Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Isekai Slave Hassan
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I stared at Elfriede with anxious eyes.
Elfriede ran her palm over the simple tent made for her and the sleeping bag laid out inside.
"Hmm, nice. The sleeping bag's laid out perfectly. See, a good whipping clears the mind, doesn't it? That's why slaves need a taste of the lash every three days. Good job."
"Th-thank you."
And so, she bestowed upon me the necklace of approval.
That wicked fairy was notoriously picky about her sleeping arrangements.
She'd reject it once or twice and make me redo it—that was the norm. So passing on the first try today was pretty lucky.
Picky Friede.
Picky bitch—!
"Feels like you're thinking something shitty right now?"
"N-no, ma'am."
Zap.
Elfriede's narrowed red eyes glared at me with simmering heat. This woman had sharper instincts than you'd think—cursing her in my head wasn't easy.
I feigned innocence and got to work on the other guys' tents and sleeping bags.
That was around when the campsite setup wrapped up.
"Hassan. Come rub my shoulders."
In the wide clearing of the underground ruins, right as I lit the bonfire in the center, Elfriede called me over with perfect timing while she finished her own tasks.
I dusted off my filthy palms and stood behind her, where she sat on a small folding chair in front of her tent.
"Rub harder. I've been hauling heavy gear all day—shoulders are killing me. Even whipping you took some effort."
Heavy gear, my ass—you bitch! I carried all your shit!
I desperately wanted to yell that, but I held back.
Silver-rank adventurer Elfriede was a monster who outclassed me in combat and strength. If my level was 2, hers was around 30.
I'd lose in a fight, no question.
Plus, this picky bitch had my leash, so rebellion wasn't an option.
Left with no choice, I started massaging her shoulders.
"Yeah, like that. Ah, feels good. Useless scum like you, but damn, you're good at massages. All you Samaritans like this?"
Samaritan was the term for black-haired barbarians like me—wild maniacs racing across the plains, screaming at the sky.
How the hell would I know?
"Dunno about the others. My dad taught me a bunch of stuff—"
I thought back to my father, who ran a health spa and a back-alley bone-setting joint on the side.
The office crammed with body models and acupressure charts. He'd shoved that stuffy training on me, insisting I take over the shady spa.
I'd found it boring as hell back then, but those memories and skills were helping me out now.
At least Elfriede mellowed out during a massage.
"Yeah, perfect. Mmm—"
Elfriede shuddered like she was in total bliss.
Crunch.
Even through her clothes, I could feel the massive knots in her shoulders under my palms. How the hell did they get like this every day when she didn't carry shit?
I glanced down at her chest.
Boom.
Even her adventurer's skin-tight leather armor couldn't hide those huge, voluptuous hills.
No wonder, forest fairy and all—blessed by some woodland god of plenty with those ripe fruits.
No surprise her shoulders knotted up daily lugging those around.
"Alright, shoulders are good. Now do my legs."
"Yep."
Whoosh, whoosh.
At my short reply, Elfriede kicked off her boots, baring her bare feet to me.
I knelt before her and pressed my palms and fingers into her slim calves, ankles, and pale soles, working the pressure points.
Hard to believe they'd been crammed in boots all day—they were ice-cold.
A faint sweaty smell, but complaining would get me beaten to death.
"Hngha—!"
I dug my thumb into the soft, squishy flesh just above her heel, and she twisted like she was in agony.
Eek.
I realized I'd botched the pressure and flinched, bracing for a slap. But Elfriede just scowled and barked.
"Your hands stopped! It was perfect—keep pressing hard like that."
"Y-yes, ma'am."
Crunch-crunch.
I squeezed with all the strength in my thick palms, mashing her soles like I was wringing out my grip.
Each time, she'd let out weird screams like "Heeuk! Haaak—" and my stress eased a bit watching the fairy bitch squirm.
Uterus out of whack? Kidneys shot? Hurt more, you skank.
"Ghut, g-good, press that hard."
"Yep."
"Fuck, I'm jealous."
"Me too, shit, I wanna touch those calves."
"I'd love her to step on me with those feet."
I'd been at the humiliating massage for a while when I heard the guys muttering. The three other adventurers, minus Elfriede.
They were like her personal guard, fawning over her pretty face like she was their queen bee. Looked like they envied me kneading her thighs and calves like dough.
If I weren't a slave, I might've thought the same.
Elfriede's personality was trash, but her looks and figure were fairy-perfect—slim and stunning. Guys hit on her several times a day.
Touching a body like that? Any healthy dude's junk would twitch.
But mine? Not even a stir.
No blood rushing down there, not even a twitch.
All because of the slave brand called "Dusa's Curse" afflicting me.
A brutally vicious curse—my lower half was rock-hard, utterly immobile.
If you're worried about a sturdy male slave getting frisky, just castrate him outright. Sure, lots of guys lose their drive after that. Costs more, but super effective.
The slave trader who'd caught and sold me—his words replayed in my ears.
His "Dusa's Curse" bound my pride like a collar to Elfriede, forcing obedience.
Only my owner, Elfriede, could lift it.
"Your hands stopped again! No slacking! Thinking shitty thoughts again!"
Slap.
"Urk—!"
