Summoned as a Slave by an Otherworldly Silver-Haired Beauty
A building surrounded by pristine white walls. In an empty lot a short distance away stood a girl with dazzling silver hair.
Her white shirt was accented by a red tie, paired with a gray sweater and a dark gray pleated skirt—clear signs she was a cadet walking the path of learning. A black cloak draped over her shoulders, and atop her head sat a wide-brimmed, pointed witch's hat straight out of a costume. She gripped a slender wand in her delicate fingers, staring intently ahead.
Her name was Sylvia Armani Rune Lumer. Dressed in the Saint Georgia Magic Academy's cadet uniform, witch's hat, and wielding a magic wand, she was every bit the witch she appeared to be.
With vacation in full swing and no one around, she had seized this chance to perform the one special, cherished ritual of her lifetime: Familiar Summoning.
Having come of age, she had finally received permission from her family back home. And using an ancient spell she had stumbled upon by chance, she intended to summon a unique familiar all her own—one unlike anyone else's.
With her wish in her heart, she began chanting the incantation in solemn earnest.
"By the name of the primordial witch Mazo Brunhilde, I command—!"
"From the ends of the world, beyond the cosmos, across the dimensions—bring forth a familiar befitting me, the witch Sylvia Armani Rune Lumer—!"
Wooong! The intricate patterns etched into the ground began to glow. The magic circle Sylvia had painstakingly inscribed with complex formulas flickered like a strobe light.
The moment she had longed for, dreamed of endlessly: the summoning. She poured every ounce of her concentration into it.
The chant continued.
"O cool, beautiful, special familiar suited to me—!"
⟨ Summon ⟩
Whoosh! The light intensified.
"Your fitting master calls to you now!"
"Come here! Appear before my eyes—!"
Flutter! Flutter! Winds surged skyward. Her short skirt flipped up, but with no one around to see, she paid it no mind. She focused solely on chanting the activation word flawlessly, avoiding any mistake.
—[Summon]!!!
Fwaaah! Blinding radiance filled the lot. Once the dazzling light from her wand's tip faded, a man appeared atop the magic circle on the ground.
"Gasp! What the—!?"
The man panicked at the sudden change in surroundings. "Wh-where the hell is this?"
Squinting against the glare and shielding his eyes with his hand, he muttered to no one in particular.
Facing the thoroughly bewildered man, Sylvia let out a triumphant cry of joy. "Yes! It worked!!"
"Uh...? Whoa... What kinda face is that..."
The man stared, dumbfounded, at the exuberantly bouncing Sylvia. She was a beauty beyond anything he'd ever laid eyes on.
Tap tap tap tap! Then, as she suddenly charged straight at him, he instinctively stepped back.
But what came next plunged him into even greater chaos. The girl—dressed like a cadet from some Hog-arts knockoff magic academy—spread her arms wide and yanked him into a kiss, wrapping around his neck.
"Mmph!? Smooch... Mmmph... Nngh..."
It was a deep kiss, tongues entwining wildly. Lewd, wet sounds echoed between the two strangers.
Silver hair, ruby-red eyes—an intensely striking combination. Her glamorous, feminine curves contrasted with her babyfaced innocence. Cheeks flushed, she swam her tongue through his mouth, her unbalanced allure overwhelming.
For a twenty-five-year-old man, this first kiss—straight into deep French territory with a silver-haired beauty—was too much. He could only gape wide-eyed, blinking in disbelief at the surreal situation.
Thus began the fateful first meeting between the witch Sylvia and the man.
Even amid the sudden ecstasy, he flailed his limbs in panic, terrified of being accused of assault. It was a pathetic sight.
Sylvia tightened her embrace, chiding him to focus on her tongue work.
"Mmph... Smooch... Slurp... Smack..."
About three minutes passed—short if short, long if long—before their lips finally parted. A thick strand of saliva stretched between them, snapping with a plink.
Right then, Sylvia leaped back, wand raised high, and began chanting once more.
Perhaps, if only the man could land a punch on her unguarded midriff right now...
Maybe he could stop what was about to happen.
"Haa... Right here and now—upon this man who shall become my slave, I impose the Absolute Obedience Slave Contract—!"
"Wha...? Sl-slave!?"
Sylvia's cheeks still rosy from the kiss's afterglow, she pressed on with the chant. The man just gawked, dumbfounded.
