I went to the slave auction with Natalie and Elenora, just the three of us.
I asked Zeno to come along too, but he turned me down flat and said he was going out for drinks instead. Seriously, mate?
When we arrived at the auction hall, the staff checked our IDs straight away. But as soon as Natalie showed them the Commercial Guild Special Member card under my name, their attitude did a complete U-turn. They asked zero questions and led us straight to a special VIP room.
Inside, the room looked like a proper grand suite. Thick red carpet covered the entire floor, and the staff kept bringing out more fruit and food for the table. The bar was stocked with tons of different drinks, and it seemed like we could order as much as we wanted.
…Zeno, tha really missed out today, lad. I’m proper going to rub this in his face when we get back home. Hehehe.
The room sat much higher than the regular seats, so nobody down below could look inside. A fancy sofa and table sat right by the glass where you could look down at the stage, and there was even a massive bed in the back for some reason.
…Blimey, the Commercial Guild’s Special Member privileges are no joke, like…
I was so blown away by how grand everything looked that I couldn’t even speak.
”Wait a second, where on earth did that membership card come from?! When did you even get that?!” I asked in total shock.
”Hehehe, I had it issued just a little while ago, Alfred dear,” Natalie said as she leaned all over me.
”Hey! What do you think you are doing to Lord Alfred?! Get away from him right now!” Elenora jumped in straight away to pull her back.
”Oh? And why should I stop? I am Lord Alfred’s most important partner. …In every single way, if you catch my drift. Hehehehe,” Natalie teased softly.
”Wh–?! Important in every way?! …I serve Lord Alfred as well, you know! In fact, I already have a formal promise to serve him tonight after this!! Hehehe..,” Elenora puffed out her chest with immense pride as she spoke.
”What?! Wait a minute?! I was supposed to spend a hot night with Lord Alfred tonight!! Argh!! Stop getting in my way, you little cat burglar!” Natalie shouted back angrily.
”Wait, ‘tonight as well’?! What do you mean ‘as well’?! You are the real cat burglar here!!” Elenora barked back in anger.
Sparks were flying like mad between the two of them as they growled back and forth.
”Natalie,” I said firmly to get her attention.
Hearing me call her by her first name for the very first time made Natalie’s heart skip a beat. She gasped in surprise, “Y-Yes?!” but her voice came out way higher than usual.
”Come on, Natalie, get over here,” I said calmly as I wrapped my arm around Natalie’s waist and pulled her in tight.
”Ohhh, Lord Alfred..,” she whispered, looking up into my eyes with a dreamy expression.
”Natalie. You really are my most important partner. …But Elenora is an important friend as well. Can you two try to get along?” I asked before giving her a gentle little kiss.
”Y-Yes! Absolutely!!” Natalie replied, completely overwhelmed by me using her first name. Her face turned bright red, literal hearts floated in her eyes, and she could only focus on me standing right in front of her.
”Elenora,” I called out next.
”Y-Yes?!” Elenora snapped to attention and stood completely still like a soldier.
”Elenora, you understand as well, do you not? You can get along with her, right?” I asked gently.
”…Urgh… Y-Yes!! If that is what Lord Alfred commands!!” Elenora answered with a stiff nod.
”Good lass. Now then, Elenora, come over here and do me a small favor?” I asked as I spread my legs and motioned for Elenora to step between them.
”Y-Yes! With absolute pleasure!!” Elenora said happily as she immediately dropped to her knees in front of me, pulled my shaft out of my trousers, and began servicing me warmly.
…slurp, slurp, gulp, gluck, suck…
I gently stroked Elenora’s hair while she served me. At the same time, I slipped my other hand into the back of Natalie’s dress–which was open wide at the sides–and began massaging her breast directly.
”Ahh?! Lord Alfred… ohhh, mmm… mmph… mmmmm..,” Natalie gasped at the sudden touch, but she gave me a dreamy look before I pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss with our tongues entwined.
Both women became completely lost in what they were doing with me. All that fierce, hostile energy from earlier vanished completely into thin air.
…Phew, that was dead close, that was… I never expected things to blow up so quickly… And now here I am, in a place like this, doing these things with two gorgeous lasses… I know I am being a proper scumbag right now, but at least it calmed everyone down, right? …I just hope everything goes smoothly from here on out…
We had spent a good chunk of time together in that intense mood. After Elenora had taken in her fill, the auctioneer’s microphone finally announced the start of the event.
