The World Is Mine For The Taking

Charlotte's POV

My father and I were being guided by a woman in a maid uniform, her movements incredibly graceful, almost surreal. She glided across the floor with such elegance that it was hard to believe she was just a maid. Her figure was stunning, with curves that drew the eye, and her face was extraordinarily beautiful. Even as a woman, I couldn't help but feel an attraction to her.

It was clear that she was more than she appeared to be.

My father seemed to share my feelings, his gaze fixed on her butt. It was embarrassing to see him staring so openly. He must have reached his limit because he reached out to touch her. My father was a perverted noble, so I wasn't surprised, but couldn't he be a bit more discreet?

"That's not something you're supposed to touch," the maid said, sternly. "Nor the products here. If you continue to behave this way, I can cancel our arrangement and kick you out of Leonamon."

My father retracted his hand and clicked his tongue. It seemed he was willing to back down if it meant getting paid. I couldn't share his feelings, though. At the moment, I was being sold, and he had no remorse about it.

After a while, we arrived at a room adorned with grand double doors, their intricate designs hinting at the opulence within. With a flourish, the maid swung the doors open, revealing a vast expanse beyond. Inside, a line of women stood, each radiating beauty like knights ready for battle.

Their beauty paled in comparison to the maid's, but they all possessed an undeniable allure. As she entered, the women bowed gracefully in reverence. Yet, what truly captured my attention was the sight of a massive cart overflowing with glimmering gold coins, their brilliance casting a mesmerizing glow that danced across our faces.

This was the first time I'd seen such an immense display of wealth in one place. The sheer magnitude of it was staggering. So, this is what it looks like when fortunes are amassed together? It dwarfed anything we had back then. The fact that this company could casually offer such a sum spoke volumes about its vast riches and incredible earnings.

"100,000 gold coins," the maid announced. "Not one less, not one more. Exactly 100,000 gold coins. Feel free to count if you like."

My father's eyes were practically glittering with greed, his desire for the gold palpable as he stared at the gleaming pile.

"No, I don't need to count it. Who do you think I am? I used to have piles of money too, so I can tell that's exactly 100,000 gold coins."

"That's very fortunate," the maid said. "Would you like us to deliver this pile to your current residence?"

"No, no need," my father replied. "I don't want anyone but me near this pile. I do request a carriage to take me back, though."

"I can arrange that."

The maid quickly organized transportation for my father to return to our residence, which was, incidentally, just an apartment complex he was renting for one silver per month. He left shortly after the arrangement was made.

And so, I officially became property of the Leonamon company.

***

I was currently sitting in the office where we first met the maid. She looked at me with a warm smile, but her eyes betrayed her true intentions—they were cold and calculating.

"Now then, Charlotte," she began, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Now that you are officially property of Leonamon, you must work hard for the company. You will live here as a slave and serve as a source of pleasure for our Master."

"M-Master?" I stammered, my voice trembling.

"Yes," the maid confirmed, her voice steady. It was only now that I learned she was actually the Vice President of the company, despite wearing a maid uniform. I suspected it was a preference of her lover that made her dress this way, though it was just a guess.

"So, by 'pleasure,' you mean... sexual pleasure?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"That is correct," the maid replied without a moment's hesitation. "The Master here is the owner of the company. I handle the tasks he doesn't need to attend to personally. As you might have noticed, there are no men in the company—all the workers are female. That's because all the women here are Master's property. You will become his property as well."

My heart pounded as the reality of my situation sank in. The room seemed to close in around me, the weight of the maid's words pressing down like a physical force. Her cold eyes bore into mine, a stark contrast to her warm smile, making it clear that resistance was futile. The power dynamics were unmistakable, and I realized with a sinking feeling just how deep I was in.

I trembled. I had no idea who this Master was, but the power he held over the workers, including this woman with cold eyes, was undeniable. It was clear he wielded immense influence.

