Chapter 332: The Slave City of Eden (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 332: The Slave City of Eden (3)
Mirabelle led Belk and Seril deeper into the city.
If the places they had seen so far were facilities that could be found in any other city, their next destination was a more unconventional place that could only be found in Eden.
The place they arrived at was a building reminiscent of a barn.
“What is this place? It looks just like a cattle shed.”
“It’s similar, but a little different. This is where they milk for milk.”
“Do they raise cows?”
“Hm, that’s also a little different… I think it’ll be faster if you see for yourselves.”
Giving a cryptic answer, Mirabelle guided them into the building.
A savory aroma spread the moment they entered.
Inside, just as expected, cows were being milked in stalls. However, they weren't just any cows; they were cow beastkin.
“Cow beastkin…? No, something’s a little off, isn’t it?”
They certainly had the ears and tails of cows, but among them were people with long, elven ears, some with the wings of celestials, and others with the horns of demons.
“They’ve transformed into cow beastkin by wearing these.”
Mirabelle handed them a cow-print headband.
It was a modified version of the beastkin transformation headbands Karami’s party had once played with.
Wearing it allowed one to transform into a cow beastkin, regardless of their original race.
“If you wear this headband, you’ll produce breast milk even if you’re not pregnant. And it’s much more nutritious and can be produced in greater quantities than regular breast milk, so it’s very popular.”
“Uh… is there a need for a woman who isn’t pregnant to produce breast milk?”
“She can drink it herself, and above all, she can give it to her master, can’t she?”
A fresh glass of milk, expressed by a slave every morning. The number of masters who grew healthier after drinking it increased, and the taste was highly praised.
Furthermore, the slaves gained considerable satisfaction from it, and most reviews said the milking process itself felt good.
The return visit rate was about 98%.
It was one of the most popular facilities in Eden.
“Ah, still, making a grown man drink breast milk when he’s not a baby… It’s so shameless. Don’t you agree, Sir Belk?”
“…”
“…Sir Belk?”
“Huh? Wh-what did you say?”
“…”
Mirabelle figured they would have one more customer very soon.
“Haahng…!”
Just then, a sweet moan echoed from deeper inside the barn. It sounded much like the cry of a woman in the throes of passion.
Not only that, but the suppressed moans of women had been ringing out from all corners of the barn like a harmony.
Slaves of various races, their breasts enlarged by the effect of the headbands, had milking machines attached as they expressed their milk.
Seril couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Their expressions, their voices—they all looked so incredibly pleased.
Will I soon be crying out like a cow in there, too?
A tingling sensation pulsed at the tips of her breasts.
It felt like something was about to come out.
In that moment, Seril’s and Belk’s eyes met. Their gazes, mixed with complex emotions, tangled for a moment before they both looked away at the same time.
“It’s, it’s hot in here! I’ll step outside first.”
“M-me too!”
The two of them scrambled outside, fanning their flushed faces with their hands.
Mirabelle let out a small laugh at the fresh, innocent sight, one that could only be seen from a new master and slave.
“Shall we take a short break before we go on?”
“…Yes. That sounds good.”
While Belk and Seril sat on a bench to rest, Mirabelle wandered around nearby.
Then, she spotted a woman coming out of the barn.
“Narsha!”
“Miss Mirabelle?”
It was Narsha, who served the same master.
“Are you coming from a milking session?”
“Yes. For the baby, and my master said he was craving some after a long time.”
Narsha casually showed her the basket she was holding. Inside were no fewer than ten bottles filled with yellowish milk.
“Wow, that’s a lot.”
“Hah, tell me about it. For some reason, I feel like the amount I produce keeps increasing. My breasts have gotten more sensitive, and I think they’re getting bigger, too.”
Narsha tapped her stiff shoulders.
Then she noticed Belk and Seril watching her from behind Mirabelle.
“Were you in the middle of a tour?”
“Yes.”
“The House of Marquis Bofman from the Osvel Kingdom. And the eldest son, at that. A distinguished guest has arrived.”
Belk’s eyes widened as Narsha rattled off his identity.
“How do you know who I am?”
“I can tell just by the brooch on your chest. A silver hawk. It’s the symbol of the House of Marquis Bofman. And rumor has it the marquis is having a headache because his eldest son is consorting with a slave. And just then, a man with Bofman’s brooch shows up… Does that answer your question?”
Narsha shrugged, speaking calmly as if it were nothing. Belk was left speechless.
“Hmm…”
Next to Belk, Seril was humming thoughtfully, deep in thought about something. It was on the tip of her tongue. She furrowed her brow.
