Rona was my property right now.
That's why, even as the training went smoothly, my heart wasn't at ease.
"Master."
Rona looked up.
"What?"
"...Am I not to your liking?"
She seemed tense, misreading my expression.
"Don't worry about it."
Before bed, I wiped her body clean with a fresh cloth and even brushed her teeth myself.
The trainer handles slave maintenance personally—that was my thinking.
'Such a slender body.'
Like me, someone who'd come from another world through a gate...
I was a little curious about what kind of life she'd led before coming here.
No point asking about some mouth pussy slave who'd be sold in three days.
"Tomorrow, I'm handing you over to the client. No need to say it now, but don't show any defiance."
"..."
"Rona. Answer me."
"If there's really no other way..."
"Come on."
I bound her again.
That night, she didn't even complain about the pain.
Over 40 hours of constant restraint had surely cowed her, led her to resignation, and ingrained the mindset that she had no choice but to become a cock-sucking slave. That's what I thought.
Early morning...
Rona had woken before me and was staring my way.
Time for morning wood service.
"Ah."
As I approached naked, she opened her mouth.
I slid my cock right in.
Slurp slurp slurp.
Rona sucked my cock deliciously, her pre-gathered saliva making lewd wet sounds.
"Tonight, we're going to see the client.
Ready to make a good impression on your new master?"
"Churu slurp."
Instead of an answer, fierce fellatio came back.
Ooh...!!
"Schlick. Schlick. Schlick..."
"You're getting good now. My cock's well-practiced."
"Will my new master's cock be this big too?"
I chuckled.
"No way."
There was a reason for visiting at night.
This wasn't a deal done openly in daylight.
Even if Isil was a training special district, people were people.
Meaning, recipients of sex slaves preferred the secretive night over broad daylight.
If Master had given a specific time, fine—but he hadn't mentioned it...
So, deliver her within the deadline, whenever.
With that settled, I spent the day checking the quality of my short-term mouth pussy slave training,
and as dusk fell, I headed to the public bathhouse to wash up, then changed into my pre-ironed outfit.
"Nervous, Master?"
"..."
I was adjusting my clothes in the workshop's single mirror when
Rona spoke up out of nowhere.
"Of course I'm nervous.
If it goes wrong, we're both back to rock bottom."
But what was with this atmosphere...?
"You're the one being sold—why worry about me?"
"...Yeah. I'm the one being sold, but Master's face looked more serious."
"..."
"Does Master not want to sell me?"
"Cut the rash assumptions."
I put on my mask.
The facade of the heartless trainer.
I couldn't over-immerse with the slave and ruin a 20-gold job.
"It's night. Let's go."
I took Rona out to the street.
Leashed, of course.
Not naked, naturally. I'd put her in the full-body tights provided by the Magneta Center.
They covered her feet like shoes, showed off her figure without exposure, and minimized slave resistance.
If I'd tried parading her nude, she would've bitten my ear off.
"Haa... The breeze feels nice."
"Just walk."
"We're parting soon. This much is fine, right?"
"..."
People's stares bothered me.
Normally I'd beat her to keep her from getting cheeky, but honestly, it'd make me look like a total psycho, so I held back.
'Fine. I'm selling her anyway...'
The chilly night air seeped into my skin.
I asked passersby and headed to Beast Street's 3rd Avenue.
Finding Condel's house was easy.
Everyone said, "The biggest mansion on 3rd Avenue is the Grace Family's."
According to Master, Condel Grace practically ruled this street.
Above them, one of the Four Great Houses: Chartreuse.
From afar, you could glimpse the majestic Chartreuse main estate on the hill,
but the Grace mansion boasted splendor fit for a movie set rental.
"..."
Both Rona and I stared blankly at the lit-up mansion.
Overwhelmed was an understatement.
How much money did you need in this world to live like that?
'I was living in a main estate not long ago too...'
Bitter.
I quickened my pace.
But for such a huge mansion, there weren't many guards. Why?
I slipped through the slightly open gate, crossed the garden, and a maid spotted us, approaching.
"Are you Geum Taeyang?"
"Yes."
"We heard you're here in Master Bior's stead. The master is waiting. This way."
Everything must've been arranged already.
"Oh, come on in."
A plump, smiling man welcomed us.
"Condel Grace, sir?"
"Yes, that's me. Come inside—no need to talk standing."
I tugged Rona's leash.
The guest room path was blindingly bright.
I looked around in wonder, then bumped into a kid who darted out from a door.
"Ugh!"
An eight-year-old boy dropped his expensive-looking toy from the collision and stood there dazed.
"Sorry, kid. You okay?"
"Eek!"
Whoa!
Sudden violence assaulted my leg!
"Ow, ow."
That kid's fists packed a punch.
"Eeeeek!"
Unable to contain his rage, he clung to me, pounding my thigh relentlessly.
"Sorry, bro."
Thud thud thud.
Ugh.
Couldn't ignore the punches anymore.
Thinking thighs weren't effective, he switched to gut punches with both fists, so I intervened.
"Calm down!"
"Kneel! Kneel!"
Kneel to him?
What kind of upbringing...
"Can't do that, but I'll pick up your toy."
"Kneel! Kneel! You lowly otherworlder!! Do as I say!"
Whoa...
I never acted like this as a kid...
I was speechless at the brat.
The commotion drew Condel back, who looked flustered.
"Rodel!"
"Dad! The lowly otherworlder broke my toy!"
