The Count's Business
Hans had been carrying me over his shoulder ever since he’d mentioned “disposal,” and we’d been moving for quite some time.
Where the hell are we going?! What is he planning to do to me?!
At last Hans stopped and flung me down—me, who had been fretting with anxiety and fear.
Thud!
Ack?!
As I, eyes wide from the pain, groped at the sore spot, the sack was yanked off.
It hadn’t been long, but I’d been cut off from light, so I blinked and looked around.
That’s… the Count who ordered me imprisoned… and Se-Selena!
My gaze locked onto Selena collapsed on the floor of a rather luxurious room, and the Count—who I was starting to doubt was really a Count—spoke in a languid voice.
“Ah. Don’t worry. I haven’t touched her yet. Though depending on how our relationship goes from here, this bitch might end up worse than a back-alley whore.”
I pulled the cloth from my mouth and answered that frivolous voice that held not a shred of dignity.
“What is it you want?”
“Nothing much. I want you to help with our business a bit.”
Business?
When I tilted my head, the Count’s eyes widened slightly as if realizing something, and he said,
“Ah. Do I need to explain the business first? Fine. Bring one over.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Ron answered the order and disappeared somewhere, returning a short while later.
He was holding a metal chain connected to a collar around the neck of a woman crawling on the floor, completely naked so that the whip marks covering her entire body were fully exposed.
Seeing the status window of the rather beautiful woman—Hanna—crawling on the floor as the chain on her collar led her, her unfocused empty eyes, I let out a stupid sound.
“Ah?”
“Our product. Looking a bit crude to an expert like you, right? But we had no choice. We just couldn’t find the method for applying the slave brand that only exists in records. As a next best thing we hired a trainer and trained them like animals, and most of them end up broken like that. Still, they do what they’re told pretty well. Hey. Masturbate. Make sure he can see it clearly.”
As the Count explained the absurd facts and pointed at me with his chin to give the order, Hanna crawled over in front of me.
“Masturbate… pussy…”
Hanna flopped onto her back in front of me and muttered in a rough voice that didn’t match her looks, then spread her legs toward me.
Her legs, covered in red whip marks, parted left and right, revealing her pussy that twitched as it spat out someone’s semen.
“Haa…”
Perhaps feeling the semen flowing from her pussy, Hanna let out a small, not-at-all-sweet, grating moan, then pushed two slender fingers into the pitifully twitching entrance of her vagina.
Squish…
The moment the two fingers entered her pussy already full of semen, a wet sound rang out.
“Haaeuu…”
As I blankly watched Hanna scraping out the semen with the fingers that had disappeared into her pussy while letting out pitiful moans, the Count’s voice reached me.
“Ron’s been training her hard. How is it? Pretty usable, right? The problem is that when they break like that, their initiative drops so much you have to order them one by one. Well, there are quite a few customers who like that flavor, but still, they want slaves with some intelligence. Sometimes ones that aren’t as broken come out, but the probability is too low. Tsk.”
Watching the Count click his tongue and grumble, I was shocked.
Not because of breaking people’s minds and using them as slaves. Of course there was shock about that too…
If he’s the kind of person who can do this kind of thing so casually… if things go wrong… I have to get Selena and myself out of here somehow…
As I was thinking of a way to escape this situation where it wouldn’t be strange no matter what happened to Selena and me, the Count looked at me and said,
“So just as I was fretting over what to do, the Goddess must have taken a liking to me and sent you. This must be fate.”
I carefully asked the Count whose eyes sparkled with greed.
“Slaves disappeared…”
“Well, the Empire that suddenly grew and swallowed the continent executed all the slave merchants, and the ones who survived and went into hiding evaporated, so their unique techniques disappeared too, ‘officially’ speaking. But has there ever been a time without slaves on this vast continent? I don’t think so.”
“That’s illegal…”
“Heh. So what if it’s illegal? It makes money. Especially a port city like this is overflowing with good materials for slaves.
Wives and daughters of sailors on sunken ships, of explorers who might never return. Women the pirates we subjugated were holding. Whores who sell their bodies to sailors to make a living, and so on. Bitches who no one will look for even if they disappear anytime.
Sailors of ships announced as sunk in storms. Sailors of ships announced as plundered by pirates. Explorers who went on expeditions of unknown end and were declared missing. Guys no one can find.
