Reader’S Regeneration Life [EN]: Chapter 63

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It’s not bad guys who make the villains, but *smart* ones.

The sole purpose of buying goods supplied in the market—namely, slaves—is this:

To satisfy the dark and twisted desires of the buyers.

It would be insane to pay such a large sum to buy them and have them do housework or run errands.

Or to use them as bodyguards to protect oneself.

It’s far more profitable to entrust the work to professional maids, and there are knights and soldiers for guards.

It’s foolish to entrust such tasks to those who have been forced into slavery in the first place.

‘Of course, there are nobles who like that kind of concept, so they might dress them up in maid outfits or knight costumes and parade them around, but the ultimate goal is always the same.’

To make them cry and wail, struggle in protest, and eventually give up everything, their bodies and minds completely melting away into desire, turning them into living dolls meant only to be fucked.

That was the reason they sought slaves.

“First of all, the goods supplied to this market are those captured from the borders of the kingdom or from among the various races residing in the Great Mountains, those whose capture wouldn’t cause any particular problems.”

“So you’re careful to avoid causing problems.”

“Exactly.”

Unlike humans, the various races do not have the concept of a ‘nation.’

They simply lived in small villages formed by some members of their race.

Since they basically didn’t interact much with humans, the kingdom was unable to accurately grasp how many of these various races existed within its vast territory.

‘The borders aren’t clear, and there are so many mountain ranges within those boundaries.

Compared to the kingdom’s citizens, their numbers are definitely far fewer, but we should still assume there are a considerable number of them.’

Anyway, because they lived in such small villages, their settlements were often targeted by others.

In human terms, it was like having another country right next to one’s own, so it was only natural.

The wanderers created in this way were easy prey for slave traders.

In particular, women who had escaped with their children were easily captured, which allowed the traders to always make a lot of money.

“Sometimes, customers worry about what to do if uneducated slaves resist violently.”

“That’s a natural concern, isn’t it?”

“So we always show them that we have these training processes in place.”

It was the moment when Count Konean, speaking with a voice full of pride in these processes, pulled open the door of the temporary building.

‘Huh?’

A scent that was both pungent and sweet, a smell that aroused the body, wafted out.

And along with that smell, a moan that relentlessly attacked the male heart could be heard.

“Aahh… Aahh…”

What the hell?

What the hell is this?

Sion began to suspect that Count Konean might have some strange ulterior motive.

But the Count, seemingly unfazed, continued to walk until he stopped in one spot.

“Once those who are captured are brought here, we soften them up in places like this.

Even those with fierce tempers and nasty attitudes can’t last long and eventually melt away.”

There, a female of the Fairy race stood naked, her hands and feet bound.

And beneath her, two men were using something to rummage through her vulva.

With each lewd squelching sound, the woman cried out, “Aahh!”

Her body trembled, but the men continued to relentlessly torment her crotch.

“Softening them up means…?”

“Well, as Sion knows, those who seek slaves are all looking for the same thing.

Some want virgins, but that requires the effort of taming them, so most shy away from it.

So, when we receive the goods, we first tame them like this, making it impossible for them to ever escape the trap of pleasure.”

Sion glanced at the Fairy woman.

She wore an expression as if she was suffering to death and mortified with shame, but in the end, she couldn’t overcome her instincts, and a body that had tasted pleasure once would continue to seek it.

Her resistance wouldn’t last long, and soon she would be emitting sweet moans, seducing reason.

“They are all thoroughly trained.

If you’re worried that they might lay their hands on the merchandise, I can assure you that’s not the case.

The moment they’re caught, their wrists are cut off.”

Count Konean seemed to have misunderstood Sion’s gaze towards the woman as, ‘Aren’t those guys touching the merchandise?’

Sion thought to himself, ‘What’s with this crazy guy?’ at his demeanor, as if saying, ‘Don’t worry so much!

We’ll take care of everything, so rest assured!’

The scenes that unfolded after that were different, yet ultimately the same.

There was a woman whose entire body was soaked in sticky liquid, being subjected to various caresses, and another who was blindfolded, being constantly stimulated with strange cotton-like clumps.

The methods and body parts targeted were different, but the ultimate goal was the same.

No matter how much they resisted, the moment someone’s touch reached them, they would become aroused and unable to escape.

‘Helen said she went through something similar.’

A sigh suddenly escaped Sion’s lips.

Seeing the slave market directly like this made him feel sorry for them.

People move according to their desires, and those desires can manifest in ugly and dirty ways, so it can’t be helped, but thinking about the cold stares the various races would give humans in the future because of these things made him feel incredibly sad.

Clap!

Clap!

“Ahhk!

Squeak!

Aaugh!

Whine!”

Clap!

Claaap!

“Aahh!

Pain!

Keang!

It hurts!

Whiiine!

Please, please!”

…Yeah, he wondered why this wasn’t here.

After leaving the place filled with erotic scents, he saw a beastkin woman tied to a frame, being whipped.

Judging by her appearance and the atmosphere she exuded, she seemed to be a Wolrang beastkin [a wolf-like race].

“We don’t do this to everyone.

Sometimes, there are those who seek slaves who are used to this kind of thing.

But fairies are mentally weak, so they break down quickly if treated like this.

Among the beastkin, the Wolrang are the most suitable, I suppose.”

“…”

“Would you like to try tormenting her if you’re interested in that kind of thing?”

So said Count Konean, picking up a whip that was placed next to him.

He seemed to want to figure out Sion’s tastes, offer him a suitable item, and build an even stronger relationship.

