My apologies, but children are not allowed to enter…
Our party, “Princess Harem,” now including Alicia, had stopped in a town called Suzomon in the Former Yver Duchy Territory.
A regular market was being held in Suzomon, and we were currently exploring it in small groups.
I had accompanied Shera, who had been left out, and was about to enter the “Blue Sky Slave Market” when we were stopped, told that Shera, being a child, was not allowed in.
“Huh?! This!”
“W-What is this?! An Adventurer’s Certificate… My apologies. Please, go right ahead.”
However, just as at the town’s checkpoint, Shera showed her Adventurer’s Certificate, and we were somehow allowed to enter.
It seemed Shera was recognized as a competent individual because she possessed an Adventurer’s Certificate.
It would have been fine if the slave trader had used her Beastkin racial skill, “Beastification,” to transform into the appearance of Shera-nee-san or Older Sister Shera, but she wasn’t in the mood, and with people watching, she couldn’t “Beastify.”
I handed over one silver coin (equivalent to 10,000 yen) and received six copper plates (equivalent to 6,000 yen) as change.
By the way, copper plates didn’t refer to actual metal plates, but rather coins of a square shape.
Also, there was a significant difference in value between one copper coin (equivalent to 10 yen) and one copper plate (equivalent to 1,000 yen), so distinguishing their names was important.
The venue, as the name “Blue Sky Slave Market” suggested, was crowded, with people standing.
Customers of both genders were present, and they had likely stopped by as a leisurely side trip from the regular market.
It seemed that those who intended to bid on the slaves to be auctioned off were gathered in front of a specially constructed stage.
“Thank you for waiting. We will now commence the ‘Blue Sky Slave Market.’ We kindly ask our customers to loosen their purse strings.”
As I observed the surroundings, a man dressed like an official ascended the stage and made the opening declaration.
I wondered if he was the host, but then he descended the stage as if his duty was done, so perhaps he really was an official.
Taking his place, a man appeared on stage with a girl dressed in the familiar slave garment.
It seemed that at this “Blue Sky Slave Market,” the slave trader themselves would present the slaves they were selling.
“Today, I’ve brought my pride and joy, a slave. This slave’s name is Ninon, she’s 16 years old, and of course, a virgin— She’s quite a beauty, so I’m looking for at least 10 gold coins (equivalent to 1 million yen)!”
The man who brought Ninon, a Level 2 slave, appeared to be a traveling slave trader.
The man’s appearance… well, that’s irrelevant for now.
The audience’s attention was fixed on Ninon.
Ninon, a Level 2 slave, had shoulder-length brown hair.
The fullness of her breasts was clearly visible, suggesting good development.
Her eyes were also brown and plain, but she was said to have been raised in a wealthy family.
However, her home was destroyed in a bandit attack, her parents were murdered, leaving her an orphan, and she eventually fell into slavery.
Nonetheless, she wasn’t as thin as one might expect, so perhaps she was captured by the unscrupulous slave trader while wandering the ruins of her former home.
“Ninon, show your everything to our esteemed customers! If you resist—you know what will happen, right!?”
“…Yes… Master.”
Ninon was currently wearing only the slave garment prescribed by the “Slave Merchant Guild” as a Level 2 slave.
Her soft legs were exposed up to more than half of her thighs.
Her feet were bare, which looked painful, but I couldn’t help her as it was the rule.
Of course, it was likely that she had been wearing shoes until she entered the venue to prevent injuries while walking, which would decrease her market value.
“She’s quite a cute slave, isn’t she? I must win her bid— *Hii hii, aheahe*— I’ll make her say it!”
“If it were me, I could bring her to ecstasy without breaking her hymen…”
“This ‘Blue Sky Slave Market’ has a high caliber today.”
The audience members, determined to win Ninon’s bid, were hyping her up.
“Oh! She’s starting to undress!”
However, the moment Ninon grasped the hem of her slave garment, the surroundings fell silent, holding their breath.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Ninon’s cheeks were flushed red from the intense stares like concentrated artillery fire, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Still, she seemed unable to defy the words of her master, the slave trader.
It appeared that Ninon was registered to the slave trader as a temporary master through “Slave Contract Magic,” making her unable to resist.
Ninon slightly bent forward and began to take off her slave garment.
Her crotch area was covered in brown pubic hair, and the subsequent slit was clearly visible.
While I was observing her crotch area, her chest was also revealed, and her well-developed breasts swayed—*poyo, poyo*.
In the meantime, having removed her slave garment, Ninon arched her back, spread her legs slightly, and placed her hands on her hips, adopting the infamous “Quality Check pose.”
Shera seemed to be hiding her face with her hands, likely due to the stimulating display, but in reality, her eyes, peeking through the mask modeled after a Valkyrie, seemed intently focused on Ninon.
On the other hand, Ninon, perhaps out of shame, blushed crimson and her gaze darted around; she seemed to have no place to put herself under the all-encompassing attention.
“Now, let’s start bidding! The starting bid is 10 gold coins.”
The slave trader announced the start of the auction.
“Hey, slave trader! You said that slave is a virgin, show us proof!!”
““Hear, hear!””
In response to the slave trader’s words, the audience demanded proof of virginity, and the surrounding customers chimed in.
“That’s a treat for the winning bidder. The winner will get to confirm it before the contract is finalized. First, let’s bid!”
After some back and forth between the bidders and the slave trader, they finally managed to get the auction started.
“11 gold coins.”
“I’ll give you 11 gold coins and 5 silver coins.”
“I’ll offer 13 gold coins!”
“I, I’ll offer 15 gold coins!!”
“I’ll give you 17 gold coins and 5 silver coins!”
“Is there anyone else? The winning bidder is you!”
With the slave trader’s renewed shout announcing the start of the bidding, the auction began, and the winning bid price increased.
