Chapter 4 (Part 1)

〈 Episode 4 〉A Slave Girl in the Brothel

The red-haired girl was wearing clothes. No, in fact, it was hard to even call them clothes. Wearing the brothel’s uniform without any underwear, her pink nipples and tightly closed vulva were clearly visible through the transparent fabric.

The girl wearing the brothel’s clothes was none other than Asha, who had become a prostitute as a slave. It wasn’t just her clothes that had changed. Asha had a red flower tattoo on her thigh that hadn’t been there before, and she had a slightly demure posture and a hint of sensuality.

Before she knew it, three months had passed since Asha had started living in the brothel, and she was somewhat accustomed to her life. The first time she received a customer, she made a series of mistakes, but when Iggret, enraged, locked her in a solitary cell for a day without food, Asha panicked and knelt at her feet the next day, begging. Eventually, Asha was able to serve her second customer without any major mistakes.

Today was exactly one month since she started working as a prostitute. Asha finished her makeup and put on small silver earrings to complete her preparations. Outside, the sun was setting and people were returning home, but for her, it was time to start working.

Asha was waiting inside the brothel with the other prostitutes. She didn’t have any regular customers yet to be called upon, and as a slave who had been sold, Asha didn’t have the freedom to go outside the brothel and solicit customers.

Unlike the free prostitutes who were treated somewhat better, slave prostitutes were often treated like livestock. Today, Asha was chained to a leg because the madam had to leave her post for urgent business.

“…”

Being gang-raped by thieves day and night was painful, but being treated like a displayed object like this was just as humiliating. Asha could only lower her head quietly, unable to show any emotion under the gazes of others. In the midst of this, when she suddenly felt a hand caressing her buttocks, Asha let out a stifled moan.

“Hngh… George?”

‘Again, it’s this guy…’

“Hey, how’s the customer service going?”

This man’s name was George, and he was in charge of security at the brothel. He was quite dedicated to his job, and although he didn’t have direct relations with the prostitutes, he would sometimes fondle their private parts.

Naturally, Asha, who was a slave and didn’t have to worry about anyone’s feelings, was a regular customer. In the past, Asha would have punched the man who was loitering in front of her in the face without hesitation. But the three months she had spent as a slave were enough time for Asha to accept that she was a prostitute and that her body was a woman.

George’s hand, which usually only touched her buttocks or thighs, gradually moved between her legs, and Asha felt goosebumps all over her body. The fact that he saw her as a sexual object and kept hitting on her was truly terrible, but Asha, who was at the very bottom of the bottom here, couldn’t resist him.

“Ugh! If you do that, I won’t be able to serve customers…”

“Alright, I shouldn’t bother our hardworking slave. Good luck.”

“Ahht!”

George slapped Asha’s buttocks and left the brothel without touching her any further, but she was already stimulated deep inside and was slowly leaking fluids between her legs. Asha tried to tidy her clothes, and soon she was receiving a customer.

The customer Asha was about to serve this time was a bald, burly man in his forties named Jang Han. Asha, with her hands respectfully clasped together, knelt down and asked the customer.

“What would you like me to do first?”

“Suck on this first.”

When the man pointed to his crotch, Asha crawled on her knees to the man’s groin and took off his pants. When she took off his underwear, a huge object as big as the man’s body popped out, and Asha began to fondle the object with both hands and suck on the tip.

‘Ugh…’

She still couldn’t bear the disgusting feeling when she touched a man’s object, but two months of training had at least allowed her to hide her own emotions.

Asha hated wrapping the hot man’s cock in her mouth and the nauseating smell of the cock, but she hated starving in a solitary cell even more. She tried to calm her revulsion and focused on the fellatio.

“Oohm…”

Asha hadn’t worked as a prostitute for a long time, but since coming here, she had been constantly dealing with several men a day. Naturally, Asha was quite used to men’s cocks, whether she wanted to or not, and with the help of her Sex skill, which had reached

Asha fell silent at the man’s words. She had always faithfully followed the customers’ instructions, and although it went against her training, she remembered the madam’s instructions and obeyed the man. The man, while having sex, naturally placed his hand on Asha’s neck.

“Why my neck…”

Asha tensed up slightly at the sudden touch.

“Ugh…!”

The man didn’t just touch her neck; he began to choke her little by little. Asha’s breathing became labored, and she began to clench around the man’s member fiercely. The man seemed to like the tightness, and he began to choke Asha’s neck even harder.

“Ugh… Hngh!”

Asha found it increasingly difficult to breathe, but she couldn’t bring herself to resist, thinking she shouldn’t offend the customer. Seeing her lack of resistance, the man used both hands to violently choke Asha’s neck while thrusting into her vagina.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Unlike before, when he had allowed her to breathe a little, he now choked her with both hands, making it impossible for Asha to breathe at all. Asha’s face, which had been flushed with excitement just moments before, began to lose its color.

‘Die, just die!’

Feeling her life was in danger, she desperately tried to shake off the man’s hands, but the man’s thick, log-like arms didn’t budge.

“Ugh, guugh!”

Growing desperate, Asha shed tears and punched the man’s arm with her fists, but it was not enough for her to resist him.

“Ugh, guh…”

As time passed, Asha’s eyes rolled back as she suffocated, and her limbs trembled, but the man didn’t care and continued to choke her neck while raping her even more violently. A few minutes later, when the man was satisfied and ejaculated inside her, Asha had already stopped breathing.

“…”

Glug.

Her corpse, staring blankly into the void with unfocused pupils, spat out semen from her vagina as her warmth faded. The man wiped the semen from Asha’s corpse off his member and said indifferently,

“What, she’s dead after all. Still, the grip was pretty good.”

“Sh-she’s dead…”

The slaves who had been watching were terrified and trembled as they saw Asha being murdered. Just then, the madam entered the room.

“Is she dead?”

“Well, yeah. There won’t be any problems, right?”

“She’s a slave we bought a while ago. There won’t be any problems.”

“Okay, clean it up. You there, come here.”

When another slave was pointed out, she trembled with fear but couldn’t resist the man’s words and approached him. The madam picked up Asha’s corpse and left the room.

The madam rode a horse to the mountain behind the city and threw away Asha’s corpse, wrapped in an old cloth. He thought that even if he didn’t bury her, wild animals would take care of it soon enough, and he quickly forgot about her.

After Asha entered the portal on her first day, she reappeared on the bed in the empty waiting room, where she had disappeared.

“…”

Lying still on the bed with a corpse-like pale complexion, it took her several hours to regain consciousness.

“Hah!”

Asha opened her eyes wide and breathed roughly as she looked around. Seeing the familiar sight of the waiting room, which had been fading from her memory, she realized with ragged breaths that she had returned to where she had started.

“I died…”

Asha didn’t think she would die so easily. To be choked to death by a customer in a brothel… She was fortunate to be resurrected, but the sensation of suffocating and dying was another trauma for Asha.

“It’s hard…”

In the waiting room, where she was all alone, Asha curled up and quietly closed her eyes.