Dragon’s Legacy

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“If you want to go, you need to use one of the language acquisition pills you received earlier. Because if you don't, the language doesn't work. ”

“Ugh, damn it. What a waste.”

When I think about it, if I buy slavery, I have to give a pill for language acquisition so that I can write in Korean. I tried to use it when I learned English and Japanese, but I felt like it was being used in such meaningless places.

However, the poem, which was desperate to save slavery, took the pill for language acquisition from the subspace and ate it right away.

“Choose Rochelle, the Roman language. ”

Though there were no open spears, a slight tingling sensation occurred in the side of the brain that quickly disappeared after thinking of Rochelle, the Romance language. Maybe he was forced to inject a language.

“Just think about what language the Pope will acquire when you feed him. ”

“But am I going alone? ”

“I follow, but there's a limit to where I can go. I won't be able to leave the manager's mansion, so I'll ask the manager of that planet for guidance from the Pope. Isn't that enough for you? ”

“Well, should I? ”

I'm trembling. My legs are shaking so much. I was too nervous to let Cornz stick someone on that planet. I would normally be nervous to travel to another country, but this was another planet, not another country. It makes no sense not to tremble.

“Here! Let's go! ”

Konz drags the situation slightly holding back to avoid going inside the gate.

The manager was a clumsy middle-aged man. When Konz asked the manager to show him where to buy slavery, he gave him a wagon and a guide, and now he was riding the wagon in the middle of the afternoon on the road to the Rochelle planet, the capital of the Lamun Empire.

Civilizations on this planet were similar to the Middle Ages of the Earth. So were the structures and patterns of the buildings that were piled up, and the clothing that people wore.

That's why the poet came to this planet and the first thing he did was change his clothes. The clothes you wore on earth will be so spicy that you wear them as a garment here.

The appearance of the people here felt like a mix of East and West. It was a little bit closer to being Caucasian and had black hair. I felt less disconnected even if I bought slavery just because I thought you were a half-breed if I brought it back to Earth.

“My Lord, we're almost there. ”

Soon after, the wagon stopped, and the old man in his 50s, who was in charge of the poetry, politely opened the wagon door.

When the city got out of the wagon, there was a large building that said [Lumen Slave Exchange]. It was a little awkward that I was buying and selling people, but I felt a little numb to such moral notions because it was a different world and not Earth at all.

“Oh, welcome. My name is Cooman. I'll be happy to walk you through it. ”

When the poem entered the building, a crafty 40-year-old man brought the poem to the reception room.

“Thank you so much for your precious steps. What kind of slave do you want? ”

I got right to the point, scared of sitting on the chair.

“Hmmm, a woman's oar. ”

The poem almost died of embarrassment because of this short speech.

“Ah! You're looking for a slave for sex slavery. Very nice of you to come. Roman Slavery is the best slave exchange in the world. ”

“Well, I see. ”

“At what price point do you think it is? ”

The poem now had 50,000 rupees. Cornes exchanged it for roughly KRW 5 million in global money, which he said would get slavery for the commodities.

“About 50,000 Lucy. ”

“Oh! At that price, you'll still be able to find a virgin and a decent taste in slavery. So, this way, please. ”

If 50,000 Lucy was worth a lot of money, Kuman, who flashed his eyes, took the situation without hesitation. Then we had a visit that said [Excellent], where six women with ribbons on their necks waited naked.

“Gather around! Here comes your new master! ”

When Kuman brought the poem to the chair in the middle of the room, the six women stood side by side in front of the poem.

“Here, pick one. It's okay to touch it, but don't put your hand in the vagina. If a virgin's veil is destroyed while you're touching it, you'll have to compensate triple the price of slavery. ”

Kuman was cautious because of the occasional damage to the virgin veil by bruising the slave too harshly, but the poem dared not to touch her breasts easily and was cool.

“How's he doing? ”

The poem hesitated, and Kuman brought a woman in front of the poem to spread her legs and expose the vagina aggressively.

“Isn't it really okay for you to have a fine note? It's so noisy, it's so rare for such a beautiful child.

Kuman said as he tried to make the noise more prominent.

Usually, the situation sounds like a strip show in front of your eyes, but it's just an erection now. Six women are staring at the situation with tense and scared eyes, and Kuman is tired of staring at the situation with his face. It's strange that he's not a pervert.

After everyone acted too aggressively, I began to get a little immersed in the atmosphere that everyone was acting like this. So I was still embarrassed, but not as embarrassed as I was the first time.

The atmosphere would be the same, but I felt a little courageous, so I carefully examined each of the women. The first thing I saw was a face, but unfortunately, not all six of them were the type that the situation liked. In fact, all six of these people were long arms and legs, and their faces were quite western, and their breasts were ignorant. This was far from his favorite style.

