Slave Contract (3)
Slave Contract (3)
"A place to live?"
"I don't have one. I want to stay here."
'Woven's Guardian' could accommodate over ten people. Since at least three gang members usually stayed at the bar gambling or drinking, it was safer here than anywhere else.
"Fine by me."
He smiled with lustful eyes fixed on my augmented breasts. If I stayed here, it was obvious this bastard would fuck me whenever he pleased.
But he was the gang boss. At least the other members wouldn't dare mess with me-the boss's woman. I'd only have to deal with this sly fox.
"Use the bed in the room at the end of the second floor. And come whenever I call."
Just as expected. I sighed deeply inside and asked nonchalantly.
"Any incoming requests?"
"Requests?"
Requests that came into the gang were handled by gathering participants, completing them, and splitting the rewards. To monopolize rewards and loot, I used to gather thugs with pocket change to handle requests. Because I was strong.
Now, in this idol girl's body, I wasn't strong. If I tried gathering thugs, I'd likely get dragged into an alley and fucked. So I had no choice but to earn pocket change by doing requests with gang members.
"I need to save as much money as possible to return to my original body. I'll do anything you ask."
Seeing my serious expression, Duran laughed incredulously.
"Keuk, you're still claiming to be Kelrot?"
His reaction was unavoidable. Who'd believe that the girl who'd been drooling cum in front of him moments ago was actually a man?
As I laughed hollowly, Duran approached. Was he trying to touch me again?
He was clenching his fist. A sudden impact slammed into my abdomen.
"Guhk!"
My body lifted into the air. The bastard had punched my stomach with full force.
It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts.
Horrible pain surged through me. It hurt as much as when the ogre kicked me. I curled up like a shrimp, clutching my stomach, unable to get up.
Duran grabbed my wrist after I'd suffered for a while. He lifted me until my feet dangled in the air. Thanks to his height and build, my body was lifted effortlessly.
He brought me to eye level and sneered.
"That bastard died fighting another gang."
Then, leisurely, he pulled a knife from his waist and pressed it against my neck.
"And if you're gonna pretend to be him, you should've at least built some strength. You're too weak-I could kill you in an instant if I wanted. You're a terrible imposter."
My body crashed to the floor. The delicate skin on my arms and thighs scraped against the ground, leaving bloody scratches.
Duran looked down at me-who'd collapsed like a doll without resisting-with contempt. This time, it wasn't just sexual disdain but human contempt.
"Got a gun?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
I irritably pulled the revolver from my discarded belt on the floor and showed him. Though not high-performance, it was my cherished gun, familiar from over five years of use.
Duran recognized it as Kelrot's gun and spoke with genuine surprise.
"Where'd you steal that bastard's gun?"
I was certain he'd never believe I was Kelrot. Asking him to believe I was a man had been a mistake.
"Anyway."
He snatched the revolver from me in an instant. Why?
"A lady shouldn't carry something so dangerous."
"Duran?"
Duran grinned at my wide-eyed expression and uttered nightmare words.
"This body's premium. Could fetch a high price."
I'd been tricked.
"You bastard, you lied."
Blood rushed to my head as if it would explode. My body trembled uncontrollably with rage.
His promise to accept me as a comrade was a lie. From the start, he'd planned to sell me as a slave.
I had to escape. The door was behind me. But guards outside would catch me immediately. The window? Go!
I moved first, but Duran caught me instantly. He hugged me from behind as I turned to flee. Then he forced a pill into my struggling mouth.
I resisted swallowing, but he pinched my nose and shoved the pill down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it to breathe.
I'm screwed.
The drug spread through my body instantly. Extreme fatigue overwhelmed me. The room blurred. I couldn't stay conscious any longer.
"Ah, no!"
I woke up screaming inside a steel cage roughly two meters wide and long. The surroundings looked familiar. This was the underground food storage.
All my gear was gone. Only tattered cloth covered my naked, pale body.
"God damn it."
I knew what would happen to me now.
In this world, kidnapped women were sold as sex slaves, forced into unwanted sex with humans, orcs, zombies, and demons. To prevent resistance, they were pumped full of highly addictive, harmful drugs.
