Slave Summon

There!

The place I found was an abandoned watermill beside a nearly dry stream bed.

Of course. History always got made at a mill.

I hurried inside and looked the place over, checking whether it was fit for writing a new chapter of history.

“Cough, cough.”

A bit of dust had piled up, but moonlight spilled through the holes riddling the roof, and overall it looked decent enough.

“Hehehe… cough cough… cough! Ugh. Dust!”

I had just started laughing like a creep when dust hit the back of my throat and set me sneezing again. Still, I opened the status window and tried Slave Summon.

According to the skill description, there was a high chance the target wouldn’t be obedient, so I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had to think carefully. If the resistance was too strong, smooth Slave Registration might run into problems.

First I dumped in every image that looked like it would obey me and be easy to train.

Obedient. Degraded. Slave. Weak. Submissive. Lewd. Sexy. Huge tits. Service…

I was busy recalling every condition that fit a properly submissive slave from a lifetime of adult media when I remembered this world was medieval fantasy and snapped back to reality.

Looking at my own status window, I was nowhere near strong. If my slave turned out just as pathetic… getting stabbed again wouldn’t even be surprising.

What kind of ability would let her protect me…?

After thinking it over, I settled on a slave with magical talent. Most novels and games had shown just how useful magic could be.

The problem was whether I could actually overpower and train someone who could use magic.

The “weak” condition was in there, so it should be enough… right? It would be enough. It had to be enough.

I trusted the me that trusted me and proceeded with the summon.

Ah… I forgot about the sacrifice… Something that could work as one…

There was nothing. All I had was the clothes on my back and an ID card that had appeared out of nowhere. The mill was basically a ruin full of trash.

So I’m screwed?

Blocked by the wall called “sacrifice,” I started racking my brain for a way out of the mess. Nothing clever came to mind.

“Haah, it’s not like I can just dump stats as a sacrifice… right? Stats?”

It was a skill that came from the status window, so maybe it was possible?

The idea that popped out while I was muttering to myself in frustration actually sounded pretty solid. To test it, I offered up the single millimeter that kept me from being a full 185 cm.

It worked!

But I immediately hit another wall. My pathetic status window simply didn’t have any stats or skills worth offering.

Strength, Agility, and Intelligence already looked low; dropping them further felt wrong. Stamina and Potency were non-negotiable. Without Translation I’d be screwed, and both Training Technique and Slave Management were important.

…

There was nothing to sacrifice?

No matter how hard I tore my status window apart, nothing looked usable as an offering.

Thinking about it, this was ridiculous. What is this, some kind of “Yuhui X”? Summoning a slave with a sacrifice!

Getting angry didn’t change anything, though.

In the end, with tears in my eyes, I offered one rank of Stamina.

Excuse me… teacher? Isn’t the fuel efficiency a little too terrible?

At this rate I’d have to give up four more ranks just to fill the sacrifice. That would turn me into the infamous FFF-rank for sure.

……

Fine! I got an F or two back in college! What’s so bad about FFF?! Start with one good slave and grow from there!

I boldly decided to start as FFF.

Ooooh! Finally!

I deliberately ignored the fact that Strength, Agility, and Intelligence had all dropped to F and focused on the magic circle that began drawing itself on the floor.

The circle finished at a pretty good clip. The light it had been pouring out faded, and a woman appeared—black cloth bag over her head, entire body bound in rope.

So “weak” gets delivered like this?

Not bad, but if they were going to tie her up with rope, they could have made it a little more lewd. In rags and bound like this, she just looked like a prisoner about to be executed no matter how you sliced it.

I’d have to demand improvements the next time I visited the temple and met Kylie.

Anyway, the body of the woman who had appeared in front of me was outstanding. The ropes pulled her clothes tight against her, putting her large breasts, narrow waist, and firm ass on full display. She was tall with long limbs; anything would look good on her. Even if the face hidden under the bag was a little below average, I could live with this.

Praying it wouldn’t be the worst, I took hold of the edge of the bag covering her face and slowly lifted it.

As the bag rose, a smooth jawline, full pretty lips, and a straight nose appeared one after another.

The beauty of what was already revealed exceeded my expectations so badly that the hand lifting the bag started to tremble.

They say the higher the hope, the greater the disappointment, but my hopes were already climbing so high they couldn’t climb any higher.

And then those large, beautiful eyes. This was what they meant by the finishing touch. A haughty, sensual, gorgeous face was complete.

I could make a woman this pretty into my slave!

“Oh yeah!”

Overwhelmed that the fantasy I’d only ever imagined while playing slave-raising games had become reality, I flung the bag away and cheered.

That excitement was instantly washed away by the irritated voice of the soon-to-be slave whose golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

“Who the hell are you?”

I instinctively flinched and nearly crumpled, then steeled myself and puffed out my chest. If I was going to train slaves for a harem, resistance like this would keep happening. I couldn’t start by losing.

“The man who’s going to be your master.”

“What? They said ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they were going to execute me, so you snuck me out the back? You’ve got some pull, huh?”

Huh? Execution?

“Anyway, what a joke. They made such a big deal about cutting the roots of treason, then turn around and sell me as a slave… Well, living beats dying. But where is this? How’d you pull me out while I was on the way to the gallows? Magic? I don’t know many spells I haven’t seen… Hmm…”

Trap… this is a trap!!!

“How much did you grease the royal family? Hmm… doesn’t look like much… Hey. No, wait… Master? Master~? Say something.”

Can I get a refund? A death-row inmate and a traitor? For my first slave? Is this right?

