Slave Life (1): Nude Parade
Slave Life (1): Nude Parade
After the sex education practical that ended up happening in reality, I returned to my daily life.
Since that day, the way people looked at me had subtly changed.
Everyone acted as if nothing had happened, but there was a subtly changed distance between us.
The number of times people approached me to talk, and the frequency of accidental eye contact, had both increased.
I decided to just pretend not to notice.
After all, we had agreed to keep it a secret.
*****
Before I knew it, the end of the semester was approaching.
For the Combat Studies Department, the final part was especially important.
Unlike other subjects, the grading was heavily determined by a single practical, and the most important part of that was Practical Evaluation Week.
A whole week set aside each semester, dedicated solely to practical exercises.
And this time, the announcement was a bit different.
"Special Dungeon...?"
I read the announcement again.
-All situations inside the dungeon will be monitored from the outside. If deemed dangerous, an immediate evacuation will be initiated.
"...If dangerous situations can occur, it might be tougher than I thought."
The words came out on their own.
It felt like they weren't just going for a simple mock battle, but were actually creating an 'environment' for the evaluation.
It was a very Combat Studies Department-like method, if that's what you'd expect from them.
*****
And on the day of the practical evaluation.
In front of the Special Dungeon entrance.
With all first-year Combat Studies students gathered, the Professor stepped forward.
"This practical evaluation will be conducted differently from previous ones."
The surroundings grew quiet.
"The Special Dungeon where this evaluation will take place is a space created for the test. It is a simulation set in the past, and its scale is equivalent to that of a city."
"...A city?"
A soft murmur arose from here and there.
My eyes also widened slightly.
"Various situations will occur inside the dungeon. The evaluation criteria is not simply combat prowess."
The Professor continued slowly.
"Crisis response ability, judgment, survival skills. We plan to evaluate based on a comprehensive assessment of various situations, and finally."
After a brief pause.
"Dungeon Boss elimination."
The atmosphere changed drastically at those words.
"If you eliminate the boss, a very high score will be awarded."
Some people reacted as if they weren't interested, but a few who were aiming for first place had their eyes sparkling.
'I don't need to get first place...... I'll just do moderately well.'
*****
After the explanation ended, entry began in order.
My classmates disappeared into the dungeon one by one.
I was watching it slowly from the back.
"...Why am I last."
I grumbled quietly, but the order wasn't going to change anyway.
Anyway, my turn came, and I took a step forward.
And just like that, I entered the dungeon.
*****
After entering the dungeon, my vision darkened for a moment before starting to brighten again.
"...Huh?"
Along with an unfamiliar sensation, I felt something uncomfortable.
Turning my gaze, I saw I was sitting on a wagon.
No, to be precise, I was locked up.
"...What is this place."
And then I felt a strange sensation around my neck.
When I brought my hand to it, there was a thick metal collar-like device fastened there.
"...What is this."
At that moment, a familiar window appeared before my eyes.
[Main Quest Generated]
[Disrupt the plans of the Evil Organization that has infiltrated]
This place has already had its control seized by the Evil Organization. Defeat those who have taken the students who entered the dungeon hostage and escape this place.
Reward: Choose one of two skills
I was momentarily flustered and read it again.
So this place has already had its control seized by the 'Evil Organization', and the students who entered the dungeon...... are essentially hostages, right?
"...Wait a minute."
I tried to sort out the situation, but the information was too fast.
The wagon kept moving, and I could see other people in similar situations around me.
Some had their heads bowed, while others were just moving their eyes, checking the situation.
'Don't tell me... it's the slave route right after entering?'
Fortunately, the place I was locked in was a simple one-person wooden prison, and just from the feel of it when I tapped it lightly, I was confident I could break it easily enough.
Of course, the problem wasn't the prison itself, but the mercenaries escorting and moving around it.
I rolled my eyes as inconspicuously as possible to observe their movements and posture. Their armament looked decent, but their overall skill didn't seem that high.
'Seems like there's no one strong.'
That meant this was not a bad timing to escape.
I quietly closed my eyes and steadied my breathing.
And I muttered very softly.
"Transform."
With that one word, a familiar magic power enveloped and spread through my body, and in an instant, a Magic Wand was in my hand.
I decided to change its form for this use.
'Into an axe form.'
The Magic Wand changed form with a heavy sensation, transforming to fit perfectly in my hand, and I gripped it lightly as if checking its weight.
"Hoo..."
After letting out a short breath, deciding there was no more reason to hesitate, I swung it down with all my might towards the prison.
CRACK!!
The wooden structure broke more easily than I thought, the frame of the prison collapsing completely, and the sound was enough to instantly draw the attention of the mercenaries nearby.
*****
"What?!"
"Escape!"
As expected, the mercenaries nearby reacted immediately and started rushing towards me.
Several approached at once, but their movements were simpler than I thought and their speed wasn't that fast either.
"About the level of ordinary people."
