Chapter 84 Chapter 83 Human Flesh Doll
When Ji Ma met the owner of the mansion in the cool guest room of the estate, for a moment, she thought she had encountered a colleague from another world.
The sorcerer who owned the mansion had sparse black hair surrounding a shiny scalp, forming a standard Mediterranean style, with black-framed glasses perched on his nose. Even with the glasses, it was hard to conceal the bags under his eyes. Despite his warm smile, Ji Ma could still sense the weariness from sleepless nights, reminiscent of the lifeless faces of her colleagues in the tech department when they were rushing projects in the company back in the day.
If it weren’t for his prominent nose, resembling a Latin man from Earth, Ji Ma would have surely exchanged secret signals with him.
“Welcome, welcome!”
He personally pulled out a rattan chair, inviting George to sit down.
Ji Ma stood beside George, wanting to indicate that their relationship was not as ordinary as it might seem to avoid being mistaken for an ordinary servant. Ji Ma clasped her hands and placed them on the back of the chair where George was seated.
George faced the Mediterranean sorcerer, whose head seemed to radiate intelligence. This somewhat unsettled George; he had heard that sorcerers were exceptionally clever and possessed powerful divination skills, capable of glimpsing the truth from faint clues. He was not good at deception at all.
At that moment, he felt a slight push from behind him, as Ji Ma leaned against the chair, easing his tension somewhat.
Ji Ma was skilled in lying and emotionally intelligent, so with her cooperation, things would certainly be easier.
Young maids dressed in cool versions of maid outfits brought in red tea.
No one spoke; the Mediterranean sorcerer just chuckled awkwardly.
George remembered that he needed to finish his one hundred forty words today. He relaxed and glanced around the room.
Two young and beautiful maids stood behind the Mediterranean sorcerer. George noticed that they varied in attire and age; on the left was a little girl in white stockings, shorter than Ji Ma, seemingly under ten years old, yet bearing a maturity that didn’t seem to belong to her age.
On the right was a mature woman who towered over him, even taller than the Mediterranean sorcerer. She was tall and curvaceous; at first glance, George even doubted if she was hiding a weapon inside. Her long legs were clad in intricately patterned black stockings, and her maid outfit was particularly revealing, exposing a large expanse of white skin at her chest.
The only similarity between them was that they both wore leather collars around their necks, each adorned with a silver tag.
George carefully observed their arm muscles and waist, confirming that they were not martial artists and carried no weapons.
The reception room led to a balcony behind a glass door. A brown-skinned maid stood quietly in front of the balcony, hands resting on the balcony railing. Her dress was peculiar, longer in the front and shorter in the back, almost revealing half her buttocks.
George suspected it was to save on fabric.
Since George had sat down, nearly a minute passed in silence. The warm smile on the Mediterranean sorcerer’s face gradually faded. However, George did not notice the atmosphere becoming somewhat awkward.
“Good morning, esteemed Sorcerer,” Ji Ma’s crisp voice rang out from behind, “My master is cursed and can only say 140 words per day. Unfortunately, he encountered an incident this morning, and in defense, he had to use up his quota of words.”
“Ah! I’ve heard of you. I was told that a despicable assassin was exposed the day before yesterday, and you fought alongside the great benefactor, inflicting heavy damage on the assassin.” The Mediterranean sorcerer feigned enlightenment. “I heard about your heroic deeds at a small gathering yesterday, and everyone praised you, speculating about which knight from Barto possesses the strength and courage not inferior to a dragon-slaying warrior.”
The sorcerer’s flattery sounded particularly harsh in George’s ears. Harshness suggested lies, and the more harshly he spoke, the more insincere it seemed.
From George’s experience, it was likely that the sorcerer looked down on those who fought using physical strength.
“You’re exaggerating,” Ji Ma said. “My master asked the great benefactor who understands the slave contract the best, and the great benefactor immediately blurted out your name.”
This clear statement also sounded harsh to George, though it felt significantly better than what the Mediterranean sorcerer had said.
The Mediterranean sorcerer beamed, proudly stating:
“Ha! Of course, I am well-versed in slave contracts; even the Demon King Ji Ma came to seek my advice.”
Still harsh.
“It seems we found the right person; that’s wonderful. My master truly needs an expert who understands slave contracts thoroughly.”
The Mediterranean sorcerer laughed:
“Ha ha! In this city, no one is more passionate than I am about slave contracts. Each slave contract is like a piece of art. Every slave is different, and I strive to use magical power to compel them to obey while preserving their original personalities, as well as meeting the clients’ needs. So every contract is a challenge, and I enjoy such challenges. There is nothing in this world more beautiful than a slave contract.”
George began to feel disgusted. There were indeed people who regarded the spell of enslaving others as art and a source of pride. But he had to leverage the sorcerer’s power.
“Please bring paper and a pen; my master cannot speak, but fortunately, he can still write in a universal language.”
The Mediterranean sorcerer snapped his fingers, and the loli maid behind him seemed to wake from a dream as he said:
“Hurry and bring paper and a pen.”
