Although it was dangerous, the operation was sohow successful.
It was only half a success.
Justitia and Flora escape. The weasel was sohow able to escape even though it was injured.
The weasel who sacrificed himself and worked hard to help the two escape was truly a loyal subject.
Asil also used the door to the spirit world to escape.
It is an uninhabitable space for people, so if they enter the sit-in, there is no way to hold them back.
There is also a way to close the door after entering. I'll say it again, the real character itself is a fraud.
Then what's left is.
What. Am I the only one?
I'm a step-brother. If you strengthen your body with magical power, you can run at a speed that surpasses that of a human, but anyone who knows how to use physical strengthening can do that.
There are no movent skills, such as running as the wind by combining with Sylph, the wind spirit, like Asil does, or flying through the sky with magic like Flora. Although I'm not really proud of it.
So, I was left alone and was unable to escape the auction house and was captured again.
So it's half a success.
The original goal of rescuing Justitia was a success. However, the goal of escaping safely failed.
... That's it. This was the setting of this flashback room.
– Sigh.
The thick iron chains rubbed together and made a cold tallic sound.
When they realized that I was not just a helpless slave but a strong woman with fighting ability, they changed the ans of restraint.
A thick chain was added to the slave leash that seals magical power.
If I couldn't strengthen my body with magic, I was just an ordinary gorgeous girl everywhere.
If you tie your limbs with chains, no, not just your limbs, but just one arm or leg, you will be incapacitated.
The location is... I don't know where. I guess it's probably one of the buildings owned by the auction house.
In that place, I was spending my ti deprived of my physical freedom.
– Clap.
The sound of a lock being opened was heard, and Bisil and Manager Changgwan ca in.
As soon as Bisil saw , she rushed at .
"Hey!!"
I cringed without even realizing it as Bisil ca running towards with fierce force.
Even though the pain is limited, it feels just like getting hit with a normal fist. Anyway, I hated being sick.
However, contrary to my reaction, Bisil's expression was not as scary as I thought.
I sneaked in from the beginning with the intention of helping other slaves escape, but isn't it normal for them to get angry?
And the words that ca out of Bisil's mouth exceeded my expectations.
"I can't believe you had such fighting skills. Why didn't you tell !"
"Huh?"
"If I had known that, I could have co up with a better concept! Isn't it just the concept of 'being friendly in everyday life, but obedient when having sex'?"
"Eh?"
"A female knight? A tough rcenary? No, the concept of a princess knight contrasting with the wizard Justitia would have been nice! Why are you only satisfied with that concept?"
"Uh..."
I couldn't find anything to say, so I looked at the manager who ca with Bisil, and he too had his hand on his forehead with a complicated face.
Bisil's actions did not seem to be from an auction house official.
The manager sighed deeply, pushed Bisil aside and approached.
Is it true this ti?
"It's a sha."
It doesn't seem to be the case this ti either.
"Why aren't you angry? ... That's the expression on his face. It's nothing special. We handed over the items to the auction house, and it was the auction house that mismanaged the items. "We received the paynt in the na of compensation, so we don't really have any feelings towards you."
"Even though I lied?"
"Is that the problem? This is Peden. The one who is deceived is at fault. Your acting was perfect. I can't believe you played the role of a sex-crazed prostitute so perfectly. "I want to praise you honestly."
"..."
More than half of that was sincere.
For the sake of my image, it would be better not to tell you about this.
They say it has nothing to do with the main play because it's a flashback room, but it's still a bit.
"That makes it even more disappointing. That level of skill, acting ability, and judging by the situation, even his friendship with the princess. Even though we beca hostile this ti, I thought it would be good to build a personal relationship."
"If I let go now, I might think positively?"
"It's a sha that it didn't work out that way. "You bought it at an auction house, paying a special premium."
"?"
"The auction house's na has been tarnished, so we should set an example. It's a common occurrence in Feden, and it's a perfect justification."
It is said that he personally liked it because of that, but could not steal it.
It was done in such a flashy manner that it blew up the auction house building, so it can't be stolen secretly and made public as if it never happened.
And it's difficult for too.
I turned on the flashback room to have fun, but what if it ends without incident and says 'I escaped!'?
Bisil and the manager chatted for a while and left before the sun set.
By the ti I returned, I was wondering, 'So why did you co?' But my question was not answered.