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Fuck, it was an unfamiliar ceiling.
"Hey, wake up. Gonna keep slacking?"
I opened my eyes to Elfriede glaring coldly down at me. I sat up by the bonfire and quickly bowed my head.
"I'm up."
I'd stood solo night watch from first to mid-shift, awake twice as long as the others. Felt like I'd just blinked, but it was my turn already.
"Hurry and pack the sleeping bags and tents. Journey's dragging—don't make it worse, or you'll get the whip."
"Packing now, ma'am."
As I stuffed the adventurers' sleeping bags and tents into my pack, I wondered how I'd ended up like this.
Slave.
The slave status really turned me into one.
Daily abuse and beatings wore down any healthy man's pride and spirit.
I'd seen guys sold into slavery like me, totally broken. Drooling idiots grinning "Hee~" at floor crumbs.
If I didn't stay sharp, I'd end up like that.
Even staying sharp, long enough as a slave and I'd break anyway.
No way I'd let that happen.
Packed up, I slung the heavy pack on my back. Elfriede was barking orders at her party members.
"We gotta get out of this ruin today, so pick up the pace. Reports say there's an altar ahead. Grab the relic there and we're done."
Altars and relics? Not my concern. But escaping the ruin today? I agreed.
I'd get a tiny payout from this job, hitting 30 silver coins.
Enough to buy my freedom.
As we hacked through thick cobwebs,
Screee—grrrk!
Deep in the underground ruin's corridor, a massive spider screamed and charged us. Human-torso-sized spider-crab.
Giant Arachnid, they called it.
Clack-clack.
Eight long, hairy legs swaying. Eight eyes glinting in the torchlight—pure nightmare fuel, chills up my spine.
Fuck, hate spiders!
Childhood trauma from my dad—spiders were my trigger.
Even palm-sized ones creeped me out. One this big?
Terrifying for real. Those arm-thick fangs? Dead before I could squeak.
"Ifrit."
But calm-faced Elfriede chanted a short spell, and the giant spider got smashed by a fireball, roaring up in flames.
Fire magic.
Two years in this world, and magic still blew my mind.
Magic's OP as fuck!
"What're you doing? Dismantle it quick."
Elfriede imperiously ordered me while I spaced out at the burning spider. I snapped out, drew a dagger from my pouch.
Slash.
I skillfully carved off the charred black carapace. Handling monster and beast corpses was my job.
Slash. Crunch.
Giant Arachnid legs and backplate made pricey armor materials, from what I'd heard. The rest? Trash.
But...
Seeing that pale, ripened flesh, my mouth watered.
Fuck, craving giant spider meat? My self-loathing hit.
I couldn't help it—no proper meals as a slave. I scrimped every meal allowance and inn day-use fee to hit 30 silver.
Starving chronic like me, that white, plump meat looked like shrimp or king crab.
Arachnid—but there was crab in the name, right? Maybe it would be tasty like a crab.
Adventurers ate monster meat, they said. Just a taste—
"What? Hurry up!"
"Ah, yep, done."
I shook off the thought and worked fast.
My pack, stuffed with heavy, solid spider shell, felt like a full marching load. Basically was.
"Almost there. See? Pluto's mark."
After trudging the dark hall, Elfriede palmed a cold stone wall. Dust fell, revealing a six-petaled mark like a hexagram.
"Asphodel mark."
"Spot on, Elfriede!"
"Silver-rank adventurer for sure. Deep like this with no map."
The three dudes fawning over her with fancy praise made me scowl.
Idiots.
Forced distance from lust, watching this made me ponder: what even is manhood? Reproduction?
"Hmm."
Elfriede half-ignored them with a bored look, just kept palming the wall.
"Don't just stand there—search around. Secret door or mechanism somewhere. Pluto ruins are like that."
The guys scrambled to outdo each other, pawing the walls for her approval.
I half-assed it, brushing walls. Click—something sank under my hand, a brick sliding in.
Rumble.
The ruin wall shook hard, it's structure shifting. Then a side wall opened to a narrow dark passage.
Elfriede eyed it with her slit eyes and praised me.
"Hassan, you found it? Good boy. Here's some extra pay. Get something tasty for dinner."
"Th-thank you, ma'am."
Her scary part? She gives clear rewards and punishments. She has pure talent for handling slaves.
Even I felt good from her praise. Is my slave mentality kicking in?
"Tch, lucky slave—"
But the guys' jealous glares stung like hell.
Nothing worse than dudes' jealousy and drama over a girl.
Anyway, we headed into the secret passage. The two-day silver-rank quest was nearing the end.
Step step.
Holding the torch, I trailed the adventurers quietly, dreaming of freedom.
Finding the hidden entrance pleased Elfriede—she even promised extra pay.
Might even exceed 30 silver.
For adventurer gear—weapons, bracers. It was a happy dilemma to be left with leftovers.
"Relic. We might get a real relic."
"For real, Elfriede. Epic-grade at least!"
Elfriede and the guys halted, so I stopped too.
Ahead of us was a massive dais with a rod-like thing stabbed upright.
No clue what it was, but their excitement screamed valuable.
"Alright, Hassan. Climb up and fetch it."
"Pardon?"