Translator/Editor : Léabyss
I felt like I had dreamed for a long time.
At first, the hellish events that happened to me after coming to this world appeared one after another like a flashing light. It was very painful.
But unexpectedly, everything turned into a soft sensation after a while.
In the dream, the animals that had me cornered licked my mouth. The animals smelled great and I felt, at one point, that they were sleeping close to me to keep me warm.
Then, I realized that I was actually sleeping on something very soft. I woke up immediately.
When I turned around, there was a thick chest plate with huge muscles in front of me.
And what bed am I supposed to be sleeping in?
I try desperately to go through my memory because I don’t find any of this makes sense. I just know … that I was bought by my new master at the slave market and then brought me home. There was another master, but instead of saying hello, I fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
It was a bad thing on my part and as a consequence, they now have a terrible bad impression of me.
Even if the fate of being bought as a slave is hell … I wanted to avoid being beaten. I wanted … to try not to be raped right away.
The world is not very forgiving of me.
The world does not pity me in the least!
I fall into despair almost immediately, but I try to move and get up because it is a fact that I cannot stay that way.
I realized that there was almost no pain in my body.
My right hand and my left foot have splints and the wounds that crossed my abdomen have now been properly treated. I couldn’t understand why, a slave like me, was now cured.
Why?
Is it to last longer?
Or is there some other reason?
When I got up and put my feet down to get out of bed, I caught the signal of a person moving slowly behind me.
“You woke up already.”
My master seems to have opened his eyes.
When I jumped out of bed without hesitation, as if my leg continued to be terribly broken, I fell on the spot and immediately expressed my apologies. I was hoping this would make my torture a little lighter.
“Hey! You’re still not okay! Don’t move so much!”
For some reason, the master gave me a voice laden with panic.
It seems that my master got out of bed and stopped next to me. I feel that he caresses me. There is the sensation of a large hand passing through my hair and resting on my shoulders in a thoughtful way. They had never laid a hand on my head without slapping me afterwards.
They never stroked my head.
“Don’t be so scared. I bought you, but I’m not going to do anything wrong with you.”
When my master puts both hands under my armpits, he picks me up and takes me back to bed.
I don’t know why and I just don’t know what to do to suppress my shaking body. The master sits slowly across from me.
“This is natural when I think about what you’ve been through so far … If you can, why don’t you try to look me in the eye?”
His voice makes me nervous …
I’m shaking and I lift my face when he says
“Look me in the eyes.”
My new master was very big. I don’t know the exact height because I’m sitting, but I’m sure it’s over 2 meters. For some reason his upper body was bare so I could feel the abdominal muscles that were trained. His arms and his thick chest, the one in front of me when I woke up.
The people who bought me before were also great, but that master is a little taller than all of them … And the eyes that look at me are emerald. His beast ears appear behind finely trimmed dark brown hair. His face is also very well detailed and the word “masculine” turns out to suit him perfectly. His beard, which is connected to his sideburns, further emphasizes that illusion of strong wild fertility.
However, I cannot judge him perfectly because I am just a simple slave. People like him don’t treat men like me well.
“Easy, I didn’t expect you to speak right away. My name is Gale, I am a bear. Can you tell me your name?”
Did you ask for my name?
It was the first time since I came to this world that someone asked about something like that.
A slave does not need a name.
It is simply called by the number or it is said like this: “Slave”. Once, the first time, when I said my name … They held me by the neck with both hands, rocking my head to one side and to the other until I could not utter the words I wanted to shout so desperately.
My new master seems to have been thinking about something complicated, with one hand on his forehead and his eyebrows close together … But he was able to stand up and open the door to the room.
“Doug, I’m sorry. Can you come for a moment? He woke up.”
He had called someone in that low misty tone. At the same time, I heard a tremendous sound of someone throwing something from the other side of the door … And desperate footsteps running towards me. Then a big, huge man came in. He opened the door as scandalously as if he had kicked it.
He’s a bit shorter than my master. However, I found that his body also has well-trained muscles. They are so firm that I can even feel them through clothing. His fingers are huge. If his hand is big, all the other parts are surely big too … The eyes that are staring at me are brown and his dull blonde hair is somewhat short. His face is a bit gray and wild but very well organized. The shirt that he had open makes me see very thin golden hairs that grew and curled all over his chest.
There was an air about him that said: Masculine and stubborn .
And suddenly, big animal ears the same color as his hair appeared out of nowhere in front of me. He also had a beautiful long tail that my master didn’t have.
Was that a lion?
Either way, I felt that they were both filled with a very marked charm. They were very different from my adult self when I was in Japan … And to be honest I feel a bit of an inferiority.
“Oh, you’re finally awake! Wow, look at you. It’s true, your eyes are incredibly black … Sorry, I’m Douglas. But please, call me Doug.”
I understood almost instantly that this man was in the same position as my master.
I bowed to Douglas, who greeted me in the same way and appealed very fervently that it was forbidden to speak to them in the same way I did when I was a prisoner.
“There are many phrases that I cannot say …”
“Oh, is it the necklace? Is it a magic slave tool? Were you cursed with a variety of restrictions? Do you have forbidden words?”
I shook my head up and down and they said it was fine.
“Well, it wasn’t just letting your body suffer. Rather, they tortured you by not letting you be free even to talk about it !!”
Douglas looked very angry when he landed a good bang against the nearby wall.
I’m shy now so I jumped as a reflection …
“Doug, relax.”
“Oh I’m sorry. I am not mad at you.”
“Do you know if this magic tool can be removed?”
“No, I don’t know much about it …”
Are you trying to remove this necklace, even though I am a slave? Why would they do that?
When I was thinking about it, Douglas approached me and my head was irretrievably crushed by his hands. I was drawn with his arm and held against his chest.
“It’s OK now. We are not going to let something bad happen to you again. You don’t have to worry anymore, okay? Leave everything in the hands of the adults.”
A kiss settled on my hair.
“That’s why we’re worried about you now.”
“Yes. There should still be some of the Mintz soup. You’re going to have to get used to eating solids little by little … Wait a minute.”
Douglas left the room, but the master stood there, still watching me very closely. When he approached me, he sat down and held both my hands firmly in his.
Although I was always attentive to my master due to his height, he was surely looking at me for another reason. He was expressionless, but I felt a small smile on his lips.
“It must have all been very difficult, but we will protect you from now on. I will repeat it as many times as necessary, I am sorry I bought you in slave form … I do not intend to treat you as one.”
What did that guy say?
A master trying to protect me? A master who is not going to treat me like a slave? There is no way that history is so convenient for me. There is no credit to the master will do something like this.
My master hugged me tightly, he was as kind as Douglas had been before.
“I don’t think you can immediately believe us, but I wish you could trust us. Both me and Doug will take good care of you. I even want you to be happy enough to forget that you were a slave.”
It was the first kind word that I heard in all my time in this world.
Can I really believe in these people? I didn’t want to trust, it was dangerous because … His words permeated my heart.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Tears overflowed one after another as if my lacrimal gland had been ruptured and I continued crying for quite a while longer, my head pressed against my master’s chest. During that time, the master just kept caressing me. I should have done it for a few more minutes, because when I realized my master’s chest was soaked from my tears and my runny nose. I withdrew, looked at it, and looked for something to clean it … But my master took a towel from a nearby shelf and cleaned me up. He dried my face.
“Are you calm?”
The master looked at me with a kind expression, with the corner of his mouth slightly tilted up.
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