Consciousness surfaced. He immediately checked his surroundings.
A cave surrounded by rocks. Traces of the extinguished campfire and the faint smell of charcoal tickling his nose.
The time was unknown. The sun still sat high in the sky, so it was quite bright outside.
It was a bit early to start moving. It was exactly the right time to wake up.
"...Hm?"
The back of his neck felt itchy. Something like a strand of hair was touching it.
When he looked up to see what it was, the slave girl was in his arms.
Her pure white hair had curled up inside his coat.
He reached out and slid his hand into her chest.
While his consciousness was still a little hazy, he enjoyed the feel of the girl’s breast in his hand.
She wiggled, and the warmth in his arms moved.
It seemed she had already woken up. When she sat up in response to his movement, she squatted in a triangle and looked down at him.
White hair with a reddish tint mixed in.
The daylight illuminated her full appearance, which he hadn’t noticed in the night.
He got it. It was understandable that this slave would be sold.
Having another color in her hair was in bad taste.
There was also the possibility of illness, and being thrown away right after birth was not uncommon.
"How’s your voice? Can you speak now?"
"...Ah... u..."
When he asked, a hoarse, thin voice came out.
She shook her head back and forth with a full-furl. She had probably returned to normal, or maybe she couldn’t produce it properly at the moment.
"...Come here a little."
Was she pretending she couldn’t talk now?
He grabbed her arm and pulled her close, then slid his hand into the base of her legs.
"...♡..."
He suddenly touched her sensitive spot. A muffled sound leaked out.
He had thought her mask would peel away from the sudden sexual stimulation, but it didn’t.
She still couldn’t speak. Asking her to talk was difficult. He thought she could at least talk a little to make the boredom bearable, but...
Yeah. I expected too much.
He let go of the girl and sighed.
If he hadn’t sold her, besides carrying luggage there was no proper use for her.
She could probably be used for sex, but taking a play slave on the run was a joke.
It was his fault for doing something and then thinking this, but he sighed at the problem that was about to hit him.
In short, a sex slave was nothing but a burden in his escape life.
It slightly hindered his circumstances. If safety couldn’t be ensured, it was better to discard her no matter what. Otherwise, both Clock and the girl would be in danger.
Given her current condition, the chance of encountering pursuers on the road seemed low.
Even if they were chasing straight, they could make it to the port before being caught up.
What he should be most cautious about was after they reached the port town. As long as they successfully boarded a ship, he could take her with him.
"Well, let’s think about the port after we get there."
Clock’s current goal was overseas escape, and the planned route was from the port town by ship. The port town was chosen because it was the closest to the capital, and he was aiming for the fastest, shortest escape.
What worried him was the Hero.
He didn’t feel like being caught by the soldiers. But the Hero and her companions were unknown.
If they were caught, she would have to be released at the port.
From her perspective, would it be a problem to be suddenly thrown out?
Even if she gained freedom in an unknown town, how would she live? But if he let her go, it would be a little better than following a pursued Clock.
In the end, it was probably better to sell her even if cheaply. For both their sakes.
While looking at the girl, Clock calculated what to do next.
The girl suddenly reached out and touched his lower garment when she felt his gaze.
Her slender fingers stroked his still-hard cock, which had become erect from sleep and fatigue.
Clock, who had been seriously thinking, frowned.
He had thought she was pretty proactive, but he didn’t expect her to initiate it herself.
Had she misunderstood that he was demanding service because he had touched her breasts and secret place and stared?
Well, whatever.
He wanted to depart a little later anyway.
Resting in this kind of place wouldn’t erase the accumulated fatigue, and waking up made his body feel very sluggish.
She was trying to start serving him right now. Clock decided to leave his body to the girl.
"...Amu... chuu, chyuru"
The girl had his penis in her mouth. She did it without any instruction. What a convenient slave.
Most girls hated blowjob and tended to go for handjob, but she showed no reluctance and actively tried to please him. What a girl who knew how to make a man happy.
"...Chyuru... chyupu, jyupu, jyupu..."
"Wah?! "
The girl rolled his cock around in her mouth for a moment, then suddenly started piston action deep inside.
She moved her head up and down vigorously and attacked his genitals with vulgar sounds.
That was intense. Or rather, this girl was amazing.
He had imagined something slow, but it turned out to be a serious blowjob right from the start.
The abnormal way she used her tongue shocked him.
She narrowed her lips, sucked the air out of her mouth, and took his entire cock into her cheeks.
When pulling out, she wrapped her tongue around it; when inserting, she dragged her tongue over the tip as if swallowing toward her throat.
She had become incredibly skilled in one night.
She must have had a lot of talent. He was amazed at how much she had improved.
Passionate service to his cock. The desire to ejaculate was suddenly ignited by the stimulation that woke up his still-awakening brain.
"Guh...!!"
Bububu! Byubu! Byururu!
He reflexively pressed the girl’s head down.
He released into her mouth and flushed out the filth.
He had no time to enjoy it. The penis, which had been taken to the limit in an instant, violently ejected sperm with a scream.
The slave girl accepted the flying genes without changing her expression.
While semen poured in, she swallowed with a throat sound as if she knew exactly what to do.
After ejaculation stopped, the girl who had swallowed it down looked satisfied even though her expression was blank.
She had pleased her master. She was happy she had done her role well.
This girl...
No, it didn’t feel that way.
Her demeanor looked like an arrogant female who had won against the man.
She had the atmosphere of a woman he had experienced many times. As a slave, she seemed like a foolish young girl who had mistaken her own position.
"...Tch."
Clock showed his displeasure with a tongue click.
The girl blinked when she saw Clock’s reaction.
He pulled her arms and rolled her onto the blanket.
He grabbed her legs and forced her into all fours.
He gripped her hips and thrust her exposed pussy out toward the man.
When he aimed his still-hard penis at her crotch and pressed the tip in—
Pashin!!
"...♡!? "
The girl let out a loud moan.
Her body jumped in response as he pushed his hips forward.
The tip sank with a squelch. He swung his hand down and slapped her soft ass.
The sound of skin slapping echoed in the cave, and his hips pushed in with it.
The girl’s body twitched and spasmed, expressing her surprise with her whole form.
Instead of caressing, he spanked her ass and firmly took the small girl in.
He forced the insertion and continued swinging while enjoying the tight squeeze of her pussy.
He made Pashin sounds and carved red marks on her peach butt.
"Why are you making that smug face? Do you know your own position, you idiot?"
The girl panicked and looked back.