I Became the Master of a Slave Party (4)

Seeing people die right before her eyes, abruptly changing class to Slave, being stripped naked in front of the man who had become her master, and then having her first kiss stolen by him—after one despairing blow after another, she no longer wanted to live. It seemed a future worse than a prostitute’s awaited her.

But after that, the man left her alone. He kept kissing her under the pretext of praising her, but never touched her breasts, thighs, or buttocks. He threatened to have sex with her or make her suck his cock, but he didn’t seem serious. It seemed more important to him that she become his warrior and grow stronger.

And that was fun. Unlike singing or acting, where she could work hard without seeing any improvement, stats were clear, visible numbers. Raising them made her heavy axe feel lighter, letting her defeat monsters faster and with more strength. It made her feel like the heroine of a movie, and she was thrilled.

The kisses he gave her after battles felt good, too. Unlike the rough kiss at first, he guided her gently and tenderly, as if she were his lover, and in his arms, tongues entwined, she felt a dizzying bliss.

Maybe he had fallen for her. He must have enslaved her based on her looks, then succumbed to her charms. That had to be why he no longer touched her.

But that was her mistake.

The man showed his true colors, tormenting her by force and making her bite his cock. Then he took out his smartphone and filmed it, giving her a horrifying memory.

The shame of sucking his cock was bad enough, but at this rate, footage of her doing it might spread to everyone around him. At the thought, she…

She…

Was excited...