Slave Market (3)
Slave Market (3)
Muk Seo-ah had never sold slaves before.
Still, she knew slaves had no human rights. They're called slaves because it sounds nicer, but they're just tools and slaves.
The Gatekeeper at the slave trading post showed great interest in Muk Seo-ah. He stroked his chin while observing her.
Muk Seo-ah averted her eyes like a proper slave. When she lowered her gaze, the Gatekeeper grinned even more satisfied.
"Very high-quality merchandise. Quite docile too. How did you hear about us?"
"Why wouldn't I know? Is there another place in this village that sells sex slaves? Everyone in the know knows it."
Hwang Ga-bi was acting the sleazy trader. But at his words, the Gatekeeper's face hardened. Lately, the newly appointed Magistrate had been sending in runners more often.
This time might be undercover customers from the government office too.
"Sorry, but no recommender, no entry."
"What? This is bullshit. Call the manager. Who the hell blocks someone trying to sell a slave?"
"Keep it up and we'll toss you out."
The Gatekeeper rolled up his sleeves menacingly. His forearm bulged with ripped muscles.
Hwang Ga-bi glanced at Muk Seo-ah's face, realizing backing down here meant total failure. Cheong-ui Gongja had already infiltrated first. They had to get in together.
'Damn it. What now. I just wanna kill this guy and barge in...'
Muk Seo-ah bit her lip, thinking. A commotion would mean high chance the Yokai bolts. High-level one? Straight-up Ghost Gate and gone.
Not a straight fight, so tons of crap to watch out for. Way easier to just axe 'em clean.
Right then, someone grabbed Hwang Ga-bi's shoulder.
Two guys stood behind them. One was leering down at Muk Seo-ah, drooling.
"Bro. That's not how you get in here. Chat with us. We'll get you inside."
They knew the trading post. Muk Seo-ah swapped looks with Hwang Ga-bi.
Hwang Ga-bi flipped to cold-hearted trader mode, yanking Muk Seo-ah's collar. He told the two men.
"Help out, and I'm grateful."
"Come on. We'll make sure you get in."
The two guys slipped into a shady alley. The twisting lane was empty. Hwang Ga-bi followed, dragging Muk Seo-ah by the collar.
Muk Seo-ah barely got to her feet and shuffled along.
The two stopped deep in the alley. Eyes locked on Muk Seo-ah's tits.
"Bro. That's your slave? Top-shelf shit. Could pass for some lord's daughter."
"Cut the bullshit. How do we get in?"
"Leave it to us. We're trusted regulars. Let us borrow your slave a bit, and we're golden."
Hwang Ga-bi's eyebrow twitched. The two were filthy like bums. Them "using" Muk Seo-ah pissed him off big time.
He checked her face—she looked utterly baffled too. If not mid-mission, those two necks would've been kissing axe blade by now.
"You gonna damage saleable goods? Fuck no. Value tanks."
Hwang Ga-bi shot back with a solid excuse. But the two weren't backing off.
They ogled Muk Seo-ah, thrusting their rock-hard cocks in their pants.
"What, you scared we'll pop her cherry? Just one quick fuck. Never seen tits like that. One minute touching, and we cooperate."
Hwang Ga-bi slicked back his hair. These two assholes were grinding his gears. Could take 'em down here, force the cooperation.
Sure, betrayal risk later, but silence 'em before they squawk.
Done. Decision made.
Hwang Ga-bi grabbed the nearest guy's throat.
"Gurk, guh!"
"You fucking roach... eyeing whose slave?"
Kept up the act even now. Cheong-ui Gongja was already inside. If they got busted outside, he'd be fucked.
The other yanked a dagger and lunged. Hwang Ga-bi dropped both in a flash. They foamed and writhed on the dirt.
"Arrrgh!"
No fight in 'em. They'd croak like this. Needed even these scumbags to infiltrate.
Muk Seo-ah clutched Hwang Ga-bi's collar. Looking up, she said.
"I'm... fine, sir."
Clunky polite talk. Slave act was torture. Serving a dude like master? Instant goosebumps.
Her eyes said it:
'Just hurry and skip the bullshit.'
One measly minute. Let 'em grope tits, nail the mission—win-win.
Sure, humiliating on a human level, but Muk Seo-ah had zero chick shame. Minor humiliation, easy shrug-off. Tough it out like a man.
"..."
Hwang Ga-bi went quiet. Frowning like something soured his mood.
"Tch, do your thing. But keep your damn word."
"Y-Yes, master! Thanks! We swear!"
Beaten asses turned meek quick. Fists beat law for these types.
Muk Seo-ah bit her lip, standing stock-still. Dirty bum hands on her tits? Way grosser than expected.
Guy reached out. Rough fingers mashed her breast flat.
"Eut..."
Muk Seo-ah shot him a razor glare. That scorn just revved him up more.
He went to town kneading both tits. Massive jugs overflowed his paws.
"Whoa, fucking nuts. Yo, this bitch is prime."
"Outta the way. You're mashing like dough, idiot. No clue how to handle tits."
Second guy stroked underboob. Fingers tapped, zeroed in on the stiff nipple.
