Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: The Man Who Almost Became a Slave
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“Kang Ajin, dick, bye-bye.”
She pronounced each syllable sharply, whispering it like a death sentence.
Ashy cackled as she fastened a tiny padlock onto the chastity cage.
Click-.
Without the slightest hesitation, she snapped the lock shut and let go.
Seeing the key dangling from her fingertips made the reality sink in.
‘For real? You’re serious? A chastity cage...’
Cold and frigid, narrow and suffocating—these were sensations he’d never felt before.
His gut clenched from the alien pressure wrapping around his cock.
No words came out.
For a moment, the thread of his reason snapped.
“Puppy.”
“...Y-you crazy bitch─! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Something other than his own cock now dangled between his legs, swinging back and forth.
The somewhat heavy weight made his balls quiver.
The ring clamping tight at the base of his shaft felt utterly wrong.
Curses spilled from his mouth unbidden.
He was grateful she’d saved him, but this made him no better than a slave.
He flailed his legs and shoved Ashy away.
He bucked his hips to keep her from sitting on his stomach.
With all his might, he pushed away her plump ass as it lifted slightly into the air.
“Heh heh heh, too late for that now? You can squirm all you want, but it’s already done.”
Ashy pinched the key between her thumb and forefinger.
She dangled it teasingly high, where it jingled pitifully.
Ashy stepped away from him.
She stood facing him for a moment.
He got up from the bed and grabbed his pants.
His cock, now festooned with a metal lump and clinking with every move, felt utterly foreign.
He glanced down at his crotch.
It was a mess.
A caged cock.
A bird in a cage or a tiger behind bars would seem less pitiful than this.
“Puppy, you’re mine. Your body, your heart, your dick—everything belongs to me.”
He covered his crotch and glared at Ashy.
Seeing her lay claim to his rights and freedoms, he spat out his frustration.
“...You said you regressed. That you came back to the past...”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t it because there was something you couldn’t achieve? That’s what most regressors do...”
“Right. Things I couldn’t accomplish—and things I want to achieve—I came back for all of it.”
Ashy remained utterly unapologetic.
She was so brazen it was infuriating.
He’d nearly been sold off at auction to that shit gay noble.
He’d almost suffered a horrific fate he didn’t even want to imagine.
So he couldn’t bring himself to argue with Ashy for saving him.
Gratitude, thanks—she was his lifesaver.
But this was too much.
“...We’re starting over fresh, so why kick things off like this? Why?”
“Well...”
He couldn’t understand it.
She’d rewound everything for a new beginning, yet she was botching their relationship from the very first button.
Ashy hesitated with her answer.
She seemed unsure about the new dynamic she’d imposed herself.
‘...First playthrough and second. Our relationship is different now.’
If it were the same as before her regression, she’d be even more confident.
Her inability to give a straight answer meant she was trying something new with their bond.
“Hmm...”
“......”
He waited for her response.
Maybe, just maybe, she’d take off the chastity cage. Hope flickered.
The silver cage tugging downward thanks to gravity, separate from his body...
But Ashy’s words shattered that hope to pieces.
“Dunno.”
“...What?”
Ashy shrugged, as if she’d been mulling it over herself.
All that buildup, and she didn’t even know why she was doing this?
“Why I’m doing this... No reason. It’s just what I want.”
“...What?”
She’d cast aside their bond from the first timeline to build something new.
That twisted desire had manifested as this damn chastity cage on his junk.
From his perspective, it was absurd.
“Puppy, I’ll take good care of you.”
Ashy brushed off his question and sidled closer.
“Huh? Got it?”
“...This makes me a slave. You saved me from the slave brand, but now you’re turning me into one again...!”
“A slave?”
Ashy tilted her head quizzically.
As if she couldn’t comprehend the word “slave” coming from his mouth.
She stared at him blankly.
“You’re not a slave.”
“...You locked me in a chastity cage and you’re bullying me with your strength. How is that not slavery?”
“I didn’t brand you or beat you to death. How could this be slavery?”
Ashy meant every word.
“I don’t think of you as a slave.”
“...But when you asked me to ‘beg,’ you said to call you ‘Master’...”
“That’s just a rule between us. Listen up—I saved you and broke your slave brand.”
He’d been rescued.
That was an irrefutable truth.
Demanding she hand over his belongings would make him no better than the trash who’d lost their mothers.
But that didn’t mean he had to hand over his dick too...
“...If you just took off the chastity cage, it’d be great...”
“Nuh-uh, no way. From today on, you’re mine.”
Ashy shook her head.
Then she abruptly changed the subject.
“You’re my man. I’ll protect you. I’ll raise you right. So you don’t have to think about anything but making babies with me.”
“......?”
“If anyone messes with you, I’ll kill them—no matter who it is. Even if it’s the Demon King.”
“Hah.”
“We can’t let the continent fall, so I’ll have to take down the Demon King anyway.”
With his cock locked in a cage, hearing her say that sent chills down his spine.
He couldn’t fathom her mindset.
“Kang Ajin, I’m the only one who gets to hold you. The only one who gets to torment you. The only one who can bear your children. Got it?”
“......”
“You’re mine. My Puppy. So don’t try to run. Don’t beg to unlock the cage or the collar—that’s a no. Beg for a discount instead, and I’ll let you cum buckets.”
“......”
Ashy crept closer and grabbed his chin, yanking it down.
His head tilted toward her.