"You who permitted my kiss shall be bound to me for life—!"
"Hey, what the—wait a sec!"
Even as the chant neared its end, the man couldn't muster a proper response. Force wasn't an option; he just yelled desperately, trying to stop her with words alone.
But Sylvia was a top-tier cadet in the fiercely competitive magic academy. She wasn't about to yield to a powerless man's feeble "wait" with a meek little nein.
Flash! A glow erupted from the man's chest, unknown in origin, and lingered there.
In perfect sync, Sylvia uttered the activation word.
—[Contract]!!
Slave eternally bound to master's will.
Absolute obedience to all commands.
Breach incurs total mana annihilation.
"Whoaaaah!!?"
As the magic took hold in a blaze of light, the man let out a ridiculous yelp. He had failed to stop the chant with words or action.
Sylvia finished the spell, furrowing her delicate brow. Not only had she used a special summoning incantation, but she'd forged a higher-grade contract than planned, draining more mana than expected. She shook off a momentary dizziness and stood tall.
"Uh...?"
Though stunned, the man sensed no immediate change in himself. Sylvia approached his dazed face and tested her first command.
"Slave! That's an order. Stroke your master's head!"
"...What?"
Stroke her head? He stared at the girl spouting nonsense right in his face: a silver-haired, ruby-eyed babyface glamour whose beauty teetered between girl and woman. Scanning her up and down, he could only swallow a dry laugh.
Order? Yeah, right. He was floored.
"Whoa!? What the—?"
For some reason, his right hand naturally glided through her silky hair. Horrified by his own action, he realized too late his body was moving on its own.
To be precise, he was instinctively accepting and obeying her command.
"Heh!"
Sylvia puffed up proudly, nose in the air. A head and a half shorter than him, she looked up arrogantly as he stroked her hair, her expression smug and bold.
"No, seriously, what the hell is this? Hey, what did you do to me?"
Swish swish. Sylvia glared up at him, eyes narrowed. "You're asking now? Hmph, this is Familiar Summoning and contract magic. You were summoned to me, Sylvia Armani Rune Lumer. And since you let me swap fluids with that defenseless kiss, we sealed the highest-grade Absolute Obedience Slave Contract. Get used to serving me for life, slave."
"Ah, ha, I, no, wait—magic? What gives you the right to slap that on me? This can't be real. You're pranking me, right? Where are we? When did you drag me here?"
"Sigh... You're a slow-on-the-uptake slave, huh? Too bad, it's already done. You're bound to me now."
Hands on hips, Sylvia shot him a fierce glare. Her sharp eyes left no doubt—she had zero intention of letting him go. Her piercing gaze froze the man solid.
"Your clothes and looks scream 'lost in a strange world,' but don't expect mercy from your master for your old life. Remember this: I'm your master now, and I come first in everything!"
Slave? The man's mind reeled.
This can't be a dream or hidden camera stunt, right? Starting as a slave? Screwed from the jump. She won't make me fight, will she? No way I'm grabbing a sword tomorrow and dueling monsters. If this is some 'isekai gladiator slave' world, I'm done for. An average guy like me's just cannon fodder, right? Ten years grinding to D-rank adventurer with 50 scars? If she tosses me as useless? —Status window!! Nothing? Life over.
Lost in analyzing his plight, he failed to focus on his would-be master—a grave mistake. Punishment came swiftly as another command.
"Ignoring your master's words to daydream so casually... Penalty time! Knead my breasts!"
"Wha—breasts!? Gah!"
Squish squish squish.
Despite his stunned stutter, his body obeyed instantly. He realized commands weren't puppet-like control; they compelled him to follow willingly, though forcibly.
But more than that, he wondered why groping her tits was the punishment.
No matter his thoughts, his hands dutifully massaged her breasts...
"Gasp...! So damn soft..."
"Nngh...! Yeah... good boy... Ah... And the center, the areola... Tease it lightly... Then grab the nipple sudden-like and twist...! Ahhn♡!"
His eyes quaked like an earthquake as he drank in his self-proclaimed master's lewd display. He couldn't tear his gaze away.
Squish squish. Rub rub. Pinch! His hands performed the breast play faithfully.
What the actual fuck? Feels good, but...
Thus began the enslaved life of the man summoned to this other world.