Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: The Man Who Almost Became a Slave
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The sun had already set outside.
As light faded and darkness gathered, even the city fell into a hush.
Even with glowstones lighting the streets, it wasn't nearly enough.
This wasn't some metropolis; in a mid-sized city like this, they wrapped up the day much like a rural village.
Ashy was no different.
She only returned to the inn once she was too exhausted to wander anymore.
Thanks to that not-quite-a-walk stroll, I'd gotten used to the collar around my neck, and the thrill of trailing behind Ashy had worn off.
Should I be happy about that or not? I had no idea.
Even back at the inn, I couldn't get any time to myself.
Ashy was always by my side.
She never let me out of her sight, not even for a second.
The room being cramped was part of it, sure.
...She's got plenty of money. She could just rent another room.
She'd bought this dog collar and leash without batting an eye, so what's one more room?
Not a problem at all.
Ashy could afford a room but simply chose not to get one.
The reason wasn't hard to figure out.
"From today on, Puppy sleeps right next to me. Got it?"
"...On this tiny bed?"
"Yep."
Ashy nodded boldly, without a hint of backing down.
"Is there some reason we have to sleep all squeezed together?"
Talking casually to Ashy had become somewhat natural now.
Since I hadn't kept my mouth shut during the walk, conversations felt easier.
"I came back in time to sleep in the same bed as you. If we sleep separately, what's the point of regressing?"
"......"
The reason Ashy had regressed to the past was nothing grand.
Just to meet me again and build a peaceful home together.
Compared to the other protagonists' lofty goals, it seemed pathetically modest.
"...Should I sleep on the floor then?"
"No? Why do you keep trying to get away from me? I said 'together,' 'with me'—we're sleeping like that."
She wanted us to share a bed.
But no matter how you looked at it, this bed wasn't meant for two.
"......"
A little bigger than a queen size, maybe.
If we lay down and pressed right up against each other, we might just fit.
Was that what Ashy was aiming for?
If so, her stubbornness made a twisted kind of sense.
A sigh escaped me naturally.
I'd said it a million times, but I had no choices here.
Even with the chastity cage neutering my manhood and the dog collar trampling my human rights, I had no option but to follow Ashy.
There was no paradise waiting if I ran—escaping her would just bring new problems.
I gave up on my own.
Fine, have it your way.
It wasn't a loss for me.
Just sleep while hugging a girl—what was there to complain about? A luxury, even.
Hell, I welcomed it.
Ashy was pretty and smelled amazing.
"...I'm gonna wash up and sleep."
Thinking back, I'd had an exhausting day.
Barely slept in the carriage, dragged around by Ashy all day—my body holding up was a miracle.
"Normally I'd give you a ball massage before bed, but we did it this afternoon, so we'll skip it today."
A hollow laugh slipped out at her gracious tone.
Grateful she wasn't bursting my balls, I headed to the bathroom.
This rundown inn had a toilet, a bath—everything you could want.
This world was from a novel, shaped by the author's whims, after all.
An inn like this existed somehow.
Shaaaa—
I turned on the water and let it wash over me.
While showering, I caught sight of my pathetic reflection in the mirror.
Silver chastity cage on my dick, dog collar around my neck—not even close to all of it.
"Hoo..."
I let out a deep sigh under the spray.
Let's think positive.
Someone other than Ashy waiting outside the bath?
That piglet bidder number 16 from the auction, that shit-gay Gertong bastard, waiting for me...?
"This is basically happiness."
The chastity cage even started feeling like a badge of pride.
Men's chastity cage? Dog collar and leash?
Bring it on.
Kang Ajin here's ready.
I washed every inch with a happy heart.
Couldn't properly clean my dick because of the cage, but I let it slide.
This was decent enough.
I stepped out of the bathroom.
Ashy sat blankly on the bed.
An awkward smile bloomed on her face, shy like a bride awaiting her wedding night.
"I'll go wash up too."
Ashy, who had been staring at me, dashed into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of water followed.
I had complete freedom now.
I could probably bolt right this second.
But my legs wouldn't move.
If I ran from Ashy, would I get better treatment than this?
The fundamental question swirled in my mind.
And I reached a conclusion.
...Maybe give Ashy's shoulders a rub?
Ashy was a hero, after all.
I was her pet dog right now, but eventually, we'd form a party.
Comrades.
Hero parties had roles for everyone.
Priests supporting from the rear, mages unleashing firepower, warriors tanking up front, heroes with overwhelming attack power, and so on...
I had a role too.
Relieving Hero Ashy's stress, providing her pleasure—as her plaything.
Maybe not so different from Luke's heroines.
Am I a heroine too?