After the sun completely sets.
Several n with sinister smiles opened the lock and ca in.
It was a group with no sense of unity. If I had to pick a characteristic, it would be that they all look vulgar.
They were different from those who tried to act aristocratic on the outside that I saw at a glance at the store and at the auction house.
People who have no intention of acting like better people. I think it would be appropriate to express it that way.
One of them ca up to and stroked my cheek with his hand. The rough feel of fingers.
"Hmm. Hmm... Oh, shit. What did you say? Hey. "Give what you wrote down."
It looked like he was about to say sothing, but out of nowhere he cursed and held out his hand to one of the other n.
"Look. "This idiot can't even morize that?"
The other man must have expected this to happen, giggling and handing over the paper.
The man recited while looking at the paper.
"'Tell the location of your colleagues and I will release you.' ... Hey. Is this really all you have? "Wasn't it a little longer?"
"That's it. "You idiot."
"Under. Fuck. It's embarrassing."
The two of us giggled without even paying attention to . Of course, I was going to decline the offer.
But suddenly the hand that was brushing his cheek covered his mouth, so he couldn't reply.
The man spoke as if he was acting.
"Oh yeah. Are you saying you won't tell ? Wow, you think so much about your colleagues. Then we can't help it either. The only way is to make you feel like talking."
I could see the man's sly smile beyond his hand covering his mouth.
Ah. Is that so?
They had no intention of listening to my answer from the beginning.
Of course, I had no intention of answering, but even if I had tried to answer, it would have been ignored.
And perhaps the auction house had no intention of hearing the answer in the first place.
Well, it wouldn't be an example if I let them know that I really answered.
I understood the situation.
The humiliation has begun.
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... A few days.
How many days has passed?
I don't know.
At first, I was able to tell the ti to so extent by looking at the sunlight coming through the window, but even then, after day and night changed several tis, the curtains were drawn.
During that ti, the humiliation never stopped.
There was always a man in this prison-like place, I was always naked, and I always had a dick touching sowhere on my body.
Usually the pussy, sotis breasts, mouth, hands, armpits, knees, hair... It's definitely sowhere.
Later, due to the continuous humiliation and fatigue, my mind started to feel a little strange, to the point where I was confused whether I actually had a dick attached to my body to begin with.
At about that point, the system displayed a warning pop-up, and I was brought back to reality.
Still, the humiliation inflicted on was truly harsh.
Being raped without even having ti to sleep was basic, and being strangled was rather normal.
Humiliation. I think the expression ryona would be closer than the word.
If it weren't for enjoying this world through gas, I wouldn't have been able to survive.
A few more days passed like that.
That day was a little different.
Unlike the superficial n who had co before, simple but well-dressed n ca and asked.
"Are you still not planning on answering?"
"That... Ugh. Cough, Cough!"
Was that really a question you wanted an answer to?
I tried to say that, but as soon as I opened my mouth, a cough ca out of my cracked throat.
For days, the only thing my throat could do was except cocks and pump sen into my stomach, so it was worth it.
I couldn't rember the last ti I ate proper food.
After murmuring for a while, he expressed his intention to refuse.
"Okay. "I knew that would happen."
The man nodded his head gravely and took sothing out of the bag he was carrying.
That... It was an object that looked like a syringe. It looked different from the modern syringes I know, but it had sothing that looked like a piston attached to the body, so it probably did the sa job.
"This is a newly developed product, and I needed a test partner. "Good."
Human experintation?
The man filled the body of the syringe with sothing that looked like jelly.
It was quite a lot. It was an amount that seed to have to be counted in liters.
When the man gestured, other n ca and grabbed my arms and legs.
I'm already chained and can't move, so why bother?
A feeling of uneasiness ca over .
I tried to twist my body without realizing it, but my tightly held body did not move at all.
Resistance is in vain for a mont.
The man who approached , completely subdued, stuck the tip of the syringe into my butt and pushed the piston in.
Gurgling, gurgling!
The cold jelly that ca in with a strange sound began to fill the large intestine.
The jelly, which was chillingly cold, ward to body temperature over ti and beca lukewarm.
Temperature similar to body temperature. Naturally, the foreign feeling in my stomach gradually disappeared.
But.
As the jelly stopped feeling strange, I started to break into a cold sweat.
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