Tattling like lightning.
"He's not a lowly otherworlder! He's Dad's guest. Apologize now!"
"No way!! Lowly otherworlder! Kneel!"
Rodel kept rebelling, kicking my leg before fleeing into a room.
His dad looked mortified.
"Sorry. The boy's manners are a bit..."
"It's fine."
Strange how such a polite dad raised that son.
Borrowing Master's philosophy: too many spoiled stamps, irreversible.
"Sit anywhere comfortably."
I took the guest sofa, naturally.
Condel was already wiping sweat with a handkerchief after that brief sprint.
"Shall I show the trained slave?"
"Rona."
I made Rona kneel instead of sitting beside me.
"Slaves don't sit on sofas."
"Sorry, Master."
"Oho. Is that really the feral one? Taming her this well in days!"
He seemed to know Rona's history before slavery—briefly.
Obviously, that's why the request.
"She was tricky at first, but now she's a meek mouth pussy slave."
Like a salesman, I only said good things to sell Rona.
My stomach was already churning.
Forced a smile.
"Can I verify right away?"
"Pardon?"
"Can I check if she's truly a mouth pussy slave?"
"Here?"
Testing before buying?
Have her service in front of me?
"Trainer, demonstrate it to me yourself.
Prove the slave is safe."
"Ah, yes."
Putting my cock in her mouth... not scary anymore.
Knowing her history, the contrast of her meek sucking would charm.
Still, first time needed guts.
"Rona."
"Yes, Master."
I tugged the leash, guiding her.
Rona buried her face in my pants like she'd waited, rubbing desperately—stunning Condel.
"Ooh...!"
I dropped my pants.
Condel gawked at my springing erection.
"Gasp! Magic?"
"No, pure size."
"R-Right. Never heard of cock-enlarging magic..."
"May I continue?"
"Yes..."
Condel looked intimidated.
I averted my eyes from Rona to avoid laughing, refocusing.
"Suck."
"Yes, Master."
Rona kissed my balls and glans, then took my cock naturally.
"Smooch. Smooch."
Her tongue flicked devotedly.
No sign of biting, of course.
We'd rehearsed scenarios like this before leaving the workshop.
"Hoo. Hoo..."
I faked pleasure, inwardly irritated.
Felt like an actor. Damn it.
Just end this bullshit.
'It felt so good in the workshop...'
Rona seemed tense with an audience—not her usual self.
But enough to impress Condel.
"Excellent!"
"Have her suck till I cum?"
"No need. Honestly, I was uneasy since it was the disciple, not Bior himself..."
"..."
"Ah, rude..."
"It's fine."
"Can't wait to take her to the bedroom! Name's Rona?"
"Yes, Rona..."
"Rona. Say 'Master'!"
Condel shouted; Rona glanced at me and said,
"Master."
"Heh heh heh."
"..."
I wanted to leave. Now.
Get the money... quick...
"Mr. Condel, the payment..."
"Ah! Right now."
I took his money pouch.
Heavy.
Glancing in, it was more than the agreed 20 gold—7 or 8 extra.
"Why so much...?"
"Impressed by your clean work.
Unlike those thug trainers...!"
"Thug trainers...?"
"They ask to train virgins, then addict them to drugs or wreck their asses into useless wrecks...
And claim 'As you wanted'—shameless bastards."
"..."
It worked as planned. So why no joy?
Wish I'd taken her virginity...
"Trainer."
"Yes?"
"Rona's definitely a virgin?"
"..."
I clenched my fist.
"Yes. Definitely. Didn't touch her."
"Oh ho ho. Fits his disciple. Thanks for the quality slave in such short time."
My face twitched.
No. Don't over-immerse.
I'm a pro trainer. Ruthless, heartless pro...
Slaves I train are just merchandise!!
"I'm the grateful one. Hope for more business."
"Rona~. Come to your new master?"
"...Yes. Master."
"Gonna take her to bed tonight and get served all night."
"Haha. Rona'll make you happy."
"After 1-2 years, when I'm bored, pass her to my son..."
"..."
"Gotta teach my boy early the joys of slave service."
Condel wasn't saying it to upset me.
Just this sleazy world's resident spouting casually, hitting me wrong.
"Rona..."
"..."
Rona looked at me sadly.
"Serve your new master... well."
"...Yes."
Then, wailing from the hall—Rodel.
"Oh dear! Him again! Wait a moment?"
He'd tripped running, breaking his toy apparently.
Condel left; Rona and I alone.
"Haa... Ha..."
- Dizzy. Nauseous, gonna puke.
"Master?"
"One sec, bathroom..."
I bolted to find a toilet.
Luckily found one, slammed in, leaned on the sink, breathing hard.
Mirror showed my world-weary face.
'Pass to his son when bored?'
How casually?
Even I, with my promiscuous life, was disgusted by Condel's attitude.
How far does this city's madness go?
To survive, do I go mad too?
Master's words echoed.
"This job tests if you can become a pro trainer.
Do it thoroughly."
How far did he see?
I forgot training's essence, focused only on fun sex.
Can't sell slaves, can't be a trainer.
I'm not cut out for this.
I decided not to sell Rona.
Imagining that fat slob crawling her body made me sick.
Wasn't I living by my fate?
Oddly, resolve calmed my shakes and nausea.
Time to go back.
"Trainer!"
Condel's anxious voice.
"Mr. Condel?"
"The slave's gone!"