Hourglass (4)

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Can you simply call a fantasy identical to reality a dream? Laughing with joy, spewing anger at injustice, smiling at small happinesses-can you dismiss those days in the fantasy as merely fake? It is said, Hojupjimong (胡蝶之夢, Butterfly Dream). The boundary between fantasy and reality cannot be easily defined.

“…Where am I?”

But as always, I’ll put aside philosophical questions for a moment.

• Jjaak!

“Kkeueueueuk-?!”

Because the whip in front of Pluton’s eyes was more important.

“I heard you were top quality, so why is your personality like this?”

“Kkeu, kkeueu… Who, who are you… What, the hell, is… happening…”

Pain piercing the brain.

She gasps for breath from the intense whipping that makes her eyes bulge.

“Keueu, haa….”

But the pain is fleeting. Pluton couldn’t close her mouth at the changed scenery.

Solid iron bars.

This was an iron cage.

The kind of iron cage used to confine beasts.

‘…Is this the work of a magician?’

A dazed feeling, as if waking from a dream.

Pluton regained her senses and assessed the situation.

‘…Nothing works.’

She can’t use her power. The souls she had gathered seemed to have evaporated, and even the Demon’s typically sturdy body had turned into flabby flesh.

It was strange.

Even if her horns were cut off, some muscle should remain, but she had transformed into an ordinary girl. And into the body of a skinny girl who couldn’t even eat properly.

‘…Could it be.’

Pluton quickly approached the stagnant water pooled on the floor.

‘…!’

Reflected in the muddy water was the face of a girl she had never seen before. Long black hair reaching down to her calves, murky black eyes. She reflexively felt her face, but there was no trace of where her horns had been cut off; it was smooth like a human’s.

“Th-this is….”

A face extremely gaunt from not eating properly. Shocked, she reflexively stepped back, but the shackles on her neck and ankles prevented her from moving. Pluton frowned at the pain of the metal digging into her skin. She raised her hands to try to tear off the restraints, but they only clanked, wasting her already meager strength.

“Haa, haa….”

It was really just a little. She had only used a little bit of strength. She was already about to die from exhaustion. Pluton collapsed, panting. –Puhahaha. The other slaves, seeing her face planted in the dirt floor, laughed.

Yes, slaves.

‘This is, this is….’

She was a slave.

No matter how she looked at it, she was a slave. The fact that she was naked and only wearing rags, and the iron shackles on her neck and ankles, made her look exactly like a slave.

Pluton glared at the slave trader who had whipped her with venomous eyes.

“Inquisitor, Inquisitor…!!”

It was definitely an Inquisitor. The temple where Pluton was imprisoned was top secret. No one but an Inquisitor or Vice-Deacon would be able to move her. Pluton spoke to the Inquisitor who had put her in the slave pen.

“You think you can kill me with a measly whip like that…? Keu, hee… Funny, isn’t it…?”

She said it like that, but she really felt like she was going to die. She was about to collapse after uttering just one sentence. Pluton chuckled with venomous eyes.

And what came back was

“Looks like we got a feisty one for the first time in a while.”

• Jjaak!

An even harsher whipping.

“Kkeuk, kkeueup….”

“Hey! Take her and give her some training!”

The guard shouted. At that sound, the slaves around her lowered their heads and bodies. They knew how harsh and cruel the ‘training’ the guard was talking about was.

-Stupid bitch.

-With that kind of personality, she won’t last long.

The slaves, anxious about suffering unnecessary misfortune, snickered inwardly and felt relieved. Because they could rest comfortably while the guard was training her.

“Hi, hikkeuk.”

“Why are you already crying? If you’re already tired, you’ll really die, so save some strength.”

*

“I’m sorry, I, I’m sorry. I’ll do well from now on. Please spare me.”

Pluton begged for her life in less than an hour.

She couldn’t endure it. A weak body that fainted from a single punch. Sensing death, Pluton lowered her head pathetically. She never had any pride in the first place. Even surrendering to the Proxy was part of the plan. But, but. She could recover back then. No matter how much she was hurt, she could recover. But now, she didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes, let alone recover.