After being marinated in dangerous drugs daily, their brains would malfunction, turning them into idiots until they lost even their sexual appeal. The only fate left for broken females was disposal. Until death, they'd receive low-grade drugs until their hearts burst and brains melted.
The one positive was that orgasms would continue as long as they breathed.
I shook my head violently. I didn't want to die like that. The familiar fat back guarding the cage came into view. Ironically, Dusty was stationed to prevent my escape.
[Quest generated.]
Objective : Seduce Dusty to escape the cage.
Reward : Unique Capsule.
Time limit : None.
Failure penalty : None.
What? With this bastard?
I had to seduce Dusty into helping me escape? The quest content left me dumbfounded. But no other escape options came to mind.
Did it mean sucking this bastard's dick again? No, I didn't want to. Especially not him-ugh!
I remembered the stench of rotten cheese from his penis. Nausea surged.
I absolutely didn't want to do that. But if I didn't escape quickly, I'd 100% die horribly.
Steeling myself, I sank deep into thought. Dusty was dozing off in his chair without a hint of vigilance. If I had an iron skewer, I could pick the lock now, but there was nothing around.
"Damn it......"
Unpleasant, but unavoidable. This was the only way to escape in this body. And the Unique Capsule reward.
A Unique Capsule would be a high-grade item. It might give me something useful for this situation. No more hesitation. I had to survive and reclaim my original body.
Squeak- Squeak- Squeak-.
My large, white augmented breasts spilled through the torn front of my clothes, barely covering the nipples.
Yeah, this should do.
I desperately called out to Dusty, who was slumped over.
"Dusty!! Help me!"
"Huh, hehp!!"
Thud! Crash!
Startled awake, Dusty jumped up as if burned and fell from his chair. His pathetic actions were bad enough, but seeing his face with a bloody nose from hitting the floor was unbearable.
Could any bastard be more pathetic than this?
Hiding my true feelings, I forced a smile. I pushed my breasts together for emphasis and showed them. Dusty's face flushed crimson as he stared at my chest.
Simpleton.
I'd expected he'd be easy to fool. Dusty spoke to my chest.
"Wh-what's wrong?"
I wanted to tell him not to talk to my breasts. But not now. Gritting my teeth, I acted tearful.
"My... my chest hurts so bad. Could you... touch them for me...?"
"Hic!"
Dusty visibly panicked, even hiccuping. Though unseen, his entire body seemed to burn red.
"N-no way. Aren't you Kelrot-ssi's sister? And the boss said not to touch you."
"He only said that because he's selling me as a slave! If I die here from-kuh!-my chest pain, hng! Do you think you'll be fine?"
I faked pain so obviously and pressed my breasts against the bars. They bulged through the gaps.
"Wh-what should I do?"
"I have a chronic condition where my chest suddenly hardens. Without a man's strength to massage them, my lungs will stiffen and I'll die. You need to come in and massage my breasts."
I made an agonized face and slowly rubbed my chest.
"Help me, Dusty."
"Understood. Wait a moment."
Dusty fumbled to unlock the cage and entered.
His knife glinted on his belt.
As my attention fixed on the knife, Dusty hugged me and sucked my augmented breasts.
Slurp, slorp.
"Ngh, ugh."
What the hell, this bastard.
Slurp, slorp, slurp.
I started feeling strange. Ugh... No, this can't happen.
Before it got weirder, I pulled my arm free and slammed my elbow into his shoulder with full force.
How dare you put your rotten mouth on my body?
"Guhk!"
Dusty collapsed to his knees. Despite my frail body, I'd struck with full strength-and he was weak enough for it to work.
Face pressed to the floor, Dusty spoke in a trembling, urgent voice.
"S-sorry! I couldn't help it-your chest was too pretty."
"I asked for a massage, not foreplay!"
"I'm sorry!!"
"Whatever! Just finish what you started."
At my command, Dusty slowly rose. He moved behind me, reaching his hands under my armpits. His rough breath touched my nape. Unpleasant, yet his excitement felt contagious. I started feeling strange too.
Dusty's trembling hands inched closer to my chest. Almost touching, then not. Closer and closer. My heart pounded.
"Hahh."
Finally, Dusty's coarse palms touched my soft, white augmented breasts. As permitted, his hands began massaging them.