The Second Slave Is Weird Too

As the magic circle that had been gradually taking shape finally completed, the room flooded with light.

I was glad there were no windows for that glow to leak through, and I swallowed hard in anticipation of the perfect slave about to appear.

—Gulp.

A moment later, the light so intense it hurt my eyes began to fade, revealing a faint silhouette.

Ohhh! Finally, my second slave!

While I was cheering inwardly, the light vanished completely, and a woman appeared with her arms crossed and a confident smile on her face.

But then.

Uh... am I seeing this right?

I blinked several times, unable to immediately process the dolphin shorts and the baggy—yet seemingly about to burst from her chest—T-shirt she was wearing, clothes that had no place whatsoever in a medieval fantasy setting.

But that thoroughly modern outfit, which for some reason was strangely stimulating my libido, remained exactly as it was.

"Uh..."

Why? Is this woman also a reincarnator from another world?

I just stood there blinking, not even thinking about slave registration or branding, when the woman in front of me looked around and spoke in a clear voice.

"This is the first time I've been summoned somewhere like this. Until now it's always been temples or palaces or the streets. So. What am I supposed to do in this world?"

Hearing the implication that she'd been summoned multiple times before, I was still wearing a blank expression when her sudden question made me answer without thinking.

"You're a slave..."

"Ah? A slave? That's the concept this time? Well, fine. New experiences aren't bad either."

The moment the woman tilted her head briefly at my unconscious answer and then nodded, the slave registration completed.

Huh? That easily?

When the slave registration finished through a casual exchange, I panicked and hurriedly opened the status window.

Name's... so she is Korean after all. Ah, or maybe another dimension. Body... ooooh! Job is also Slave... wait?

Confirming the slave registration had worked properly from the Slave F listed under her beautiful physical stats, I was already gleefully thinking about engraving the lewd uterine tattoo when the jobs that followed made me cry out in shock without thinking.

"A Hero?!"

"Yeah. You summoned me knowing that, right? Why the surprise. So in this world, the Hero who starts as a slave has to beat up a Demon King? A Demon Dragon? Just don't say it's a tyrant. I want to go back as late as possible."

I don't think you're going to be beating anything up...

Seeing Hana acknowledge she was a Hero and ask about the main enemy she needed to thrash, I felt a little intimidated, but I reminded myself she was ultimately just my slave, steeled myself, and opened my mouth.

"Uh... I don't know if this world has anything like that, but Hana..."

Uh... is it okay to drop the formal speech? I'm younger, but I'm the master...

Trailing off and briefly deliberating, I decided on informal speech and continued.

"...you weren't summoned as a Hero. You were summoned as my slave... and with your consent just now, the slave registration is already done... so... you probably... can't return to your original world..."

"What?! For real?! I can stay here forever?! I don't have to go back to that boring, dull modern world where I can't even swing a sword or massacre anything?!"

Seeing how much she hated going back, it seemed like she didn't feel any homesickness like Kylie mentioned... but the reason she doesn't want to go back...

I briefly wore a dumbfounded expression as Hana, who had been frowning at the word "slave," immediately cheered upon hearing she couldn't return to her original world. Then I fixed my face and said,

"Y-yeah. Of course, as my slave."

"That? Whatever. Fine. You said I consented. Not sure when I did that, but. Living as a slave here hunting monsters and flipping countries will be way more fun than living in boring modern times. By the way, you're not some hikikomori, are you? Living only in this closet of a room? If that's the case, you're gonna be in a whole lot of trouble."

Uh... she is a slave, right?

Pressed by the intimidation of Hana approaching while casually threatening me, I took several steps back. Just as I was about to say I'd open the door and leave right now after bumping into the bed—

"Get away from Master!"

Selena, who had come to her senses, created an ice spear and shouted.

"Oh? Master? Ah. You're his slave too? Nice to meet you. I've been his slave for a little while now myself. Looking forward to working with you. With skills like his... hey. Should we start by taking over some small territory first? If I hold the line and he blasts away, it should be doable, right?"

Feeling a headache from Hana's proposal that referred to me with pronouns that showed not the slightest respect or reverence for her master—"you," "this guy," "hey"—I squeezed my eyes shut then open and said,

"First of all. No. I know you're insanely strong, Hana, but even the best fighter loses to a mob. Plus I'm FFF-rank, so if I get mixed up in a fight of that scale, I'll die."

