A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 291: Slave Auction House (4) **

Tape measure.

It is a tool commonly found in places where body size needs to be measured, such as clothing stores.

Although the reasons are slightly different, it is not strange to use it when creating a profile.

However, the timing of taking out the tape measure was a little questionable.

The guy who already touched everything he was supposed to do and even shouted loudly that he was doing it this way is now measuring it with a tape measure?

That's a bit...

However, the big guy paid no heed to my questions and held the tape measure to my chest.

Should I at least raise my arm?

When I tried to raise my arm to make it easier to wrap the measuring tape around my chest like I did at the clothing store, I was told to stay still.

However, the hand holding the tape measure was a bit strange.

It seemed like it was held very briefly to measure a value in millimeters.

He moves the tape measure held briefly back and forth with delicate hands that are not appropriate for his large size...

The size of the areola and nipple were measured.

No, why are you there?

Before starting VR games, when I was secretly looking for male-oriented adult content.

Among the items I occasionally saw, there was one that had a character profile written down to the size of the nipple or areola, like now.

Sometimes, even the width of the vaginal opening was written down.

So I knew that there were men who got excited about such details.

I knew it, but I thought it was a taste that was difficult to understand.

Is it better to grow up? Or is smaller better?

Even though I pride myself on knowing a lot about men's scents, I only knew that such tastes exist, but I couldn't reach the level of understanding.

But I never thought I would be the target.

The big guy touched the nipples with his fingertips to stimulate them, and even sucked them himself.

It might have felt a little creepy to see a guy who was probably a head taller than me bend down and cling to my chest and suck on it, but it felt good, so let's just say that a good thing is a good thing.

The big guy who was sucking my breast like a baby took his mouth off and measured the size again.

Did they try to measure the size when it was at its largest erection?

After finishing measuring, the big guy massaged my chest a few more times and then went down.

Before reaching the buttocks, the large man stopped a little higher than the hips and patted his waist here and there and nodded.

And then he started writing something in the notebook next to him.

Did you really measure your waist circumference by touching it with your hand?

It was a useless and amazing technique.

What the number you entered is a secret.

"Hold it well."

"Yes... "

Next was the pussy measurement.

Measuring the vagina is a combination of words I've never even thought of, so I feel uncomfortable.

Maybe the butt wasn't the big guy's taste, but unlike the breasts, which were massaged, touched, and rubbed, he ended up grabbing them a few times like he was measuring his waist.

It would be comfortable to have a chair to sit on and spread your legs, but there was no such comfortable equipment in this room.

I had to remain still in a standing position with my legs spread apart, and my labia held open with my hands.

The big guy sat down on the floor and stared between my legs.

The genitals are quietly displayed at a distance that makes one feel a tickle when the nose touches the sensitive mucous membrane.

Is it because it tickles, because it feels good, or both?

Every time your breath touches you, your body automatically reacts.

I tried to hide the reaction of the "Honest body", But there was no way I could hide it in a situation where my genitals were being observed right in front of me.

From the big man's perspective, he could clearly see the lewd hole that bulged every time he took a breath.

Maybe it was already soaked and shiny with love juice.

"Huh!"

The big man rubbed the clitoris with his fingers and pulled it out.

I was just looking at it, and my waist was shaking as a sudden feeling of pleasure rushed through my body, which I had not even touched with a finger.

The hand that was holding my pussy open slipped and I almost missed it.

The big guy didn't really care about my appearance like this, so he took out a tape measure and measured the size of my clitoris.

But does this really suck? I don't know...

The big guy wrote down the new measurements in his notebook and this time took out a thin and long stick.

"Open it all the way inside."

Following the big man's command, he placed his fingers in the hole and opened them to the sides.

It was slippery, so I had to miss it several times before I could open it properly.

It took a while, but the big guy didn't get angry and just watched me from between my legs.

Maybe he was making me do it on purpose just to see me like this.

The big man muttered softly as he looked into the cave that was finally opened after many twists and turns.

"You're not a virgin."

"..."

For some reason, I felt bad.

I was not impressed by the fact that I, or rather, 'Soira', was a non-virgin.

