Piggybacking My Drug-Fogged Master into D District – A Slave's Creeping Dread
Blame it on that suspicious aphrodisiac toothpaste, but Sylvia was completely out of it, her half-lidded eyes glazed over like someone who'd popped some heavy-duty sedative. Her plump lips parted in a slack "Haaang♡," drool glistening at the corners.
I patted her gently from the side, waiting for her to snap out of it, but there was no sign of her coming around. No choice, then. With only one night left in our schedule, I dressed the wobbly Sylvia and hoisted her onto my back in a piggyback carry.
"Haaang♡..."
Even in her hazy state, she nuzzled her cheek against mine, acting all clingy. Seeing my master so desperately latching onto her slave like it was pure instinct filled me with this warm, fuzzy satisfaction.
"Master's all weak from the meds—you gotta ease up on that stuff, yeah?"
"Hmmmng♡..."
She just giggled and moaned softly, no real words. Dark Bringer, sitting on the table, seemed to hesitate before piping up in that hesitant tone.
[What the hell happened to the master's master this time?]
"Hey, you nosy blade, why eavesdrop and embarrass people like that~?"
[No flesh to call my own, and now you won't even share the story...]
"You're a sword, dude. Why're you so thirsty for human sex details?"
[R-Right. Forget I said anything.]
I slipped the bracelet-form Dark Bringer onto my wrist, double-checked I'd grabbed all our stuff, and headed out. C District's streets were different from yesterday—now not just guys, but a few witches were milling about too. Bags were still the majority, but maybe new arrivals or witches who'd been locked up yesterday getting released?
Oh right, this was like a rental experience thing.
I headed to Witch Casey’s workshop to return the item. Casey was back to her cheerful self, greeting customers normally. Spotting Sylvia on my back, she gave a pleased smile.
"Getting along great from the morning, huh? Looks like master's got zero strength left."
"Haha... yeah, here—returning this."
"How was it?"
"Uh... it was fine."
"That's it? Hmm, but the way she's clinging tells the full story, fufu."
"W-We should head out."
"Ahaha, take care~"
Sylvia stayed limp on my back the whole time, quiet like someone who'd passed out drunk after returning the Portable Owner Hole Case. Guess we'll head straight to D District like this.
Without her to cast [Map], I had to rely on the pamphlet's guide map—kinda inconvenient without magic, but not impossible. It didn't take long to reach the border between C and D Districts.
"Huh?"
"Heeng♡..."
D District looked different right away—the buildings had this rigid vibe. Boxy shapes, heavy-colored exteriors... like...
...a prison.
That explained the creepy feeling. Unlike the bustling ABC Districts, D had almost no signs of life. Stepping across the border felt hesitant, like dipping a toe into something ominous.
Glancing around, I spotted the only people in sight far off.
What the fuck is that?
Two of them. A witch forced into quadrupedal crawl, limbs bound tight in glossy black latex-like material, leashed like a dog and dragged by a man. Blinking hard, I saw her struggling to keep up with his strides. Obviously master and slave, but this was the most pathetic sight of a witch led by her slave I'd seen since arriving in this world.
She wore clothes, sorta—a skirt so short it bared her thighs, with what was clearly an anal tail plug dangling from inside. Her top was a sheer see-through tee that barely covered from the collar (dog collar included) to her sleeves. The rest was exposed, save for a mini-dress fused to the skirt covering just her nipples and underboobs. Vulgar buckles like a belt cinched over it all, accentuating her slutty flesh.
Blindfolded eyes, a long gag like rice cake jammed sideways in her mouth, drool pouring freely. Total beast treatment. The floppy tail wagged just like a real dog's—definitely a magic tool jammed up her ass.
Holy shit.
I couldn't look away from the distant scene when he noticed my stare and headed our way. Soon we faced off at the edge of C and D Districts.
This slim, pretty-boy type—unlike the other guys—was sporting a sadistic glint. But he flashed a friendly smile and greeted me.
"Hello?"
"Oh, hi."
Normally, a handsome face sparks some goodwill, but this guy triggered pure instinctual revulsion. Way stronger than any mild annoyance from the other pretty boys. Still, he hadn't done shit to me, and picking a fight over a stranger's looks ain't right, so I kept my expression neutral.
His witch at his feet panted raggedly after the trek, drool dripping from her gagged mouth. Flushed cheeks suggested she was into it—no need for me to butt in. Her elbows and knees trembled like aspen leaves, on the verge of collapse.
First couple that's actually giving me the creeps since coming here.
"From your face, first time in D District?"
"Yeah."
"I'm Padric. My master's out for a walk, so can't introduce herself—skipping that. Newbies get guided by the first person they meet; didn't expect it'd be me."
Casually skips introducing his pet-dog master? Fine, I won't either.
"Jin Yuseong. Master's passed out, so we're in the same boat. Thought I took a wrong turn—no one's around."
"Haha. D District's workshops aren't retail like the others, so foot traffic's low."
"Even so, just one—no, two people on the street? Extreme."
"Few guys tough enough to make it here. The ones around are inside, used as fixtures. Outside's just occasional walks like mine. If you're not ready, I wouldn't recommend D District."
What? Did I hear that right?
"Fixtures...? What do you mean?"
"Ah~ Better not to know if you're turning back. My bad—pretend you didn't hear if you're leaving?"
What the hell? Why assume I'm bailing? Kinda pisses me off.
"..."
Couldn't just turn back now. I'm her slave. Even if it felt off, I pictured what Sylvia would do.
Yeah. She'd charge right into D District without a second thought.
Silly as it was, the floor blocks changed color here. One step over the line, and it's D District. With Sylvia on my back, I crossed.
"We're in D District now. Time to explain fixtures, right?"
"Hmm. Usually the master gets the rundown... but she's out. A slave taking the tour instead...?"
He glanced at Sylvia on my back, then tugged his leash-hand to stroke his chin. His master choked with a "Kek kek," but he ignored it, scratching away. Gave me chills.
This guy's ruthless.
"Whatever. Noblewomen would wake up thrilled to be a fixture anyway—not complain."
So what the fuck is a fixture?!
I dreaded hearing it but itched for answers, a contradictory mess, as I waited for him to spill.
"D District does the kinkiest stuff, sure, but it's also Witch City's heart. Research funds from the city head matter, but the mana 'produced' here's a key resource too."
He flashed a creepy squint-smile and started explaining bit by bit.
"These buildings? Different methods, but all factories producing mana using noblewomen as fixtures."
"...Not dangerous, right?"
"Of course. Look how fine my master's doing."
"Hff... mmmh, hff..."
No, she looks wrecked.
"Noblewomen have full safety systems. Even if they wanted to off themselves—and they won't—rights over their bodies are thoroughly surrendered for protection."
"Oh..."
"Better to see for yourself. Walk's done; gotta wring more out of master. Follow me."
Fuck. Should I bail? Head spinning, Dark Bringer suddenly chimed in.
[Um, any shops handling ego items separately?]
"Whoa, startled me! Sorry, don't think so."
[Ah... I see... What a shame...]
This sword's insane.