“What’s wrong, Seril?”
“I feel like I’ve heard this woman’s voice somewhere before…”
“My voice?”
“Where have I heard it… Ah! The cry of pleasure from the barn earlier! That’s it!”
It was the owner of that loud, pleasure-drenched moan that had echoed so clearly.
As if Seril’s guess had hit the mark, Narsha’s face turned as red as her hair.
It looked like she would pop if someone so much as poked her.
“Th-that…! Y-you’d be the same as me if you tried it!!!”
Her dignified demeanor vanished without a trace as Narsha shrieked. Clutching the basket of milk to her chest, she fled like a beam of light.
Realizing her blunder, Seril belatedly covered her mouth, but it was far too late.
“Oh, what do I do? I was just so happy I figured it out that I…”
“It’ll be fine. …Probably.”
*
“This is the competition grounds, where masters show off how well they’ve raised their slaves. Only a master who cherishes and loves their slave can win. There’s prize money and a reward for first place.”
An explanation.
“For the record, while Eden is a great place to live, you can’t just play around and do nothing for the rest of your life. A master must know how to utilize their slave in the right place at the right time, and a slave must have the will to support their master. There are various support policies, so you should check them out later.”
Another explanation.
Mirabelle’s tour continued without a break.
Belk’s first impression as he toured the city was that it was incredibly vast. His second was that there was truly no time to be bored.
The dwarves’ technology was several levels above that of other cities, and it was filled with facilities and magic tools that utilized magic.
On top of that, food was plentiful, owning a slave meant you had a home to sleep in, and if you were injured or sick, you could receive treatment free of charge.
These were benefits that could only be enjoyed in Eden.
It wasn’t called a paradise for nothing. It was a place so full of hope that if you lived here, you wouldn’t dare think of living anywhere else.
Seril was already completely captivated. A smile never left her lips as she pictured herself living here.
She looked happier than Belk had ever seen her.
For a long time now, one thought had been deeply rooted in Seril’s mind.
I’m happy to be Belk’s slave.
“The next place I’ll introduce you to is the wedding hall!”
“A wedding hall?”
Belk and Seril both had question marks pop over their heads.
After all, for them, bound as master and slave, marriage was something unattainable.
If you gained something, you had to give something up.
“—is what we once thought, too, but we realized that’s not necessarily the case. What we came up with was the slave wife!”
“A slave wife?”
“You become your master’s wife while remaining his slave. I’m already my master’s slave wife, you know!”
As it happened, a wedding was underway in the hall.
A man in a tuxedo and a woman in a pure white dress.
The man, who appeared to be the master, fastened shackles on the slave, and the slave handed the master a chain.
It was a ritual of surrendering one’s ownership to the master.
The other masters and slaves attending as guests applauded in celebration.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
Seril, her face a mask of disbelief, stared at the woman standing between the groom and the slave bride.
“D-don’t tell me that woman officiating the ceremony… isn’t that the Saint?”
“That’s right. It’s one of Eden’s greatest perks. If you get married in Eden, you can receive a blessing from the Saint herself.”
“But the Saint is from the Order of Balance, so why is she here…? D-don’t tell me?”
Is even the Saint of that Order a slave?
Sensing their gazes, Elize winked and gave them a light greeting.
“Ah.”
Seril let out a gasp and staggered. She straightened her back and snatched Belk’s hand.
“Sir Belk!”
“Yes?”
“We have to get married here!”
“Come to think of it, you were a member of the Order of Balance, weren’t you, Seril?”
“To be able to exchange wedding vows with you, Sir Belk, while receiving the Saint’s blessing…! Could there be any greater happiness? Ah, I’m already so excited!”
Deeply moved, Seril’s eyes sparkled. She watched the groom and slave bride kiss with a look of pure longing.
After congratulating the newlyweds, they left the wedding hall. The deep impression it left on Seril lingered, and she couldn’t easily shake it off.
“That concludes the explanation of Eden’s basic facilities. All that’s left are the underground facilities…”
“What’s wrong?”
“The underground is a bit far from ordinary. It was created by masters and slaves who enjoy more… hardcore things. Of course, if you’d like to see it, I can guide you. What would you like to do?”
There’s something even more intense than that barn?
It was daunting, but a part of him was curious about what could be there.
Seril, who already considered Eden her second home, was all for going.
“Let’s go, Sir Belk!”
“Shall we?”
Mirabelle smiled and nodded.
“Very well. I will guide you both to the underground.”