Slave Market (7)
Slave Market (7)
"Never thought they'd spike the food with aphrodisiacs... Our mistake for not being more vigilant."
"No way we could've spotted aphrodisiacs in the food! And pig aphrodisiacs at that! What the fuck!"
"We ate stuff meant for mating with beasts. Are we gonna be okay?"
The slaves chatted with worried faces.
Of course they weren't okay. About an hour after eating, the men's cocks started stiffening against their will, and the women's nipples hardened.
They'd all just had oil baths, so their skin was clean and gave off an alluring scent. Plus, the clothes given to slaves had minimal fabric and were extremely thin.
Gray cotton material. If it got wet, the wet spots showed right through.
They were trapped in a narrow secret room. This place was stocked with tools for all kinds of sexual acts. A room for training slaves. The gak-jots hanging on the walls came in all varieties, and there were even whips with clear uses.
A sealed room without a single window. In an instant, the hot energy from the men and women dosed with aphrodisiacs rose thick and choking.
Everyone was sweating. As time passed, it got harder to hold back the surging lust and impulses.
"Ugh..."
One female slave rubbed her thighs together. Her eyes lingered on the butcher's body. The butcher, with his ripped muscles and massive build, sat in the middle of the room, sweat dripping steadily.
His towering cock was so huge that a woman's two hands couldn't fully grasp it.
The butcher's gaze briefly turned to Muk Seo-ah.
She was the one who'd ingested the most aphrodisiac in this room. Everyone knew it, but no one could look at her for long.
Staring at her any longer... and they'd lose control of their own sexual urges.
"Haa, ahh..."
Muk Seo-ah sat leaning against the wall with her mouth slack. Or rather, she wasn't sitting—she'd slid down and was half-lying there against it.
The crotch of Muk Seo-ah's short gray shorts was soaked black. She trembled intermittently, her body twitching faintly.
"Haa... ah... ahh..."
Just the rough cotton fabric teasing her sensitive spots made lewd moans spill from her lips.
The more aroused Muk Seo-ah got, the stronger Paviya's curse became. Her sensitivity kept skyrocketing.
Right now, it was at 2.5 times. Once it passed 3 times, things would get really dangerous. Exactly at 3 times was the threshold for bearable sensitivity.
No one looked straight at Muk Seo-ah. Every time they glanced at her panting and writhing in heat, everyone else's arousal spiked too.
Even the sounds alone were stimulating. The other female slaves' shorts were darkening at the crotch too.
"What the fuck. That broker's got some brains. Don't fall for this cheap trick, everyone. The broker's planning to get us all horny and then train us with climax-ban charms."
The butcher stood up, taking charge of the mood. As he rose, his heavy cock sprang out over his thin shorts.
One female slave covered her face while staring and let out a soft "Waa..." of admiration.
Was it thanks to the butcher's superhuman willpower? Once he started leading, everyone managed to suppress their lust somehow.
Climaxing was impossible anyway. Jerking off just because they wanted to would only make the agony worse and drive them insane. That was the broker's scheme.
In other words, no matter how bad the lust got, they had to endure.
"Right. Losing to some pig aphrodisiac is a blow to our pride. We'll escape somehow. Lust is nothing."
One female slave stood up. The one who'd admired the butcher's cock. After chatting among the slaves, they learned her name was Yeong Yeonju. She had charming twin buns in her hair and a petite, cute face.
"...Doesn't feel like a real secret room, does it?"
Another female slave spoke up. The one who'd noticed the aphrodisiac in the food.
She scanned the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. It looked like a secret room. The only exit was a locked door. But she stroked a corner of the wall and continued.
"This room's for training slaves. You can tell just from the number of gak-jots on the walls. The people captured before us probably got dosed with aphrodisiacs and locked up just like this. Doesn't it seem off?"
"What... do you mean?"
"So many people have gone through here dosed with aphrodisiacs, but there's no mold anywhere in the room. Look at us now. The air's already filthy from our sweat. If tons of people's sweat made the air humid over a long time, mold should grow, right?"
It made sense. Decisively, there was a single torch burning on the wall. Whether specially made or not, there was no visible smoke, but it should've been steadily producing toxic air if it burned continuously.
In a sealed room, breathing torch smoke nonstop would kill you.
"I bet there's a vent."
Her words lit up everyone's faces. Hope sparked. Regaining hope made it easier to suppress their lust with reason.
Everyone except one. Muk Seo-ah was still drenched in sweat, moaning as the aphrodisiac's effects gripped her.
Her head spun hazily. Through her blurry vision, she saw the butcher smashing at spots around the room. Finally, he found a hidden vent up on the wall.
They'd overlooked it because paper was stuck over the hole.
"This way! Let's escape through here! Climb up one by one, carefully!"
The other slaves started climbing out. Someone reached down to the limp Muk Seo-ah.
Ha Young-su pulled her up and supported her. His hand unintentionally wrapped around her waist.
"Get up. We gotta go. If we stay here, that broker will come back..."
"Hah?!"
Muk Seo-ah shuddered violently and collapsed to the floor.
Her sensitivity had finally hit three times. Even Ha Young-su's supportive touch felt like an electric jolt of stimulation.
"Ugh, I-I... can go on my own... You go first. I can do it alone."
