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The Handsome Slave Is Every Lady's Boytoy?!

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After an unfortunate death, J is reborn as a slave in another world. But not as any slave. 'I'm probably the most handsome man in the world right now!' J, now Lucien, quickly realizes that there is only one path to escaping his fate. Seduce all the ladies, duchesses, princesses, and queens! 'With this System's help, anything is possible!' The Handsome Slave embarks on a quest to make every Lady his own, though that starts with becoming theirs. It starts with becoming their slave, their boy toy!
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Chapter 1 - Handsome Slave

"...!"

His eyes opened wide as he took the deepest breath.

'I'm... I'm alive...? I'm alive!' The momentary confusion quickly gave place to excitement and joy. 'I survived somehow! Thank god!'

Above him was a bright blue sky. The most beautiful sky he had ever laid eyes on. So beautiful in fact, that he momentarily missed the iron cages separating him from that sky.

Foreign voices started to resonate.

"Hey...!"

"Did I just imagine it or...!"

"Oh, my...!"

Two women rushed to his side.

He did not recognize their faces one bit.

"Sit, sit!" They urged, and he did as he was told, slowly sitting up, back against iron bars.

"Where-" He didn't have the time to ask the question.

"Drink!" They ordered, holding bowls of water in his face.

Suddenly feeling thirsty, he did as he was told... Before suddenly spitting it out.

"Slowly, slowly." They said while tapping his back.

They thought he had choked on the water from having drank too fast, but that hadn't been the case at all.

'I... I guess I...' He gulped while staring at his reflection. 'I guess I really did die.'

His face wasn't his own.

In fact, he also noticed that he was slimmer and taller than normal.

'I died and... Jumped into somebody else's body.'

That was the only conclusion he could come to.

Staring at his new face, complicated emotions started to rise and,

'Good riddance!' He shouted internally. 'Goddamn, I must be the most handsome man in the world right now! Holyyy-'

Just as he became excited about the change of bodies and conditions,

Clank-

He had tried to raise a hand to his face, but found himself unable to reach it.

"What... Chains?" He mumbled.

The two women by his side exchanged worried looks. One had a hand on his shoulder, gently massaging it. The other had a hand on his thigh, slowly moving up and down.

"I guess confusion is normal, right?"

"Of course!" The other almost shouted. "We thought Lucien hadn't survived the trip and had died of starvation or something, it's only natural he would be confused!"

"Okay, okay..."

Lucien raised an eyebrow.

"The trip...?"

The two women pressed their lips together, lowered their gazes for a moment, before taking a deep breath.

"What can you remember?" The blonde young woman asked.

"Can you remember your name?" The slightly older blonde's voice almost felt motherly.

"My name...?" She had already said his name. "Lucien. I'm Lucien."

Their eyes immediately lit up.

"Unfortunately that's... That's all I can remember."

"God, I was so scared you had died!" The younger blonde sighed.

"You can say that-"

The older blonde's words were interrupted as a sudden clank resonated from the front.

"Time to shut your traps!" What seemed to be a guard or knight shouted, mounted atop his brown horse. "We're getting close to Lady Frida's estate."

Lucien finally took the time to look around.

There were three caravans, each was pulled by three horses, and each held people in chains.

'Are we prisoners... Or slaves? There must be six, seven of us in each caravan.'

Lucien turned towards his two female saviors and stared with his big, purple pupils.

"What's happening to us?" He asked. "Who's Lady Frida?"

It took a moment frol them to say anything.

"The new Duchess of Ricarnia," The younger answered. "The new Duchess... Requires new servants."

Servants was just a nice way of putting it.

"Were we captured?" Lucien questioned. "Sold?"

"We..."

"We don't know," The older blonde answered. "At least, we don't know how you ended up here. We hadn't... Had the chabce to talk a lot."

"I see." Lucien answered after a moment.

The guard had made his mount slow down enough to check who the talkative new slaves were.

"Oh," He exclaimed, noticing Lucien. "You're finally awake."

Lucien only gave him a momentary glance before moving his gaze to the horizon, where a large and majestic castle stood.

"I'm sorry but..." He started, still staring into the horizon. "Can you remind me of your names?"

"My name is Marie, and this is my daughter, Marianne," The mother said with a beautifully soft smile.

'I can present myself...' Marianne thought as she looked away, almost pouting.

Lucien had no idea what was to come, so he thought that making nice with those around him was his best move for now.

"How... How did the two of you end up here?"

They shyly looked at one another, embarassed of the answer and by the question.

Lucien could understand that. How did you end up here, how did things go so wrong for you, how did you fuck up so badly, all these questions hurt.

"I think... It might help me remember how I..."

"How you...?" Marie echoed as Lucien's words had trailed off.

Marianne tilted her head.

It was almost like Lucien had been frozen with some kind of immobilizing magic.

[Ding!]