I'd been told they'd introduce me to a perfectly elegant battle maid, so I followed along—but then white smoke came spewing out of what looked like a sprinkler on the ceiling of the room.
The girl who'd been with me inhaled the smoke and immediately passed out.
After a little while, the smoke cleared and a man entered the room.
In his hand, he clutched a collar of subjugation.
"Tch—you should've just obediently drunk the drink a cute girl handed you and fallen asleep. Making me go through all this trouble… Hey, why aren't you unconscious, huh!?"
That gas doesn't work on me. [Complete Status Ailment Resistance].
More importantly,
"You've shown your true colors. Where's the battle maid?"
"There's no such thing! From now on, you're gonna be a combat slave, got it!?"
She doesn't exist.
"That's terrible—why did you lie to me? I'm hurt. I was looking forward to seeing a battle maid. I guess now I've got no choice but to enslave you after all."
"I said YOU'RE the one becoming a slave! Get in here!"
Three burly men in black suits silently entered the room.
"Our 'White Slave Guild' stocks plenty of combat slaves as well. If you can't overpower them, this conversation is over—so naturally, they're stronger than Orichalcum. Give up already!"
"I'll never let any of you capture me!"
"Take him!"
The man rattled the subjugation collars in his hand.
At that signal, the men in black silently took positions in front of me and diagonally behind me to both sides.
After a brief moment of sizing each other up, the man directly in front of me lunged forward, reaching for me with both hands.
The two behind me attacked as well, staggered by a split second.
I ducked to dodge the hands of the man in black in front of me, but the grasping hands that sliced through empty air erupted with a boom inside the man's clenched fists.
Wait, that's the type that blows up whatever it grabs, isn't it?
At this rate I'd lose all four limbs.
To dodge the two attacking from behind with their slight time delay, I burst out from my crouched position and slammed a vicious tackle straight into the man in black in front of me — a signature move courtesy of a distinguished academy.
"Gwuaaaaagh!"
The instant my shoulder made contact with the man in black, a thunderous explosion detonated and sent him flying backward.
Touching someone with your fist and making them explode — that's one of the Fist Saint's techniques.
I've got the Fist God, so I can do it too. Not just with my fists, either; I can detonate anything I touch anywhere.
I immediately spun around, closed the distance with a Shrink Step, and drove a gut punch into the man in black coming from the right while simultaneously triggering an explosion.
"Gbwohaaah!"
The man coughed up blood and crumpled to the ground.
As for the remaining one, the moment my spinning kick connected — the rest is self-explanatory.
He went flying too, smashed into the wall, and passed out cold.
"No way… the black ops elite squad, taken out by some adventurer like this…"
"They really were strong enough to stand a chance even against an Orichalcum-rank opponent. Now, it's your turn. Slave Choker!"
The subjugation collar was fastened around the neck of the fair-haired, handsome man.
"I-impossible! When did you steal the collar from me?! …Wait, it wasn't stolen…?"
"Then how about you put the collars in your hand onto these men in black over there?"
"W-why should I have to do that?! Ah—my body is moving on its own, waaaaaah!"
The slave collars snap into place on the unconscious men in black.
Then I activate the Slave Choker, transferring command authority over the collars the soliciting man had fitted onto them to me.
"So here's my question — do you guys regularly collect illegal slaves like this?"
"Of course we do! Unrestricted slaves sell for a fortune to the nobility! Training, augmentation, lewd marks, sleep, confinement, bondage, tentacles — the demands never end, and it's our duty to fulfill them!"
Ugh…
Hearing him say that so proudly…
Stop — I'm not denying it, but I really don't want to know.
I glance around the room and spot a magnificent bookshelf standing in one corner.
Among the titles, one catches my eye: "88 Kinks Made Easy with Color Illustrations!"
Author: Aglis Vermilion.
Step-sister.
…Seriously.
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Aglis Vermilion (Allan's Step-Sister)
Skills: [Lady's
Refinement]
[Bestselling Author] [Debutante's Etiquette] [
Stalker]
[Devoted] [Winner]
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