”Right then, playtime is over,” I said as I straightened my clothes, and Elenora immediately stepped back into her guard position while Natalie switched straight back into professional work mode.
Those two really are proper sound when it counts.
~~~Now then, let us get started. First up, Entry No. 1…~~~
A massive guy walked out onto the stage, completely shredded. Heavy chains bound his hands and feet, and his slave collar glowed bright red the moment he stepped out.
”…Hmm, physically he would be proper grand labor for clearing land back at the village..,” I mused aloud.
”No, my lord. That man is unsuitable. It would be far too dangerous, so you ought not buy him,” Elenora advised firmly.
”…Huh? Why is that?” I asked, looking over at her.
”Observe his collar closely. It has been glowing red this entire time. That occurs whenever a subject displays rebellious intent. That is precisely why he is so heavily chained,” Elenora explained calmly.
”…I see. So a red glowing collar means he is resisting?” I clarified.
”Indeed. Furthermore, the collar releases excruciating magic to punish the slave until they cease resisting. He must be enduring immense pain right now, yet his continued defiance proves he harbors a deep, dangerous grudge,” Elenora replied quietly.
”…Sigh… Everyone has their own painful story, don’t they, lad..,” I muttered to myself.
~~~Next up, Entry No. 2…~~~
The auction continued on for quite a while after that.
~~~Next up is Entry No. 28. A former merchant mother and daughter. This pair ran a successful trading company alongside the father, but the business collapsed after his passing. Unable to settle their debts, they were forced into slavery. Both are exceptionally skilled with numbers and bookkeeping. Furthermore, just look at them! The mother is twenty-six, though you would never guess it from her youthful face! Of course, you can have her warm your bed every night. And the daughter is only ten years old, but breaking her in right in front of her mother is another kind of fun! You can have your pick of mother-daughter combos! Take a good look, everyone!!~~~
The entire crowd went absolutely wild at the announcement, as the mother and daughter were genuinely that breathtakingly beautiful.
”There are dark rumors regarding how those two ended up as slaves,” Elenora noted solemnly.
”Dark rumors?” I asked in response.
”Yes. Their family trading company was small, but they ran a solid operation. It was quite well-liked by the locals as well,” Elenora explained.
”…So what went wrong?” I asked.
”It was due to the mother’s appearance. The chairman of the town’s largest firm, Walter Trading Company, set his sights on her. He always despised their small business. Behind the scenes, he used every foul trick to sabotage their trade and pile debts upon them. He then offered to clear their debt if the mother agreed to become his mistress,” Elenora shared in detail.
”……..,” I listened in silent shock.
”Naturally, she refused his offer. She and her devoted husband worked tirelessly to raise their daughter together. …However, one afternoon, her husband’s carriage suffered a fatal accident while he was purchasing stock. He died on the spot..,” Elenora continued softly.
”…No way. Was that…?” I asked, piecing it together.
”It is merely a rumor, yet people whisper that the head of Walter Trading Company paid off local thugs to orchestrate the incident..,” Elenora murmured quietly.
”………That is… absolutely horrible..,” I replied, shaking my head.
”The mother was utterly heartbroken, yet she worked desperately to raise her daughter alone. …However, one night, a sudden fire broke out at their shop. The flames spread instantly and reduced everything to ashes. Given the speed of the blaze, many suspect arson involving lamp oil,” Elenora explained further.
”What?! Don’t tell me he was behind that as well?!” I blurted out.
”It remains a rumor, but witnesses claimed to see a suspicious figure fleeing the scene directly toward Walter Trading Company,” Elenora said with a bitter look.
”Then why didn’t anyone report it to the town guards?!” I demanded angrily.
”It would be entirely useless. The head of Walter Trading Company is Walter Liegel. He is the younger brother of Viscount Bruno Liegel. Attempting to report him would only result in your own arrest and swift disappearance,” Elenora warned solemnly.
”What?! Tha must be taking the mick!” I gasped out loud.
”Regarding my earlier point–the very day after the shop burned down, debt collectors arrived demanding immediate repayment in full. Walter himself accompanied them, pressuring the pair to become his mistresses in exchange for wiping the debt clean..,” Elenora added darkly.
