A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 292: Slave Auction House (5) ***

The place the manager took Asil to was a different room from the one Soira went to.

Although the area was similar, this side was quite well decorated, perhaps for entertaining precious guests.

There was a soft carpet on the floor, and the stylishly designed tables and chairs were expensive in their own way.

In addition, there is a small chandelier, soft lighting, and even black tea.

Even the weasels who actually lived in the royal palace nodded inwardly, saying this wasn't that bad.

"It's a small room, but please wait a moment. "I will get it as quickly as possible."

"Joy. "It's not bad."

The manager let the two people into the room and left.

Once they were alone, the weasel carefully checked whether it was properly soundproofed and whether there were any listening devices, and then opened its mouth.

"It's going well so far."

A neutral voice, much higher than it appears, came from the disguised weasel's large, muscular body.

It was the limit of the magic tool for disguise.

Although he was able to physically disguise himself almost perfectly, his voice came out awkwardly at best.

This was the reason why the weasel kept silent until now.

It was a fact that I already knew, but I couldn't get used to it.

"There doesn't seem to be any suspicion, and if Soira, who went to get a quality inspection or something, returns, I hand it over to her, so there will be no problem with infiltration, right?"

"That's right. As a bonus, I was able to obtain funds for my activities."

The weasel's face didn't waver at all, but somehow there was a hint of joy in its voice.

No matter what, having a large budget is a joy.

Weasel then checked the progress of the plan with Asil and decided to leave the room.

"This room has a magic-disrupting effect. "If I stay here for a long time, I don't know if it will affect the magic tools for disguise."

"There is such a device? "Then isn't there something suspicious?"

"It's okay. This is an effect that interferes with all magic without identifying enemies. If this happens, the other side won't be able to do anything. On the other hand, there is a possibility of putting pressure on them through physical means. So, I will stand in front of the door."

"All you have to do is block the one door, right? Don't push yourself too hard. Because I fight well too."

"Hehe. Don't worry. I am also an elite of the Vale Kingdom's intelligence department. "I have trained myself to the point where I would not be embarrassed in battle."

The weasel left the room and stood in front of the door as if guarding it.

Standing in front of the door as a large disguised figure, it seemed as if he had blocked the entire door with his body.

After seeing that, Asil sat down on his chair and stretched out his arms and legs.

There were no windows in the room, and the only door was covered by a weasel, so Asil decided to relax a little.

"Ugh. "The clothes are very uncomfortable."

The clothes chosen by the weasel were suitable for the purpose of looking like an unlucky nobleman, but they had the disadvantage of not being at all considerate of the person wearing them.

Since I was only going to wear it once anyway, I didn't pay attention to it.

She gently loosened the corset that was too tight, and took off her high-heeled shoes for a moment...

Even though it wasn't as comfortable as the clothes she usually wore, Asil felt much better, leaned her weight on the backrest and sighed.

Everything was planned in advance and acted according to the script, but that didn't mean it was easy to act.

As much as I suffered internally thinking what if I get caught or what if I forget what I had to say, I felt incredibly relaxed when I was relieved of the burden, even if only for a moment.

"... "Okay, it'll be okay if I just relax for a little while."

Asil consciously relaxed her body for a moment.

That alone made me feel like my stamina was coming back a little.

Close your eyes like that...

"... Suuu... "

I fell asleep.

It happened when my very tense body relaxed.

Of course, that wasn't all.

In fact, there were various items prepared in this room to help people fall asleep.

Each one was just a matter of mood, or at most it was just something that could help you sleep comfortably at night, so even the weasel didn't notice.

In fact, the effect of this room was ambiguous.

It was created to put people to sleep and act harshly on those who entered the room, but it had almost no effect because it excluded too many things that stood out in order to avoid detection.

Out of ten people, only one person was dozing off rather than sleeping deeply.

The reason Asil fell asleep in that room was, of course, because of "Deep sleep."

-Sooooo...

As Asil fell asleep, one side of the wall opened, and a man walked out from inside.

It was the manager who said he was going to pick up the cash a little while ago.

"I think this is the first time this room has shown any effect... What. Is it okay?"

For the manager, the woman in front of him was more important than thinking about why the room worked or such useless thoughts.