Where did this guy’s earlier naive demeanor go, and how did he become such a professional slave market shareholder?

Sion shook his head.

Of course, he wasn’t exactly innocent either; like any virile man, he had many desires and fantasies, but at least he didn’t have the hobby of hitting a woman who was crying in pain.

“After this tempering and softening process, do they immediately go out as merchandise?”

“Not at all.

Once we’ve thoroughly subdued their bodies, the next step is to break their spirits.”

“How so?”

“We keep instilling it in them.

You have been abandoned by your race.

Even if you return, you will not be welcomed by anyone.

Therefore, it is better to meet a good master and live happily.

Hmm.

You could call it a kind of brainwashing.

Of course, it’s not a method that uses mana like the fairies do.”

The immense pain inflicted on the body, and the pleasure.

Combined with the repetitive and forced injection of the same information, it was a cruel yet sure method to drive that being insane.

Probably nine out of ten would not be able to withstand such a method and would eventually succumb.

In the first place, anyone strong enough to withstand such a thing would have fought to the death or chosen to die before being captured.

‘…I can understand why Kim Yu-hyeon got so angry and overturned everything now.’

He knew this would be the case, he knew that this world was more rotten than he thought, but.

Experiencing it with his own eyes, ears, and nose was completely different from just reading about it.

He couldn’t be sure whether he was angry or disgusted by them.

Perhaps he was enjoying everything that was happening without even realizing it.

‘But considering what will happen later, this is not right.’

Sion shook his head.

In a year, this madness would all be over.

The replica version of the angels, who were so crazy that they wanted to burn the world to ashes and start over from scratch, would become dominant.

They were going to annihilate humans and other races alike, so instead of thinking about joining hands to stop them, who would secretly capture them and use them as slaves?

‘…Ah, come to think of it, there were guys who were committing all sorts of corruption behind the scenes back then too.

I need to cut off those bastards’ heads too.’

As the author requested, even if the author hadn’t requested it, he was going to live his life to the fullest.

To do so, he had to get rid of the unrecyclable, no, irredeemable bastards who were blocking his path early on.

“Once the softening process is complete, we start dressing them up and showing them to customers, and once the desired item is chosen, we add a little more softening or combine it with other processes according to the customer’s wishes.

And then.”

Count Konean moved and led Sion to a luxuriously decorated tent.

Inside, which looked like a space for welcoming guests, three or four women stood wearing only very thin and fluttering underwear.

“They become perfect items, waiting for the touch of our customers.”

With those words, he casually moved his hand and stroked the thigh of the woman standing at the very front.

The woman, who appeared to be a Myo Eun [a specific race], trembled at Count Konean’s touch and made a terrified expression, but ultimately did not shake off his hand.

It seemed that she had been worked on for quite some time and had come to realize that resisting would result not in such gentle touches, but in merciless beatings, even greater pain, and all sorts of insults and humiliation, and had given up on her own.

“Haa…”

The young woman trembled, unable to resist properly, and only stepped back slightly.

“Hmm.

Her reaction is good, so it seems she has been well softened this time as well.

What do you think?

With this, Sion can purchase our goods without worry.”

“…Of course.

Why would there be a problem?”

Perhaps if he were some kind of righteous hero or the protagonist of a novel, he would have smashed that man’s head on the spot, destroyed the entire slave market, and freed all the slaves.

But Sion was neither a righteous hero nor the protagonist of a novel.

There was no direct benefit to be gained from freeing them.

At best, a little honor?

And the gratitude of the various races.

That was Kim Yu-hyeon’s job.

Those were the things he had to step up and obtain.

If it didn’t directly help Klausen, Sion didn’t feel the need to step in.

“Aahng!

Aaugh!”

“You better stand straight.

The moment your legs give out, you’ll have to start all over again.”

As Count Konean muttered, the woman shook her head as if she didn’t want that, and desperately tried to stand straight, forcing strength into her trembling legs.

The Count, who had been tormenting the woman for a while, withdrew his hand as if that was enough.

“Ugh…”

The woman had an expression as if she was mortified with humiliation, but she only stepped back slightly without putting up any proper resistance.

“Items of this quality are usually traded for around 300 gold coins of the kingdom.”

300 gold coins of the kingdom was about the annual living expenses of an average citizen of the kingdom.

Some would gape and say it was crazy if they heard it, while others would say it was a fair price and be happy.

“How much is traded?”

“Well.

Some come every three months, while others come only once a year….

Still, it’s enough to make a living.

Hahaha!”

Making a living my ass, if it’s 300 gold coins per slave, you’re making quite a profit, where are you lying?

The words itched in his mouth, but Sion smiled and endured it.

As they moved again and arrived at a space where stories between sellers and buyers were exchanged, Sion decided to slowly get to the point.

“It sounds like you’re doing well.”

“Hmm.

I guess you could say that?”

“Good.

Very good.

At that rate, we can proceed with the transaction.”

At Sion’s words, Count Konean exclaimed, “Oh!” and rubbed his hands together.

The amount of money the Klausen family had received as compensation was enormous, and their original assets were comparable to those of a marquisate, so he was already looking forward to how much money the eldest son of that family would spend to buy expensive items.

“Then tell me what you want right away.

A fairy?

Or a beastkin?

Among the beastkin…”

“Ah, I’m not here to buy, but to sell.”

“Yes?

Sell?

What are you selling….”

Interrupting the Count, who was excitedly explaining the goods to the customer.

Sion gave a light smile.

“The survival of this market, and your future.

Would that be easier to understand?”