This is from Saintess Seira’s perspective.
Suppressing my shame and the tears about to overflow, I unbuttoned my shirt one by one with trembling fingers.
As my upper garment was opened and my chest and underwear were revealed, the gazes of the three men met mine.
What an embarrassment this is.
Still, I continued to unbutton my shirt like a sheep herded by a sheepdog.
After taking off my shirt, I pulled out the belt that secured my flared skirt and unhooked it.
Looking at my shirt that had fallen onto the platform, I felt like I was about to sob with regret.
Clenching my teeth, I pulled down my flared skirt.
My upper body was already in a state of indecent underwear. As a lady, I should have fainted from such immodest attire in front of gentlemen, but I would not be excused in this situation.
My face flushed red, and my consciousness grew hazy.
And then… my flared skirt slid off onto the platform as well, leaving me exposed in my indecent underwear.
My mother had always strictly told me that I must never show myself to anyone other than my future husband, but…
What will become of me now?!
After that, I took off my pink leather shoes and white socks, leaving me half-naked.
As a young lady, I had been pampered by maids and thought I was used to women’s gazes, but the heat of the gentlemen’s stares was…
I felt like crouching down and screaming right here, but naturally, no one would come to my aid.
The prince on a white horse only came to save people in fairy tales.
I shuddered at the harshness of reality.
“F-father…”
I called out to my father in a last-ditch effort for help.
Yet, my father, though looking perplexed, did not stop me.
I was wearing only cotton drawers and a maturely designed silk camisole.
With no one to turn to, I wanted to cry.
Although I wasn’t cold, my body trembled, and my teeth chattered.
The mature camisole was expensive lingerie, but the thin fabric attached to the narrow shoulder straps was sheer, revealing my budding breasts.
The cotton drawers were adorned with abundant lace fabric, hiding my crotch, but just being seen was embarrassing.
Along with my chest, the line of my lower body visible through the camisole seemed to draw the gaze of the gentlemen.
I didn’t want to take off any more.
But such a selfish wish would not be permitted.
Resigned, I raised both arms and crossed them, gripping the camisole’s shoulder straps.
Just then, my father was looking at my exposed armpits.
I still had no underarm hair, but I felt a lewd gaze.
Come to think of it, Mother was very diligent about underarm hair care.
She always shaved them cleanly.
She must have been conscious of Father’s gaze.
My flushed face grew hotter, and I felt like I was losing consciousness.
In this precarious state, I widened the shoulder straps to the sides and pulled the camisole down off my shoulders.
As my bare skin was exposed, the feeling that my life was ending grew stronger!
This must be what they call falling into slavery.
I thought such things, but time doesn’t stop.
Taking this off would expose almost all of my bare skin.
With tears welling up in my eyes, the undressing continued relentlessly.
My body, fitting for my 12 years of age, revealed a slender neck, fragile collarbones, and chest swells that could hardly be called breasts.
Currently, my crossed arms were in the way, but they would soon be seen.
My budding breasts had only a slight bulge around the nipples.
I thought the size of my areolas was probably the same as a boy of the same age.
But being stared at by the opposite sex was incredibly embarrassing.
And then, the camisole flowed onto the platform.
All that covered my body now were the cotton drawers.
The tears I had held back streamed from my eyes.
Then, I hooked my fingertips onto the waistband of the drawers and pulled them down.
The bulge of my lower abdomen was exposed, and my crotch was soon revealed.
And then the slit of my vagina—
I wish I could just die.
And then, I became completely naked.
My exposed crotch was smooth, with no pubic hair.
My vagina was just a single slit.
But the gazes of my father and the boy were painful.
Stared at so intently, I felt like I wanted to run and hide in any hole I could find.
Please don’t stare so much.
My young vagina is not a spectacle…
But if I fall into slavery, will I have to show it to customers?
I cannot bear this.
“Thank you, young lady.”
At that moment, the woman in charge of the purchase thanked me, but I felt no joy.
