For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used. - Chapter 81: It Was Cheap, So I Bought It Again (2)

“Since I bought you, you should be cheap.”

At those blunt words, Elisha gasped and stepped back.

“Why are you jumping to that conclusion?! Just now, you said that you rescued me from slavery, a plight I fell into due to false social accusations, by spending a fortune, didn’t you?!”

“That’s correct.”

“You claimed that the dreadful notion of an elf farm was completely fabricated!”

“Yes, I did.”

“So, even though our roles have reversed, as you did for me, I promise to treat you with human decency… isn’t that what you should be saying now?”

“Hm? But slaves aren’t human, right?”

“So, you ought to at least…!”

Frustrated, Elisha flailed her arms briefly before abruptly stopping, narrowing her eyes, and saying,

“…Are you mocking me?”

“Ah, you’ve caught on?”

“Ugh!”

Elisha stamped her foot, clearly annoyed.

At her reaction, I chuckled and pressed on.

“Consider this. One hundred thousand gold pieces. Do you realize how much money that is?”

“……”

Elisha closed her mouth tightly at the mention of money. Instead, she directed her question to Iris, who stood beside her.

“Iris, as a former tower master, you know, right? What one hundred thousand gold pieces represent?”“

“Indeed. Assuming there are no extraordinary expenses, it’s a vast sum that could sustain the Magic Tower for about a year.”

“Exactly. The famously costly Magic Tower could run for that amount, so what about an ordinary noble family? How could a commoner like myself acquire one hundred thousand gold?”

The real answer was multiple playthroughs, but how many could guess such a thing?

At my final question, Elisha, with her sharp eyes, looked around as if she were harnessing her imagination—a mark of a skilled magician.

Then I pushed Elisha even further.

“I’ve staked my life, Elisha.”

That statement wasn’t a lie. To spend time playing games was, in a way, to whittle away at one’s life, was it not?

In that sense, I was correct to say that I had gambled my life playing games.

…Now, I was literally gambling my life fighting against social circles.

“Do you not realize that I am still being incredibly considerate towards you?”

“That, that is…”

“I find it much easier to give orders. I can even do it now. [Elisha. Kneel and raise your hands.] Just like this.”

“……”

As if she had been punished, Elisha knelt on the floor and raised her hands high.

In her blue eyes, the anxiety I had seen at first flickered again.

“Yandel…? That is… I didn’t mean… That is…”

Stuttering as if she could not find the right words, I gently stroked Elisha’s head.

It was like petting the head of a pet, but with a slightly rough touch.

“Elisha. Do you still not understand? You’re no longer a noble young lady.”

“I-I am…”

“My slave.”

“……”

Elisha’s expression turned completely gloomy.

…Was that too harsh?

But I thought it was a necessary process.

Unlike Carla, who had received slave training at the auction house, or Iris, who had been subservient from the start, Elisha still seemed unaware of her situation.

Still, it didn’t feel right to leave it at that, so I nudged Carla’s side.

Could she have understood my intention just by that? Without saying anything specific, Carla began to console Elisha on her own.

Now, only Iris remained.

At that moment, as I was about to address Iris, who had been restless watching Elisha’s struggle,

“I am grateful.”

Iris interjected, thanking me before I could speak.

“Even though I was confined in the Magic Tower, considering my age, I am well aware of how a young and beautiful slave like me would be treated. This is nothing short of the best treatment. Yes.”

“Young…?”

I looked Iris up and down, noting her almost girlish appearance, and she let out a small laugh.

“Hehe. It’s fine if you don’t think I’m young. At any rate, it’s true that I’m pretty… Besides, I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“Master, is it okay for me and Elisha to speak like this? We’re trying to be polite, but our usual way of speaking is so ingrained that it’s not easy.”

“That’s fine. I don’t even care about your mana cores, so why would I care about the way you talk? There won’t be much occasion for you to be in front of other people, but if there is, just be a bit more careful then.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Speaking of which, about our… mana cores. Are you really okay with it?”

“Why? Are you planning to kill me and run away as soon as the imprint is removed?”

Iris might not have reached the level of a Grand Magician, but she was on the brink of becoming a High Magician.

Given time, she would be able to remove the slave imprint on her own.

