A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 294: Slave Auction House (7)

Asil and the weasel returned.

Now, they will calmly prepare in their hiding place and storm in there when I give the signal.

Whether to infiltrate or destroy and overthrow everything, that's up to you.

The transmitter was placed in the inventory. There was no need to worry about being caught even if it were not possible.

However, I don't know when Justitia will come here from beyond the portal.

According to the auction rules, you have to go to the auction house a few days in advance, but it seems like this auction is being held very quickly, so you never know.

Maybe it's already in the slave storage room near the auction house.

If you delay sending it to the auction house, it will likely be delayed but not delayed, so I think that's unlikely.

All I have to do is hold out in this warehouse and then blend in with the group of slaves that the warehouse sends to the auction house.

If you're lucky enough to be transported to the auction house with Justitia, it's best, and even if things don't work out, you'll still run into each other at the auction house.

... This is my role.

It means that if I can accomplish this, there is no problem in doing everything else as I want.

I followed the manager with joy in my heart.

The manager took me down to the basement of Changgwan.

The basement of Changgwan was like a prison.

Old walls with peeling paint here and there, torches burning eerily, and numerous prisons with iron bars. Looking at it this way, it wasn't like a prison, it was just a prison.

It looked so sterile that it reminded me of the underground labyrinth that I sometimes see when I enter the dungeon.

The manager asked with a low smile what he thought of me looking at the basement without saying anything.

"Hehe... There is no need to be too afraid. "If you just listen to us, you won't have to come here."

"Yes? Yes... "

Did he even think that I was afraid of the atmosphere here?

Certainly, it could have been so.

I casually thought that the underground labyrinth came to mind, but to an ordinary civilian, being trapped in an underground labyrinth is not much different from saying that you will die.

It was natural for an ordinary slave to be scared when he saw this place.

I was just annoyed because I wasn't normal.

The manager opened one of the cells and put me inside.

"Say it again. "If you listen to us carefully, you will be able to get out of here today and sleep in a room with a warm, soft blanket."

Even though I was saying it again, it seemed like the content had subtly changed a bit, but it was me. I quietly held my breath and listened to the story.

The manager called someone's name loudly.

Rushing footsteps were heard from inside the prison, and a man came running in a huff.

He was a man of short stature, with a slightly slovenly appearance. Let's just call it Bisil.

"Manager, did you call me!"

"Okay. "I guess you had a good time today without falling asleep?"

"Oh my, when did you say I fell asleep! "I am always working tirelessly for Changgwan!"

"Enough nonsense. The slave you will be in charge of has arrived."

"Oh?"

After hearing the manager's words, Bisil's eyes turned bright red.

He clearly seemed interested.

"I thought the next slave I would take on would be that woman who has been making headlines recently. Who said that? Obviously the name is Youth... "

"Noisy. Be quiet."

The manager stopped Bisil from talking carelessly.

She was clearly conscious of me.

What Bisil was trying to say was probably about Justitia.

She might be able to get information at an unexpected opportunity.

"It's an S-class that I came across by chance. Think of it as relaxing your hands before taking on that task."

"Hehe. If that's the case, it's not bad. "Is there a deadline?"

"I'll give it to you for three days. "After three days, she has to be moved to the auction house."

"Three days? Anyway, three days is too short. "Can't we put it up for auction next time instead of this time?"

"No. It's three days. "I'm putting it up to brighten the mood before putting the main product up for auction."

"No matter what, three days... "

"It would be good to skip the basic process. "It's not new, it's used."

Used?

I feel bad for the word choice of the guys there. Please give some thoughts on the used goods you are listening to.

"Aha. Then it's a different story. However, if it seems difficult, I will give priority to what was originally scheduled. That would be okay, right?"

"Do whatever you want."

The manager handed some of the papers he was holding to Bisil and left.

As if that was the end of his work, he didn't even look in my direction.

Bisil glanced at the paper handed over by the manager and sighed.