I just wanted it to be over quickly.
That was all I could think.
“Mr. Bill, we will continue with Seira’s appraisal.”
“Understood. Proceed as you see fit.”
“Then, we will appraise all categories and add as much to the purchase price as possible.”
“I’m counting on you.”
As I thought about that, I heard the words “continue the appraisal”! Did becoming naked not suffice?
Even now, I was being priced with looks that seemed to devour me…
Suddenly,
At that moment, the boy’s body, which had been bright red, tilted and collapsed.
It seemed my naked body was too stimulating for him.
But to lose consciousness from seeing my naked body was extremely rude and completely cowardly.
Therefore, I decided to call the boy “Ball-less Hal Raymond” from that day on.
Embarrassed and not wanting to be seen, I covered my chest and crotch with my arms, but the woman in charge of the purchase warned me and instructed me to assume the slave’s waiting posture.
This was an indecent posture, with my legs spread shoulder-width apart, my arms behind my back, and my chest arched.
Incidentally, the collapsed cowardly boy was laid on the sofa.
And he was moaning, his face bright red.
What a rude boy.
“She’s still young, but she’s high quality. We will proceed with the palpation assessment. First, the ‘virginity test.’ I don’t believe such a young girl has had sex, but it’s a rule, so please bear with us.”
Then, the woman in charge stood up and approached me.
Against her, I, completely naked, had no escape.
At that time, I didn’t understand the meaning of “virginity test,” but I had a terribly bad feeling about it.
Cold sweat dripped down my face and fell onto the platform.
“N-no. Don’t come…”
My eyes welled up with tears, but the woman in charge, with coldness, crouched down and touched my vagina.
Even though no one had ever touched me before…
This barbarity was simply unpleasant.
And then, I understood that the woman in charge was applying force to her fingertips.
I-if you do that—
*Pop*
My mother had strictly forbidden me to let anyone touch me except the man I would marry, but my labia majora were easily pushed apart.
Her unceremonious fingers touched my precious parts and were then pushed apart to the sides.
I had never experienced such cruel treatment before.
“N-noooooooo—!”
I couldn’t help but scream.
But, as if she didn’t care about my screams at all, she further widened my vagina opening.
It was a very unpleasant and painful act.
Her unceremonious fingers were inside me!
With intense pain, I understood something.
My humble dream of becoming a bride had vanished with this act.
More importantly, my widened genitals ached.
“It hurts! It hurts! Don’t spread it—!”
I cried and screamed, but the boy showed no signs of waking up, and I couldn’t believe my father was looking at me with lustful eyes.
“She is definitely a virgin. Finally, we will stimulate her erogenous zones to confirm her moans. Even if her appearance is good, if she has a croaky voice like a toad, it’s a mood killer, and low sensitivity is grounds for a price reduction…”
“Stop it! Don’t do anything terrible!!”
“You’re going to become a slave, so be patient. Being appraised at a high price is… your final act of filial piety.”
Then, she unceremoniously touched my slightly budding breasts.
With her fingertips, she stroked the pink areola of my right breast.
She stimulated my breast in a circular motion, sometimes crushing my nipple, pinching it between her fingers, or pulling it.
“N-no! Don’t touch! No… no… Ah… no—!”
While my breasts were caressed by the woman in charge, my nipples became erect, and I felt something other than pain — a throbbing.
My breasts ached, in a way; this lustful stimulation was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
I didn’t want to go through this.
At some point, I resisted with my hands behind my back, but the difference in strength was unmanageable, and I was toyed with at her will.
“Given your age, it can’t be helped… your squeals lack sensuality. Perhaps we need to make you truly moan.”
Fearing that the breast caresses were over, I felt a moment of relief, but then the woman in charge said something ominous.
Then, she took out a brush that had been in her breast pocket.
And she crouched down again, looking at my crotch.
I had the worst possible premonition.
“Please… I beg you. Forgive me…”
“I’m sorry. But if we don’t confirm the quality, we won’t reach the purchase price your father requested. Moan heartily and reach your climax.”
