For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.

Chapter 14: Dungeon Nightlife (1)

“We have a way to enjoy the remaining time more. What do you think?”

“Hic.”

Instead of answering, Carla started hiccupping.

She probably couldn’t afford to answer right now.

While waiting for her response, I began unbuttoning her stiffly fastened shirt one by one.

Snap. Pop.

Her slightly tight shirt gradually loosened, likely due to anticipating the intense movement.

“Um…Master? We are in a dungeon, aren’t we?”

Carla carefully asked, finally regaining her senses. Was it the cold air blowing in or the touch of my fingers on her skin?

“It’s a dungeon with only the two of us.”

“Aren’t the guards outside risking their lives fighting against the Cultists…?”

“Ay. The reason Cultists are hiding is because they stand no chance in a head-to-head battle. You don’t have to worry about the guards.”

The quality of the guards was quite high, particularly here, where money was concentrated due to Gef’s Auction House.

Perhaps some would get hurt, but I doubt there would be any fatalities.

Ah, I’ve unbuttoned them all.

Carla’s chest appeared from within her fully unbuttoned shirt.

However, the sight of it wrapped in underwear was a little irritating.

“Bra confiscation.”

“Huh? What do you mean… Ah.”

I quickly stripped the flustered Carla of her bra and kept it in my inventory right away.

Jiggle.

Finally freed from all constraints, her chest swayed freely.

I could now see her smooth, pale flesh and her rosy nipples at the tip.

The handprints I left must have healed completely after drinking a potion.

Fondling Carla’s chest absentmindedly, she began to tremble as if feeling anxious.

“Uh, Master, are you really going to do this? There’s no bed here. We’re outdoors…”

“So? You don’t like it?”

Carla hesitated at my words, mumbling her response.

“No, no, it’s not that I don’t like it. I was worried it might be uncomfortable for you, Master… And how could I ever oppose you…?”

She said, pulling her arms back and naturally pushing her chest forward.

It was as if she were hinting for me to touch her more.

However, I stepped back, taking my hands off her chest.

“…Master?”

She seemed puzzled, seeing a reaction completely different from when she’d flirted before by rubbing her hips against me.

Carla looked at me with slow movement, her eyes showing a pitiable look reminiscent of an abandoned animal.

After mingling bodies with me, Carla generally seemed happier. But she sometimes showed signs of anxiety, like when I first bought her.

Especially when I pretended to be disappointed in her or show a lack of interest.

I wondered how the esteemed daughter of the renowned Lindelheit Ducal family ended up like this…

I felt a bit sorry for her but also felt a perverse sense of superiority.

As I was pondering this while Carla observed my expressions,

Thunk.

Suddenly, Carla knelt on the ground.

Did I neglect her too much?

Before I could say anything, Carla put her palms together and began to apologize profusely.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You got angry because I acted so arrogantly, didn’t you? I thought it was okay since you accepted me. It won’t happen again! I can roll in the mud if I have to! I’ve never had any complaints with you, Ma–”

“No, I’m not angry. Calm down.”

I covered Carla’s mouth with my palm and sighed deeply.

Honestly, that was a bit startling.

Why was her reaction so extreme?

Of course, I had my suspicions. I should know how slaves were generally treated, having lived in this world for three years.

I’d wager I’m among the top 1% of owners.

So, it must be due to her fear that I might change or sell her off.

However, it was true that I bought Carla with money and took her virginity, even if it was semi-coerced.

I thought Carla might resent me deep down, despite her outward display of affection.

But sometimes, those glimpses of her desperate behavior made me wonder…

“Carla.”

“Uhm, mmm.”

“Ah, I’ll let go of your mouth. Just don’t make a fuss like you just did.”

“Thank you… Master.”

Even though I said it was fine, Carla still looked at me with anxious eyes as she waited for my words.

I hesitated for a moment at her appearance but soon shook my head with a small smile.

There was a lot I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t bring myself to articulate them.

Because even to me, they sounded absurd.

“That can’t be.”

A slave who came to love her master? And in just one night?

Such a thing was regarded as a story within the realm of fantasy novels.

“…”

Noticing something in my mumbling, Carla quietly looked up at me.

For the first time, her eyes showed neither the trembling fear nor the anxiety of being abandoned, not even the arrogance that came with being favored.

Rather, her ruby-colored eyes sparkled transparently, as if she were willing to reveal her entire self.