Hearing those blood-chilling words froze me solid and dropped me into full panic. I wasn’t even sure I could train this woman into a registered slave, and even if I somehow succeeded, someone who had apparently committed treason didn’t exactly scream “obedient.”

“Master, what’s wrong? Hurry up and brand me and untie these. Being tied up hurts more than I expected.”

If I untie her she’ll try to kill me!

“I don’t know how you managed to sneak me out as a slave, but my only value is my body and my magic, right? Just do what you’re gonna do and let’s sleep. Okay? I pretended to be calm when they put the noose on me at the gallows, but I was actually super tense. Now that the tension’s gone I’m exhausted. By the way, why is it night? The execution was supposed to be at noon…”

So that’s it. The tension left her… Meanwhile I’m wound tighter than a spring…

The one silver lining was that she at least seemed willing to become a slave. Was this the power of “Obedient”? For all that, she didn’t feel like she matched any of the other conditions…

“So you’re saying you’ll become a slave without a fuss…?”

I tried to sound imposing, but honorifics slipped out on their own.

“Ugh, come on! Hurry!”

Slave Registration!

Hearing the irritated demand, I immediately used Slave Registration.

Amazingly, it actually went through. Shocked that this dangerous woman in front of me had calmly agreed to become a slave, I was scanning the status window when I spotted the word “seal.”

Ahh, the seal! Ahh, the slave mark! What a beautiful ring those words had.

The me who had been scared stiff a moment ago vanished somewhere, leaving only the me who was thrilled at the thought of stamping a slave mark onto this woman’s lower abdomen now that she was registered as mine.

I pictured it. The slave mark that would decorate a slave’s lower belly. A design that exquisitely combined a womb and a heart.

My aesthetic sense wasn’t great, but I combined every slave mark I’d seen across countless media into the one I liked best and decided on it.

Is there any reason to reverse it?! This beautiful slave mark that will decorate a slave’s lower abdomen!

“Hiiik?! Wh-what is this…? Hyaaang?!”

The moment the seal decision finished, a lewd moan burst from the former death-row inmate turned slave.

Must be the process of the seal being engraved. Ah. Come to think of it, I still hadn’t checked the slave’s status window.

At first I’d been too busy staring at her body and face, and after that the intimidation had made me forget. I hurriedly opened the slave’s status window.

The legendary 65G I’d only ever heard about! Hell yeah~

How much could I actually trust this Slave Registration thing…? If I untied her and she attacked, my stats would get me one-shot. Still, it said “Complete Submission,” so it should be fine…

While I was fretting over the status window and deciding to free her, Selena’s moans gradually quieted.

“Haa… What is this? My lower belly feels weird. Did you do this, Master?”

With both cheeks flushed and soft moans still escaping her, Selena’s face was otherworldly beautiful. The moonlight filtering through the gaps in the roof hit her like a spotlight and made that beauty shine even brighter.

“Master?”

“Uh… yeah. I did it.”

I’d been staring blankly until her call snapped me back.

“Really? Then that’s fine. Hurry up and stamp the slave brand and untie me.”

Hearing Selena, who still didn’t know that registration was finished and the seal was already in place, I hurriedly started freeing her from the ropes.

But as someone who had never tied anyone up or untied anyone before, getting the ropes that had been tightly bound for a death-row prisoner off was not easy.

“Master, what are you doing? Are you going to untie everything first and then brand me?”

Selena asked while I grunted and struggled with the restraints.

“Nngh… I already stamped the seal earlier. Hup! Why is this knot so damn hard to undo?!”

“Huh? When?!”

Selena asked in surprise, but I didn’t have the luxury of answering.

Ah… part of me wanted to just cut the knot the way Alexander cut the Gordian knot. But right now I didn’t even have a knife, let alone nail clippers.

Ah! The ID card felt metallic. Maybe I could use that?

I pulled the ID card that had been sleeping in my pocket and started sawing at the knot with it.

A little progress showed, but the rope was pretty thick, so it was going to take a while.

Still, steady work always reaches an end. I finally managed to cut through the rope and free Selena from her restraints.

Released, Selena stretched out the body that had been bound in an uncomfortable position. Then she thrust both hands straight out toward me.

Huh?

I looked back and forth between her pretty hands and her pretty face with a face full of questions.

“Master. Take the rings off for me.”

At those words I noticed that both of her index fingers wore crude rings that didn’t match her delicate hands at all. I wondered if she couldn’t just take them off herself, but compared to cutting the rope it wasn’t hard, so I took her hands and pulled the rings free.

“Thanks! Master!”

The instant the rings were off, Selena threw her arms around me. Startled by the sudden move, I stumbled backward and ended up sitting on the floor.

“Wh-what?!”

“Those rings were binding my magic. Now I can use spells again! Honestly, having my magic sealed was way more uncomfortable and exhausting than having my body tied up. Hehe.”

Ahh! So that’s what those rings were for!

“Ah, it feels so good having every restraint gone. I did briefly wonder if living as a slave was even worth it, but being alive really is better after all. Thanks for snatching me away, Master.”

Yeah. There’s an old saying: better to roll in a dog-shit field in this world than be dead.

“Ah, I’m Selena. Selena Mille. What’s your name, Master? And I’m really curious—how exactly did you sneak me out… ah? Hmm… Master, what’s that getting hard between my thighs right now?”

When a woman this dripping with sex appeal pressed her body against me and talked, if I didn’t go into combat mode then my Potency wasn’t S-rank.

“Huh? It’s getting even harder? Looks like we’ll have to go at it once before we talk.”

Selena lightly pushed my upper body back so I was lying down and smiled as she spoke.