So she begged even more pathetically. Her face was swollen from the beatings, and her back was torn by the whipping, covered in red lines. She hadn’t even had a sip of water from the continuous torture, and her throat felt like it was burning.

“I heard she was feisty, so what’s wrong with her?”

“That’s usually the case with bitches who’ve never been beaten before. Keu.”

The guards chuckled as they watched Pluton’s dogeza.

–Umjil.

Her body flinches at their every gesture. Pluton trembled in fear, tears streaming down her face. But that fact was so miserable that it further eroded Pluton’s pride. Those guys weren’t even Inquisitors. They were just stupid humans who only knew how to whip.

‘If only I had, if only I had souls…’

But the Demon’s pride was not broken.

“Hu, hue… Kkeueu…”

After the training, Pluton, having received only minimal treatment, was thrown back into the pen like rags. She didn’t even have the strength to move. She just leaned against the wall, staring blankly beyond the iron bars.

–Tuk.

A hard piece of bread fell in front of Pluton. It was moldy bread that even animals wouldn’t eat, but unfortunately, this brick was Pluton’s staple food from now on.

“Idiot. Why did you act up?”

A slave locked in the same cage laughed and took the bread.

“…Shut up. Half-breed.”

“Wh-what? Half-breed?”

“I, I am… Someone like you… Kkeuk… Can’t look down on….”

–Puhahaha!!

The slave who heard Pluton’s words laughed until his jaw dropped. He was angry when he was called a half-breed, but the next words were so absurd that they were beyond funny.

“Yeah. Princess. You’re special, so you don’t have to eat this, right?”

“…You eat it.”

The slave grinned and snatched Pluton’s bread.

*

“Oh my, Princess. Did you get trained again this time?”

“….”

Pluton’s nickname became Princess. It was because the slave she called a half-breed spread the word.

However, no matter what humiliation she suffered, her habit of looking down on humans was not easily corrected. Those guys were just stupid guys comparing who had the bigger chains. Aside from the depravity, she didn’t even want to associate with them.

So days passed. Pluton was always alone. The slaves didn’t associate with her, and even with continuous training, her venomous eyes weren’t corrected, so no one tried to buy her.

Every time that happened, training came. Whenever the bourgeois evaluated, ‘This slave has scary eyes,’ even harsher training came.

Pluton was scared.

She was adapting to slave life.

Whenever humans passed by, she would naturally lower her head, and when the guards came, she would crouch down to avoid their anger.

Eventually, she realized.

‘…It’s strange.’

It was strange.

She was clearly supposed to be executed in two days, but two days had passed, and now almost a month had passed, and there was still no news. It wasn’t even certain that this was the North. And, and. It wasn’t even certain that she was a real Demon.

‘I, I am… A Demon who enjoys… depravity, but…’

Demons revert to Lesser Demons if they give up their desires. It’s the same even if their horns are cut off. Lesser Demons have tails instead of horns.

‘A tail, should appear. But….’

It should have appeared, but nothing happened. She was fine even though she had given up depravity and prioritized survival.

“….”

As if she wasn’t a Demon from the beginning.

*

Five months had passed.

Pluton still hadn’t been sold. Her venomous eyes had faded, but she wasn’t sold because her unique black hair and black eyes were considered ominous.

Pluton was anxious. She wanted to escape from this hellish place as soon as possible. Every day, when she became aware of ‘herself’ losing her identity, she had extreme suicidal impulses. But those guys, those humans who were worse than Demons, were experts at keeping people alive without actually dying.

“What about this slave?”

“Ah, this is a new slave. She’s top quality.”

Naturally.

She began to crave ‘how to be sold’.

“….”

Pluton had to emphasize that she was ‘top quality’. She neatly gathered her feet and hands, maintaining a submissive attitude. She wouldn’t raise her head until a human, like the sky, allowed it. She was livestock. Livestock less than human.

“Her face is pretty good…. How much is she?”