For a moment, I was entranced as I looked into Carla’s eyes.

It wasn’t long before Carla licked her rosy lips and spoke in a calm voice.

“Master.”

“Huh? What? Why?”

“I don’t know how you view me, Master, but…”

Carla hesitated as if carefully choosing her words, then continued,

“I believe that you’ve saved me.”

“What?”

Incredulous, I asked again. Carla nodded with unshakeable conviction.

“Do you know that the Lindelheit family fell into ruin due to accusations of witchcraft?”

“Of course, it was a story that once rocked the entire continent.”

“But you still took me in, knowing I was the daughter of a witch, and did not abhor me for it.”

“…”

There was a time when this world was on the verge of destruction due to the evil Gods and the armies they led.

Although we somehow managed to turn the tables with the help of other good Gods and heroes, the fear had not been completely eradicated.

The existence of the Academy and the blind hatred toward witchcraft were lingering remnants of that time.

“You honored me by using my family’s breathing techniques and my magic without denouncing them as evil.”

“That’s because…”

It was because I knew that the witchcraft accusations against the Lindelheit family were false.

In both the game and reality, witches were never a race to be trusted, but Carla originally had nothing to do with witchcraft.

But I couldn’t say that.

To explain the source of this knowledge, I’d have to disclose too much to Carla.

“You treated me as a person, not a tool. You gave me an opportunity to submit willingly before giving me commands, and you promised a reward for my obedience.”

“I’ve told you before that it’s simply a method to handle you more easily.”

“No. If you really wanted to handle me easily, you would have used the branding to issue commands. If even that were unsatisfactory, you could have used a whip. I lack patience, you see. I can’t endure pain or hardship.”

“…”

My ambivalent attitude was like a remnant of being a modern human.

Just as Carla was broken in spirit through slave training, the education I received on Earth during my childhood forged a solid set of ethics in me.

I wasn’t a particularly good person.

I was just a foreigner who had awkwardly adapted to this world.

Perhaps noticing my prolonged silence, Carla turned toward me with a faint, playful smile.

“More than anything, Master, you’re handsome. That’s what’s important.”

“What?”

“Think of it the other way, Master. If you had to share your body with a fat, balding middle-aged woman versus a slightly mischievous but incredibly beautiful young girl, which would you prefer?”

“Obviously, the latter.”

“Exactly! On my first day as a slave, I thought I would never smile again, but when I see you, I can’t help but smile.”

“Heh, really? Well, then.”

How flattering.

Although this face wasn’t my original one, it didn’t change the fact that I spent a lot of time customizing it.

Maybe that was why I found myself unintentionally smiling more and more.

Humans were such simple creatures.

Perhaps my heart was also lightened just by looking at Carla’s stunning beauty.

While I tried to suppress my rising smile, Carla turned her gaze toward me, speaking with a more serious tone once again,

“I need to reiterate this because it’s important: I consider myself lucky to have been sold to you, Master. Really.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. So, I want to be cherished by you, Master. I want you to need me, just like now and for always.”

Now I get it.

Was it because she witnessed the downfall of her family and all the horrible things that happened afterward? Or was it due to the beastly nature of her slave training?

Either way, Carla was deeply dependent on me and had become attached, all because I had treated her only slightly well.

It wasn’t a mindset anyone would consider normal. But then again…

Swish, swish.

After stroking Carla’s head a few times, I swiftly pulled down my pants.

Gulp.

“Huh? Ahh?!”

Carla, who hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, gaped and stared at my lower body.

Then I pressed myself closer to Carla’s face, who was still kneeling, and said,

“It’s time for a review.”

“A review?”

“A fellatio review. We tried it once yesterday, remember?”

“Oh, you mean the one with the mouth, Master?”

“Correct. We’re going to do it more than once or twice, so you better get used to it.”

“…!”

Upon hearing the long-term implications, her ruby-colored eyes widened as if she were touched by the idea.

Yes.

Carla’s way of thinking was warped, but because it was damaged, I felt relieved.

It was natural for something that was in good condition to break, but it wasn’t natural for something broken to mend itself.

If I would cherish Carla as a slave, she wouldn’t rebel against me either.

With my already fully erect member, I gently tapped Carla’s cheek, issuing a command that wasn’t quite a command.

“Suck.”

“I will obey, Master.”

With that, Carla smiled happily, even as she was pressed down by me.

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