All these bitches and bastards are my money, so is breaking the law a big deal? Or what. Want your head cut off for having a job the Empire banned?”
Having not the slightest desire to die, I hurriedly shook my head and said,
“N-No!”
Seeing my tense appearance, the Count laughed and said,
“Haha. Just kidding, kidding. Don’t be so tense. You’re going to be a good partner from now on, so would I cut your head off? Ah. You’re not going to refuse the partner proposal after seeing all our capital, are you?”
To the question that carried the meaning of “if you refuse I’ll kill you,” there was only one answer I could give.
“Th-There’s no way. B-But I-I just became a slave merchant so my abilities…”
Wanting to forestall any future issues by informing him of my lack of ability, the Count laughed and said,
“Hahaha! Don’t worry. What we want isn’t much. Just brand that mage with a slave brand that makes her absolutely obedient, and that’s it. Easy, right? We’ll handle the slave procurement and sales ourselves, so you just do that.”
Pointing at Selena still collapsed on the floor and telling me what I had to do, the Count added,
“Ah. I should tell you the cut. Hmm. 1 percent of the price? No. Being generous. 2 percent. Average slave price is about 100 gold. 2 gold per head. I’d like to give more, but we have to pay our guys, take my share, and operating costs, so that’s about the limit.”
To the Count who was demanding something easy yet currently impossible—branding slaves to make them mine—and informing me of the compensation, I carefully said,
“I-I… with my current ability I can only manage one slave so… I can’t brand any more slaves…”
I planned to escape by saying I needed to improve my skills and then…
But the Count crushed my flimsy plan in one go.
“Hmm? Is that so? Then just sell that one. I’ll give you all the money from selling her. A mage slave should fetch at least 1000 gold, I think.”
?! Se-Sell her?! Selena?!
Having not the slightest intention of sending my slave out for entertainment or selling her like in a game, I widened my eyes in shock at the Count’s words to sell Selena.
The Count continued speaking without caring whether I was horrified or not.
“By the way, so slave merchants have a limit on the number of slaves they can manage at once? The remaining records were so incomplete I didn’t know. Do you need to increase mana to raise the limit?”
Not wanting to sell Selena no matter what, I said to the Count who was tilting his head in thought,
“Th-There should be a way without selling Selena. Th-The Goddess. Goddess Kylie said if I have questions to come to the temple, so if I go to the temple there will definitely be a way. So Selena…”
“What. Have you gotten attached to your slave? Well. You’re still in your prime so that can happen. Fine. But is it true that going to the temple will create a way? Did your job goddess really give it to you?”
Hearing my voice laced with desperation, the Count made an absurd expression and asked, and I nodded and answered.
“Yes. It’s true. So…”
“Alright. Then go to the temple. Ah, leave that one. Even though I said we’d work together, it’d be troublesome if you blab about our business at the temple.”
I flinched at the Count’s words. In fact, I had been planning to go to the temple with Selena immediately, meet Kylie, prove that I was a slave merchant permitted by Kylie, and report that the Count had gone mad and was selling the territory’s people as slaves.
But if Selena is held here…
“Selena as a hostage…”
“Hey. Hostages between partners is too cold. It’s just like a token of the promise. Don’t worry and go. I’ll wait without laying a finger on her.”
Answering my worried voice with a joke, the Count pointed his chin at Ron and said,
“You take him. He probably doesn’t know where the temple is. Ah. Clean this up on the way.”
The Count pointed at Hanna who, even after several climaxes, hadn’t stopped the initial order of “masturbate” and instructed.
“Yes, Boss.”
Ron answered politely, pulled the chain, and said,
“Stop and eat it up.”
“Hiek… Haa… Yesh…”
Hanna, who had been continuing to masturbate while letting out rough moans like a wounded beast, answered in a cracked voice, then prostrated on the floor and began licking the semen and love juices that had flowed from her own pussy.
Lick… Lick…
Every time her small tongue licked the floor, the sticky, stretched filthy liquid disappeared little by little into Hanna’s mouth.
When the lewd puddle that had formed on the floor disappeared, Ron roughly yanked the chain and said,
“If you’ve eaten it all, follow.”
“Kek?!”
Hanna, who had been licking the floor even after licking up all the semen and love juices, moaned from the pain of her neck being yanked and crawled after Ron.
I, who had only wanted a happy harem life with slaves, followed behind them while fretting over a way to escape the hardship I’d faced just days after my reincarnation into another world.