It's a game played to have sex, so I had sex, and of course I'm not a virgin.

I'm saying the obvious, but it feels strangely bad.

The good news was that people misunderstood that my body was like this because it had already been developed by its owner.

I was a little curious about what kind of person Asil was portrayed in the big man's mind.

A woman took a female slave, developed her body, and even stole her virginity?

I didn't know, but it was clear that it wasn't the right image.

After confirming that I was a virgin, the big man plunged the stick he was holding into the hole.

The long rod split the vaginal wall with the help of the thick, wet love juice, stimulating the inside.

I wish it was a little thicker.

With a thin stick, no matter how excited you were, you only felt a tickling sensation, and it was difficult to get pleasure.

After inserting the stick deep enough not to go any further, I read the scale engraved on the stick.

I guess this was also one of the measuring tools. What did you measure? Well, maybe they measured the length of the vagina.

I have seen the length written in the introduction of Onahole at an adult product store.

Is that what it feels like? A sex slave is nothing more than a tool for processing sexual desires, so it may really be measured by that feeling.

It's creepy.

The big guy looked through the notebook one last time to make sure there were no items left out and took out the stick.

"Get dressed."

It looks like it ends here.

I'm so excited because my whole body is being massaged and measured like a tool, but you're going to end it like this?

I looked at the large man with slightly heated gaze, but he only looked at the notebook and did not even look at me.

She had no choice but to put her clothes back on as ordered.

Wait, it wouldn't be a bad idea to think of this as part of the education of sex slaves who can't even satisfy their sexual desires without the master's orders.

Well, the infiltration hasn't even started yet.

There is no need to be disappointed just because you are dissatisfied now.

I quietly did as the big guy said and looked for the clothes I had taken off to put on.

"..."

A pile of clothes that seems to be twice the size of normal clothes.

I have to wear that goth loli costume again... I can't help but sigh already.

———-

Around the time when Soira followed the big man out of the room.

Asil and Weasel began negotiating Soira's price with the manager.

All the weasel did was make a grim expression behind Asil's back, but in this city, strength is law. That alone was helpful enough in negotiations.

"Then what do you think the price is? The latest prices are like this."

The manager presented a price list that had been prepared in advance.

The table of amounts organized in this way, such as how much for S grade and how much for A grade, showed that such transactions were not uncommon.

However, Asil pushed it away without even looking at the price list.

"There is no need for this."

"If that's the case... ?"

Just as we had planned with everyone before leaving for Changgwan, Asil recited the amount he had been thinking of.

"Yes?!"

The manager who heard Asil's words jumped up and was surprised.

I don't know if Asil didn't look at the price list, but the price he asked for was several times higher than the price of an S-class slave written on the price list.

"That's too expensive!"

"So, you don't like it?"

Just as he was about to reject it as nonsense, the image of Soira he had seen earlier flashed through the manager's mind.

As the manager of Changgwan, he had also seen Justitia in person.

Even compared to Justitia, her appearance is the same or better than that.

Asil's request was an absurd amount to trade at this location, but I thought that assuming it was put up for auction, Changgwan would make a profit at a narrow level.

It was a Maginot Line where it would be a waste to trade as is, but it would not result in any loss.

Out of greed, I wanted to cut the price further. But that cheap noble lady seemed like she would ruin the deal if she bargained for no reason.

Even though he was threatening with force, the weasel behind Asil was intimidating.

In the end, the manager agreed to the deal.

Originally, I would have bargained a few more times, but Soira's beauty was something I couldn't afford to miss.

"... Great. "Let's deal at that price."

"Joy. "It will happen a long time ago."

Of course, even the manager's thoughts were part of Weasel's plan.

Soira doesn't go up for her auction anyway. Because she was going to be rescued with Justitia before that.

So, they tried to extract as much money as possible by receiving payment right on the spot.

"But it is difficult to prepare that amount right away. It will likely take a while, so please wait in another room."

"It won't take long, right?"

"I will do my best."

"There is no need for the best. Bring the results."

The manager led Asil to another room while internally grinding his teeth at Asil's extremely obnoxious tone.

To a room prepared in advance.