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Moruss was originally an ordinary assistant professor in the Alchemy Department of the Academy.

As a commoner, how much did he struggle to enter the academy?

When his parents fell ill during his childhood and there was no apothecary in the village, he chose this path out of helplessness.

As a result, he received a scholarship as the top student at the academy.

Moreover, there were nobles who invested in him, so he focused on his studies, enjoying privileges beyond what a commoner could dream of.

Due to indulging in gourmet dishes, Moruss, who originally had a lean physique, became obese, but he did not complain.

He thought a bright future awaited him, but what happened? The brat who was once his mentor and professor turned out to be a demon king?

In the midst of all this, perhaps not wanting to die alone, Moruss borrowed a large sum in his name and even presented evidence of offering potions based on his thesis to the demon king.

Moruss, marked by debts and bearing the stigma of the demon king, realized he would inevitably become a cautionary tale at the academy and chose to flee.

Observing this closely, the demon king had contacted him a year ago, and Moruss, feeling his life was already ruined, accepted it with a “let’s just go for it” attitude.

After receiving basic education and baptism, Moruss officially embarked on the path of a messenger.

His past may not matter much now, but what’s important is that he was quite a skilled alchemist and his magical abilities were not bad.

“Hey, I don’t feel anything from this.”

“Haha, you have to wait a bit for these things to take effect.”

And 30 seconds later, Serena’s breathing became irregular, and she began twisting her body in response.

“Ugh! This is…”

Serena felt discomfort in her body.

Sensations from the outside dulled, while a warm, tingling feeling rising from deep within her body intrigued her, but her rational mind warned her of the danger.

However, the body is always honest.

The drug infiltrating Serena’s body spread throughout, eliciting pleasure and swallowing the sweet bait of euphoria.

Ding!

– You have been addicted to the drug.

– Analysis results classify it as ‘narcotic.’

– It synergizes with heightened sensory perception and enhanced pleasure.

– Have a good time.

“A good time my foot! Let me out of this!!”

If it were a status screen, it should offer a solution to this situation, but all that popped up was advising her to enjoy the time.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a cold wind swept through the cave and enveloped Serena.

“Ugh!”

Due to the drugs and enhancements, Serena’s senses had become so heightened that even the touch of the cold wind felt like needles piercing ice, causing her immense pain.

Moruss found her writhing amusing, his interest piqued.

“What’s this? You like it that much? You should’ve said so earlier.”

Mockingly shaking an empty syringe, Moruss irritated Serena, who, under the influence of the drug, forgot the level of her reproach.

“You useless bastard, if you can’t handle it any other way than this because you’ve never touched a woman, you’ll be sucking on your fingers for life… Do you understand? You virgin? Worthless piece of trash! No, you’d probably be smaller than what’s buried in a pig’s ass?”

“What?”

The curse that came from Serena’s mouth caught Moruss off guard. However, within moments, anger surged through Moruss from head to toe.

Whether true or not, the insult “virgin” was enough to infuriate any man. But what truly angered Moruss was his dedication to alchemy, which had kept him from holding a woman’s hand.

Trembling with rage at Serena’s actions, which exacerbated his insecurities as a virgin, Moruss ultimately…

“What do you know!”

Thwack!

“Huh?”

Moruss’s kick struck Serena’s groin.

Initially, she felt nothing.

But gradually, a growing sense of impending shock signaled a surge of heat in her groin, and Serena began convulsing as if struck by lightning all over her body.

“Eek! Ugh! Stop it!”

Serena, bound in iron chains, thrashed about.

Her appearance, with tears, snot, and froth, was so desperate that it instilled fear in onlookers.

Like pouring soda into the brain, Serena felt a shocking sensation as if her brain cells were fizzing. While a normal human would have been shocked long ago, Serena’s body, infused with the divine power of a goddess, endured it.

However, enduring the pain meant she had to continue feeling it, turning it into a curse rather than a blessing for Serena.

Meanwhile, seeing Serena frothing at the mouth and convulsing, Morus was taken aback.

No matter how much he despised her, the drug he injected wasn’t supposed to be this potent.

“Human female, too much. She’ll die like this.”

Even a goblin with a child’s intelligence could tell that something was seriously wrong with her.

Upon realizing this, Morus snapped back to attention and thought of an antidote.

He needed a sex slave, not a drug addict’s corpse.

