Akashi lived a normal life in a small village. It was everything he had ever wanted.
Despite his ordinary life, for some reason, most girls took a liking to him. Still just sixteen, he was innocent and knew little of the world.
Every day was spent playing with his friends and spending time with his family.
But one day, demons invaded the village. Akashi was confused, not understanding what was happening. His parents, in a panic, hid him in a closet.
Seeing the fear and urgency in his parents' faces, his father spoke "Don't utter a sound and quickly hide in the closet".
he obediently did as they said.
One hour passed—screams and terror filled the air. He covered his ears.
Two hours… It was still the same.
Three hours… Silence. Utter silence.a dreadful silent fear consumes him
His heartbeat quickened. Fear gripped him, and horror filled his eyes.
He left the closet and stepped into a scene of utter destruction.
Fire consumed homes. Everything was in ruins.
As he looked around, several people on horseback appeared, clad in knights' clothing. A girl's voice called out, "Survivor!"
The riders approached. They whispered among themselves, staring at his face—extremely handsome, delicate, almost otherworldly. His small, fragile body only added to his charm.
One of them dismounted, and without warning, they placed handcuffs on his wrists and a chain around his neck.
It was heavy. He was confused, helpless, not knowing what to do. One of the knights lifted him onto a horse.
With a naive, tearful voice, he asked, "What is happening right now?"
They didn't respond. Not one of them even looked at him with pity.
He clenched his teeth, fighting back tears. Everything was happening too fast. Eventually, they stopped to make camp.
Still bound by chains, his fragile body was treated with no care. They shoved him off the horse like he was nothing.
With dull, hollow eyes, he curled into a ball. One of them tossed him a piece of bread.
Despite the pain, despite having lost everything—he ate it.
Tears streamed down his face as he chewed. Sobs… Sobs… Sobs… He felt completely alone.
A day passed. They woke him with a slap to the face. Unused to such treatment, he scratched at his cheek, silently enduring.
The journey continued.
They arrived at a massive kingdom. The gate bore the words "Auxiliary Kingdom." Life bustled inside—people buying, selling, trading.
His hollow eyes showed a flicker of interest.
They brought him to a large auction house, filled with people. After a while, a fat, older woman with bright lipstick approached, looking at him with a gleam of satisfaction.
She smiled.
Then, everyone who had brought him there simply left.
He was thrown into a cage—bound and helpless.
Time passed. The fat woman boasted loudly about the new slave: a boy with an incredibly alluring, almost unreal beauty. Ocean-blue hair, piercing black eyes. Fragile, small, but irresistibly charming.
Among the crowd was Lucy, princess of the Auxiliary Kingdom. She had come to purchase personal maids and labor slaves—but the description caught her attention.
If the boy was truly as described, she would consider buying him.
She waited with anticipation as the auction began.
Buying slaves was common—butiin every kingdom, touching one without consent triggered a curse. A cursed noble would bear a mark on their forehead, branding them a disgrace. Many nobles had lost their status this way.
Lucy bought a few maids as she waited. But her anticipation only grew.
Then the fat woman announced the next slave—him.
The crowd fell silent. Gasps, flushed faces, perverted smiles—her exaggerated claims were real. He was more beautiful than even her words could convey.
"Starting bid: 1,000 gold coins!" the woman called.
"1,500 gold!"
"2,000 gold!"
"3,000 gold!"
It was unheard of. Most slaves sold for 100–1,000 coins.
"15,000 gold coins!" a deep, alluring voice shouted.
Silence followed.
All eyes turned. It was the princess.
No one dared to bid further.
"Sold! To the Second Princess!" the fat woman beamed.
Akashi's gaze turned even more hollow. He muttered, "Am I some kind of tool…?" His voice was laced with sorrow and confusion.
The auction ended. The fat woman unlocked his cage.
A tall, elegant girl with golden hair and blue eyes approached—Princess Lucy. Her beauty was like that of a goddess. She looked at him with bright eyes and joy on her face.
Noticing his fragile form, she gestured for the shackles to be removed.
A servant performed a spell. A slave mark appeared on him.
Satisfied, Lucy beckoned him to follow.
They left the auction house. Many stared—at him, not her. Lucy scoffed coldly and pulled him toward her carriage.
Looking up, he asked softly, "How may I address you?" His voice was quiet, nearly emotionless.
He finally understood—he was a slave now. Her commands were absolute. Helplessness consumed him.
"Majesty," she replied calmly, though excitement shimmered beneath her tone.
He nodded and said nothing more.
She then asked, "What's your name?"
"…Akashi," he replied in a soft voice, eyes still dull.
Lucy nodded, clearly curious about his origins but choosing not to pry.
Hours passed as they traveled. Finally, they reached their destination—a magnificent mansion, surrounded by gardens and fountains. The gates were grand. Servants and maids bustled about.
Akashi's eyes showed a flicker of curiosity and wonder. He had never seen such luxury.
Lucy noticed his expression and smiled. Gently, she took his small hand.
They walked for several minutes, eventually arriving at a grand spring bath.
My gaze a bit confused my hallow eyes seems to show some clarity now.
She suddenly Strip only leaving the one in my private part she lift me eagerly and put me to bath
She smile her face a bit flush and possessiveness hmm finnaly i found a perfect stuff toy
Her mind going wild Lucy first thought was too Bath me first and looking at his body she is satisfied though even it's a bit skinny.
She planned to feed him more atleast once done.