“Ah! Excellent choice. Three gold coins.”

Finally, the purchase was decided.

When the chain around her neck was handed over to someone other than the guard.

“…Th-thank you.”

Pluton smiled.

“Th-thank you for, buying, me….”

She smiled brightly.

In that smile, the ‘Demon of Blazing Fire, Pluton’ did not exist. There was only one slave who had become a dog, a former Demon.

“….”

The new master flinched when he saw Pluton’s eyes. Eyes that were too rotten to be called human. But he didn’t care much. Because the other slaves were the same. Pluton’s eyes were no different from the other slaves.

*

The place where Pluton was sold was an unknown barony.

“Your name from now on is Chesida.”

“…Che, si.”

There were hardly any noble families who bought slaves. Pluton tilted her head, wondering. Usually, commoners or nobles are hired as maids or ladies-in-waiting, not slaves. But she had no complaints. She hadn’t been whipped or punched during training.

“Good, Chesi. What did I tell you to do when you enter the room?”

“Lower your head and don’t move until permission is given….”

“And if permission is given?”

It was obvious, but there was only one reason to buy a stupid slave like Pluton.

“…Take off your clothes and lie on the bed.”

Sex slave.

Perhaps because she was a Demon, she was insensitive to sex. That seemed to be her appeal. But another question arose. Wasn’t sex an act of reproduction? She didn’t understand why human males wanted her. After all, Demons can’t bear human children. So she didn’t think much of it.

But.

“Kkeuk, heut, heueup…?!”

Human copulation was something she had never experienced, so it was enough to terrify her.

“Hi, hikkeuk… S-spare, me… Hya, hyaang…?!”

Jjigeok, jjigeok!! A huge cock pounding her uterus. The size of the cock was as enormous as the illusion Yujin had created. Of course, Pluton’s weak body couldn’t withstand it. Yujin hadn’t intended it, but… the pain of the extremely large cock was beyond imagination.

‘He, hekkeuk, heuek….’

She was raped until her eyes popped out. The unknown baron seemed to be quite turned on by her trembling appearance, so he pushed even harder, stabbing her uterus.

“Hek, heek….”

*

Pluton didn’t age.

This was a fantasy world. Aging didn’t exist. Of course, it only applied to Pluton, so the other sex slaves were thrown into the incinerator as soon as they became adults. Because their worn-out vaginas and sagging flesh couldn’t be restored.

But Pluton was different.

A tight vagina that remained tight no matter how much she was fucked, and skin that remained firm no matter how roughly she was treated, were suitable for attracting the ‘master’s’ attention. Pluton felt relieved as she watched the slaves being burned alive. She was glad she could work as a sex slave.

“Hyaang, higeueut….”

Now she was used to sex.

All that remained after the pain was pleasure.

“Pl-please cum… Semen… Heugeut… All, all of it…”

She was also used to begging for ejaculation. She had learned how to obey while living as a sex slave. She would become a dog and crawl on her own, and act spoiled like a baby lamb.

Like that.

Fifty years passed.

*

And a hundred years.

Pluton didn’t age.

She was the same. Pluton wondered why she didn’t age, but she decided to be content with her current life.

Slaves coming in and dying. She felt relieved that she wasn’t one of them-and spread her legs. In that way, her master changed three times. Pluton only served with all her heart each time.

A sex slave who doesn’t age.

The servants thought Pluton was a descendant of Elves.

“…Hehe.”

A race that was long-lived and beautiful. Pluton raised the corners of her lips and walked down the hallway. A descendant of Elves. I am a descendant of Elves. Pluton even called herself an Elf and was proud of it.

But in the end, she was a slave.

A slave whose head would be cut off with a single command from the ‘master’.

Knowing that fact, she served even more sincerely. In order not to be kicked out, in order to live, she was remodeled to the bone so that she could give her life if it was the master’s command.

She didn’t even remember her days as a Demon.

The black-haired girl walking down the hallway, wriggling her semen-dripping buttocks.

Was the sex slave Chesi.