A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 320: Chang Gwan Assistant (9)

I am used.

It's not something that men liken to a woman's virginity.

Even if you interpret it in that sense, it doesn't mean it's not used, but what I'm trying to say is that it's a used slave.

Regardless of time and place, used goods tend to be cheaper than new goods.

Moreover, if the object of comparison was a premium product called princess, it was inevitable that the value would be relatively low.

Even though we were S-class slaves, that was the difference between me and Justitia.

"You are the appetizer."

What Bisil said also came from that meaning.

"Appetizer?"

"Ah. Maybe you don't know? Appetizer means an appetizer, serving to whet your appetite before the main dish... "

"No, no. I didn't ask because I didn't know what appetizer meant. "What do you mean, I'm an appetizer?"

"Was it something like that? "I should have said it right from the beginning."

Bisil explained, licking her lips as if she was disappointed that she couldn't give a long explanation.

"You will be an appetizer at the auction. Therefore... "

"The main dish is justitia? Good. "I roughly understood it."

"Don't interrupt!"

It is common for auction houses to present other items to heighten the mood before the main item goes up.

Bisil's words were likening me and Justitia to cooking and saying that my role is to brighten the mood.

Bisil started to huff when I kept interrupting him, but he managed to control his anger.

But you spoke too long.

"Whoa... Okay. Still, it's better than not being able to understand what's being said. When you say appetizer, you mean exactly what you think. But that's not all."

"Then what is it?"

"..."

Even when I asked, Bisil kept her mouth shut and didn't tell me.

Ah. Are you really upset because I stopped talking?

Oh my god. A scrawny guy.

If I left it like this, I really didn't think I would open my mouth.

It didn't seem that bad, but...

I sighed inwardly and said.

"Okay. I won't stop talking now, so tell me. "What is it?"

"It means you are not the main one."

"I understand that. Since you said it was an appetizer, it would be natural. What does that mean?"

"Ah. You don't know..."

Can I hit this guy?

I could barely hold back the frustration that was bubbling up, as if feeding me a piece of honey chestnut would make me feel refreshed.

Fortunately, Bisil herself seemed to be itching, so she didn't hesitate and spoke straight away.

There are times when talking a lot is useful.

"You can be replaced at any time. Justitia cannot be left out of the auction. It has already been advertised that Justitia's maiden is up for auction. That's probably the goal of most of the people participating this time."

That's right.

Many people would flock to Justitia's maiden... No, expressing it this way makes me feel quite bad.

Anyway, in such a situation, Justitia's auction is canceled because something happened?

Not only will the credibility of the auction house be drastically reduced, but if the situation arises, someone may appear and make a fuss to give up Justitia.

I wonder if I would go that far, but I must have seen one or two people who were so blinded by their sexual desires that they did crazy things.

"But you are different. At best, it's an appetizer and a slave who came in only a few days ago. There won't be any problems just because you don't appear in the auction."

"Umm..."

It was a story I knew.

And it wasn't really a good story either.

Since I'm planning on escaping before I even get to the auction house anyway, there's no point in listening to what's going on in case there's trouble.

However, it was true that I was a little moved when I heard from the front, 'You are not worth more than that person.'

As a woman, I feel like I lost.

If I were to compare a used slave whose identity is unknown and a premium virgin slave whose royal lineage is guaranteed, I naturally think the latter is more valuable, but this is an area where rational judgment is meaningless.

"Therefore. You have to do your best today. I still had some help from the previous owner, so I decided to put them up for auction, but what if I wasn't satisfied with the results today? Then you will not be going up to this auction, but the next auction."

"... Uh. Okay. "I understand that."

"Why. Do you have any questions?"

"I knew I had to do my best today. So what should I do?"

"What. "Didn't I tell you?"

Bisil laughed and scratched the back of her head.

I think it would be really refreshing if I could hit him in the back of the head.

If you run into Bisil while escaping, make sure to hit her.

"You will be the assistant today."

"Assistant? What assistant?"

"My assistant."

