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Number 25 started crawling on the floor like a dog and licking the Demon King’s feet. A faint smell that did not smell like sweat at all tickled the tip of my nose.

Number 25 did not rest his mouth even while smelling it. He carefully ran his tongue between the devil’s toes, and sometimes ravenously licked the entire instep. There was no shame in No. 25’s head. Rather, how can I satisfy my master? That thought was the only thing that filled my head.

why? If you don’t satisfy them, you’re either kicked out or killed.

Number 25, who was desperately carrying out the Demon King’s orders, found himself getting excited by licking the Demon King’s feet.

No. If you place such an obscene object in front of the devil, you will definitely die.

However, the soft skin and fragrant smell that you wouldn’t even think of as a toe made the item number 25 start to bleed without even noticing it.

When he sucked his clean big toe, the Demon King’s body trembled.

Then she let out her first happy sound.

“Ugh… Not bad. Okay, this is enough.”

When No. 25 said that was enough, he slightly raised his head and then carefully took a step back.

The slightly bent upper body was intended to hide the extremely angry male organ.

The Demon King’s eyes began to scan No. 25 again. It was a look in his eyes that made me feel like I was being stripped naked. However, fearing that his true intentions might be discovered, No. 25 lowered his upper body and straightened his body as much as possible, accepting the devil’s gaze in an awkward posture.

The Demon King’s gaze, which was slowly moving downwards, was fixed on No. 25’s penis.

“Stand up straight.”

I couldn’t refuse orders. No. 25 barely managed to maintain an alert posture with a trembling body, and his erect manhood was revealed to the Demon King, so much so that he lifted his skirt. Number 25 felt that his life was ending here. There was no room for excuses. A slave who gets excited by sucking his master’s feet.

“That… Is sexual desire out of control?”

However, contrary to No. 25’s expectations, the Demon King cleared his throat once and then asked in a rather kind tone.

“I’m sorry… ”

All No. 25 could say was that he was sorry. All a slave who has lived in a small cage since childhood can say is sorry. That was it. Even that was just a phrase that I somehow learned to survive.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Because it’s a natural phenomenon.”

The Demon King nodded slightly as if satisfied, and asked No. 25 for the first time.

“What is your name?”

“This is No. 25.”

“That’s not a name, it’s a slave number, right?”

“This is my name… .”

The only thing he had in life was this name. Denying even one’s name was no different from denying one’s very existence.

Number 25 was barely able to maintain his faith despite the fear.

Fortunately, the Demon King did not ask any more questions about him.

“Really? What a unique guy. So let’s call it No. 25 for the time being. If you want to receive my real name, please tell me anytime.”

The Demon King rested his chin, hmm, crossed his legs, and tiptoed his toes. The Demon King still did not return No. 25 to his seat. After placing it about two steps away from me, I just looked at it like I was looking at a cherished item.

“You didn’t tell me my name.”

The Demon King took a moment to catch his breath, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and spoke as if making a declaration.

“My name is Aser Olbers, and as you can see, I am the demon king of District 7. This is the name of your future master, so remember it well.”

After finishing speaking, Aser tapped his foot again and gave a simple command to No. 25.

“Come here again.”

Number 25 was Aser’s doll. A doll made of flesh and blood that moves as she tells it to.

As I stood in front of Aser and bowed my head, Aser grabbed No. 25’s chin and raised his head straight.

Aser slowly observed No. 25’s face while moving his chin from side to side, and smiled with white teeth as if he was satisfied.

“It’s pretty good. I have a good eye for people.”

What makes it okay? No. 25 could not understand Aser’s words. However, it didn’t leave a bad impression on her. I could feel it instinctively.

Aser jumped up from his seat, dragged No. 25’s hand, and headed somewhere.

Due to the sudden touch, dark anxiety began to sprout again in the calm heart of No. 25.

Where are we going? Could it be torture? Slaughterhouse? Is it possible that the washing is done to improve the taste of the meat?

The place where Aser took No. 25 was a large restaurant.

There was a lot of food on the table that No. 25 had never seen before in his life.

“Let’s eat rice.”

At Aser’s words, No. 25 lowered his head and looked for the bowl assigned to him under the table. Aser, who was looking at this with suspicion, grabbed No. 25 by the back of his neck and lifted him up.

“What are you looking for?”

“Ah… My rice bowl… .”

When he carefully opened his mouth, Aser was staring blankly into No. 25’s eyes as if he did not understand. Whenever he ate in that cage, he always put the leftover food in the dog food bowl.

Number 25 naturally thought that would be the case here as well, and tried to wait for the leftover food to fall from under the table.

Aser frowned for a split second, as if he understood the entire situation.

“If that’s the case, don’t worry. The next four seats are here.”

Aser said that and carefully placed number 25 on the seat next to him.

Number 25 was unable to eat the food in front of him and was only swallowing his saliva. When I looked around, other people were already eating in a familiar manner. The Demon King had not even lifted his spoon yet, and the sight of the servants eating first seemed even more confusing to No. 25.

“Eat. Because a new family member was coming, the chef showed off his skills.”

Is it really the food that is assigned to you? In number 25, the food in front of me felt like a dream. Meat was a food that came out as scraps sometimes when Ogre was in a good mood, but I never thought I would see it in its original form like this.

Number 25, who was trying to eat with his hands, carefully lifted the utensils in front of him while looking at the people around him. Since I wasn’t used to using a knife and fork for the first time, I often ended up spattering food here and there or getting it on my clothes.

Aser did not scold No. 25, who was timid because he thought he would be scolded every time, but scolded him in a soft voice.

“It doesn’t look familiar, right? You’ll be using it often in the future, so it’s a good idea to learn it.”

It was the first time since I was kidnapped by a slave trader that I didn’t eat food while being scolded. Wasn’t eating always a duty that had to be finished as quickly as possible and in pain? No. 25 was already shedding tears.

Aser was quite embarrassed when he saw No. 25 suddenly shed tears. It was the first time in her life that she had seen a slave cry while eating. Aser quickly received a handkerchief from the maid next to him and began wiping away No. 25’s tears.

“Why do you do that? Doesn’t the food suit your taste?”

“Oh, no… I don’t know either… .”

I don’t know. That was neither the truth nor lies of No. 25. Clearly, something was pounding in my heart, but I had no idea how to explain this feeling. That’s why I lumped it all together by saying I don’t know much about it.

“Yes. Should I go for a walk after I finish eating? I want to introduce you to Yeongji.”

Number 25 nodded vigorously. A walk was something I couldn’t even dream of when I was trapped in my little world.

After finishing his meal mixed with tears, No. 25 waited for Aser in the small room at the end of the hallway assigned to him.

When I was locked in a cage and told that the ogre would come later, I only felt vague fear, but now it is different. Is it okay to abandon the rest of your family and just be happy like this? I was slowly starting to think about that as well.

But those happy thoughts were soon shattered.

When Aser went for a walk, what he brought in his hand was a dog collar.