Slave Market (4)
Slave Market (4)
Excluding Muk Seo-ah, there were six more slaves.
Four women and two men. One of the men even had a pretty sturdy build. He looked like someone who'd done manual labor outside.
'With this many people, taking down one manager would be a piece of cake.'
Muk Seo-ah stood quietly, observing the others.
Two women looked anxious, one seemed blank-headed. Only one woman was screaming her lungs out in fury.
"Let us go right now! I'm not a slave! You just kidnapped us!"
That woman alone had glossy, healthy hair. She wasn't from a slave background. Looked like she'd been snatched by chance.
The young woman with her hair in a topknot kept yelling at the manager.
"I won't forgive you! I'm reporting this! You think you'll get away with it?"
"Reporting? Hilarious."
The broker picked up a whip from the wall. The screaming woman flinched and shut up.
When the broker cracked the whip on the floor, the female slaves shrank back.
"You think the cops haven't come? This place belongs to someone way too big for some puny local office to touch. Be grateful I'm the one educating you. He's not as merciful as me."
That "he" must be the target the client commissioned for extermination.
Might not be a yokai. Who knows until she sees it.
It was something Muk Seo-ah had to confirm and judge herself.
"Don't touch Juye! I'll kill you!"
A somewhat scrawny male slave shouted. He looked about the same age as the woman who'd just been screaming, but he was a full handspan shorter.
That slave called Juye was the fierce one. They seemed like friends, but while Juye had striking looks, the guy was pretty average.
Zzaak!
The broker swung the whip. The small male slave screamed and collapsed.
"Yeong-su!"
"Lovers? Too bad. Your girlfriend's about to be sold to some rich old perv."
The broker was grinning. Muk Seo-ah clicked her tongue inwardly at the sight.
Honestly, if these six slaves rushed him at once, that broker wouldn't stand a chance. He looked like he'd thrown a few punches before, but numbers win every time.
'What the hell makes him so cocky?'
Muk Seo-ah tilted her head.
One of the male slaves had a body like an athlete. Looked stronger than the broker.
Finally, he spoke up. He'd been holding back quietly, but he couldn't stomach the broker's bullshit anymore and narrowed his eyes.
The tall male slave's deep voice echoed through the basement.
"Listen here. Even if I'm just a lowly butcher by birth, I gotta say something. While you were gone, we talked it over. We're all poor folks with families waiting. Have you no humanity? How can you whip fellow humans like this?"
"Fellow humans? Pfft, get real. Snap out of it. You're all about to become someone's playthings."
"Guess words won't cut it."
Tteudeuk.
The butcher split the wooden plank binding his wrists. Insane strength. As the slave's hands came free, the broker freaked and swung the whip.
The butcher caught the flying whip mid-air and yanked. The broker got dragged forward helplessly.
"Wha- wha—"
The butcher was winding up a punch.
"That's enough."
Someone was hanging upside-down from the basement ceiling. Hadn't been there a second ago. Sudden appearance.
Dark green hair, black silk clothes—a woman unfurled a fan.
She floated down gracefully to the floor. Straightened her waist impeccably and folded the fan, sending restraints flying toward the butcher's arms.
Muk Seo-ah, watching, summoned Cheon-ae-yuseon.
Cheon-ae-yuseon snapped the flying spell in half with a crunch. Couldn't erase it all or it'd raise suspicion, so she toned it down.
A long gash appeared on the butcher's arm. Blood poured from the deep wound.
"Urk."
The butcher clutched his arm and backed off.
The green-haired woman tilted her head. She'd thrown the restraints perfectly, but it didn't land right. Maybe she hadn't put much thought into it.
She unfurled the fan again and spoke. Cold face, perfect posture—a beauty. To Muk Seo-ah, the woman's outfit felt like a suit, Eastern-style twist on what secretaries might wear.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Pungrang. You're all slaves. No rebellion allowed. Know your place."
The slaves' faces filled with shock.
"Why is an exorcist...!"
"Exorcist? I'm just Teacher Guk's plaything. See?"
Pungrang lifted her skirt. What looked like a suit didn't flutter—it was a prim skirt.
Lifting it revealed her soaked pussy. No panties. A vibrating Gak-jot was stuffed in her slit.
Buuung—
Pungrang dropped her skirt and said proudly.
"After training, you can all become fine slaves like me. Catch Teacher Guk's eye, and you'll get sublime pleasure every day."
This woman was the exorcist the client said the owner sent ahead. Or used to be. Now she was someone else entirely.
Brainwashing? Hypnosis? No way to tell yet.
But one thing was clear: the manager here was a yokai. Only a yokai could corrupt an exorcist like that.
Hoping it wasn't an upper-class one.
Upper-class yokai weren't unbeatable, but escaping them was a nightmare. Had to strike face-to-face for a shot.
"Pungrang! I said don't attack the merchandise! They lose value if damaged!"
"Hmph, almost got taken down by a slave. Without me, you're nothing, right?"
The broker and Pungrang snarled at each other. Not on good terms. Pungrang handled the force, the broker the whole slave trading process.
The broker sighed and pulled a small device from his pocket. Seeing it, Pungrang's face paled slightly.
"Wa-wait. That's..."
"You fucking bitch. I'm higher rank. Toy bitch thinks she can strut 'cause she knows some sorcery?"
Kkwuk. He pressed the tiny button on the device.
