Chapter 290: Slave Auction House (3) *

Chapter 290: Slave Auction House (3) * "Phew... Kkkk... "

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I ended up wearing clothes that were a bit embarrassing.

Even though it was embarrassing, it wasn't as blatant an outfit as I first thought.

In fact, it was the opposite.

It was a doll-like outfit with lots of fluff and frills.

Is this what they call goth loli?

It's going to spin, really.

I'm over 20 years old and what kind of clothes are these?

Of course, I know that age has nothing to do with fashion.

Some people think that people who pursue their own fashion without worrying about the public's gaze are amazing.

But I'm not one of those people.

My face feels hot even though we are the only ones here.

So, why am I, the person being sold as a slave, wearing this kind of Gothic loli?

"Soira is beautiful, so I'm going to use the concept of a rich noble playing with her for ornamental purposes and then getting sick of it and throwing it away."

"Thank you for calling me pretty... But somehow I'm not happy... "

Meanwhile, Asil continued to giggle.

"You know. "Now is not the time for you to be happy."

"Why?"

"According to the concept, you are a rich nobleman."

"Huh?"

"Asil, please come this way."

"Huh?"

Asil was dragged into her dressing room, with one of her arms held by her weasel.

After a while.

"Ahaha, ahahaha!"

"..."

Deep cleavage, tight corset, high heels.

It was similar to the dress Asil wore to attend the party when she previously infiltrated the Academy, but even at a glance, there was a huge difference between the two dresses.

Gold used sparingly and without restraint, and accessories that are too flashy.

Anyone who saw Asil dressed up as a weasel looked like an immature aristocratic girl obsessed with showing off.

It was perfect for the role of Asil, who uses people as toys to dress up and then sells them when he gets tired of them.

She tried to put on a lot of heavy makeup, but I didn't do it because I thought it would make her less attractive.

There was just one problem.

"Isn't it too flashy? Who does this in this city? It's like asking me to shake it off."

"It's okay. There is a way."

"Okay? If that's the case... "

They say things like that, so there must be some way to believe it.

The weasel finished getting ready and headed to Changgwan after being seen off by Flora.

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"Slave... He said he came to sell."

A room in Changgwan that we arrived at following the weasel's guidance.

A man who appeared to be Changgwan's manager was sweating profusely in front of our eyes.

"That's right. "I heard they even buy slaves here?"

It wasn't because of Asil acting in the manner of a rude young lady who seemed to intentionally look down on the other person.

Even if you look closely at Asil's appearance, he was no more than a childish person who did not know the fear of the world.

There was another reason why the manager was in trouble.

"..."

It was because of the giant who remained silent next to us.

The muscular giant, who seemed to be over 2 meters tall, had dark sunglasses on his eyes, making it difficult to even see his expression.

No matter how close you are to violence while living in a crime city, no one wants to be the target of violence.

Changgwan's manager was visibly afraid in front of the easily recognizable symbols of violence such as muscle and bulk.

Moreover, it would be even more so if the big man was showing hostility toward him for no apparent reason.

In fact, the reason why this giant was hostile towards the manager was simple.

The identity of the giant is a weasel.

I was surprised too.

I'm not sure, but he went into the locker room holding a few magic tools and a few minutes later he showed up with a 2m tall body.

Asil was so startled that he screamed.

He smiled and said that it was a disguise item from the intelligence department's treasury, and I thought that he had to do this much to be dispatched alone to this crime city.

The reason Asil didn't get into trouble even once on the way to Changgwan, even in those clothes, was because Geohan was rolling his eyes next to her.

Although the eyes cannot be seen because of the sunglasses.

Thanks to this, I was able to gain an upper hand in negotiations with my manager.

"Yes, yes. They also engage in slave trading. But recently... "

"Ah. Done. I'm not interested in the situation in a place like this. Just tell me whether I will live or not."

Asil pushed my back. All words and actions were planned in advance.

The manager, who looked a little annoyed by Asil's tone, brightened his eyes when he saw me coming forward after being pushed from his back.

"Oh, this is... "

The manager's eyes quickly scanned my entire body.

But I didn't feel any sexual desire in that gaze. Rather, it was a simple, critical look at the product.