Lost in that absurd thought, Ashy emerged from the bathroom.
Her wet figure looked stunning.
"Oah..."
Only covering her nipples and pussy, she stepped forward carefully.
Her full breasts, cinched waist that tapered perfectly, wide hips and flared pelvis—it was like a painting.
"Ugh."
My dick was still locked in its cage.
The moment it twitched to get hard, the metal prison clamped down tight.
Blood still rushed south anyway.
Any man would react to that sight.
"You must be tired. Let's sleep."
Ashy muttered while drying off the remaining water.
A delightful scent wafted from her body.
The last scraps of my manhood and human dignity scattered from my mind.
Gone.
Why had I even thought of running?
That question filled my head.
Number 16 piglet.
Compared to that shit-gay...
Ashy was an angelic master—literally, with angel blood flowing through her.
I could lick her feet and beg for more.
Hell, I was confident I'd suck her off perfectly.
Thanks, past me!
I had no clue how that guy had charmed Ashy.
She must've been prickly and bitchy back then, wreaking havoc everywhere.
How did he tame her into this gentle lamb...?
I was dying to know his techniques.
Ashy approached the bed slowly.
In just her underwear, she gently pushed me down.
I lay on the bed, looking up at her.
Even with just me lying there, the bed felt cramped and uncomfortable.
Ashy wedged her body in beside me.
Her soft, fragrant body claimed half the bed.
My dick started reacting fiercely again.
Ashy nestled into my arms, burrowing deeper like we were playing a game of tag on the ground.
She giggled at my awkward trembling, then whispered.
"...Hug me."
"H-Hug... you...?"
Was this an invitation to sex?
Taking it as such, I reached for her breasts—
"Ack...!"
Ashy grabbed my balls hard.
"Just hug me. A proper embrace, like in the dictionary. Not sex."
"Y-Yes, sir! Got it, so please...!"
My limbs shook uncontrollably.
With a man's weak spot in her grip, I couldn't move a muscle.
"Hehe. So squishy."
Ashy kneaded my balls, giggling.
The sensation of her hands felt better than I'd imagined.
"If you want to touch my breasts, you have to ask nicely."
"Ask...?"
"'Mistress Ashy, may I please touch your breasts? Pretty please.' Obviously polite and formal."
Ashy gazed at me intently.
She tilted her chin, as if saying, Go on, try asking.
Was she serious?
Just politely ask, and she'd let me touch her breasts?
Her hands were still fondling my balls.
Precum started beading at my tip, slippery.
One word repays a thousand nyang debt.
One word, and I could touch Ashy's breasts.
"Mistress, Mistress Ashy!"
"Mm, go on."
No hesitation.
No shame or reluctance—I'd tossed them aside.
Those huge breasts right in front of me, squished embarrassingly against my chest—for that, fire pits held no fear.
"Please let me touch your... your breasts!"
"Do you love me?"
"Pardon?"
"Do you love me?"
Ashy stared straight at me.
Urging my answer.
I couldn't blurt out a response to "Do you love me?"
We'd barely met for a day—how could I love her already?
"Hesitating on that one?"
Ashy's lips twisted oddly.
"I love you, Ashy. I love you."
"Ah, bullshit. You fucker."
"Aaaah, ow...!"
Ashy squeezed and yanked my balls.
Like punishing me for the late reply, she gripped harder.
Not truly painful, just a firmer knead.
But the new sensation made me sensitive.
"Hoo—"
"I love you, I love you, oh, Mistress Ashy, I love you."
"...Teasing me?"
"I really do love you...!"
I conveyed my sincerity.
Right now, I loved Ashy Grayfield.
How could I not love the woman who regressed just to gaze at me alone?
Even my earnest plea didn't seem to satisfy her.
"Say you love me every day from now on."
"Yes...!"
"Every time I touch your balls. Every time I stroke your dick. Every time I pet your head. Every time, no exceptions."
"...Y-Yes...!"
Like reciting my rank and serial number?
Not hard.
Awkward at first, but doable.
Ashy released my balls.
"You messed up today, so no breasts for you. Just behave and sleep."
"......"
"I'll just sleep too, so hug me."
"...Yes."
"Formal speech?"
"Ah, y-yeah..."
I pulled Ashy into my arms.
She smiled contentedly and wriggled closer.
Deeper into me.
A wonderful fragrance filled the air.
Her soft flesh pressed against mine—it was pure torture.
The room fell quiet.
The lantern's faint glow would die out soon once the oil ran dry.
"...I'll give it to you soon."
"Give what...?"
"To have a baby, you need to stock up on baby batter, so hold out for a week. Then—"
Ashy mumbled into my chest.
"I'll give you my first time."
"......"