Chapter 218 – #62. Dog(1).

#62. Dog.

As long as Dahee Yu is sealed and unable to return, the rescue of Dahee Yu must be prioritized.
As long as I was caught alone, I had no choice.
The moment I die first, it may be impossible to return.
It might be an over exaggeration, I think.
It was an assumption that was possible enough for this situation.

He breaks the seal of Dahee Yu and wakes her up to return.
That is the goal of this round.

“Can you understand the subject now?”

[‘Mind Reading’ is activated.]

Looking at Orihime, I activated mind reading.
It was to read his thoughts and find out where Yu Da-hee was.

“Quaaaaagh!”
“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

However, it was impossible.
There was a gap between Orihime and me, and even my black magic couldn’t read it.

‘Was Elena only possible because of the oath of obedience… !’

I canceled the mind-reading with a sharp pain that felt like my head would split.
The rough breath did not come back.

“Big… !”
“Don’t give a damn. You just stand this cock head up, and you only have to cum when I want to cum.”

Orihime teased my cock.
She was sensitive because she had just ejaculated, but Orihime didn’t care, grabbing her cock and shaking it vigorously.
Calluses, traces of rough training, ran over her tender cock.

“Fucking bitch, take it easy!”
“Live? Speaking of stallions, I want too much.”
Poo-!

Orihime grabbed my head and hit her stomach hard.
A heavy shock echoed from within.

“Cheup… !”
“A dog that bites its owner must be killed. Then, what to do with a dog that packs itself without permission?”
“Town! Stop… !”

Orihime squeezed my glans tight.
A hand that doesn’t even feel the slightest consideration.

“Of course, I’ll have to give you an assessment education.”
“…”

To feel terrible pain, to become a eunuch.
I turned on light penis mode, turning my cock into a shiny cock.
The cock that had turned into light particles disappeared in an instant.

“… Aren’t you making a dick?”
“Sigh… !”

As soon as she hid her cock, Orihime threw her fists out.
She wielded ruthless violence.
He sat down on me and patted my whole body.

Poo-! Poo-!
“This bastard has a good cock!”
Poo-! Poo-!
“It’s as if anything happened, human subjects!”
Poo-! Poo-!
“You are weak. I can barely stand this much!”

Gwitch, greek, the sound of cooling down was heard last.

─ I told you not to hurt me. Don’t you think my words sound like words?
“… This guy is hiding his dick, what am I supposed to do?”
─ In that case, how about threatening to seal you up too?
“Not a bad idea.”
─ You take care of the small things with ad lib. Do you want to die
“… I’ll try to figure it out.”
─ Treat Jinwoo and let him rest. You just need to release it in a suitable place so that it can roam on its own. Fill the shackles well.

I came to my senses.
As soon as I came to my senses, I groped and touched my body.
It must have been a porridge, but it was in a more normal state than I thought.

‘I’ve been treated.’

Recalling what happened earlier, PTSD seems to be on the rise.
A ruthless blow that does not block even if it is blocked.
There was a huge difference between me and Orihime.

Maybe it was because he only dealt with kids who couldn’t move when he got stuck in his dick, so he was helpless against an ignorant bitch who only believed in strength.

‘Where is this place?’

[The ‘Room’ you are currently in is ‘830. 420.’]
[‘830. 420.’ Owner ─ Player Orihime Redoniz]
[Strength, Agility, Magic －Lv.35]

All abilities are playing at level 10.
Plus the shackles.

‘Isn’t it 90%?’

Current stats are single digits.
It has reached the level of the early days of the ‘Tower of Struggle’.
It was a weak body to the extent that I wondered how it moved with these abilities.

“Fuck…”

Woke up in bed
Overall, it was a shabby room.
A very small room, not even the size of a studio.
I think it’s about 4 points.

‘How can I live in a room like this?’

However, there are people who live there.
Orihime’s slaves were living in prison-like rooms and enduring their labor.
While receiving a coin the size of a coin that was handed out as a daily wage.

Bang bang-!
“Bastards, come out quickly! Break is over!”

A high-pitched voice echoed from downstairs.
A strong woman like that should be punished with her cock.
I wondered if I could fuck like that while getting stuck in a cock.

“Not coming out?!”

As I stood there dumbfounded, the guard(?) Came up to my room.
In front of the iron window, he glared at me with stern eyes.

A roaring voice.
It was the girl who was fucking downstairs.

‘Wasn’t he a troll?’

The cock he was standing on died.

“How are you going?”
“How to get out…”

The troll jailer spilled me.
Exactly, the gaze stayed on my neck.

