Chapter 295: The Hated Potion (4)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 295: The Hated Potion (4)
The female form possesses a devilish charm.
Its mere presence is enough to draw a man’s gaze.
Disputes, and even wars, have been waged for the sake of possessing a beautiful woman. The existence of the phrase gyeonggukjisaek—a beauty capable of toppling nations—speaks volumes of this destructive power.
You’d probably need an RTX 5090 Super to even compete.
But ironically, there are times when a woman is more alluring with a few minimal garments than when she is completely nude.
The wide world of women's fashion proves this, with lingerie, dolphin shorts, a simple white tee and jeans, and so on.
And among them all, there is one outfit that accentuates the feminine form to its absolute peak. The classic of classics.
The naked apron.
Of the classic choices—"Would you like a bath, a meal, or… me?"—the naked apron forces the "me."
The apron, a symbol of home and motherhood, automatically conjures the image of a newlywed bride.
By wearing this innocent garment on a naked body, the mundane is subverted, stimulating a man’s lust.
Of course, Narsha, dressed in a naked apron, was neither a newlywed nor a housewife. One might think this would diminish the synergy, but that wasn't the case at all.
She was the daughter of a fallen noble house.
She once occupied a station people looked up to, a station from which she looked down on the world. Now, she had plummeted to the status of a mere slave.
Though, it’s all just part of the act.
“To do such… such a shameless thing…!”
But to the magically enchanted Narsha, this wasn't an act; it was reality. And that was the greatest thrill of this situation.
Karami rested his chin on his hands, his eyes raking over Narsha’s body as if appraising it.
Not knowing what to do, Narsha fidgeted, twisting her body.
Her crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her slightly flushed face was red all the way to the tips of her ears.
She wore nothing but a single apron.
The thin cloth covering her ample bosom rose and fell with each breath. A deep shadow lay in the valley created by her pressed-together breasts.
With no bra to support them, they were unrestrained. A bit of her breast spilled out from the side of the fabric.
A ribbon was tied tautly around her slim waist. The apron wasn't quite large enough to cover her hips completely, revealing the smooth, swelling curve of her hips on either side.
Not a single strap of underwear could be seen anywhere on her body. It was a naked apron, after all. It was a precarious sight, looking as if the slightest movement would reveal what lay beneath.
Narsha knew this better than anyone, which was why she clutched the hem of the apron, bending her legs and waist in a desperate attempt to keep herself covered.
She couldn't move.
Moving would only reveal more.
“As expected, my eye for these things is never wrong. It suits you exceedingly well, Narsha.”
“Ugh…!”
Well, now.
Who would look at her now and think she was of noble birth?
She looked like nothing more than a temptress born to bewitch men.
“But standing so awkwardly ruins the look. Stand up straight. As a noble-born, you can’t be worse than a common slave maid, can you?”
Narsha, who had been glaring daggers at Karami, reluctantly let go of the apron and stood up straight as if pushed.
It seemed that a single gust of wind would be enough to reveal everything between her legs.
“See? You look much better standing properly. Stay like that from now on.”
“……”
“Hmm, I’d like to see the back as well.”
Karami drew a circle in the air with his index finger.
“Turn around. One full rotation.”
“That’s…!”
“Turn.”
Narsha squeezed her eyes shut.
She clenched her jaw so hard it was visible from the outside.
Then, she finally spun around.
A smooth back.
A bare bottom, without a single thread covering it.
Narsha had spun quickly to minimize the time she was exposed, but that only made her backside jiggle dramatically.
She hastily pulled down the fluttering apron to defend herself.
Front, side, or back, every angle was perfect.
“Excellent. You will attend to me in that state for the rest of the day. Do you understand?”
“…Yes.”
“Mirabelle, you may go and rest.”
“Phew…”
Mirabelle let out a sigh of relief.
After a brief, pitying glance at Narsha, she was overcome with relief that it wasn't her. She left the room with more haste than ever before.
And then there were two.
“It’s about time for lunch. Shall we go eat?”
*
All slaves are equal.
While this was the fundamental principle of the Merchants of Death, everyone tacitly understood the truth.
Among the many, many slaves, the six who never left Karami’s side were special.
But no one complained.
They possessed a special quality that ordinary slaves could never hope to approach, and their bond with Karami was deep. They deserved his favor.
Above all, what the common slaves offered Karami was loyalty, and what they desired in return was a stable and comfortable life.
But what the six slaves wanted was affection. They craved the love between a man and a woman.
Since their positions were different despite all being slaves, there was no jealousy.
So, while their natures were different, there wasn't a strict hierarchy.