More roughly and forcefully than before, she crashed her lips into his.
Mmch, smack-.
The kiss felt good.
Mingling saliva and breath with the pretty Ashy wasn’t something he hated.
But every time he tried to get hard, reality hit.
The chastity cage trapping his cock ruined his focus.
This time was different.
He could push her away.
The tears she’d shown earlier were crocodile tears.
He couldn’t trust them.
He shoved Ashy back.
Their lips parted.
“Puppy. Did you just push me away?”
“......”
Ashy glared and growled at him.
His body froze solid.
Like a deer staring down headlights, he stood rooted, staring blankly at Ashy.
“Puppy.”
“......”
“Answer me, Puppy.”
“...Yes...”
He flinched as he replied.
He couldn’t defy that low, menacing voice.
“Why’d you push me?”
“...The chastity cage... because of the cage...”
“What about it? I’m saying I’ll control your erections and orgasms. Don’t you like that?”
“...What guy would like having his orgasms managed?”
Ashy smirked at his grumbling.
She seemed to like his backtalk.
‘...Why do I keep doing this without thinking?’
At the auction house, he hadn’t been able to utter a single word.
He’d huddled in terror.
Now what?
His tongue was loosening a bit.
Thanks to learning a little more about Ashy.
“Do you know why I chose to regress? To meet you.”
“...You mean...”
He’d died.
The him from the first timeline had died.
So she’d turned back time to meet him.
“To meet you, protect you, and build a family like Luke did.”
“A family...?”
Ashy stated it firmly.
She’d come back for him.
The weight of those words hit harder than he’d expected.
“I’m going to bear your child. That’s why we need orgasm management.”
Not some sudden “give me your baby,” but a declaration: “I’ll have your child.”
And justifying her actions—orgasm control, the chastity cage.
Her absurd claim pounded in his head.
“...You’re going to have my child? The Hero?”
“Call me Ashy, I told you.”
“...Why do you want a child?”
“I said so. I want to build a family.”
Ashy had regressed.
To fulfill an unachieved dream.
That dream was a family.
She wanted to make a baby with him.
A dazed word tumbled from his lips.
“Gold digger?”
“...Gold digger? Did you just call me a gold digger? Hey, Puppy.”
“......”
Ashy lunged, arm outstretched.
Thinking she’d hit him, he raised his guard.
“Not up high. Down low~.”
Too late—he realized it.
Ashy grinned at him.
Her small, delicate hand seized his crotch.
The shaft was protected by the cage, but his balls hung defenseless.
Squeeze-.
“Ah, ah...!”
“Looks like words won’t cut it. When you were whining for just one go, and now that I promise to train you up and fuck you good, why’s your tongue so loose?”
“...I didn’t even say that...”
“Shut up. Close your mouth.”
Ashy kneaded his balls, applying pressure.
It wasn’t even that tight, but his legs went weak.
“Sit on the bed. Time for a ball massage.”
“...W-what massage?”
“Baby batter pouch massage. Do it daily, and it boosts sperm motility—increases conception chances?”
“......”
Pushed by her strength, he collapsed weakly onto the bed.
Ashy naturally spread his legs and squatted right in front of his crotch.
“Not gonna rip ‘em off or squeeze hard, so relax and stay still.”
“Eut, ah...”
“Heh heh, those moans are so lewd. Sounds good.”
Ashy took his balls in each hand and started gently kneading them.
A woman’s hand on his cock for the first time—and it was Ashy Greenfield, no less.
The Heroine famed as the prettiest in this world.
Conditions perfect for an erection.
The cage be damned—blood rushed to his shaft.
“Hngh... haa, eut.”
“There, there...”
Ashy massaged his balls more tenderly than expected.
It felt like a real massage, sapping any will to resist.
Pushing her away might make things worse.
If she accidentally crushed them in surprise, he might end up castrated—no more need for the cage.
Absolute worst-case.
So he stayed put.
Feeling the dual sensations: displeasure from the cage, pleasure from her touch.
“Puppy, obey me from now on, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
Ashy looked up at him as she spoke.
Her voice was so soft and gentle, it was hard to believe it was her.
They were close.
Her emotions came through clearly.
Normally, she’d be cursing up a storm.
Now she was choosing her words carefully.
“Everything you ever wanted.”
“...Everything I wanted...”
What had first-timeline him desired in this world?
What had that guy longed for?
What kind of death had he met?
Curiosity struck suddenly.
“How did I die?”
“......”
Ashy’s hands stopped.
Her expression trembled pitifully.
He’d dredged up a memory she didn’t want to recall.
“...Death by overwork. Yeah, overwork.”
Ashy answered with an awkward smile.
Her hands resumed their slow work on his balls.
“Eut. Ah...”
Precum pooled thickly at his tip.
His caged, unerect cock grew slick inside.
He wanted to cum.
He’d blown a load when the slave brand lifted, but he craved another.
“Whew, that’s enough for today. Time to eat and rest.”
Just as the itchy urge peaked, Ashy pulled her hands away.
She’d toyed with his balls to her heart’s content and stopped.
“......”
Still, the plea didn’t escape his lips.
Something about it felt off.
“Put on your pants. Let’s go downstairs and eat.”
Ashy beamed and pointed to his pants.
It felt sticky—couldn’t he wash up first?
Her eyes said no.
Meekly, he pulled on his pants.
His underwear absorbed the moisture, turning damp.