A necklace hung around my neck.
Dog collar.

“You…”

The tone of the troll guard softened at the sight of the dog collar.
I couldn’t figure out what this dog collar meant.

‘Orihime, you son of a bitch.’

Beating someone like this for hiding your cock?
Just because you can regress doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain.
Unlike Yu Da-hee, I do not have the ‘Blessing of Nullification of Pain’.
When you get hit, you feel pain, when you get cut, you feel pain.

I almost fainted from being beaten by Orihime.
I actually passed out, and I was afraid that I would die even for a moment.

‘I can’t die.’

We must break the seal of Dahee Yu.
Until then, never, never die.

“If you put your hand on the barbed wire, it will open. However, it can only be opened when unlocked in the central control room. Otherwise, the cage will be electrified, and if you touch it without permission, you will be peed in public.”

The troll guard kindly explained.
I followed her words and put my hand on the barbed wire.

Cheekyung-!

Opened automatically.
It was a strange structure.

“… Follow the others Hurry up, what are you procrastinating about!”

The troll jailer pushed me through the crowd and went to punish the slow-moving ones.
Whiplashes and screams were heard in the distance at the same time.

“Fuck…”

Prisoner? Should I be called a prisoner?
Orihime’s slaves rumbled in one direction.
Perhaps they were going to the workhouse, but all of them seemed helpless.

Up, up, up and up.
It was so deep that I had no idea how many floors it was underground.
I can’t forgive Orihime for building a prison like this with stolen coins and overworking the players.
I’m going to have to mess with it as much as possible.

“Go where you want! Move fast! It means entering the time to think about it!”

There is a small parade ground outside the building.
Doors open to the north, south, east and west.
Each workhouse was designated.
Rice fields that produce food, mines that dig up minerals, factories that do handicrafts, and men’s training grounds to challenge Orihime.

Pushed by the crowds, in a situation where I had to choose one of the workhouses, the old man next to me spoke to me.

“Are you interested in the training ground?”
“… Nope.”
“Yeah, just don’t pay attention. Because there is no chance of winning against that bitch.”

It is said that you must challenge Orihime within a month, and you will die the moment you lose.
The cost of using the training ground was too great.

“… But who are you?”
“You don’t know me. It must have been a while since you came here.”
“I see you for the first time today.”
“Aha, my name is Rock Thunder. You made a name for yourself as a spirit slayer.”

I don’t remember.
My brain isn’t good enough to memorize an old man’s character.
In the first place, most of the male characters in novels have outstanding strengths.
Whether the cock is big or thick, the technique is good, or the stamina comes out, whatever.

There is no way you can recognize an old man today or tomorrow.

“You smell familiar. Spirit’s fragrance. So I started talking.”
“Ah…”
“Shouldn’t the same elementals unite? I will tell you what I know in many ways, so come with me to the mines. How is it?”

I followed Rock Thunder’s words and headed towards the mine.

[The ‘Room’ you are currently in is ‘830. 421.’]
[‘830. 420.’ Owner ─ Player Orihime Redoniz]
[Strength, Agility, Magic －Lv.35]

After going over one space, women and men who appear to be administrators are standing in a line.
He gave the slaves pickaxes one by one and sent them in in turn.

“If the quota is not met, no coins are paid out! If you fill more than the quota, you will receive more coins, so work hard!”

A voice you don’t want to hear.
It was a tone that touched people’s nerves.
He frowned and accepted the pickaxe.
Most of them were kind to me.

“Aren’t you moving fast?”
“Yes, old! All right… !”

Compared to the treatment Rock Thunder receives,

“… Work carefully.”
“Yes.”

It was the difference between heaven and earth.

‘I’m tired of this dog collar.’

There is also a class among slaves.
I could feel it.

[The ‘Room’ you are currently in is ‘833. 428.’]

Managers have crossed into the invisible realm.
The dark room is made of gray rocks.
It was full of traces of pine here and there.

“It looks like I’ve never seen that necklace…”

Rock Thunder took a close look at my dog ​​collar.

“That oni bitch’s favorite male gets treated even if he’s a slave. She’s a bit better, though, but compared to the other slaves, she’s on the easy side.”
“It’s not pleasant at all.”
“But the necklaces they were wearing didn’t look like this. The necklace you are wearing is the first time even I have seen it.”

Rock Thunder was proud.
Pride in himself for surviving as Orihime’s slave for a long time.

‘Tsk.’

It’s absurd, but I was able to pull out plausible information.