In the end, it was bought by a lascivious-looking middle-aged gentleman for 17 gold coins and 5 silver coins (equivalent to 1.75 million yen).
For the winning bid of an ordinary girl, that’s a pretty decent price.
The now-sold Ninon quickly put on her slave garment and was led away to the wings of the stage by the slave trader and the winning bidder, the middle-aged gentleman.
I don’t think I’ll ever see Ninon again, but if I do, by then, she will likely have been fully developed as a sex slave.
After a short wait, a slave trader with a new slave appeared on the special stage.
This slave was also a woman, but older than the previous Ninon.
“The Level 2 slave I’ve brought today is a real prize. Her name is Beatrice, she’s 23 years old. She was the young wife of a wealthy merchant, but her husband failed in business and sold her to me. Of course, she’s not a virgin, but she has an excellent **vagina**, and she’s perfect as a companion for intimacy. The starting bid is 5 gold coins or more—”
This slave trader also began his spiel for the slave he was auctioning.
This seemed to be the way things were done at this “Blue Sky Slave Market.”
Beatrice was a woman with blond hair that reached mid-back.
With her calm demeanor and features, she was a beautiful woman with substantial breasts.
She wasn’t wearing a slave garment, but rather proper attire, making her appearance as a merchant’s wife understandable.
However, the starting bid of 5 gold coins, half of Ninon’s price, was likely due to her not being a virgin and her age.
Though, it was said she hadn’t had children, so her body didn’t show it.
“Beatrice, undress seductively.”
“—Yes…, Master.”
At the slave trader’s words, Beatrice glared for a moment—*kki*—but then seemed to resign herself, let out a seductive sigh, and began to caress her chest through her slave garment.
The thin fabric of the slave garment then alluringly changed shape, reflecting the form of her breasts.
And perhaps due to the caress, she became aroused, and the tips of her nipples began to show.
Beatrice’s eyes were glistening, creating an enchanting aura, whether due to shame or sexual excitement was unclear.
With all this set up, she sat down on the specially constructed stage, assumed a kneeling position, and slowly spread her legs.
This was the so-called M-split.
The hem of her slave garment was short, only reaching mid-thigh, so by taking this pose, Beatrice’s private parts were clearly visible to the audience in front of her.
Although I and Shera couldn’t confirm it from our position, the sight of the bidding customers excitedly peeking at Beatrice’s private parts was comical.
Then, Beatrice gripped the hem of her slave garment and slowly began to take it off.
Beatrice’s thighs, those of a mature adult, were plump and lust-inducing.
Her private parts were covered in blond pubic hair, but it seemed to have been **cared for**, as it was only growing on the upper part of her **labia**.
From Beatrice’s **labia**, her **inner labia** dangled—*bero, bero*—and her **vagina opening** was slightly visible within them.
Of course, her **clitoris**, whose **clitoral hood** had been peeled back through intercourse with her former husband, was also visible.
Furthermore, due to the previous caress of her breasts, **love juice** had accumulated in the gap of her **labia**, and some of it was dripping onto her thighs.
It was, so to speak, a **private place** that was a perfect example of mature allure.
While I was focusing on her **crotch area**, she continued to undress, and her abundant **breasts**—*poron, poron*—emerged.
As expected, due to her age, they were slightly sagging, but her fair-skinned, firm **breasts** appeared, and in an instant, she was **naked**.
Once **naked**, Beatrice stood up with a dignified attitude and assumed the “Quality Check pose.”
“How about it? Isn’t she sexy? The starting bid is 5 gold coins, a great deal. Drive up the price!”
“Hey, slave trader, you said she had an excellent **vagina** earlier, let us confirm!”
“I agree. Let me insert my finger into her **vagina opening**!!”
“That’s a treat for the one who wins the bid. Let’s start the auction first!”
“Alright, alright… I’ll offer 7 gold coins.”
“I’ll give you 8 gold coins.”
“8 gold coins and 6 silver coins.”
“10 gold coins!!”
“Is there anyone else? Sold to you for 10 gold coins!”
This time, a slightly overweight old man bought Beatrice for 10 gold coins.
Once the bidding was over, Beatrice quickly put her slave garment back on.
It seemed her seductive demeanor, full of mature allure, was a directive from the slave trader.
Still, the chubby old man who had won the bid disappeared with the slave trader into the wings of the stage, chatting amicably.
After that, a scrawny boy and girl were auctioned, but both sold for less than one gold coin.
It seemed that Ninon and Beatrice, auctioned at the beginning, were prize catches intended to attract customers.
After that, country housewives and adventurers who had gone bankrupt were put up for sale and sold as labor slaves.
Even so, Shera, who had accompanied me, seemed to be enjoying the “Blue Sky Slave Market” as a spectacle.
While it was a big deal for those being auctioned, it was merely entertainment for the onlookers.
I had no intention of bidding at this “Blue Sky Slave Market,” so I was a relaxed observer.
However, as an acquaintance of the major slave trading company, the Raymond Trading Company, it was perhaps my karma to naturally consider whether the winning bid prices were appropriate.
The slave traders exhibiting this time seemed to be mostly small-time itinerant vendors.
There might have been some unregistered vendors mixed in who hadn’t joined the “Slave Merchant Guild,” but given it was a rural area, they were probably overlooked.
“It seems I’m the last exhibitor.”
Then, what appeared to be the final slave trader ascended the specially constructed stage. The slave trader and the slaves they were accompanied by were all wearing hooded robes, with their hoods pulled deep, making their appearances completely unidentifiable—a surprising production.
The bidders were also perplexed, and a murmur spread through the crowd.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 33-3: Suzomon’s Blue Sky Slave Market ③
is scheduled for release on May 31st at 0:00.