At once, the Gak-jot under Pungrang's skirt vibrated harder, the buzz leaking out past the hem.
"Hrrghaaah...!"
"You said Teacher Guk would punish you if you came without permission. Held out three days with that Gak-jot? Try going once today."
"Haaht. S-sorry. I, I can't hold...!"
Kkwuk. The broker tweaked the device, dialing back the vibration.
Pungrang's waist buckled, and she pitched forward. The woman who'd coldly flung restraints mercilessly was now face-planted on the floor, ass up in the air.
Milky fluid dripped from her skirt hem. She was squirting pussy juice like she'd pissed herself.
But she hadn't climaxed fully. Pungrang's whole body vibrated like the Gak-jot, teeth gritted, holding on.
"..."
Silence fell over the room. The male slaves tried hiding their crotches; the females reacted differently.
Juye made a disgusted, contemptuous face. Muk Seo-ah unconsciously pressed her lower belly.
Muk Seo-ah's nipples poked visibly through her clothes.
The rough cotton scratched at them.
"Ungh."
Muk Seo-ah suddenly shrugged her shoulders, drawing the broker's attention.
The broker aimed his whip at her and said.
"Enough chit-chat. Time for physical exams. You first—strip."
Cheolchak. The whip slapped the floor.
Muk Seo-ah's face flushed oddly as she obeyed without fuss. For infiltrating as a slave. No choice.
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No rulers in this world. Instead, they marked sturdy, long cloth with measurements, using it just like one.
The broker moved the cloth ruler around, taking Muk Seo-ah's measurements.
Her face had a slight blush, but stripping didn't humiliate her much anymore. She'd endured plenty of humiliations lately.
"Nice tits and hips. Not a virgin, huh."
The broker wrapped the cloth around Muk Seo-ah's breasts. The cloth—aka ruler—squeezed her tits tight.
He looped it around from behind and pulled.
Her stiff nipples rubbed and pressed against the ruler.
Muk Seo-ah unwittingly hunched her waist.
"Stand straight. Measurements change."
The other slaves were being measured by Pungrang. Women: hips, height, waist, bust. Men: height, shoulders, even cock length.
"Measure flaccid and erect."
Pungrang said flatly, then fondled the male slaves' dicks by hand. Even as a manager who mercilessly bound slaves, her face and voice were plenty to stir male urges.
Contrasted with the woman just ravaged by a vibrating Gak-jot and her current haughty expression.
Men can't help it. Little Yeong-su screamed curses but still got hard. The butcher grimaced but his body reacted honestly.
"Flaccid 15... erect 23. Hm, not as good as Teacher Guk. Flaccid 3... erect 5... Huh. You hard already?"
Pungrang tilted her head in front of Ha Yeong-su. His maxed-out cock was barely a finger-length.
She stroked the slave's dick like it was ridiculous.
"Try harder. A tiny prick like this has no value."
Taktaktak. Pungrang grabbed and shook his cock. Ha Yeong-su cursed and endured, but blew his load in under two minutes.
Chilkeum. Scant cum dribbled out onto Pungrang's hand.
Pungrang sneered in contempt and shoved her fingers in Ha Yeong-su's mouth.
"Useless premature ejaculator... Lick up every drop you spilled."
The others watched. Juye, his childhood friend, averted her eyes from his humiliation.
Muk Seo-ah was watching him when she suddenly let out a big moan.
All eyes turned to her.
"Hahuk?!"
The broker had wedged the ruler between her legs.
The cloth dug into her pussy. Her hairless, straight-slit white pussy got rubbed back and forth by the ruler.
This wasn't measurement. The broker grinned wickedly. Reason he'd slaved away wordlessly at the slave market.
Teacher Guk was a sleazy boss. Never paid properly.
But no complaints.
The broker always enjoyed his little pre-auction fun. Teacher Guk's mysterious pull let him snag not just common slaves but fallen noblewomen too.
Every slave here passed through his hands. Value came from looks and virginity.
As long as he didn't tank the value. He got to play with them before auction.
Muk Seo-ah tried to dispel the pleasure with Cheon-ae-yuseon right away, but it didn't respond.
Cheon-ae-yuseon rejected rejection. A human body couldn't refuse pleasure.
Paeng—
The ruler yanked up hard. The cloth strap dug between her pussy lips, lifting Muk Seo-ah's body with it.
"Ah... ahh, ah..."
Muk Seo-ah stood on tiptoes. Voice failing, strength draining.
She clapped hands over her mouth without thinking.
Her toes trembled, then the broker kicked her heel from behind, sending her body crashing down.
Hanging from a single ruler strap.
Her pussy, rubbed raw by the strap, slammed down bearing her full weight.
"Hrrgh."
Muk Seo-ah's vision went white.
She came to sprawled on the floor, limbs shaking, pissing herself.
The broker lightly whipped her fallen pussy. Soft leather—didn't hurt bad.
Cheolchak!
Muk Seo-ah couldn't even scream, head lolling as she passed out. Clear fluid gushed from between her thighs like a waterfall.
"Sloppy bitch. Pissing everywhere like a pig. Same for the rest. Hygiene's shit. All of you, bathhouse before auction."
The broker cracked the whip on the floor.
Of the six slaves, three women nodded unconsciously at the twitching, eyes-rolled-back Muk Seo-ah. Their nipples jutted out prominently.
Only Juye glared defiantly. But even she had her hand covering her full tits, nipples rock-hard in the center.