"Me?"

"That's right."

"I don't know anything about teaching assistants? "What do you mean, make an assistant?"

"Are you okay. Because you just have to do what I tell you to do. Anyway, the name is Jo Joo. My job is no different from being a slave serving customers."

"Then why are they called assistants?"

"Yeah... Do you want to see a woman training another woman? "I think so."

A woman?

Why do you want to see something like that?

Suddenly, a story I heard on the Internet a long time ago came to mind.

I don't remember the details, but I think the article was about what men would think when they see two women closely together.

I don't know what the intention of the person who first suggested the topic was, but the conclusion was this.

– And! There are four Chijjiga! Two pussies!

...

So, what is the reason for bringing up this story?

Men who are crazy about women just like it when there are a lot of women.

Isn't it an extension of that I want to see a woman training another woman?

Actually, I don't know.

Men often say, 'Women can't understand,' and the same applies to women.

Anyway, I understood that I just had to do what Bisil told me to do.

I want a woman... Ha...

Because I'm not a lesbian. I really don't feel like it.

But it can't be helped.

If you are not satisfied with today's results, you cannot go to the auction house with Justitia.

Today was a day when I had to endure even if it was a little awkward.

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Derrrr...

With a sound like a rolling marble, the portal connected to the underground labyrinth under Changgwan was activated.

The surface of the portal, which was as quiet as a calm surface of water, rippled and a group of men appeared.

"... I hear your great name often. Furthermore, I heard that you have recruited great talent this time, so if you don't mind, could you please expand on my brief insight next time?"

"Haha. This guy speaks very smoothly. Are everyone here as good at flattery as you?"

"Oh my. How is this flattery? If you don't know the stories of your elders that even the neighborhood kids grew up hearing, you should quit the business!"

"Uh huh, huh!"

The manager, rubbing his hands like a fly on a table, stood in front, followed by a middle-aged man with a bulging drinking belly.

The people who came out after that weren't much different visually.

If it weren't for the clothes decorated like aristocrats, it would have looked like a group of old managers gathering together for a company dinner.

We, that is, Bisil and I, stood next to the path they were walking on and quietly lowered our heads.

The gaze of one of the men who was walking noisily passed me by chance.

"Uh? Manager. Who is this woman? "Is it a face she hasn't seen before?"

"This is a product I purchased some time ago. Today I will serve you as an assistant teacher. If you are satisfied with today's service, you can go up to the next auction with Princess Justitia."

"Hoo. "It's a tide, but it's a product?"

"Yes."

The man's eyes looked up and down my body.

Right now, my clothes have been changed to fit my role as a teaching assistant's assistant.

Glossy black leather high legs with high thigh socks.

When one man stopped and looked at me, the other men started looking at me one by one.

I felt my eyes focus on the cleavage that was revealed from the angle of slightly lowering my head and the white thighs between the socks and high legs.

"Hmm."

One man didn't just stop at looking, he extended his hand to her.

Neither the manager nor Bisil, nor anyone else, stopped those hands, and the man just held on with his thick, fleshy hands...

He placed a gold coin in her breast.

Huh?

Haha. He's going to help us today? Take it as a tip. Because I'm in a good mood today."

"Uh... Thank you!"

"Elder, here you don't have to pay for anything, you can enjoy as much as you want! Tee, a tip..."

"Take it. Take it. What's all the fuss about having only one gold coin? Do you think this body would be worth a gold coin?"

"Well, that's not it..."

The manager was troubled, and I was dumbfounded.

Why is it sweet?

Of course, such a heartwarming event was an exception among exceptions.

Other men massaged her breasts or buttocks, hugged her shoulders, and stroked her hair as they pleased.

"Really. This is not the time. "Today is the last day to enjoy the princess here?"

"Yes, that's right! "Now, I will continue to guide you, so please come this way!"

In the midst of being toyed with outstretched hands from all directions, the manager led the men as if he had survived the words of an old man.

Bisil quietly followed the men.

I followed after tidying up my disheveled clothes a little.