“I don't know.”

“These kids don't look so good. Let's go to the other room. ”

Just like a decades-old slaver, Kuman immediately realized that the Pope didn't like the slaves here, and showed the women to another room. But it was bad because all women felt similar.

Some people will ask you if you can just buy any slave and have sex and choose something sensitive, but there's a very good example that we can all relate to. It is the Adalt video of Japan or the West, AV.

We find our favorite AV actors. Even if I like my face or body, if I don't like the smoke or concept, I want another actor or I want another piece. It was like this. No one would accept it if you told them to watch the beast and hit their daughter.

However, even though the poem examined the slaves carefully, it was humans living on other planets.

After seeing several rooms, the situation was not satisfied, Kuman was heading back to the reception room to get to know the taste of the situation.

Kuman was a little embarrassed. Usually, I bought my favorite slave in just a few rooms, but the poem was too difficult.

“What should I do with this? They're 50,000 Lucy, and they're more than the finest slaves, so you have to give them 100,000 Lucy. ”

I thought I could buy 5 million won of slavery, and the poem dared to invest with tears, but 10 million won was too expensive. I also thought it would be better not to live like this.

“Tsk, just some ugly bitches. ”

At that time, I opened a visit that said "subordinate" and came out with a frowny face.

The situation surprised me when I looked at the visit without thinking much. Among the children who just said that the young man was ugly, there was a girl whose favorite type was the poem, and it was written on her profile that she was a virgin.

If you look at the silver paper, you can guess the taste of the poem, but the poem was not the most important thing, nor was it the slim body. I like a woman who looks cute and small enough to fit into her body. However, I did not dislike tall and tall women like Jiyoung, but I analyzed it myself because I was instinctively crippled when I saw such women.

And one of those kids was in a room marked "junior."

“Can I go in there? ”

“Lesser? ”

Kuman's face is slightly frowned. I don't think that's a good idea.

“One thing to note is that minor slaves are a mix of virgins and virgins, roughly put together by the daughter of a peasant or slave. If you buy a non-virgin slave, there is no refund. ”

“I understand.”

He was a poet who would win a virgin distinguishing contest, so he went straight into the room and sat on a chair in the middle. Then, seven naked women were lined up in front of the poem as before.

The poem examines the profile. Two of the seven were virgins, and one of them was a child of interest to the poem. I didn't wash properly and looked a little kinky, but I really liked the unique charm of the Russian and Korean mix. Especially when it was close to Korean people, it felt like a slightly mixed feeling. And even though the big eyes were round and not having plastic surgery, they were similar in size to celebrities, and their noses were crooked and their lips were full of cat charm. I couldn't understand why this kind of talent would only rot in the basement.

[Aru]

[Age: 19]

[Height: 151.1cm]

[Weight: 38kg]

[Chest size: 65AA]

[Number of Sexs: None]

[Pregnancy Status: No]

[Vital Symphony: Axillary]

Another new piece of information was added to your profile. It seems to have changed as you reached level 2, but you have an unprecedented main vocal cord. The palate of the aru that the poem was looking at was the armpit, but it seemed to exclude the natural part of the absent clitoris or nipple.

“How's he doing? At the very least, the color is the best here. ”

Kuman has brought another strange-looking child.

“No, I like this one over here. ”

The poem points to the aru on the far right. At the moment the poem pointed out, Aru opened his eyes in a circle, making an unbelievable face, then lowered his head while shaking his hands and legs.

“Oh, really? ”

Kuman didn't say much, but he thought the taste of the poem was unique. Aru's breasts were so small that his face was so ugly that he could say, "Even if I give it to you, you won't eat it." The reason such an aru could be in the lowest class was because it was possible because it was a virgin.

What was different about each other's beauty was inevitable. It was natural to have a different beauty because life, environment, and planets were different in the changing courtyard despite times.

“What should I do if I want to buy it? ”

“Fill out the contract and take the slave certificate. Do you want to go to the reception room? Get dressed and come with me. ”

He wore a raggedy outfit in the wardrobe and followed the cowardly poem and Kuman.

Earlier, when he returned to the reception room, he signed the contract and paid 5000 rupees and received Aru's certificate of slavery.

“Thank you. Please try again next time. ”

After the contract was concluded, Kuman led the situation to the entrance of the building. He was a guest who paid only 5000 rupees, but the smell of a wealthy man who could pay more than 50,000 rupees was as delicate as it smelled.

“Get in. Let's go home. ”

“Yes, Lord. ”

Aru dared not even look him in the eye and bowed his head. Then, he was surprised by the words of the poem, and he got on the wagon.

