Revised on H27.12.29. Additional edits have been made. Revised again on H28.3.27. Revised once more on H28.4.17.
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“Now, let’s welcome entry number four, our next slave.”
Following the announcer’s introduction, a delicate lady with golden curls, dressed in black, emerged from the sleeve of her gown. The black attire seemed to be mourning clothes. Her rich, golden curls were stunning, though they looked like they might get tangled with the surroundings if she walked carelessly.
“This slave is Lyushenne Silveria Wahl, the fourth Imperial Princess of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, which our Espana Imperial Kingdom annexed half a month ago.”
Once again, a slave of an extraordinary background, a former imperial family member of a fallen nation, was presented.
“She is fourteen years old, known as a beauty who could topple nations, and even now, she has many admirers with unceasing pleas for her life to be spared. She is also renowned as a master of the rapier…” the product description continued.
“Father, is Lyushenne officially supposed to be imprisoned?”
“That seems to be the case… No, actually, I recall it was announced that the entire Wahl imperial family was executed a few days ago…” Father seemed to be trying to recall memories from just days prior.
As for me, I preferred to stay out of politics, so I hadn’t gathered any information in this area and had no memory of it. After all, the Espana Imperial Kingdom, as the leader of the Human Alliance against the Demonkin, was an aggressive hegemon aiming for the “establishment of a unified human nation,” and executing the royal families of conquered countries was routine.
“Now, let’s have her demonstrate her special skill.”
At the announcer’s cue, a woman carrying a large package appeared from the stage’s wing and handed it to Lyushenne. The package seemed related to her special skill. Lyushenne received the large package and placed it quietly on the auction stage. As she bent down to open it, her luxurious golden curls covered her face and completely obscured her hands.
Soon, the sound of the package lid opening echoed through the venue—click, click—as if she was taking something out. Lyushenne, still crouched, was doing something—rustling, rustling—but her hair blocked any clear view. When she stood up, she was holding a musical instrument. It seemed she had been adjusting it.
The instrument was a stringed plucked instrument, likely a lute. Its surface was smoothly finished with varnish, adorned with intricate inlays of flowers, birds, wind, and moon patterns—a masterpiece clearly of high value. It was probably crafted by a famous artisan.
Lyushenne began to play the lute with graceful movements. The piece was a solemn requiem, as if mourning someone who had passed. The requiem flowed quietly, enveloping the auction venue, and ended gently. A trail of tears, unnoticed when they had fallen, marked Lyushenne’s cheeks.
“Now, without further ado, let’s take a closer look at the quality you’ve all been waiting for.”
At the announcer’s words, Lyushenne gently placed the lute on the stage floor and slowly scanned the audience. Following procedure, the ceiling lights dimmed, and spotlights illuminated Lyushenne on the auction stage. The lighting was skillfully managed by the mage in charge.
Meanwhile, the band in the wings timed their music to match Lyushenne’s movements. Lyushenne began to undress, starting with the button on the right sleeve of her mourning clothes, moving with deliberate grace. The band played a slow-paced melody to accompany her.
As she undressed, the deep cleavage revealed by her mourning clothes was far from what one would expect from a fourteen-year-old—sensual and alluring. When the mourning clothes fell to the stage, a corset was revealed beneath, pushing her breasts upward from below.
For a moment, it seemed unclear if she could undo the corset alone, but the ties had been specially prepared, allowing it to come off easily. As the corset fell, her breasts, lacking their lower support, swayed noticeably despite still being covered by her undergarments.
Her silk chemise, black and glossy, featured intricate embroidery at the hem and neckline. Looking down, her legs were clad in black stockings and knee-high black boots. Lyushenne sat on the stage floor and began to remove her right boot.
The spotlight attempted to focus on her secret area, but Lyushenne skillfully guarded it with her legs. Meanwhile, she removed her left boot, tossing it behind her. Next, she slid her hands under the hem of her black chemise and began to remove her stockings.
For a moment, the spotlight caught her crotch, but Lyushenne stood up. The black stockings were pulled down to just below the hem of her chemise, revealing a glimpse of her bare legs. She held the stockings with both hands, lowering her hips to remove them.
Her slender legs—thighs, knees, calves, and ankles—were now exposed, and she tossed the stockings behind her. Lyushenne then grasped her chemise at the waist and slowly lifted it. As the hem rose, the upper half of her thighs became visible, and just as a part of her black panties came into view, she let go, allowing the chemise to fall back into place.
A mix of admiration and sighs echoed from the audience, as if they had been teased by Lyushenne. Next, she slowly lowered the straps of her chemise, allowing it to slip to the floor, though her breasts remained hidden by her luxurious curls.
Now, only her black panties remained. These too were embroidered, but their thin fabric made them provocatively revealing. Suddenly, Lyushenne glared at the audience, swiftly removed the panties, and tossed them behind her. The abruptness of her action contrasted with her earlier slow movements. She seemed to glare at one of the box seats before quickly returning to her calm demeanor. Perhaps she had spotted a family enemy.
“Now, allow us to serve you, so you may see her up close.”
At the announcer’s words, Lyushenne descended from the stage with an indifferent expression and began serving drinks in the audience.
“Prepare to face my father’s enemy!”
However, in one of the box seats, Lyushenne suddenly shouted at one of the bidders, brandishing a palm-sized knife she had somehow procured, and lunged at him. The slave auction venue was thrown into chaos, but Lyushenne was quickly subdued by a security guard.
