"Hey, how much experience do you have?"
He pulled his lips away and asked.
The girl gave a slight pause, then shook her head from side to side.
Just a light kiss had made her cheeks flush red, and her breathing was a little rough.
A fresh reaction. It was probably true that she had no sexual experience.
It was rare for a slave with this appearance and age to be a virgin.
The girl was looking up at him with glistening golden eyes.
When he roughly stroked her cheek, she closed her eyes in ecstasy and leaned against him.
She was acting spoiled.
He reached for her neck and gently tickled her.
This time she clung to him tightly. A bit of rough breathing, and she surrendered with her whole body.
The girl buried her face in Clock’s shoulder.
There was a strange feeling in that gesture that didn’t fit a slave.
If she had been kept for a long time, that was one thing, but a slave suddenly doing such things to a new owner was unusual. Maybe she hadn’t lived as a slave for long.
He remembered she hadn’t shown much fatigue during the journey either.
Maybe she had been sold very recently.
He captured her lips again.
"...♡"
A faint moan leaked from the girl’s mouth for a moment.
She hadn’t been made to stay silent.
While kissing her, he moved his hand down to her thighs and stroked.
A light caress that made a whore look good, designed to arouse her. He touched her young skin as if checking the feel, then slowly moved his fingers toward her crotch.
"...♡...♥"
When he reached the area around her hips, she started writhing so clearly it was audible.
She rubbed her legs together restlessly.
If it was that loud, it wasn’t just imagination. This girl could make sounds.
She couldn’t speak, but she could make noise.
In other words, her mutism wasn’t a physical problem—it was mental.
No magic or contract seal was involved.
Mental reason. What could it be?
Common talk went like "she lost her voice after experiencing extreme terror."
He didn’t have the detailed knowledge, but that was his guess.
"...Hm?"
As he greedily explored her mouth, he felt something against his groin.
His hand slid into her lower garment and gripped his cock.
With a smooth motion, his flesh rod was exposed to the air.
...She really is a virgin?
Her actions were surprisingly proactive.
It felt like an experienced introduction or something.
Even a woman having sex for the first time sometimes reached for a man’s cock on her own.
Girls had interest in the opposite sex too. A proper lady might pretend to accidentally touch your dick with the back of her hand or do cute things like that.
But a virgin reaching out and pulling out a cock while kissing him was new.
When he released her lips, the girl faced his cock herself.
The girl stared fixedly. She was probably thinking about what she would do with it now.
Her ears were faintly red.
What would he do next? It was interesting, so he decided to watch.
She brought her face close enough that her nose almost brushed his cock and looked at it curiously.
After a short pause, she made a decision and grabbed his cock with both hands.
Then she started moving it up and down.
Was she trying to show off her own effort?
She was a slave, after all. Different from ordinary commoner girls.
A slave had to please her master. If she was disliked, living would become very hard.
Before being told, she proactively served. The way she acted was normal for trying to be liked.
"Use your mouth. Try with your mouth."
He gave an additional instruction.
He didn’t dislike handjob, but for service he wanted her to do blowjob.
The girl followed silently when she heard the instruction.
She took his cock into her mouth without hesitation or shyness.
A jolt ran through him like electricity. The sensation of her tongue moving inside and gliding over the sensitive tip traveled up.
She stopped moving for a moment, as if unsure what to do.
She changed her posture once, then started up and down. She sat back against the wall and straddled Clock while squatting, sucking his cock. She seemed unfamiliar with easy movement.
"...♡...♥"
"...Good. That’s it."
He had just tried it for the moment, but it wasn’t bad at all.
Her movements were completely inexperienced. She wasn’t using her tongue and was just doing up and down. She was careful not to hit her teeth, so her mouth wrapped around his cock with slow, wet movements brought a pleasant feeling like he was soaking in a warm bath.
Her long hair swayed against his thighs, and the tickle added to the pleasure.
Aside from her looks, she had future potential in sexual technique.
That was what they meant by "polish her and she’ll shine."
"Keep doing it like that."
His interest was piqued by the unexpected mood swing.
He pulled up her gown and exposed her white hips.
A plump, round butt like a ripe fruit. Considering how thin she was, it wasn’t bad at all.
Even though she was skinny, her body was properly that of a girl.
He reached into the girl’s important place.
The sensation of her skin radiating intense warmth and the wet slit.
It was already drenched far more than he needed to see.
While watching her rough breathing, he lightly stroked the girl’s inner thighs with his fingers. He scooped up a handful of her long white hair and pushed his fingers inside her.
"...♡!! ...♡..."
Her moans grew louder.
There might have been some pain, but he ignored it and prepared to insert.
He gently massaged the entrance, spreading the overflowing love juices to make it easier.
No need to be careful with a slave. If she cried, he would force it.
Humans in the world thought that way to some extent. Men and women alike.
But Clock didn’t like that kind of thing.
He preferred the opposite—women getting pleasure while being violated by a reluctant man. That was his flavor.
The girl occasionally let out muffled voices and worked her head up and down desperately.
He let her do whatever she wanted for a while, but she was still a virgin.
The moment she was in his mouth had been pleasant, but honestly he thought she wouldn’t be satisfied with this movement once she got used to it.
"That’s enough. There’s a blanket in the bag. Spread it."
He stopped the blowjob.
She glanced at him once as if she wanted to say something, then took the blanket from the bag as instructed.
Was she thinking she hadn’t been satisfied?
It was probably hard for an inexperienced girl to keep serving till the end, but if she didn’t know that, she might have felt a little worry as a slave.
He would make her do this over and over so she would learn.
She would get good eventually.
He laid out the blanket. The girl looked back at him.
He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down.
He gripped her slender legs and spread them, sliding his body between them.
Not a single pubic hair. Well, with her build, that was fine.
He forced her legs open against her will as they tried to close, exposing her secret place.
A pink slit on white skin. The virgin pussy of a girl who had never been touched by anyone reflected the flickering light of the campfire.
"Haah... haah...♡"
The girl’s breathing was rough.
Tense and excited mixed together. She was sweating like after a light run, and her long hair stuck to her forehead.
She didn’t look like she was afraid, but the flushed look on her face was pure erotic female charm. No matter how he looked at it, she was nothing but an aroused female in heat.
He pressed his cock against her pussy entrance.
The girl twitched.
He didn’t insert yet. He rubbed the overflowing love juices from her on his tip as if teasing.
When he lightly pushed against her slit, his cock slipped in with a wet sound.
She was tense, so a slight tremor ran through her.
Should he kiss her again?
But if he did, it might cause a misunderstanding.
She was stolen for sale.
While he had her, he would only make her carry luggage and have sex.
Clock had no intention of raising her.