The manager confirmed that the door was closed and reached out to Asil's body.

Munchul.

My breasts, which were too big to be held in one hand, were crushed and distorted by my fingers.

"If you're a girl, you'll just cuddle under a dick like a girl. "What kind of nobleman?"

Her breasts swayed with her hand movements and seemed to pour out of the dress.

Even though the weasel had hastily repaired it, the dress, which was not designed for the large breasts you already know, became disheveled with just a little rubbing, exposing the breasts.

"Your breasts are quite acceptable. The size is great, and the shape is pretty."

The manager picked up Asil's nipples that were leaking from her dress with her fingers.

The heavy weight of the chest was a stimulus and delivered a feeling of pleasure.

"Huh... "

Even though he was in a deep sleep, a faint moan escaped Asil's mouth.

The manager, who heard her moans, felt her excitement boiling over.

The sight of a cocky female struggling in pleasure always stimulated his desire to conquer.

"The sensitivity is good enough... Under. This body was born to be completely fucked by a dick. "Can't we make them slaves like this?"

The manager was lost in thought for a moment while teasing Asil's nipples.

The value he placed on Asil's body was so great that the merchant's mannerisms momentarily suppressed his sexual desires as a man.

However, after thinking about it, the manager shook his head.

It is not difficult to kidnap Asil and disappear like this. All you have to do is drag it to the secret door where the manager just came out.

But then that big man will realize that the owner has been kidnapped and start a rampage.

There is less than a week left until the auction of Justitia's maiden.

Although he looks quite strong, there is only one person. I wonder how much of a fuss I could make, but I didn't want to create something that would cause controversy before the auction.

In the end, it meant that I had to enjoy it only here.

After making that decision, the action was quick.

The manager unbuttoned the clothes of his sleeping child.

The dress, which was designed to be inherently revealing, easily exposed private parts with the slightest touch.

Slowly, I put my hand inside the rich skirt of the dress and pulled down the panties.

Asil, half-buried in a large chair, showing her inner skin through disheveled clothes, looked like a noble lady who had been attacked by a thug.

"You're a beauty as long as you keep your mouth shut."

The manager, who did not think that Asil's words and actions were acting, smacked Asil's vagina while reciting such sentiments.

Creak, creak.

The manager is also a decent member of Changgwan.

My unconscious body was instantly heated by the chewing that had been trained through countless experiences.

It didn't take long for my soft pussy to become soggy and wet.

The manager picked up Asil and laid him down on the table.

The height of Asil lying on the table perfectly matched the height of the manager's lower body.

It was easy to insert by just taking out the dick and pushing it in.

Of course, I had no intention of coming this far and getting kicked out.

I held on to my healthy, fleshy thighs and lifted them in a position that made it easy to insert them.

If Asil was a virgin, she might have hesitated a little because she was concerned about the possibility of being caught.

However, the manager remembered that nothing caught when he inserted his finger a little while ago, so he stuck his dick in.

Thanks to her thick, wet love juice, half of her dick penetrated into Asil's body, but as expected, nothing caught on her glans.

"After all, she wasn't a virgin...? "

Even though I did it knowingly, I couldn't help but feel regret.

"Even if it's just to sell slaves, there's no way a girl who comes to a place like this is a virgin."

In order to hide his regret, he deliberately criticized her with strong words and pushed her back.

Kuuk.

Still, I don't know if I had a lot of experience, but there were still quite a few issues that had not been resolved.

That doesn't mean it doesn't feel good because that part has its own unique taste.

The manager's waist speed has increased.

The sound of flesh clashing against flesh echoed loudly in the room. Still, at this level, you wouldn't be able to hear anything outside the room through the soundproofing.

Every time I pistoned quickly, my chest bounced around, and it was a delight to the eyes.

As I clutched my chest, which did not lose its shape even as I lay looking at the ceiling, an incomparable feeling filled my hands.

There was no trace of consideration for Asil in the manager's actions as if squeezing her sensitive breast.

I didn't even use the techniques I normally use when dealing with women. I thought it was meaningless since I was sleeping anyway.

It was just a movement to make myself feel good.

While enjoying the pleasant sensation of the vaginal walls tightening around his cock, the manager glanced at the time.

There was still time.