I was so excited to hear that the poem was the owner that I could hardly feel the anus. It was a similar pleasure to the first time I heard Eun-si say "brother."

“Hehe.”

I tried to endure it, but it was so good that a smile came out. The wagon left after riding to the town with a smile.

The poem sat across from the aru and carefully examined the aru again.

He was incredibly small because he was 19 years old, but it was one of the natural things to grow up in an environment where quality of life was poor and he could not get enough nutrition. Even in my country, the average male height was 163 100 years ago.

Although I couldn't wash properly now, my face was dirty and my hair was dirty, the more I saw it, the more I was increasingly cute. The situation was so touching when a pretty girl like this became her perfect possession for only 500,000 won. Now Aroo was able to do all kinds of things and things that he thought about.

But Aru smelled a lot.

“I'm going to have to kick this. ”

The poem took out a odor elimination necklace from the sub-space and hung it on Aru's neck. Aru dared not move as if it were ice when he touched his body.

The terrible stench of the necklace almost disappeared in an instant. Even though there was residual odor inside the wagon, it was tolerable enough.

Aru knew that the poet had tied a rope around his neck to prevent him from escaping, and he almost peed in fear. However, knowing that it was a beautiful green necklace, he did not understand what it meant to do this favor to a lowly slave like himself.

Aru has always been ridiculed from childhood that he is ugly but too ugly around him. That's why even the slave masters abandoned him and sold him into slavery and became a minor slave. If minor slaves are not sold within a year, they will either go where the war is and be sold as arrowheads for all kinds of mischief, or they will be sold to labor stations that sell mines all day long.

Being born as a farmer in the first place, you have to work hard until you die. You are treated like a dog and a pig, but you can still sleep at home and eat. However, if you cannot be sold as a minor slave and are dragged to war, you will become miserable enough to die at least once.

Aru was actually giving up. He knew he was too ugly, and he knew his breasts were so small that he had no appeal to men. So no one had ever paid 5000 rupees to buy themselves. Given that 50 rupees is a month's worth of labor and income, 5000 rupees is an unimaginable amount of money. However, after nine months of slavery, his master appeared.

Earlier, I was so happy that I almost cried at the moment when the poem designated me, but I endured with all my strength that I was afraid that if I shed tears, I would go away without buying myself.

“What's your name? ”

The poem said in a stirring voice. He thought he was his slave, so he had to look solemn. Of course, his voice was the only one, and his eyes were constantly searching Aru's body.

“Ah, Aru. My Lord."

Aru's voice trembles with fear and tension.

“That's a pretty name. Hehe.”

The poem was strong only in front of Aru, the abbreviation, without being able to say this in front of Eun or Jiyoung.

“Hang in there. I'm coming.”

The poem swoops down to the side of the aru and rubs its shoulders.

“Oh, no. My Lord, I'm fine. ”

Aru is anxious. He is more anxious than happy to treat an ugly slave like himself like this.

The poem shrouds the shoulders of the aru and gently tucks his hand into the falling rag. The poem carefully tickled and looked at Aru's face as the nipple hit the small chest.

I was worried that I might dislike it, but Aru was still trembling with a tense expression, and there was no expression that he disliked or hated because he touched his heart.

Aru's breasts were small. It says 65AA in the profile window, which means that the circumference of the bust is 65, AA is AA when the upper chest, including the nipple, has a difference of about 7.5 cm when the lower chest, without the bust, has a B cup if it is over 12.5 cm, and C cup if it is over 15 cm. So in summary, 60, 65, 70 means that the smaller the number, the thinner it is, and 80, 90 means that the fatter it gets.

At first, the poem gently touched the breasts, but over time, he stroked the breasts explicitly. I didn't feel as rich as I felt in one hand, but I also had a little bit of charm. Particularly, Aru's nipples were slightly bigger than silver or Jiyoung, and it was fun to touch them.

“Sir, we're almost there. ”

“Testimony, let's get out. ”

I was having fun for a long time, but when the wagon door opened, the angry man immediately let go and coughed.

It was a mansion big enough to use a bored expression that the mouth would open. Although the poem was not very impressive because his Quezron was much bigger than this castle and there were too many large buildings on the earth, Aru was moved into a mansion several times larger than the previous owner of the Plantation.

The old man led him to the manager's room, and as the poem and aru entered, there was a clumsy manager and Konz.

“Let's go back! ”

When the situation came, Konz said with a bright smile.

“Thank you for your help. ”

“Gazena.”

In the greeting of the poem, the manager nodded and simply replied.

There was a manager and an aru, so I was a little embarrassed to change my clothes, but the poem quickly changed into the frozen aru's hand, holding the gate open by Konz.

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