Circled the areola, skipping the nip. Muk Seo-ah's legs shook. Hips bucked back on reflex.
"Hueut...?"
"See? Bitch is arching. That's how you tame a female."
Female. Word hit like a trigger—suggestion locked in. Body revved fast.
Arousal spiked, sensitivity jacked up. Pabiya's curse.
{ Current sensitivity is 2 times. }
"Huu, haat...?"
Muk Seo-ah couldn't hack the breast tickle. Nips ignored, just areolas teased. Hands soft-caressed everywhere but.
She fidgeted like crazy, legs wobbling.
Face melted.
Guy eyed her, thumb-pressed areola, full circle grind.
"Euhk, ah..."
"Want the nip tweaked, huh?"
"Ah, nooo..."
Slave bantering casual? Bullshit. Head fogging, but she nailed the slave bit flawless.
Then—rough finger pinched nipple over cloth. Hard twist once, eyes rolled, she toppled back.
"Uhuut."
Pang-
Collar yanked taut. Guy pulled to keep her upright.
Body dangled solo on collar. Toes curled, bare feet scraped dirt, gagging hard. Breath? Zero.
"Stop! Minute's up!"
Hwang Ga-bi barked. Guy lip-smacked regret, dropped the collar.
Muk Seo-ah crashed down thudding, quaking. Fresh air rushed throat. Body basics. Strangle tears? Inevitable.
She gulped air ragged, super-sensitized tits heaving.
{ Current sensitivity is 2.5 times.}
"Hurg, eut. Ahuhr."
No undies on Muk Seo-ah. Slave rags? Just threadbare gray cotton.
Scratchy top rasped nipples raw.
Head snapped back auto-sigh—locked eyes with Hwang Ga-bi.
Shame crashed, snapped awake.
'Ah.'
Cheonae Yuseon crushed the sensitivity.
Muk Seo-ah shook it off, stood tall. Hwang Ga-bi scowled at her... but cock stood proud.
Ex-man instincts screamed: dude's hard as rock.
"...Move. Lead the way."
Hwang Ga-bi ordered the pair, collar-yanked Muk Seo-ah.
They hit the Gatekeeper, whispered, slipped bribe from pockets. He smirked, swung door wide.
Pulled collar went tight. Leather bit neck nice.
Muk Seo-ah soothed thumping heart, dragged along. Pounding? Battle hype, obvs.
Nothing else. Couldn't be.
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Slave sale? Smooth sailing.
Inside, dark-skinned tough-looking dude waited.
Blond buzzcut, body scars galore. Average frame but ripped, punch-hardened vibe.
Spotted Hwang Ga-bi, buddy-buddy greet. The Slave Broker.
"Welcome. We do auctions. Stamp these docs, and..."
As he pitched process to Hwang Ga-bi, Muk Seo-ah scoped the joint.
Regular joes all masked up. Creepy wooden Hahoe Masks. House special—for anonymity-fueled desire dump.
Maskless? Slaves or staff.
Slaves rocked slutty scraps, cocks and pussies barely hid. Dudes included. Muk Seo-ah skipped male stares.
'Male slaves? Zilch interest. Chicks... used to wanna craft one, but this bod? Nah...'
Tch. Inner tongue-click.
Woman life? nonstop Ls.
Man days: no shot. Woman days: can't 'cause woman. Copulation curse real?
Then—Slave Broker ass-slapped Muk Seo-ah hard.
Womb-rattler.
Caught off-guard, she yelped forward.
"Eut."
"Come. Name's Chunsam now. Pre-auction groom time."
Hwang Ga-bi's deal guy.
Fingered her silver locks. Rough digits face-stroked, mouth-invaded.
Muk Seo-ah squirmed, endured mouth-rummage. Tongue zap? Tingles. Pleasure? Nah. Just nasty.
"Cute mug. Eyes feisty... some pervs dig it. Master dumped you. Shop property now."
Grabbed collar. Eyes hit Hwang Ga-bi's.
He looked antsy. Man-blind, flashed micro-smile, lip-mimed solo:
'No issue. All good.'
"Sir. Sold slave gets exam, training, then auction. Few days, yeah?"
Eye-wink to Hwang Ga-bi. Staffer led him to guest room.
Solo now, broker flipped nasty, collar-reeled hard.
Muk Seo-ah lurched forward, crashed into iron arms. Waist-snagged, hand palmed mega-tit.
Fingers nip-pinched.
Waist quivered light.
"Prime cut, eh? I'll forge you auction-ready."
Forge, right.
Muk Seo-ah inner snort. Laughable. Exam/training: obedience bootcamp.
Scarless torture, duh. She owned pain—Cheonae Yuseon zaps it.
Play-along for now. They clueless it's theater.
Infil? Nailed. Slave act perfection.
'Mission. Halfway home.'
Proud inner grin.
Acting prodigy? Fooled 'em effortless.
Broker hauled cocky Muk Seo-ah, basement unlock. Soundproof pit: other slaves dotted.
Wall-to-wall: tools galore. Gak-jot, whips, candles. Freaky unknown shit.
Pre-auction slave-breaker den. Locked door, chucked her to slave pile. Snagged thick leather whip off wall.
"Strip everything. Body inspection."