Ayase Miharu was just an ordinary high school girl.
No—perhaps calling her ordinary would be a mistake.
She possessed lustrous, long black hair and a face of striking beauty. With a perfectly proportioned feminine figure and a gentle, domestic personality, she was a talented cook and a picture of refined grace. She was, in every sense, a perfect beauty.
While clinging to the dream of reuniting with her beloved childhood friend—a boy she had been separated from since they were small—she lived a quiet, unassuming life alongside younger friends who were like siblings to her.
But one day, everything changed in a flash of light.
"I wonder if Aki-chan and Masato-kun are okay…"
Miharu's hands were bound as she sat in a horse-drawn carriage bound for an unknown destination. Her heart ached with worry for the two friends held in a separate carriage.
They had been living their everyday lives in the city where they were born and raised when a mysterious light suddenly enveloped them. When they regained consciousness, they found themselves standing in an unfamiliar grassland with Aki and Masato.
As they wandered in search of help, they were intercepted by strange men on horseback, armed with swords and spears. They were taken captive immediately.
Looking at these men—who were clearly not Japanese and spoke a tongue she had never heard—Miharu realized with a sinking heart that this was a different world entirely.
"What's going to happen to me now…?"
Even though they couldn't understand each other's language, it was painfully clear that their captors were not kind men.
The carriage they were trapped in was little more than a cage, and she could see other people inside, bound in heavy chains. These men were likely slave traders, and they had been caught to be sold as chattel.
"It's terrifying… but this is the only way…"
While Miharu worried for her friends, she couldn't escape the mounting dread regarding her own safety. She wondered why she was the only one placed in a separate carriage from the others.
She found her answer when she saw the lecherous gazes of the well-dressed men who brought her there, and noticed the other beautiful young girls sharing her carriage.
There were two primary reasons slaves were bought and sold: manual labor or sexual purposes. Miharu, it seemed, had been bought for the latter.
She shuddered as the reality of her fate settled in. She had always struggled with men around her age or older. And now…
"No… I'm scared… Help me, Haru-kun…"
Miharu cried out for her beloved childhood friend, the boy with whom she had spent her earliest years and to whom she had even promised her hand in marriage.
If this were a pleasant fairy tale, he might have made a heroic entrance, saved Miharu, and shared a miraculous reunion. But in this tragic tale, no one was there to hear her plea.
Eventually, they arrived at a grand structure reminiscent of medieval Europe. Miharu and the other girls were unloaded and herded into a large room.
The slave trader bound Miharu's arms and hoisted them up, leaving her suspended in the air. With a lewd smirk, he reached out and violently tore the clothes from her body.
With the harsh sound of ripping fabric, her skin was exposed. All her garments—the modest attire of a virtuous maiden—were stripped away without mercy, leaving her entirely naked.
"N-no…!"
Miharu wept with shame and terror. It was sickeningly obvious that the trader was meticulously inspecting every inch of her naked form to determine her market value.
"Hmm… exquisite."
The trader murmured in admiration. He forced Miharu's legs apart and intruded upon her most private areas with his fingers.
"Ah!? Stop! Please!!"
Miharu screamed in shock and humiliation, but the trader didn't show the slightest hint of concern.
"Hmm… pure and untouched. A true virgin."
The trader confirmed with cold certainty that Miharu was "holy," untouched by anyone. The thought that she was about to be defiled drove her deeper into despair.
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A few nights later, Miharu was forced to stand on a stage, dressed in an impossibly thin, translucent white gown.
Masked men filled the room, their cheers and whistles echoing as they praised her beauty. This was a slave auction, and Miharu was being offered as the "centerpiece" of the evening. Other girls were lined up around her, all of them trembling with fear.
"And now, our most beautiful and virtuous young lady of the day! Certified virgin! A bargain price! Bidding starts at 500,000!"
As the auctioneer's voice boomed, placards were raised one after another.
"600,000!"
The price climbed rapidly. Amidst shouts of "800,000!", a man stood up and raised his sign high.