I had been fishing to see if that was her plan, but Iris solemnly shook her head.

“No way. As long as Elisha is bound to you, I have no intention of running away. Even if I did, I would not harm you. No matter how you look at it, you are our benefactor, and I am not a wicked elf who would attack her benefactor.”

“I hope you can say the same after tonight.”

“I swear it. Until the day your command is fulfilled, I will repay your kindness as a submissive slave.”

Iris earnestly pounded on her chest.

Unlike Elisha, she was almost too subservient.

Smirking, I called out to Carla.

“Carla.”

“Yes, Master!”

Carla, who had been rambling to Elisha about the treatment common slaves receive, sprang to her feet and hurried over.

“What’s this? I thought you were comforting her, but were you actually scaring her?”

“Scaring? No. I was just telling her what could have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

But she was really scaring her.

Despite her bright smile, Carla kept glancing over at me, now the master of both Elisha and Iris.

I wrapped an arm around Carla’s shoulder and led her towards the bed.

“Both of you said it was your first time, right? So, Carla, you should set an example.”

“Ah! Leave it to me! What should I do?”

“You don’t have to do anything grand… just show us what you usually do.”

“Yes!”

With that, Carla threw herself into my arms.

The corners of my mouth wanted to rise at the soft touch of her ample chest, but I forced them down and spoke to the two elves.

“Iris, you watch carefully beside Elisha. You’re next.”

“I will.”

“Elisha, keep kneeling with your hands up until your turn comes. You know why, right?”

“…Yes. Thank you for ending it with this as a punishment, Yandel.”

For some reason, Elisha nodded vigorously, her face pale.

I whispered to Carla, who was rubbing her face against my chest.

“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing much. I just told her a bit about the rebellious slaves I saw in the auction house basement.”

Nothing much… right?

Whether she knew how I felt or not, Carla, who usually gave off a large dog vibe, slowly began to exude a sultry atmosphere.

“Master, do you remember what we talked about last time?”

“What was that?”

“I said that even if you find someone else, I will try my best to continue receiving your affection.”

Of course, I remembered that.

“Do you see it as pathetic?”

“It’s not that I’m pathetic, but because you feel so good, Master.”

“It’s the same thing.”

I gently pressed down on Carla’s cheeks, which were puffed up like a blowfish.

“Hehe… I will prove it in front of the newcomers. That I am not pathetic!”

“Ha! Let’s see if you can.”

Carla grinned and raised her toes before kissing me.

Smooch.

The ticklish feeling and warmth as our lips met, and the fresh scent of Carla’s body, filled the air.

I firmly embraced Carla’s waist, and my tongue gently explored her mouth, signaling her to continue.

I playfully closed my teeth, blocking the way.

“Mmm… Mmm… Master… Open up, please… I will make you feel good. Okay?”

Carla, like a true puppy, licked my lips while undressing me and herself, radiating a vibe that only came with experience.

She gently tickled my back with her fingers beneath my shirt.

Feeling it was enough, I opened my teeth, and her tongue instantly invaded my mouth.

“Suck… Smooch…”

She tenderly caressed the inside of my mouth with her tongue. It felt like she was fondling the inside of my mouth rather than just kissing me.

As I passively accepted Carla’s movements, she became impatient.

When we parted our lips, a silver thread stretched between us.

But before the thread could break, Carla, now half-naked, pleaded with me.

“Master… Your tongue, please… Tongue…”

I complied and extended my tongue. Carla gulped it down and began to suck it as if performing fellatio.

“Slurp… Smack… Aaangh… Master…“

This stimulation of my tongue and swallowing of my saliva went on for an indeterminate length of time. By then, Carla and I were completely naked.

Finally, Carla released my tongue and slowly knelt at my feet.

She glanced at my manhood for a moment before looking up at my face, and then,

“Ah!”

With a dramatic gesture, Carla opened her mouth wide.

However, it didn’t end there.

Not content with simply sticking out her tongue, she also hooked her index finger inside her cheek, stretching her mouth to both sides as if to invite something in.

I gently stroked Carla’s platinum-blonde hair for a moment.

Then, I firmly grasped her head and thrust myself into her mouth.

All the way to the base in a single motion.

Just like always.