I was walking toward my new target location, descending deeper into the earth with each step. The underground auction chamber awaited below, hidden from the eyes of proper society.
A woman led the way before , a broker by trade. I had paid a ridiculous two hundred gold coins for her services, and in return she had arranged my participation in tonight’s event and forged a convincing fake identity among the clientele.
My current holdings sat at ten thousand five hundred gold coins. Five thousand seven hundred from my previous endeavors, five thousand from Rebecca’s desperate purchase, minus the two hundred that had found its way into this broker’s pocket.
With that kind of wealth weighing down my storage purse, the world looked entirely different.
Everyone in front of felt small. Insignificant. Like pests beneath my notice, scurrying about their aningless lives while I walked among them as sothing greater.
My eyes traced the figure of the woman leading forward. A thought crossed my mind unbidden.
’Should I just buy her instead?’
I smiled to myself. ’With this much money, I could probably purchase her entire lineage.’
I recalled monts earlier when a guard at the entrance had failed to bow with proper respect.
The way I had stared him down until his knees buckled and his forehead nearly touched the ground. The fear in his eyes as he realized his mistake.
’Pathetic creature.’
Finally, the broker gestured toward a grand hall that opened before us. Rows of seats descended toward a central stage, and she led to my designated position.
A paddle rested on the velvet cushion, bearing the inscription: PATRON #69.
I smiled at the number as I moved toward my seat.
"Sir Eren," the broker spoke from behind , "if you have any needs during the auction, you can find stationed in that service box."
I paused mid-step.
"Oh, I do have one need," I said without turning around.
She waited attentively to hear my request.
"Do a favor." My voice dropped to sothing cold and commanding. "Never call by my na again. It’s Sir. That’s the only word you need to rember when addressing . Understand?"
I waved my hand dismissively.
"Now move along. I can’t stand the sll of poverty lingering around ."
She maintained her professional smile, but as she walked away, I distinctly heard the click of her tongue against her teeth.
I didn’t care in the slightest.
I settled into my seat with practiced elegance, positioning myself as though I were the highest noble in attendance. My posture radiated authority. My expression conveyed bored superiority.
But that confidence shattered the mont a woman walked past and claid the seat at my side.
She moved with an authority that made mine look like a child playing pretend. Every step carried the weight of soone who genuinely ruled their world, not soone rely pretending to.
A ornate mask concealed her features. Her attire spoke of absolute power, a fitted dark ensemble with sharp lines and expensive fabric that hugged her commanding figure.
The kind of outfit a queen might wear when conducting serious business.
She sat beside with legs crossed, her posture perfect, her presence overwhelming.
Sothing nagged at my mory. Just from her figure alone, I felt certain I had encountered this woman before. But where?
I was about to open my mouth, ready to propose an outrageous offer.
How much would it cost to make her my personal slave and maid for the rest of her life? It would certainly save the trouble of searching through tonight’s stock.
But before words could form, an announcent echoed through the chamber.
"Distinguished patrons, honored guests, and esteed collectors of fine acquisitions!"
A man in elaborate robes stood at the center stage, his voice magically amplified to reach every corner.
"Welco once again to our prestigious Underground Night Auction. After a month of careful preparation, we are thrilled to present our newest offerings to your discerning eyes."
He spread his arms wide in theatrical greeting.
"Your continued cooperation, generous support, and unwavering patronage have made this establishnt what it is today. To express our deepest gratitude, we have assembled a collection that will undoubtedly shatter every record this auction has ever set."
A murmur of anticipation rippled through the crowd.
"In terms of coin spent and, most importantly, in sheer quantity and quality of rchandise. Tonight, we offer an unprecedented variety of the finest slaves available. From hardened prisoners to fallen nobility, each specin has been thoroughly prepared to serve your every desire and satisfy your most particular preferences."
His smile turned knowing.
"Use them however you wish. As you well know, once bound, they cannot defy you."
My attention shifted away from the mysterious woman beside . Perhaps I should wait and observe the offerings first. A fallen noble might change my perspective entirely.
"Without further delay," the announcer continued, "we present our first selection. Lot One consists of specins of considerable physical prowess, capable of satisfying certain preferences held by both our male and female patrons alike."
He gestured toward the entrance. "Bring forth our very first slave!"
Two guards erged, dragging between them a massive figure. The man was tall and impossibly broad, muscles bulging beneath scarred skin.
His eyes held the dead stare of soone who had killed many tis, likely even within the prison cells themselves.
I felt genuine terror looking at this beast. ’Who in their right mind would purchase this maniac?’
Then a paddle rose from sowhere in the crowd.
"One thousand gold!"
My jaw dropped. One thousand for this monster?
The bidding war erupted imdiately. Numbers climbed higher and higher until finally one voice erged victorious.
A woman rose from her seat, hiding her masked face behind an ornate fan as she glided toward the stage. Sothing about her movents suggested barely contained excitent.
"Congratulations to Patron Number Thirteen for acquiring our first slave of the evening!"
The announcer gestured, and a staff mber approached carrying two small droppers. One was administered forcefully to the slave while the other was handed to the winning bidder.
The liquid inside looked distinctly like blood.
After the won drank it as well the staff said, "Madam, you may proceed with the binding."
The woman nodded and began reciting words that sounded rehearsed yet carried undeniable power.
"I, as your superior and sole authority, command you to acknowledge as your master. You shall devote yourself entirely to my will, surrendering your service, your obedience, and your very existence for the remainder of your days."
Her voice grew stronger.
"By the sacred covenant of the Astrea bloodline, I demand your answer. Do you acknowledge ?"
The slave hissed through clenched teeth, resistance burning in his eyes. But the guards beside him leaned close, whispering sothing with cruel smiles. The ssage was clear even from my distance.
Accept, or die a death far worse than servitude.
Seconds passed. Then his shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I acknowledge you as my master."
The mont those words left his lips, he scread. His body convulsed as though flas were consuming him from within.
The agony lasted nearly a minute before it subsided, leaving him gasping and broken.
Guards dragged him away for preparation while his new owner returned to her seat. Even from here, I could see the perverted thoughts dancing behind her masked expression.
Seeing the Astrea blood used as a binding contract surprised , but it made logical sense.
This world didn’t operate on those typical mana oaths as the world cannot be compared with that level of magic.
But my Astrea bloodline was different. It had so crazy mystery of so ancient beings due to which our power level and hierarchy is different.
Before I could contemplate further, the next slave was brought forth.
A woman this ti. But she towered even larger than the previous man, her fra a terrifying combination of tribal warrior and northern viking.
Muscles rippled beneath sun-darkened skin.
Fear gripped again. ’If I made her submit, she would definitely break my dick during her pleasure.’
The bidding comnced, climbing rapidly until it reached seven thousand gold coins.
And in that mont, reality struck with brutal clarity.
I finally understood exactly where I stood among these filthy rich and utterly mad people.
My ten thousand gold, which had made feel invincible re monts ago, was rely middle-tier wealth in this den of monsters.
[A/N: Soone got humbled real quick]
An old bald man won the bid and practically sprinted to the stage to inspect his prize.
The shaless creature began slling her imdiately, circling like a dog examining at. His tiny fra stretched upward to raise her arms, and he actually was analyzing her arm pits for sothing I can’t tell.
Then he grabbed the waistband of her shorts, stretched it outward, and peered directly at her pussy with the scrutiny of a rchant examining produce.
Finally, he turned to the staff and made a scissoring gesture with his fingers.
As if requesting they trim whatever he had found down there.
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