The First Slave

The kidnapper was prostrating herself before me. "I'm sorry, Dream Demon! Please, just let me live…!"

"…"

She must have been thoroughly broken by the reverse play I'd put her through yesterday and today. The moment she saw me, she immediately labeled me a Dream Demon. I wanted to say I wasn't one, but after everything that had happened, the shock was probably too much for her. She had always been the one kidnapping men, using them, and selling them off. Now the tables had turned completely on her.

"Uuuu…"

Even now, completely naked, forehead pressed to the floor and hips raised high, she trembled violently. That told me everything. To this kidnapper, I was simply a Dream Demon.

"You want me to spare you?"

"Hnn…! I'll do anything…!"

The way she leaked just from hearing my voice was almost pitiful. This is what imprinted fear looks like… or maybe imprinted pleasure.

Fine. I'll be a Dream Demon.

Being called a Dream Demon felt like it would stick to me like a childhood nickname. I decided to resign myself to it, accept it, and use it to my advantage. I'll only play the Dream Demon for kidnappers.

I approached the woman with her head still bowed.

—Thud… Thud…

"Uuuu…"

I could feel her fear growing with every step. And I gave her the ending she dreaded.

—Smack!!

"Hiiik!!"

I brought my hand down hard on her plump rear.

—Squirt!!

The moment I struck her, she sprayed fluids, my seed from earlier spilling out along with them.

"Aah…! Uuu…!"

"Feels good?"

"Y-yes… It feels good, Dream Demon…!"

"You're a pervert through and through."

"I-I'm sorry…!"

The kidnapper feared me, yet she enjoyed it. A single slap to the ass and she was drooling, nipples still stiff. None of the women I'd met so far had reacted this strongly. Was it because of the aphrodisiac? I had lost consciousness after taking it, though fragments of memory remained. I remembered being filled with the desire to forcibly impregnate every woman in the world. Without realizing it, I had accepted that instinct. I still wasn't sure exactly what had happened.

"Kill me or make me your slave. Choose."

"Huuu… Dream Demon… Sob, sob…"

I grabbed her ass and thought it over. The kidnapper wasn't bad-looking, and her figure was decent. Besides, having at least one subordinate around would be better than wandering alone. If I collapse, she'll at least try to help. Having someone with me would reduce the chances of being kidnapped as easily as yesterday. The benefits seemed significant. Of course, there were drawbacks too. The biggest concern was that even while bowing her head now, she might one day stab me in the back. If only that risk could be eliminated…

"Hm?"

While scanning the sealed room, my eyes landed on a desk displaying various strange tools, chains, and bottles of liquid. I walked over for a closer look.

"This is the sleeping cloth you used to kidnap me… and this must be the aphrodisiac."

As expected of a kidnapper, she had a wide variety of criminal tools. There were recovery potions, piercings of unclear purpose, handcuffs meant to lock away a man's genitals, tracking shackles, pleasure whips, masks with only the mouth exposed, and suspicious dog collars.

I knew what they were because of the information flooding into my mind.

Tool Expert. It seemed to be the kidnapper's ability. I must have overindulged in her, because my stats had risen ridiculously.

—Rustle… Rustle…

"There it is."

She had mentioned dealing with a slave trader, so she probably kept at least one such tool. The Slave Marking Tool. Roughly twenty centimeters long, with a complex pattern engraved on the seal at the end. Dip the seal in magical ink and press it onto a target, and they become an absolutely obedient slave. Thanks to Tool Expert, I now understood tools I hadn't known before.

Holding the marking tool, I turned back to the kidnapper.

"A-ah… Th-that's…"

Despair filled the kidnapper's eyes as she saw the tool.

"Die, or become a slave."

"Sob… Sob… Sob…"

"Decide quickly. I don't have time."

"Huuuuek."

"Stop crying."

"Hic…!"

Even without the mark, she was already obeying me like a slave, but it would be foolish not to use insurance when it was available.

"I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠want to live, Dream Demon… Sob, sob…"

"Then it's decided."

I dipped the seal of the marking tool in magical ink and approached her.

"Please forgive me. I'll never do it again… Sob, sob."

"After I mark you, you won't be able to. Don't worry."

I pressed the seal directly onto her ass.

—Squelch!!

"Kyaaaa!!"

A sharp sensation was pulled from my hand and connected to the kidnapper's rear. She was reborn. As my possession. My tool. My slave. The mark seared into her mind, forcibly making her my property.

"Kuuu… Sob…"

When I set the marking tool aside, a slave brand had appeared on her ass. The magical ink mark had seeped into her skin and would never fade. My first slave had been created.

