He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly

5 – her story

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To be honest, to be honest, I thought I was hopeless.

I’ve been working at an inn for quite some time. I was able to work as a receptionist at this inn for 7 years after my coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 18. Before that, I hunted wild monsters wandering outside the village to add to my family’s income, but after my father was seriously injured while hunting, I had no choice but to find a safer source of income. The place was the inn.

The mother was an ordinary human being, so she could not enter the labyrinth, and the younger brother was too young to work hard to earn money for the family. Above all, his father, who would serve as his teacher, was seriously injured and lying in bed.

In the end, I had to run hard. I made money, I sent money, and I had to work harder. It was me who had to feed my family.

But that was no longer possible.

I have seen many slaves. Among them, I could find many customers who visited for ‘yes and that’ purpose. I didn’t see such a scene myself, but every time I visited, I would see frightened or despairing faces contrasting with the bright or sinister faces of the owners.

I have been looking at the faces of lovers to forget those faces. The happy faces looking into each other’s eyes, the faces that focus on each other as if forgetting the me right in front of them, and fall into a world of just the two of them.

But even that illusion was occasionally shattered. For instance… things like a man actually having s*x with several women, or a woman obviously having an affair with her lover.

As I watched those scenes, I was gradually closing the door to my heart. There were countless men who coveted my beauty and approached me, but I had to drive them away with a few words… or sometimes I had to resort to more drastic measures.

Fortunately, Pyotor, the captain of the guard, who knew my situation well, helped me from time to time, but most of the time I had to get through it.

But this time, I couldn’t bear it any longer by myself.

a person was about to die A man who didn’t know anything, who had lost his memory, believed only my words and went out and was covered in blood.

Hearing that, my heart sank.

I wanted to apologize to him, but I had many things left to do. When it was all over, I was always afraid. A slave who was trampled by someone and yet could not resist. Even if you lock up your heart, your body will be dirty countless times.

I still remember the eyes looking at me on the way to the city-approved slave trade. The eyes that were focused on me, the soggy desires that scan me.

Behind curtains, in carriages, under the shadow of parasols.

To my resentment, my sensitive ears let me hear all those whispers. Even if I wanted to stop it, I couldn’t stop it. I wanted to shake it off, but I couldn’t shake it off. I hated everything. I was resentful of myself. I hated myself for being blinded by a single gold coin.

There, he was taught basic etiquette and behavior that slaves should have. Funny enough, there was nothing much different from the usual work, so the education ended early. Best of all, I had already put everything down at that point so I didn’t feel like teaching at all.

Anyway, I fell too low to achieve anything. So, I focused on one purpose. three silver coins. If there was only that, it would be good if there was only that. If my family could afford to eat and sleep well, I would gladly close my eyes. I thought it would be enough if I could just forget about my body and receive letters from my family.

But I didn’t want to.

But it had to be.

I heard that a buyer is coming. You don’t know how much I cried when I heard that. I thought I was prepared for everything, but it wasn’t like that. You couldn’t fool me. Crying, holding their breath, greeted the terrible night.

The next day, I met my buyer. and fell into despair

Is it due to cause or effect, I met the man I almost killed. There were no scars left on his body, but his dark expression made me more nervous.

What will he do to me, whether he will beat me, torture me, or make me pay him back with his body. Or should I do something worse than that? I was afraid. My brain became a mess. My heart ached.

But he didn’t.

Waking up quietly in the dark room, I looked at the chair he was sitting on. Precariously, he fell asleep with his head bowed forward. I quietly lifted him with both hands and laid him on the bed.

I quietly entered next to him.

he’s a good guy really.

He told me that I didn’t have to do the parts that I was anxious about, and the conditions for me were specified in the terms of the contract. Most of all, he said that I would not have to be a slave, put me in the same seat, and prepared food that I would never dream of.

I was told that three silver coins would be given to my family if need be. Of course, on the condition that he help him in his dungeon exploration and future life. He wanted to entrust me with much more mundane tasks than I was prepared for.

He had few gold coins left. He told me that he had spent 1.2 million dicats on me and had 100,000 dicats left. He had a lot of money for someone who lost his memory, but…

“This is the legacy the person who took me in after I lost my memory left me and the money I received from killing the… bounty. Luckily. The story… the story tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? I’ll tell you that. Rest for now. Yo. You’ll be tired.”

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I’m sure you said something like that.

By the way, I just wanted that precious money to get out of an unreasonable situation.

His hand landed in front of my face. Maybe it’s because I slept in an uncomfortable place? I was struggling little by little.

In his hand, I gently saw mine stacked on top of each other. His hands had an incredibly warm feeling.

I remember his hand touching my ear, his eyes. The soft warmth and attentiveness of the hand that inserted my ear into the hood, the bewildered face that could not take its eyes off my ear.

The worried face he showed throughout the conversation, and the cheeks that sometimes heated up while looking at my face. The head that was trying to turn and the hand that was shaking. This man is rather worried because his reaction is so honest.

He gently lifted his hand and put it on my cheek. I even put my nose close to it and sniffed it.

It felt so warm.

A feeling of something throbbing in my chest. Even so, he couldn’t let go of his hand. He pressed his face into his hand a little more. More warmth came.

Unlike my hand, his rough hand was strangely warm. It attracted me in a strange way. Why is it, why is it so warm? Neither the blanket covering him nor the pillow he was laying on were as warm as his hands.

“Ugh… soft…”

In an instant, my body stiffened. My brain froze. What would he think if he saw me like this? transformation? slutty girl? Whatever it was, it wasn’t a good thing.

But soon, his mind slowly melted as he touched his cheek.

“lol…”

My ears continued to flutter at the touch that gently ran down my cheeks with the sound of silly laughter. My cheeks were burning and a tingling feeling continued to run down my cheeks, to my ears, to my chest, all over my body, something endlessly tickling my insides.

But I didn’t do anything except to bury my face deeper in his hands, and with one hand to keep my wild ears from striking him.

It felt good to tickle. The sound of his incoherent laughter flowed through his ears and turned his head into a mess. Even if it was “okay” or “soft” or even the nonsensical drool he uttered in his sleep, his words seemed to keep making a fool of my brain.

why? It’s the first time I’ve been living with a guy today, can I allow my heart so easily?

…My, what am I saying, allowing my heart? body, what? body? what?

Hastily, she removed her face from his hands. Talk, nonsense. Since the first day, I’ve already been able to use my hands and cheeks to my heart’s content. Why, why don’t my eyes move away from that hand?

I couldn’t turn my head back, and I couldn’t turn my back on his face. Why is my body not moving? why.

“Umm… nothing soft… nothing…”

Along with a rustling sound behind his back, he heard his anxious voice. Wait a minute, wouldn’t it be quite difficult if I woke up now…? If you wake up now, they’ll ask why you’re sleeping in your bed… but you can’t tell me that I moved and rubbed your cheek with your hand. It’s never okay to lie…

…Yes, that’s it. that it is unavoidable Because he shouldn’t wake up, because he’s in trouble if he wakes up, I’m lending my cheek. huh. It has no other meaning.

Aah, really… What a warm hand. Why is the sound of rain making my ears noisy and my anxious heart? When he strokes…