”The mother and daughter chose slavery and the auction block instead. I believe they hoped to be purchased by anyone other than Walter,” Elenora finished explaining.
”……..Hey, Natalie,” I called out softly.
”Yes. I can secure up to one thousand gold coins in cash right now. …However, given my official position in the Guild, I cannot normally interfere in such matters… But the truth is… that mother is a personal friend of mine. …And with my own limited power, I could do nothing to save her. …Alfred… please… I am begging you… please save them,” Natalie begged as she bowed her head low with a trembling voice.
Looking closely, Natalie had her hands clenched tightly in the hem of her dress as large tears spilled continuously down her face.
”Alfred..,” Elenora called out as well.
When I turned to look at Elenora, her fists were clenched tight and her entire frame was trembling with rage. I locked eyes with her and gave a firm nod.
Bids kept climbing across the room: “…One hundred gold coins! …One hundred twenty! …One hundred twenty-five! …Argh! One hundred thirty over here…”
”…Two hundred gold coins..,” a heavily built man sitting in the front row shouted out loudly.
Looking over, I saw a heavily built man dripping in gaudy, tasteless jewelry, lounging back with women draped over both sides of him. It was painfully obvious that this was Chairman Walter.
…He looks just like Count Bruno…
The chairman was apparently a Special Member of the Commercial Guild as well. I realized he had deliberately taken a front-row seat just to force the mother and daughter to watch themselves get sold to him in front of everyone.
…What a sick, twisted bloke…
”We have two hundred gold coins! Do I hear any other bids? Anyone?” the auctioneer called out to the room.
No other bids came from the crowd down below as the mother’s face twisted in complete despair with tears streaming down her cheeks.
”Hahahaha! Giving up at last, are you! This is what happens when you dare cross me! If you had simply cooperated from the start, none of this would have happened. From tonight onward, I shall give you plenty of attention every single night–oh yes, you had better look forward to it!! Wahahaha..,” Chairman Walter sneered loudly.
”Three hundred gold coins,” I called out firmly from the VIP box.
The sudden bid caught the auctioneer completely off guard, and the entire hall started buzzing with excitement.
”…What?! Who on earth are you?!” Chairman Walter shouted in frustration as he spun around, though he couldn’t see us from that angle.
”…Three hundred ten gold coins!!” Chairman Walter barked back angrily.
”Four hundred gold coins,” I called out, my bid cutting right over Walter’s voice and sending the crowd into an absolute frenzy.
”…Ghh! F-four hundred te–” Walter stammered out before getting cut off.
”Seven hundred,” I declared loudly.
WHOOOOOOAAA-!!! The energy inside the auction house completely exploded.
”Seven hundred gold coins?! Is there anyone willing to match that?!” the auctioneer shouted as his voice crackled with raw excitement.
Walter gritted his teeth in silence as it looked like he had finally run out of options and given up.
”Then sold for seven hundred gold coins!!” the auctioneer declared triumphantly.
WHOOOOOAAAA-!!! The crowd reached a roaring fever pitch.
Through all the noise, I could clearly see the mother and daughter breaking down in relief, holding each other tightly and crying tears of joy. That image stayed burned into my mind for a long time.
And just like that, the auction came to a close.
Trivia:
- Alfred’s use of Natalie’s first name without honorifics is a deliberate power move that instantly shifts her from playful rival to devoted follower, showing his understanding of how to manage people’s emotions.
- The glowing red collar serves both as a punishment tool and a public signal, allowing auction attendees to assess a slave’s temperament instantly without needing to test them directly.
- The rumor about Walter Trading Company suggests the villain follows a pattern of indirect attacks rather than direct confrontation, using debt and accidents to destroy his targets while maintaining plausible deniability.
- The mother is specifically identified as Natalie’s personal friend, making this not just a guild obligation but a deeply personal plea that breaks Natalie’s professional neutrality.
- Walter’s choice to sit in the front row reveals a calculated cruelty—he wants the mother and daughter to watch their own sale to him happen in real-time, adding psychological torment to financial exploitation.
- Alfred’s bidding pattern (300, 400, 700) shows he’s not just competing—he’s deliberately escalating in large jumps to overwhelm Walter and make him back down through sheer intimidation of spending power.