Narsha’s case, however, was different.
Recognized for her overwhelming competence, Narsha had been given the authority to manage the merchant group and command the slaves as Karami’s proxy.
She was even of noble birth.
A person with blue blood.
A noble lady who always maintained her dignity.
That was Narsha’s position within the group.
So, for that same Narsha to be walking around the mansion in a naked apron was quite a shock.
The sight of her walking down the hallway, her thighs and legs completely exposed, her large breasts and buttocks swaying…
Everyone covered their mouths.
From the looks on their faces, it was clear that Karami had ordered it.
To parade around in front of people in such a disgraceful state.
With one heart and one mind, they all felt sorry for her—
“He’s up to something interesting again.”
“Indeed.”
—or not.
The servants already knew the truth.
They knew Karami was playing a ‘game’ to magically lower the affection levels of the six.
Since both parties had consented, there was no reason to feel sorry for her, even in such a shameless appearance. For them, it was just a rare form of entertainment to be enjoyed.
Only Narsha wasn't enjoying it.
I feel like I’m going to die of shame. No, I wish I would just die.
Countless eyes pierced her skin.
The air brushed against parts of her that were usually covered.
The front was one thing, but the back was a particular problem.
Worried that someone might see from behind, she fidgeted with her hands, trying to cover the cleft of her buttocks, and walked with her thighs pressed tightly together.
Her heart pounded so hard from shame and anxiety that her mind went blank. She was starting to feel dizzy.
Just how far does this man intend to make me fall before he’s satisfied?
She desperately missed her parents.
After finishing his meal with the all-but-naked Narsha in tow, Karami returned to his office.
“I always feel this way, but the food is truly delicious. Don’t you agree?”
“……”
“Ah, were you unable to eat, Narsha?”
While Karami ate, Narsha, in her role as a maid, could only watch.
Claiming she was too busy and didn't want to eat with him, she had skipped breakfast and hadn't had a single bite all day.
She was struggling with all her might to prevent the disgrace of her stomach growling.
Karami circled around her, stroking her skin as if caressing it and smelling the scent of her hair.
Each time, Narsha’s body trembled faintly. Her reactions satisfied Karami’s desires.
He turned Narsha’s body to face the full-length mirror hanging on one wall of the room.
“Look in the mirror, Narsha. This vulgar body, devoid of any semblance of culture… doesn’t it seem closer to a prostitute’s than a noble lady’s?”
“……”
“In that sense, perhaps it was fate that you were sold to a brothel. A bird finding its own nest, you could say.”
At the blatant taunt, Narsha, contrary to his expectation, regained her composure.
“If you’re trying to break my spirit, it’s a futile effort. Dressing me in these clothes and insulting me will not shake my pride.”
“No matter what happens?”
“Even if a knife were at my throat.”
As she spoke, Narsha stared straight ahead with an unwavering gaze. She didn't shrink back or blush with shame.
It was the dignified spirit of a noble, without a hint of faltering.
“I see.”
Karami smiled.
Then, in an instant, he squeezed her buttock with all his might.
“Eek?!”
“My, for someone so confident just a moment ago, you let out quite a cute squeal.”
“…!”
Startled by her own voice, Narsha hastily covered her mouth.
After thoroughly enjoying her reaction, Karami sat down in his chair.
“As a merchant, you are certainly competent, Narsha, but as a maid, I can only say you are subpar.”
“What did you say?”
Narsha’s brow furrowed at the comment questioning her abilities.
“Do you know how to cook?”
“Hmph, have you forgotten who I am? I was born of noble status and raised without ever letting a drop of water touch my hands. To expect me to cook… that is a question befitting my incompetent master.”
“I suppose you can’t clean, either.”
“That’s an obvious question. What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying that as your master, I’m pondering what use I can make of you, who lacks even the basic skills of a maid. It is the master’s role to utilize his slaves in the most fitting places, after all.”
Karami pretended to be in deep thought, but in truth, he had already decided what to do from the very beginning.
He had made her wear the naked apron for this very purpose.
“Fortunately, you possess a vulgar body, so you can serve me using that.”
Opening a drawer, Karami tossed a headband at Narsha’s feet.
“This is…”
“Wear it.”
Narsha looked back and forth between Karami and the headband. She bent down awkwardly and picked it up. After staring at it for a moment, she placed it on her head.
Instantly, familiar spotted ears and a tail appeared.
A beastkin transformation headband.
In Narsha’s case, a dairy cow.
“I’m thirsty after that meal.”
Karami waved an empty glass at her pointedly.
“Come here and pour me some milk.”