"I spared your life. Do your best from now on."

"Sob, sob, sob…"

The kidnapper cried like a child, over and over. Everything she had was taken from her.

Having a hideout was a good thing.

"Now I can just earn money and items and leave them here."

"Yes… Dream Demon…"

The kidnapper answered with a despairing expression.

"You don't like it?"

"Kuh… N-no, I don't mind… Dream Demon…"

"And stop calling me Dream Demon. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠It feels unpleasant."

"Then… what should I call you?"

"Kang Seo-ja."

"Pardon?"

"That's my name. What's yours?"

"Kang Seo-ja… Ah, I'm Syucali."

Kidnapper Syucali… No, from now on I should call her Slave Syucali. To check if the slave mark was working properly, I gestured to her.

"Come closer."

"Yes…"

Syucali approached hesitantly. As she drew near, I grabbed her breasts while watching her naked body.

"Hnn…"

"Still sensitive?"

"I-I'm sorry, Kang Seo-ja… Hnn… Ever since then, my body has been strange… Sob, sob…"

"So now you feel what you like even in normal situations."

"This isn't what I wanted…!"

"So it's my fault?"

"N-no, it isn't…! Kang Seo-ja…!"

As a slave, Syucali could no longer deny me. If she tried, pain would rise from the brand on her ass. To avoid that, she accepted and acknowledged me, slowly being tamed.

"Uuu…"

"Your breasts are quite large. I like that."

"Kang Seo-ja… Ah…"

"Want it inside again?"

"A-ah… I'm sorry…!"

"If you want it, say so and get into position."

"A-ah…"

Syucali swallowed hard at my voice, then immediately placed her hands on the wall and stuck out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her hips.

"P-please punish this vulgar slave…!"

"What, you were already mentally prepared?"

"Huuu… Sob…!"

Syucali squeezed her eyes shut, as if she couldn't believe what she'd just said herself.

"Fine. But are you asking to be hit, or asking for me to put it in?"

"I-I like both, Kang Seo-ja!"

"You're a real greedy pervert."

—Smack!

"Kah…!"

"I'll do both."

"Aaaah… Thank you!"

To celebrate Syucali becoming my slave, we had sex again. She didn't reject my touch. Instead, she twitched and enjoyed it. Even when ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I freely grabbed and fondled her breasts, spread her legs, and inserted myself, she squeezed down on me as if it were natural.

"Heee… Kang Seo-ja is the best…"

Looking at the broken Syucali, it seemed the aphrodisiac's effects were still lingering. She orgasmed immediately and passed out again.

"Nothing left to squeeze out of you now."

I left the collapsed Syucali and wandered the hidden room.

"No wonder the pay was good… There's even a bath."

Exiting the hidden room, I found a hallway with many doors. The first one I entered was the bath. When I turned the faucet, warm water came out.

"Magic, huh…"

I stepped into the tub and enjoyed a half-body bath in the warm water.

"Huu… This feels nice…"

The rare sensation of refreshment washed away my fatigue completely.

"Huu… Now I'm hungry."

"Shall I prepare a meal, Kang Seo-ja…?"

"Hm?"

I must have stayed in the bath too long. At some point Syucali had woken up and entered the bathroom.

"That sounds good."

"Yes…"

Syucali nodded with a dazed expression and left.

Having more of them seems good too.

Since it felt like someone else was handling the things I needed to do, I wanted even more slaves. The slave trader said they'd come. Good…

I resolved to gather as much money as possible before the slave trader arrived. I left the bath and headed to the room where food had been laid out, then sat down and ate.

"Nom nom… You're not eating?"

"May I eat as well…?"

"I never said you couldn't."

"Well… When the slave mark is applied, the slave rules keep echoing in my head…"

"Really? Then eat freely."

"Th-thank you, Kang Seo-ja!"

A slave couldn't do anything without their master's permission. Just as she said, they were their master's tool.

"Nom nom… Syucali."

"Munch…! Yes!?"

"Don't make chewing noises. Eat quietly."

"Yes! Munch munch…"

"And do you have an adventurer's badge?"

"Me?"

"Who else would be here besides you?"

"Ah… I do. I'm C-rank."

"No wonder you were fast."

Syucali had many jobs—adventurer, kidnapper, and more.

"Eat up, then let's go take on a request. We'll earn money and buy some more slaves."

"Munch munch… Yes, Kang Seo-ja…"

She looked like she wanted to ask, "More slaves besides me?" but couldn't bring herself to. When her master decided something, she could only nod and obey.