I muttered briefly as I moved a step to the side, deflecting the attack, and naturally dodged the following attacks while breaking the opponents' balance.
Actions like knocking away weapons, pushing bodies, and subduing them using openings continued almost reflexively.
One, two, three.
As I attacked with overwhelming force, the mercenaries were soon rolling on the ground without even being able to form a proper formation, and the situation became so one-sided it was almost embarrassing to call it a battle.
'As I thought... it's nothing.'
I slung the axe over my shoulder and checked my surroundings once more, deciding it was time to escape.
It was just as I was about to move my feet.
"That's far enough."
At the unfamiliar voice coming from behind, I reflexively turned my gaze.
A person was getting off the wagon at the front; from their attire and attitude, they seemed to be a merchant.
He looked at me quietly, then slowly raised a small device he was holding in his hand.
"...What's that now."
An intuitive feeling of danger made me want to snatch it, but it was already too late.
Click.
A short sound as the button was pressed.
At that moment, a subtle sensation was felt from the metal device fastened around my neck.
"...Huh?"
Right after an alien sensation brushed past.
ZAP!
A strong electric current flowed through my entire body, causing it to stiffen instantly.
"Guh... Ugh...!"
I began to collapse in the same posture.
Even trying to hold on, my legs wouldn't stand properly, and my vision wouldn't focus.
"This is... cheating......"
I barely managed to spit out the words, but with that, I completely collapsed onto the ground.
*****
When I came to again, the situation had completely reversed.
"..."
I tried to move my body, but my limbs were tightly bound, and I was stripped completely naked in an embarrassing position.
It was a punishment worth enduring for the attempted escape...... though maybe that was just for me.
I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again, and quietly began listening to the conversation happening around me.
"This one's condition is pretty good, huh?"
"Right, one like that should fetch quite a price."
"...Where are you sending her?"
"You know that place that's popular these days. The arena run by the Black Jumpsuits."
The moment I heard that, my eyes opened slightly.
'Black Jumpsuits, then.'
A familiar silhouette came to mind.
'The Evil Organization.'
The only ones who would wear that kind of outfit here were those bastards, and it was a judgment close to certainty.
'...This actually works out well.'
I muttered quietly, relaxed my strength, and let my body go limp.
There was no need to force an escape here and now.
I was going to be headed to the place I was looking for anyway.
****
A thought suddenly crossed my mind.
'But wait... isn't this being monitored?'
I felt a chill run down my spine for a moment, but soon shook my head.
Since they said control had already been seized, it was highly likely that external intervention wasn't possible.
"...Probably not, right?"
I decided not to dwell on pointless worries anymore.
*****
After moving a bit more like that, the wagon began entering areas with increasingly heavy foot traffic, and before I knew it, we had fully entered the city.
Amidst the unfamiliar scenery and noisy atmosphere, I was advancing as the main character of the procession, putting on a Naked Parade.
The problem was that among the people, there were also a few familiar faces—my Combat Studies Department classmates.
'Ugh...... So embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing......!'
Fortunately, whether we arrived at the destination before I died of shame or not, the procession stopped.
A massive structure.
It was the Arena.
*****
I was dragged inside just like that, and several people surrounded me, touching various parts of my body to check my condition.
"Condition?"
"Hmm... Better than expected."
"Grade?"
"Top quality, of course."
It was a short and concise conversation, but I could feel my value being determined within it.
A short while later, the transaction was completed quickly.
"...I'm expensive."
It was absurd, but I was already being dragged into the arena.
*****
I found myself locked in a new prison.
This time, it was a much sturdier and more serious prison.
And the Manager came in to explain about the matches, and I was able to obtain information more important than that.
"...A Slave Gladiator."
The words I had just heard from the Manager lingered in my head.
That I had to go out to fight, and—
"If you put on a match that pleases the VIPs, you can move up......"
Surely the VIPs in black clothes must be the Evil Organization members without a doubt.
*****
"Get up."
The iron-barred door opened and someone came in.
"Physical Examination. Raise your hands above your head and squat down, spread your legs."
I obediently spread my legs and assumed the position.
And the Managers, as if familiar with the procedure, spread my pussy and began talking.
"Hmm... Should we send her to 'that guy' tomorrow?"
"Eh, that's a bit. Isn't he too hardcore for a newcomer?
"True. That match is the most popular, but it's a bit...... you know?"
It's popular?
"Who is that?"
"What, a Slave is talking?"
Flinch.
The atmosphere grew slightly heavy.
"Seems like she wants to get properly broken, so let's just grant her wish and send her to 'that guy'."
"Right. She'll probably come to her senses after getting some discipline."
The Managers roughly poked around inside my vagina with their fingers, then recorded something and left the prison.
Ugh.
Being touched so roughly feels good...
Anyway, what is it.
'Is it okay?'
I was confident I could take anything, no matter how big, but I had a bad premonition.
And because my hands were tied, I spent the whole day rubbing my pussy against the iron bars, trying to soothe my heated body, but ultimately failed and fell asleep......