“Goblin, I’ll get the medicine, so stay here quietly!”

Leaving those words behind, Morus dashed deeper into the cave. As the goblin, left alone with Serena, rolled around aimlessly for a few minutes, Morus returned panting, carrying a syringe filled with blue liquid and medical equipment for emergencies.

Morus gasped for breath as he looked at Serena convulsing.

He realized he didn’t need to save her.

Why? Because he was a member of the nefarious cult, arguably the worst villains in the world.

“It seems my academy days’ habits are still alive.”

He is a villain.

Therefore, he had captured Serena as a sex slave and intended to ‘use’ her literally as a sex slave.

“If her mind breaks, I can use the brainwashing magic I learned from the cult, and I might easily obtain a slave contract now.”

People are weak against pain.

Although what Serena feels may seem like pleasure, such pleasure can already be seen as a form of violence.

And then, a change occurred. A faint light began to emanate from Serena’s body. It was the manifestation of divine power reflexively emerging due to unexpected damage to her body.

“Divine power? Ugh, bothersome.”

To Morus, who had been baptized in magic, divine power was like a placebo.

While he could dismiss most things easily, that feeble light held an unsettling divine power.

Separate measures were needed.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

“Ugh… Yes, yes! I can hear you.”

Under the influence of the drug and pain, Serena, who had shriveled up, was struck with fear towards Morus, the source of evil.

Not wanting to experience the recent torment again, her rebellious attitude from before was nowhere to be found, even after rubbing her eyes and looking around.

Confirming Serena’s demeanor, Morus knelt down, locked eyes with her, and produced a slave contract in front of her.

“The terms of the contract are simple. Party A protects Party B’s life, including their well-being, and in return, Party B pledges loyalty to Party A and offers their body. Simple, right?”

“T-That’s…”

Indeed, the content was straightforward.

Yet, as simple as it was, it also held fatal implications.

If she agreed to this, she, essentially at level 1, would become Morus’s sex slave, subject to exploitation.

“Well, it’s fine if you don’t agree. However…”

As if there were no other choice, Morus took out a syringe containing the blue liquid from his pocket.

“If you keep resisting, I’ll inject this again. Understand?”

Originally containing an antidote, Serena was unaware of its contents.

Seeing the syringe, Serena struggled internally.

“Even with the injection just now, I felt like I was going to die. More? But to survive, I must become a sex slave.

Otherwise, that guy Morus will definitely kill himself.

In other words, it’s an unequal contract.

“Ma, I understand. I will… agree to this contract.”

“Hehehe, good, I agree too. With this, the contract is complete. Shall we start right away?”

As the agreement between the two parties concluded, the contract burst into flames.

Simultaneously, the magic circle enforcing the contract emerged, and it began to tighten around Serena’s neck.

“Ugh!”

Ding!

– Slave contract has been established.

– Recognizing the owner as ‘Morus.’

– Changing occupation from a sex worker to a sex slave.

“Damn it.”

With a status window confirming the successful master-slave contract and a distinct tattoo on her neck, tears welled up in Serena’s eyes.

To fall into this world and immediately become a sex slave was truly miserable.

“Now that the contract is successfully done, shall we put it to use right away?”

“Wait a moment!”

Ignoring Serena’s objections as a slave, Morus lowered his pants, revealing his pride and joy, a member he had never used before.

“Take a good look. Does this look like a child’s toy to you?”

‘Is this some perverted world or what? It’s so damn big.’

With a glimmer of hope, Morus had hoped to be a real stud, but that expectation was brutally shattered.

“Ha, human! Am I nothing to you?”

At that moment, a goblin intervened between the two.

‘Right! Just smack him on the back of the head!’

Serena pinned her hopes on the goblin’s sudden intrusion.

This incident marked the beginning of their discord, leading to rifts and opportunities for escape.

Even if the goblin were to die, it would reduce one danger for Serena, so it wasn’t a loss.

“I don’t want to share my first time with anyone, and do you happen to like alcohol?”

“Alcohol?!”

“If I stay quiet while you’re doing your thing, I’ll let you have some drinks. We can deal with the woman issue later, sound good?”

“Fine, human. Keep your promise!”

“Alright then, here, have some jerky while we watch.”

The ominous atmosphere surrounding discussions about food quickly turned harmonious.

Except for one person.

“No! Why are they not fighting it out until someone explodes?”