Suddenly, a smartphone rang, breaking the tense silence. The maid reached into her cleavage to retrieve it and answered the call.

"Yes, what is it? Ah, I see. Understood. Alright, I'll take care of it," the maid said before hanging up. I couldn't decipher the conversation, but the seriousness in her expression made it clear it was important.

"Tell me, Charlotte. Do you not want to become our property? Did your seller force you into this?" she asked, her gaze piercing.

Feeling the weight of her scrutiny, I answered truthfully, "...Yes."

"I see. This is a problem, then."

"H-How so?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Master doesn't want to coerce anyone into having sex with him, but we can't simply retract the payment your seller received for selling you. If we did, your seller might blackmail our company for buying sex slaves," the maid explained. "So, I have a good news for you. You can be free."

"R-Really?"

"Yes, but you have to pay back the entire amount your seller received."

"W-What? But there's no way I can repay that much, even in a lifetime!"

It amounted to 100,000 gold coins. In my former position, perhaps I could have managed, but now I'm reduced to a mere commoner, with nothing but the clothes on my back. Even if I resorted to selling myself, it would take an eternity to settle that debt.

"That's why I'm suggesting this. Prostitute yourself to Master," the maid said, her eyes glinting ominously as she steepled her fingers, resting her chin on them.

"What...?"

"If you're to prostitute yourself to Master willingly, then it's not exactly forcing, is it? It's consensual, right?"

"But... But that doesn't mean I'm okay with it, does it?"

"A prostitute doesn't get to choose. Even if she's not okay with it, she has to do it. It's about survival. But unlike regular prostitutes, you have freedom. You can go outside, attend the academy, and nobody will know you're a prostitute. Plus, unlike those unfortunate souls who have to service many men, you only have to be with one, and that's my Master.

That's surely preferable."

It was certainly a better option than having to sample various men's saliva. There were instances when a sex worker ended up conceiving during their nightly encounters. That would mean surrendering my virginity to a stranger and potentially carrying their child. Surely, this was a far more appealing prospect. But still...

How could I even contemplate attending the academy if I were engaged in sex work? How could I face Professor Sesillian?

"There are some conditions," the maid explained. "First and foremost, you must never let any man lay a hand on you while you're under the Master's ownership. If you break this rule, I'll have to take drastic measures you can't even fathom. Secondly, if you attempt to flee, we'll hunt you down, along with whoever sold you.

Our company has a top-notch intelligence team skilled at tracking people, so there's no escaping us. If you do try to run, though, we'll cut out your tongue. And thirdly, never breathe a word about the Master's identity to anyone. We keep that secret tightly guarded, so if you meet him, you better keep your lips sealed. Otherwise, like with the second rule, we'll silence you permanently."

I trembled. W-What... What was this? Why was this happening to me? If I tried to escape because I didn't want anyone touching me except Professor, they would silence me?

"You don't have to look that scared," the maid said with a smirk. "You only need to sex the Master ten times. Ah, but take note, when I say 'sex,' I don't mean the number of rounds he fucks you. It means the number of times he takes you to bed. Basically, he can have many rounds with you in one session, but that just counts as one. Make sure you understand that."

I gulped.

"Also, are you a virgin?"

"Ah, y-yes..." I stammered, trembling.

"I see. That's good news for you then. Since you're going to be prostituting yourself, it means you'll get paid per service. But virgins fetch a higher price because men love to be the first. So, you'll only have to fuck the Master six times. Your rate is supposed to be 10,000 gold coins per service, making it ten services to pay off your debt.

But since you're a virgin, your first time will cost around 50,000 gold coins, and 10,000 thereafter for the next five sessions. It's too bad, though. I'm sure you'll get addicted to the Master's dick from the first round, so only needing to do it six times is really a shame."

I had no idea what she was thinking, but even though the number of times was reduced, it didn't change the fact that I would lose my virginity, which I had saved for Professor.

'Professor, save me...!' I screamed silently in my mind.