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Even though she was wearing a flowy goth loli outfit that didn't show off her body that much, the manager's gaze seemed to pierce through the fabric.

After staring at him from his legs, stomach and chest to his face and hair, he finally revealed his intention to make a deal.

"That's great. I'll make a deal. How would you like to trade? There is a way to negotiate on the spot and a way to receive a certain percentage by putting it up for auction."

"In this place."

"Are you sure you don't mind? If you have a slave like this, you can get a lot more if you put it up for auction."

"It's okay. I guess you said you didn't want to stay in a place like this one more day? "I will dispose of it quickly and leave."

"I will do as you say. "Then, I'll do a basic quality check first, so please excuse me for a moment."

When the manager winked, one of the big men standing next to the manager motioned to me.

I looked at Asil once, created the appearance of a 'slave receiving permission from the owner', and then followed the large man out of the room.

"Then what do you think the price is? The recent price is... "

I closed the door, leaving behind the sound of the manager starting to bargain.

As I walked along the bulky path, there was a rough room not too far away.

It was a bleak room with exposed bricks, as if applying wallpaper wasn't a waste.

"Stand there."

Only after the door was closed and cut off from the outside world could I hear the large voice.

The big guy stopped me in the middle of the room and took out a familiar magic tool.

I couldn't remember when I saw it, but I remembered the effect.

It was a magic tool for taking pictures.

Fantasy Changgwan seems to be running a profile as well.

Smile, turn to the side, lift your skirt and show your panties, etc. I took various pictures according to the big man's words.

And.

"Take it off."

The words finally fell.

I began to take off my clothes.

The setting I came up with the other kids was 'a slave who was mistakenly caught by a vicious noblewoman and sold because she got tired of being treated as a toy.'

To show that she was not used to being used as a sex slave, she slowly took off her clothes, conscious of the gaze of the large man.

Unexpectedly, the big man did not urge me to quickly take off my clothes.

Rather, the way he sat there with his arms crossed and stared at me taking off my clothes made me feel like I was a striptease dancer.

While receiving heated gazes as if filled with heat, I finally took off all my underwear and laid them down neatly.

It was a difficult outfit to put on and take off by myself, so my slightly sweaty skin glowed gently under the light due to the effort.

After taking off the clothes, filming continued naked.

The same pose as when wearing clothes was requested and taken again with the clothes off.

Only after taking a few more pictures did the quality inspection begin in earnest.

"Stay still."

It is said to measure the size of the chest.

"Hey, that... "

"I told you to stay still."

"Well, then why are you touching my breasts?"

He said he was measuring my breasts and massaged them.

A large hand, not as big as a disguised weasel but quite large, grabbed my breast and massaged it back and forth.

When I asked cautiously, the big guy actually got angry.

"Shut up! This is how it is done here. "Why don't you just shut up!"

"Hi... "

He played the role of a timid slave and let the big man do as he pleased.

Every time the large hand touches my sensitive chest, a tickling or tingling sensation hits my head.

It felt like the entire breast, changing shape as my fingers were buried in it, became an erogenous zone.

Even as time passed, the big man's playing with his hands did not end? It was a leisurely movement of the hands, as if to say that there was plenty of time.

The situation of showing my naked body in front of a man and the excitement of having my breasts massaged arbitrarily combined, and my body began to react little by little.

The breast milk dispenser at the end of the chest, which was usually not even aware of its presence, revealed its presence.

"Huh... "

My body twitches and trembles uncontrollably every time my nipples, which have begun to fiercely assert themselves, are rubbed by the palm of my hand massaging my breasts.

It was already difficult to hold back my heated body without being noticed as an "Honest body," But it was difficult to hide it anymore when my erect nipples were stimulated.

"Has it already been developed? "Not bad."

I was enjoying the slightly creepy feeling, wondering if he might be considered a pervert, but the big man's reaction was calm.

Since it is a brothel that also handles sex slaves, it is said that it is often seen that slaves have already been trained and trained in various ways by their previous owners.

It was a bit of a disappointing reaction for me, who was soaking my stomach while imagining a heated sale.

While I was feeling discouraged inside, the big guy was struggling... I took out the tape measure.