*Swish, swish, swish, swish*
“N-no! I can’t—!”
The woman in charge was stroking my labia majora with the tip of the brush.
I had never had anything like this done to me before.
And it made me feel very strange.
“…No… No… Noooo♡… It’s not okayyyyyyyy—”
The brush repeatedly stroked the plump part of my labia majora and the slit.
Then she began to stubbornly stroke the upper part of the slit.
There was only a mass of flesh there…
“Can you feel it? This is the clitoral hood, where the most sensitive part of a woman’s body, the clitoris, is hidden. This appraisal room is soundproof, so feel free to moan as much as you want.”
*Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish*
“N-nooooo—… Ah… Hon♡… No, I’m making strange noises…”
*Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish*
“…Aaaahn… Aaan… Ahahn… Noooooooo—”
As she stroked the part called the clitoral hood, I began to feel things and make strange noises.
The woman in charge’s technique was certainly effective; she was stroking my sensitive spots precisely.
I felt like I was going crazy.
Incredibly sensual sounds were leaking from my mouth.
Am I feeling pleasure?
“Your cute little bean (clitoris) has peeked out. But perhaps it’s too young. You haven’t started secreting any love juice yet. Well then, let’s stimulate the surrounding area again.”
And as my glans clitoris was made erect and began to respond, she started stroking another area.
It was like “a snake playing with its prey.”
I just want this to be over quickly.
The tip of the brush stroked the perineum between my labia and anus, then the gluteal cleft, then my navel, and then my erect nipples with her fingertips.
My legs lost strength, and I leaned forward, grabbing the woman’s shoulder.
*Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish*
“Aaaahn, aaaahn, aan, aan, aananana…”
“Seira, you have such a beautiful voice. Your moans are quite stimulating to men.”
“Aaaahn, aaaahn, nooooo—”
*Pshh, shaaar*
And then, against my will, I climaxed, experiencing my first orgasm and losing control of my bladder.
Finally, collapsing, I sat in my urine-soaked clothes, feeling pathetic.
“Mr. Bill, the purchase appraisal is now complete.”
“So, what’s the result!?”
“We will purchase her for the requested three platinum coins (equivalent to 3 million yen). Please take this appraisal form to the reception to cash it in.”
“Seira… this is an urgent situation for our family. I am truly sorry, but live well.”
“…”
And then Father left the appraisal room.
Recovering from the relaxation caused by my orgasm, I was wiped down with a towel and dressed in slave garments before being taken away.
I no longer had the strength to respond to Father’s last words.
I just felt miserable.
And to add insult to injury, the slave garment was extremely indecent.
To elaborate, the slave garment was made of thin fabric and was very provocative.
My nipples were visible through the fabric of the chest, and the hem was short, exposing my genitals if I assumed an improper posture.
I felt like I had been cast into hell.
However, my father’s colleague, Mr. Ashimoa Tatanto, took pity on me and purchased me for five platinum coins (equivalent to 5 million yen), and then set me free from slavery.
The selling price was exceptionally high for a mere town girl, a Level 2 slave.
But that offered no consolation.
This was how my encounter with “Ball-less Hal Raymond” came about.
That pathetic boy, the one who would be my destined partner.
If he remains a wimp, I’ll make him “ball-less” with my own hands.
With a resolute decision in her heart, Seira fell asleep.
Is Hal’s precious testicles, where his Elixir is produced, in danger?!
Regardless, the reunion between Hal, Seira, and Mariabel is near.
And Lucialurei, in the heavens, smiles wryly at Seira’s resolve.
The next day, Seira, gallantly riding her white horse, set off again with Mariabel, who rode a chestnut horse, as her sole escort.
Her destination was the ruined city of Ashurai in the former Wahl Imperial Kingdom territory.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 54-7, “The Wise Snake Sneaks In Through the Back Door ①,” has been scheduled for posting on March 13th at midnight.