"There isn't any important information. This is also a report... "

Bisil crumples up the wad of paper... As I was about to, I realized that it was a piece of paper given by the manager myself, so I stopped and just put it down next to me.

It seems that the manager who seemed to be embarrassed by Asil was also a person with his own status.

Bisil looked at me inside the cage and said.

"Hey. "Did you hear anything?"

What did you hear?

Did she mean to tell you what she said about Justitia a moment ago? I don't think that's the case.

As she came down to the basement, she only told the manager what she had heard.

"You just have to listen carefully... "

"That is correct. "It's true, but it doesn't contain any content."

Bisil scratched her head nervously.

"Let me introduce it from the beginning. "I won't tell you twice, so listen carefully."

"Yes."

"I am a teaching assistant working at this store. An elite that specializes only in A-class slaves and above."

A little pride appeared on Bisil's face as she said that. Even though she is doing this, she seems to have pride in her job.

"I don't know what kind of training you received under your previous master, but I bet it's at least more fun than that. If I think you have been trained enough to be sold as a slave, I will take care of it. All you have to do is follow what I say."

Bisil opened the cage door and took me out.

"Let's start right away. Follow me."

As the saying goes, there was a basement beneath the ground.

As I went further down, the chill rising from the floor became noticeably stronger.

I only went down one floor.

Didn't they really remodel the underground labyrinth?

Even though I was wearing shoes, I could feel the movement between my toes.

Bisil chose one of her rooms and took me there.

Still, the room was a little warmer than outside.

And the various instruments placed in the room.

Somehow it looked a little familiar.

When did you see it...

Right. When she went to rescue Asil at the academy, she found him suffering in a room that felt exactly like this.

Even if it's a fantasy world, the teaching assistant's office seems to be there. Is this called convergent evolution?

Bisil told me to take off and started fiddling around with her equipment.

During the quality inspection, the big guy enjoyed watching me take off my clothes, but Bisil seemed to have no interest in that.

Or maybe I'm unimpressed because I've seen too much.

-Sreuk, sreuk...

It was a garment that I had worked so hard to put back on after the quality inspection a little while ago, but I felt a little annoyed to have to take it off again without even wearing it for long.

But what can I do? If you infiltrate as a slave, you must obey quietly until you achieve your goal.

How long has it been since I was forced to obey orders regardless of my will? .

Hehe.

After many twists and turns, when I took off all my clothes and folded them neatly, Bisil started looking at me to see if she had finished adjusting the equipment.

My gaze traveled back and forth several times from my face to my toes.

If the big man's gaze was a gaze full of sexual desire and the manager's gaze was a gaze evaluating an item, Bisil's gaze was half that.

Eyes that are lustful while measuring the value of my body.

It was only when the underground air began to feel slightly cold on my bare skin that Bisil's gaze moved away.

Bisil threw something at me.

It was a leash that looked like a small belt.

It is commonly referred to as a slave necklace.

"Chill."

That's all Bisil said.

It was the arrogance of a person who believed that he had absolutely no choice but to follow his own words.

Of course, I had no choice.

I calmly took the leash and hung it around my neck.

– Click.

A slave collar was put on with a chillingly dry sound.

At the same time, the magic power within the body solidified and became immobile.

The wizards of this world are high risk, high return.

Although magic can be used to do almost anything, there are quite a few ways to seal magic.

From simply covering one's mouth to prevent chanting to necklaces used for slaves.

The reason is simple.

It's disgusting to see high-ranking wizards living for their own pride, being brutally humiliated in an environment where they can't use magic, and becoming corrupted and giving in to dicks.

I wanted to see that, so I set it up that way.

And now I myself have become the target.

Since I am not a wizard, having my magic power sealed was not that fatal, but since I could not strengthen my body with magic power, my power was greatly reduced.

Since the original goal was to infiltrate, even if you had no intention of rebelling, it has now become truly difficult to rebel.

My lower stomach is growling at the thought that from now on I will be subjected to something severe without even being able to resist.

Like an erotic doujinshi!

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