"N-No, your condition..."
"It's 'cause I ate a ton of aphrodisiac. Just let me calm down a bit... and I'll go."
Muk Seo-ah's face went slack and languid. Sweat glistened on her limp legs. Sweat drops trailed from her nape and chin. Her whole body was slick with sweat as she panted.
Her gray clothes had turned almost black.
Gulp. Ha Young-su swallowed hard.
Any longer would be dangerous. If he didn't follow through the vent, he'd fall behind the others. Plus, staring at Muk Seo-ah was intense visual stimulation.
Already revved up by the pig aphrodisiac, it was perfect for shattering his reason.
Ha Young-su shook his head, thinking of his girlfriend Juye.
Snap out of it. This wasn't the time to get blinded by lust and eye other women. He was busy enough escaping with Juye.
"Y-You have to follow, okay?"
Ha Young-su climbed into the vent first.
Muk Seo-ah sat still for a long while. Sweat slicked her entire body. Even doing nothing, the rough fabric rubbed against her, delivering stimulation.
She really couldn't hold out anymore. She couldn't do anything more here. Even moving made the clothes brush her skin, sparking jolts. She couldn't imagine what would happen if her sensitivity went over three times.
Her rotten heavenly fortune hadn't removed a single thing.
The pig aphrodisiac and Paviya's curse synergized wildly in Muk Seo-ah's body.
Creak—
Then, the secret room's door opened.
"What the hell is this smell? Everyone's in full heat, huh. You're the only one left?"
The broker looked down at Muk Seo-ah trembling on the floor. As he dropped his pants, her eyes changed.
For a split second, her dazed, entranced gaze locked onto his cock.
He pulled his pants back up. Muk Seo-ah snapped out of it like waking from hypnosis and glared at him.
"Kekeke. The drug's working perfectly. The vent's a trap. Good job not running. Or couldn't you? Too horny? Either way, this is a reward."
The broker tilted a bottle over Muk Seo-ah's head.
The pale pink liquid inside poured from her hair down to her toes, soaking her entirely.
This was...
"Poppy nectar. Teacher Guk got it from a friend—super potent aphrodisiac, he said. Teacher Guk brewed it specially to amp up the effects. One drop and you're feral, apparently?"
The aphrodisiac Geum-dwaeji used. Muk Seo-ah had already experienced her whole body steeped in it.
A familiar pleasure. Familiar tastes terrified even more. Her body remembered the ecstasy from before and reacted instantly.
"Hah, huaaah—?!"
Muk Seo-ah's upper body crumpled. She face-planted on the floor and stuck her ass high in the air. In a vulgar pose like she was begging for cock, she squirted from her pussy.
But she didn't climax. The pleasure that had surged to the brink cut off sharply. Muk Seo-ah trembled at the waist, eyes rolled back.
Her reason blurred. Drool already leaked from her mouth.
"You seem extra sensitive. I'll put special effort into your training. Though it's not your turn yet, of course."
The broker locked the door again and left.
Turn. So it was Juye's turn first? Yeah, she'd drawn the short straw.
The vent being a trap was bad news. Muk Seo-ah had to warn the other slaves.
She staggered to her feet but crashed into the wall after a few steps. Her body, stuck in pre-climax limbo, wouldn't obey.
"Haa. Ugh, ah... hah."
The impact knocked the gak-jots off the wall in a clatter. Unthinkingly, Muk Seo-ah picked up the biggest one.
Something clicked, and it started vibrating hard.
Buuuuuung—
Muk Seo-ah's eyes widened. Such intense vibrations. It was enormous, gnarled and bumpy. The gak-jot's head was perfectly shaped to scrape a pussy raw. Could anyone even fit this? If you shoved it in, your lower belly would bulge and you'd die.
Even in heat, she had no intention of trying such a monstrous thing.
But in her current state, her body ached so badly she couldn't walk straight. She had to tell the slaves who'd gone through the vent it was a trap. To shake off the aphrodisiac, she had no choice but to choose this.
The climax-ban charm's effect wasn't infinite. The broker was just a subordinate of that demon Teacher Guk—he used cursed items but didn't know them well.
Without the antidote in time, you'd die of abdominal rupture in 7 days. Abdominal rupture? Climax.
In other words, this charm would eventually lift the no-climax effect and force a climax.
Probably once enough blocked orgasms piled up, it'd blow. Overload it past its function with excessive edging, and you could break free of the curse.
Muk Seo-ah held the vibrating massive gak-jot and thought. She didn't know the exact number. But at her current sensitivity, she'd hit the limit fast.
Sensitivity at four times now. She pretended to make rational judgments, but it was all just rationalization. She'd already half-lost her reason.
At four times sensitivity, even the air on her skin felt like faint pleasure. The fabric brushing her nearly tipped her over.
As expected, the charm's poison cut the pleasure short right at the brink.
This vibrating gak-jot could rack up blocked climaxes in seconds. Right up to surpassing the charm's limit.
Once free of the charm, she'd follow the others, warn them, and proceed with a cool-headed plan—
Thud.
Sensitivity five times. Muk Seo-ah's reason snapped.
When she came to, she was pressing the gak-jot against her pussy, grinding wildly and reveling in the intense vibrations.