"Whatever. Then I'll just find a new master. No wait. Free myself? Let's go. Time to take a territory."

Excuse me? What do you mean by... haah... so this is the difference between absolute obedience and adaptation... come to think of it, I'm pretty sure I put obedience in the conditions, so why...

Having roughly grasped the difference between the additional description attached to Selena's slave rank and the one attached to Hana's, I tossed out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a small bait.

"Wouldn't the crown prince's secret mission be more fun than ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that? Digging up a secret organization and fighting underbosses and all that."

"Huh? That sounds good too. Butchering assassins flying in from the shadows and going in to take the head of some cocky boss."

Well. I don't think it'd go that far... looking at the mansion, there didn't seem to be many troops. And I didn't see any assassin-type jobs either.

But I didn't feel the need to redirect the gaze of a fish that had already taken the bait, so I nodded and answered.

"Right. As it happens, I received a secret order from the empire's crown prince. Restore a count who was swapped out by a secret organization back to his place, and receive a treasure the count cherishes."

"Oh. A secret organization capable of swapping out a noble of count rank? Nice. Nice. It looks a bit lacking, but it's suitable for gauging this world's level. Let's go. Do we just go out this door?"

As Hana, her face full of anticipation, was about to open the room door, Selena stopped her.

"Wait."

"Hm? Why? Are you scared? Don't worry, as long as you don't get too far away, I'll protect you all."

Selena shook her head as she looked at Hana speaking so boldly.

"No. That's not it. The slave brand. You need to get it. You're Master's slave, right?"

Ah! I forgot! The uterine tattoo!

Thanks to Selena, I remembered what I'd forgotten while being swept up by the amazing job and amazing statements. The moment I pictured in my mind the lewd womb mark that would decorate the lower abdomen of every slave of mine from now on—the same one on Selena's belly—Hana spoke.

"Uh... it doesn't hurt, right? I don't like pain."

Of course. It doesn't hurt! Receive the womb mark!

The moment I cried out in my heart—

"Hyaang?!"

Hana, who had only been producing a clear, unrestrained voice until now, let out a sensual moan.

It doesn't hurt, but it seems to feel a bit... like that.

Seeing Hana show a reaction similar to the one Selena had displayed when the slave brand was applied, I smiled faintly and said,

"Lift up that T-shirt."

"Hnn... th-this? Why? There's a weird feeling rising from my belly... ?!"

Following my words, Hana lifted her T-shirt to reveal her abdomen with clearly defined abs, then her eyes went wide at the lewd uterine tattoo settled on her smooth lower belly.

"Wh-what is this?"

"That's the slave brand my slaves receive. Now let's go."

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"This is... w-wait, this is a uterine tattoo?! Hold on... you, you! Now that I look at you! The shameless pervert Han Mir!"

No. That's not it.

Never having imagined that Hana would be a Korean from the world I'd been in and would even know me, I hurriedly tried to explain, only to see Selena take a step back.

Excuse me? Miss Selena? You don't believe me one bit when I tell the truth, but you believe everything she says that easily?

Feeling Selena's gaze asking if those words were true and growing endlessly miserable, I explained to Hana, who was fidgeting her hands, unable to do anything to me because of the power that prevented registered slaves from harming their master.

"No. So about that. The buried truth is that that damn bitch actually..."

When I poured out my injustice—my death that couldn't be heard without tears, and even having my hard drive opened for a posthumous desecration—Hana furrowed her brow.

"There were rumors going around for a bit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that that woman was a bad person, but in the end it was all revealed to be rumors... hmmm... but if a god said so... well, your words must be the truth. Sorry for doubting you. Still, this is... haah... whatever. Tastes should be respected."

Why. What. What's wrong with a uterine tattoo. It's every man's dream... probably?

"Haah... then let's head out."

I muttered inwardly while looking at Hana, who seemed about to say something about the uterine tattoo but stopped, and said,

"Great. I've been waiting for those words. Then I'll cut down everything in sight... no sword? Gotta snatch a sword first."

Together with Hana, who was saying things that made me wonder if her job was Hero or Massacrer, and

"I believed in Master. There's no way Master could be a shameless sex criminal like a molester."

Selena, who was wetting her lips and lying, we stepped out of the cramped room.