"Ten million."
The room fell into a sudden, stunned silence. A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd. The host, looking staggered, checked the details; he had never expected a "lot" to go for such an astronomical sum.
"Sold! To the gentleman in the front!"
As the host announced the winner, a round of applause broke out. The buyer slowly walked onto the stage and touched the collar around Miharu's neck, causing it to glow with a faint light.
"Heh heh heh… you're mine now. You should feel honored, shouldn't you?"
"…!? …What?"
Miharu gasped as Japanese words suddenly echoed in her mind. It was a shock, as she hadn't been able to communicate with anyone since her arrival. This was an effect of the slave collar—it allowed her to communicate with strangers, even those speaking different tongues, provided they were the registered owner.
However, the collar carried a darker purpose: if she attempted to disobey or rebel against her master's orders, it would inflict excruciating pain. It was the ultimate tool of dominance.
And just like that, Miharu became the property of a middle-aged, blonde, corpulent fat man noble.
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The fat man noble immediately brought Miharu back to his lavish estate and led her into his bedroom.
"Now then, what is your name?"
"…My name is Miharu."
Bound by the collar, Miharu had no choice but to answer honestly.
"Miharu, eh? Heh… a lovely name. Now Miharu, you are my slave. You will call me Master, understood?"
"Y-yes… Master…"
"That's a good girl. Now, let's start with a simple command… Take off your clothes."
"...Eh?"
Miharu froze at the blunt demand. She knew she had been bought as a sex slave, so it shouldn't have been a surprise, but her mind still reeled in confusion and fear.
"Didn't you hear me? I told you to listen carefully to what I say!"
As the fat noble barked his order, a powerful surge of electricity crackled through the collar.
"Ugh… ah… AHHHH!?"
Miharu clutched at her throat in agony, letting out a silent scream. This was the true power of the slave collar.
"…I… I understand… I'll… I'll do it… right away…"
Overcome by the searing pain, tears welled in her eyes as she shook with tremors. She reached up and undid the ties of her sheer gown. The thin fabric slid to the floor, leaving her completely exposed.
Her translucent, porcelain skin flushed crimson with shame. Her breasts were full and firm, pointing upward without a hint of sag, their pale pink tips swollen. Her waist was narrow and well-defined, flowing into the lithe curves of her hips and long, slender legs. Her buttocks were perfectly shaped, with a delicate, mysterious cleft between them.
"Wow… truly an incredible physique!"
The fat man noble couldn't help but sigh in awe. Eager to explore his new prize, he removed his gloves and reached out to touch her soft skin. He ran his hands over her body as if handling a piece of fine glass, savoring the elasticity of her flesh.
"Ohhh… the texture is magnificent! I never expected her to be this exquisite!"
"Ngh… ahh…!"
A dizzying, ticklish sensation spread through Miharu. The direct stimulation of sensitive areas that had never been touched before sent waves of unwanted pleasure through her body.
"P-Please stop…!"
"Heh heh, what are you talking about? We've only just begun. I'm going to give you plenty of 'affection' in this bed."
"Hah? Ah—!?"
The noble smirked, grabbed Miharu's wrists, and shoved her down onto the bed before pressing his lips against hers.
"Hmmmm—!?"
Miharu's eyes went wide as her mind blanked. The noble tried to force his tongue into her mouth, and though she tried to resist, it was futile. He held her down with crushing strength, and her mouth was defiled without mercy.
"Ugh…! Mmmph…!"
The room was filled with the sickening sounds of their struggle—the wet mash of slime and frantic breathing. It was repulsive and unforgivable to Miharu, yet the lack of oxygen and the intrusive sensation of their melding membranes gradually made her head swim.
"Mmm… slurp… ahh… haa… haa…"
As the long kiss finally ended, a heavy aura of sensuality hung between them, their lips connected by a silver thread of saliva.
"Ahhh… Delicious. Your mouth is like sugar candy."
"Hiks… This is horrible… This is so wrong…"
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