Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

"What are you doing, I..."

Paper bag with rice in my left hand, me grabbing the hand of a fairy breed girl in my right hand and walking the city fluttering at night. Water-haired Fairy stares at me like that with a caged eye of emotion... how did this happen?

I'm not sure myself why I decided to "do that". Speaking of which, I wonder because my eyes bothered me...

Eyes like glass balls that look at reality and don't see anything. Me and your eyes. That bothered me so much... I realized I was buying a slave girl with those eyes.

Slave... yes, slave. Nor is that supposed to be an affectionate slave to the average person. In other words, the fairy breed girl I met in the alley is a playful slave. The little fat man who was punching him in the stomach is a slave trader.

I bought a girl from the slaver. I wasn't trying to help the pitiful girl. Not to mention, I didn't even try to make it a gateway to desire. I was just worried about my eyes... and with all the impulse, I was visiting the slaver man for a price.

At first, the man who was trying to get rid of me by saying something like, "This is against slaves" also changed the color of his eyes as soon as he saw the jewels I had properly removed from the item section.

Still, the man smiled disgustingly, "No, but hey, this girl made it a luxury item that was also visible to the noblemen..." It was something I didn't quite try to give the girl, so I took care of it and smashed ten or so jewels there.

The rest of the explanation is simple. A man who finished examining the jewels with his appraisal skills rushed to bring the contract and signed with Sarah there. That's it. Very lightly, the buying and selling of people ended.

Me pulling the girl's hand and walking out of the alley...... from behind "Thank you! Thank you again!" but I never turned around. Who makes a slave trader look like a slave trader... Can't you just buy a slave and say that now?

That's how I took the impulse bought girl home and let her sit on the couch in the living room for now...... I held my head wondering what was going on.

Nothing, I didn't want a slave to play with. However, I was curious about my vain eyes, so I wanted to see some more... but I'm losing that feeling now too. You're the one who's temporarily lost his mind. It's a girl's comic book because I'm worried about her eyes. Exactly, it was an impulsive purchase......

But I can't just turn it back now. Not to mention at a guy who beats up a fine girl...... but honestly, there's no slavery. What am I supposed to do with putting it in the house like this... the girl stared at me staring at me without saying anything, as I did, sooner rather than later, full of regrets.

Then for a while, I was confused about not doing anything. I regret or blame myself these days because I wasn't motivated to do anything... and the more I thought about what was to come, the heavier my body got like lead in it.

I'm full of just myself, but I just met a slave... and I have to live with strangers or something, what a joke...

"Ahhh" or "uhh" or "uhh" or I keep poking at my desk with groans... but when I look up, I see something and jump up at once.

"Hey, what are you doing!?

My voice flipped a little. Because I was upset. No, because. If the girl who sat there just now without being as slight as a mannequin, taking off the clothes she was wearing and being completely naked... who would be surprised?

Me with a rattle and a chair behind me. The girl didn't move a single eyebrow when she saw me panicking like that, and she walked over here.

"Ugh..."

I don't even have a voice in the sight I didn't expect. The girl walks in the living room all the time without even trying to hide her nudity... towards me, walking.

White skin like snow. Slightly puffy chest. Long hair as blue and clear as a lake, illuminated by the light of the moon that plugs into the room. All of them combined, the girl was complete as one "beauty".

Such a girl is in the same room...... she realizes the fact and is accidentally pressured. I can't move one thing.

Eventually, the girl gets to me. Staring at my face... sitting in a chair on both knees in front of me, hands on my thighs.

And just as I started moving that hand to the base of my leg... my curse was broken, as if they were flushing the current.

"Stop, stop!!

I think it was quite a shout. It's like shivering a room, loud...... the girl wasn't surprised by that voice, she stopped moving perfectly like a machine and stared me in the eye.

(What...? Is this what slaves are like...?

It's called not changing one expression at any time, it's called fantastic beauty, it's called motion that I can't feel my will... I don't think of it as a person very much.

It's like, it was in my world, a robot made to imitate humans... yes, the girl in front of me was more like a robot than a fairy breed loving slave.

"... did I make a mistake? Your husband."

Girls like robots are inorganic to their voices. Even though I said I had opened my mouth for the first time, I was more surprised by the voice-color as if I had cut off any emotions than I had spoken.

"Yes, no... why are you doing this..."

"... I am a playful slave. We also know what to do. I'll take care of it. Or does your husband prefer to move on his own?

"That's not what I'm talking about!... Hey, just get dressed."

"... Yes, sir."

I was like, "Why?" I thought they'd ask me back. This guy is a slave to play with. It's supposed to be my job to serve my husband sexually. They stop it and even order you to hide your nudity... why do you honestly follow it?

If he gets tired of it, he'll be dumped everywhere, and if he's going to be the comforter of the filthy men, and if it's our favorite slave who flows to the slave traders, it'll usually be something more desperate.

Once upon a time I saw a loving slave tired of nobility in a certain country. (d) You were a beautiful woman in her late teens... and that's what they were paying off to the slave traders. According to what I heard from an adventurer who was close to me at that time, oh so beautiful a slave can be a part of having a child (a slave at birth) until he dies?

Others were told that the end of the slave with the bearer's dirt. None of this was treated in any way. If this guy is also a slave, you know those things...... but after the girl put her clothes back on as ordered, she said, "Don't throw it away! ♪ And not begging, but just staring at me ♪ Nothing, with glassball-like eyes.

"You... aren't you scared?

"... what is it?

"No, so if they dump you or something... don't you think?

"... will your husband abandon me?

"No, I'm not doing that! Oh, don't go crazy..."

If this was the kind of slave that would sprinkle a fever and touch me with a betta, maybe I would have stuck it back...... no, I wouldn't even be distracted by a guy like that in the first place.

But this guy... he's not particularly bitter when he's beside him. Is it because you don't imitate the slightest penetration into my heart, like the people who took care of me who blocked it?

I'm just there... it's like air. I guess that's why. When people say they're in this house other than me, I didn't feel like kicking them out.

Besides, even though I lost my mind, I bought this girl myself... she'd just be irresponsible to kick me out or throw me away.

But... ahhh! How did this happen...

I'm so full of myself, what are you doing...

"Look, don't do anything. You don't have to be naked, and you don't have to serve me horny. I'll leave you at home, so don't do anything."

"... Yes, sir."

Is it the only salvation this slave girl is going to give me that she will obey me honestly?

"Honestly, don't worry about anything, okay?

"... Yes, sir."

This is the beginning of life with Yumiel, a fairy breed girl who will have a long relationship.

At the time, I was disgusted with my idiocy adding and subtracting impulse to buy a playful slave... but when I think about it later, I think this was a good idea.

This guy... Yumiel's here, so I can get back on my feet.