“You just need to meet the quota. Anything more is useless.”
“Communism is a structure that cannot prosper.”
“It is difficult to go to the rice fields or factories. There are more managers than mines.”
“I’m going to work under surveillance, so this is comfortable.”

Sweat flowed down like rain.
It was difficult even to wield a pickaxe with a body that had been stripped of all abilities and returned to the days of a late sergeant.
Why do I have to do this, I kept hearing the question.

“Do you know that it is Hoseon?”
“… Line? Why are they?”

As soon as Rock Thunder heard the name Hosun, he was wary of me.
It was evident that he was not very pleased.

“I want to meet that friend.”
“If you can, don’t meet me. This is my advice to you.”

There was no one there, but Rock Thunder looked here and there.

“Why?”

Because he reacted so loudly, I wanted to meet him even more.

“They’re escaping. They’re plotting things. If you do something like that, it will harm even the people who were quiet. Damn you guys.”
“… Did you get an offer yourself? Do you want to work together?”
“No.”

Rock Thunder slammed his pickaxe down.
Kang-!
Sparks flew out.
His grip might be numb, but Rock Thunder swung his pickaxe as if nothing had happened.

‘Looks like his abilities are higher than mine.’

Because of the double cut, my stats were beyond poor, to the level of trash.

“Do you think a secret can be kept in this small space? Never kept Even if you make an offer to people you trust, rumors will circulate.”
“That’s right.”

I don’t know how he tried to increase the number of slaves.
Hosun’s plan seems to have gone awry.
If you knew even such a useless old man, it would be safe to say that there was no one who didn’t know.

“I don’t think Oni hasn’t heard of it yet… It’s just a matter of time. If that bitch moves, even the otherwise peaceful prison will become a mess. People who don’t have to die will die.”

Rock Thunder had a pretty strong will to survive.
It seemed that he did not want to die even if he lived as a slave.

“Life here is not bad either. Especially old people like me… I’m not being targeted by the oni bitch, and I’m not threatened by anything else. If you earn enough coins to relieve your sexual desire and live…”
“You mean sexual desire?”
“… Do you know that I have no sexual desire? Huh, that looked funny.”
“No, that’s not what I mean.”

I’m not curious about Rock Thunder’s erectile dysfunction.

“How do you satisfy your sexual desire here? Daughter-in-law?”
“… You can earn coins and trade. There are only a lot more women in this prison. I believe you will know why, even if you don’t tell me.”
“Well, because the Oni bitch eats the man.”
“Right. But, it’s not like a woman doesn’t have sexual desire.”
“Hoo.”

Suddenly sparked interest
The interest in Slaves is focused on this.

“With the right amount of coin, even an old man like me can hug a woman. How nice.”

She was buried in slavery.
The player who used to climb the ‘Tower of Struggle’ was ruined to the extent of being satisfied with being complacent in this kind of prison.

“It doesn’t look bad.”

I vigorously swung the pickaxe.

“Surprisingly, it’s not bad.”

Rock Thunder also set to my beat.

We met our quota.
It was an amount that could be filled by working with moderate rest throughout the day.

‘It’s quite intelligent.’

Exquisitely calculated capacity, earn coins while rolling slaves.
Orihime was sitting and ruling the kingdom.

“See you again tomorrow.”
“Yes, please go in.”

The time available for a woman is limited.
The contact between the slaves was not free, so the timing had to be well aimed.
For example, a meat party that comes once a week, or a martial arts competition that comes once a month.

I dragged my heavy body and lay down on the bed.
Creak, creak-.
The shabby bed let out a loud scream.

When I was just lying down,

“Kim Jin-woo, Orihime-sama is looking for you.”

The jailer called me.
Clack, clap-.
After opening the iron bars in my room with the key, he gestured towards me.

“Follow me.”

I wondered if I would call soon.
‘Cause there’s only a few hours left before my throat blows off.

‘You have to stop by my room or belong to Orihime’s room.’

Since the former is completely impossible, we have no choice but to lean on the latter.
Orihime is calling me to enslave me.

“Go in.”

The woman who guided me backed away.
I walked away as if I was being asked to go in alone.

I pushed the door as proudly as I could.
I didn’t have the strength to kick in.

[The ‘Room’ you are currently in is ‘800. 420.’]
[‘800. 420.’ Owner ─ Player Orihime Redoniz]
[Strength, Agility, Magic －Lv.35]

A Japanese-style room, should I say tatami?
A thick blanket is spread out in the elegantly decorated room.
On top of that, Orihime, wearing only her underpants, stared at me.

And she smirked and snapped her fingers.

“If you want to live, crawl and come.”