The loli maid immediately ran out.
The Mediterranean sorcerer smiled at George:
“Children love to run; I enjoy letting her do errands. Do you know why I snapped my fingers? Oh, I forgot you can’t speak. The maid behind me can’t hear or see now; only with my permission can they regain their hearing. I enjoy covering their eyes and sealing off their hearing; it’s particularly stimulating to play this way. I recommend this feature to you; it’s a wonderful experience.”
When he talked about “user experience,” he became enthusiastic, his scalp flushed, and flecks of white spit flew from his lips.
Being trapped in a dark and silent world, helplessly violated… all of this was merely to satisfy his lust.
George felt increasingly that the Mediterranean sorcerer before him was becoming more and more repugnant.
Unbeknownst to him, Ji Ma’s golden eyes behind him were gradually growing excited.
“Master, it’s here.”
A lively voice rang out as the golden-haired loli maid brought in a silver tray holding a stack of paper and a bottle of ink with a quill.
She stood by the table, playfully bowing, saying, “Master, next time, keep commanding me; give me fun toys.”
After saying that, she placed the silver tray on the table.
Her lively voice made George feel a bit better. This perhaps indicated that at least the Mediterranean sorcerer still possessed a sliver of humanity and did not torment children excessively; at least she seemed not numb.
The Mediterranean sorcerer chuckled:
“Children are naturally playful, but I can combine playfulness with service.”
“Service?”
George wrote a big question mark on the paper, hoping he was just overthinking it.
“That’s for bed activities; she loves my fingers and my rooster, along with some small toys, constantly stuffed until full. I tell her that to have fun, she must honestly do household chores, and she won’t sneak away to play anymore. How about that? My contract is impressive, right? If it were someone else, they could only end up with a numb and somber little girl. She can take revenge on you, but it would only be as a toy for a while.”
George squeezed the quill, exerting force to write, breaking the nib and piercing through the paper.
“This quality is terrible.” The Mediterranean sorcerer felt embarrassed and turned his head to snap his fingers, saying: “Who bought this lousy pen, write it down for me; they will be punished later, hurry and get me another one.”
“Yes, master.”
The golden-haired loli maid nodded. The mature maid, however, had a somewhat poor expression, her gaze evasive.
Before long, a new quill was brought over.
George managed to keep his anger in check. Now, losing control would only let the Mediterranean sorcerer punish those innocent and unfortunate maids. Moreover, his primary goal was to free Ji Ma; she should not be subjected to such degradation by a slave contract.
“Do you really understand slave contracts well?”
“Of course!” The Mediterranean sorcerer felt looked down upon and raised his voice. “Do you think I’m just like Da Si Zhuang, who loves to brag?”
Da Si Zhuang, it sounded like it should be Si Zhuang’s father.
“I’m not doubting you; it’s just that my request is very difficult, hard enough that I consider it unreasonable.”
“It’s nothing difficult for me, outsider.”
The Mediterranean sorcerer stood up abruptly, snapping his fingers with his left hand. This time, the two maids took out black blindfolds from their waists and bound them over their eyes.
The Mediterranean sorcerer walked toward the two maids, first approaching the one on the right, the mature woman. He reached out and grabbed the silver tag around her neck, gesturing to George: “Come here, let me introduce you to my proud work.”
As George approached, he realized that the silver tag resembled a dog tag. It bore the maid’s name and several lines below it: cow, submissive, tsundere…
George was puzzled.
The Mediterranean sorcerer smiled and said: “These are the attributes cultivated in each maid. For example, this tsundere.”
With that, he stroked the face of the mature maid, sliding his hand down to her chest. The moment his fingertip touched her collarbone, she shot out her hands, tightly gripping his wrist and transforming into a chaste woman, exclaiming: “You disgusting!”
Some people had not given up their longing for freedom.
As George was thinking about how to save the mature maid later…
The Mediterranean sorcerer turned his head and smiled at him, showing no anger, saying: “Were you scared? In fact, she couldn’t exert much force against me at all.”
To prove his point, the Mediterranean sorcerer raised his hand high, easily breaking free from her grip. The mature maid crossed her arms, wary.
“You must be very curious why I allow the maid bound by a slave contract to have the will to resist, right? It’s simple; pure obedience is too boring, almost like a moving doll. A maid who constantly resists offers the thrill of conquest.”
Saying this, he pulled out a black whip from the mature maid’s waist and struck her arm hard.
After letting out a suspicious cry, her arm bore several red marks from the lashes, and she slumped softly to the ground.
The Mediterranean sorcerer reached out to her, and astonishingly for George, the mature maid couldn’t help but lick the back of his hand, seemingly turned into a dog by those few lashes.
“This is the combination of a submissive and a tsundere; she likes the whip, and as long as it’s applied with force, she hopes to engage in such acts,” the Mediterranean sorcerer proudly declared. “Let me demonstrate the cow for you.”
George felt a wave of nausea and quickly reached out to stop him, shaking his head vigorously.
