"Step forward, Lot 247."
I was roughly shoved onto the big wooden platform. Below me, a sea of demonesses examined the "merchandise" with expressions ranging from bored indifference to predatory interest.
Welcome to my new life. Or rather, my new death.
My name is Lucian D. Azazel, and three days ago, I died by choking on an Apple. And it was to keep doctors away or something.
I know what everyone is thinking, such a pathetic way to go, how did I ever deserve to get reincarnated or Issekaied? I mean, I didn't even get the visit from the famous Truck-kun for Arceus' sake.
Maybe he only operated on that Island Nation famous for being the land of Hent-Anime, I mean Anime, definitely!!
Oh-you ask why I am praying to Arceus? Well, that's my chosen faith. deal with it, you faithless bastards.
Anyways, coming back to the story. Apparently, the universe has a broken sense of humour, because I woke up in this body: a 16-year-old demon in a world where women ruled over everything, and men were worth less than livestock.
As soon as I got here, I got laden with the heavy debt of my previous body had occurred, getting hooked on some voodoo herb, and died from an overdose.
Being laden with such shitty debt, I was soon arrested as a criminal, and somehow, I ended up here.
....
"Lot 247 is healthy, docile, and moderately attractive," the auctioneer announced. She looked like a succubus with crimson skin and horns that curled like a ram's. "Suitable for domestic 'night service' or light labour. We'll start the bidding at fifty silver."
Fifty silver. That's what my life was worth here.
I scanned the crowd, my stomach churning. This was it, my chosen path in life.
As soon as I became a criminal, they gave me two choices:
1. Get sold as a kept man for a Noble Demoness.
2. Join the military to fight for the Queen.
Now, most protagonists would definitely choose option number two. I mean, why wouldn't you? You get Issekai'd, get a cheat code, or some ancient grandpa in a ring that will teach you everything, but I got nothing after being here for 3 days.
Now, I am a modern person who has never even been in a fistfight. How do you expect me to go and fight demons? So, for my survival, I confidently chose to live my life as a 'Boy Toy.'
And it had nothing to do with the fact that all the women I've seen till now were all muscle mommys. Or the fact that I am a virgin. Nothing at all.
"Do I hear fifty silver?" the auctioneer called.
A hand rose from the crowd.
I squinted to look at my potential buyer, and immediately started to regret my decision.
She was massive. Not tall-massive. Wide-massive. Easily 400 kgs of bulk squeezed into a dress that screamed for mercy. She alone took up enough space for 3 people. Her multiple chins jiggled as she grinned up at me, revealing yellow, rotten teeth.
"Fifty silver for the boy!" she bellowed, licking her lips.
'Oh no. No, no, no, no no, no, NO!!'
"Sixty silver!" Another voice. I turned hopefully and saw an ancient crone who looked like she'd been alive since the dawn of time. Her skeletal hand clutched a wooden staff, and her eyes gleamed with unsettling hunger.
'Oh, Arceus, please, save me!!'
"Seventy!" A third bidder, a muscular ogress with arms like tree trunks. She cracked her knuckles loudly. "I need a new one. The last three broke too easily."
'BROKE TOO EASILY?! WHAT BROKE TOO EASILY?!'
My survival instincts, which had been dormant for most of my previous life, suddenly kicked into overdrive.
"Going once for seventy silver!" the auctioneer announced cheerfully.
The 400-kgs duchess started waddling toward the stage, her eyes locked on me like a cat eyeing a mouse.
"Going twice!"
She reached the platform steps. Her breathing was laboured. She was wheezing my name. "Come here, boy~ I'll treat you real nice~, I bid eighty silver!"
Every cell in my body screamed,
'RUN.'
"And-"
"WAIT!" I shouted as loud as I could.
The entire auction hall fell silent. The auctioneer blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I..." I swallowed hard, my eyes darting between the three nightmares bidding on me. "I choose the military! I want to serve the Queen. Long Live Her Highness!!"
The silence stretched for a moment before the hall erupted in laughter.
"Did he just-"
"The boy wants to die!"
"Idiot! The survival rate is only thirty percent!"
The auctioneer looked genuinely confused. "Young man, are you certain? Military service is... well, it's almost certain death for most boys. And well, you just can't change your decisions willy nilly. Once you enter, the only way out of it is in a body bag."
I glanced at the duchess. She had reached the stage and was reaching for me with sausage-like fingers.
"One hundred per cent certain!" I yelled with complete determination.
The duchess's face fell. "NO!! You can not do this. I already made preparations! I had the chains polished and everything!"
"I'M SURE THEY'RE LOVELY CHAINS, MA'AM, BUT I REALLY MUST DECLINE!"
The auctioneer sighed and waved a hand.
"By the law of the Queen, the Army takes precedence over everything. Since the boy has chosen to go to his death, he will withdraw from the auction and serve in the army. Take him away."
Two guards unshackled me and dragged me toward a different section of the platform, where a female officer stood beside a dozen terrified boys, giving me an amused, almost predatory grin.
As I was shoved into line, I caught the duchess wiping her eyes with a handkerchief the size of a bath towel.
"There, there, Duchess," the auctioneer consoled her. "We have plenty more lots coming up."
The officer beside me, the female officer with a big grin on her face, looked me up and down. "You really chose this over that brat?"
I nodded firmly.
She snorted amusedly. "You're either very brave or very stupid."
"Anything is better than that-" I said, pointing towards the massive duchess "-thing. I will choose death over that any day"
A laugh escaped her lips after hearing my words. "Hahaha, you are a good one, brat. It's a shame you'll soon regret your decision."
"Huh, regret? Why will I regret it?" I asked after suppressing the internal panicking feelings that were rising inside of me.
But she didn't say anything and just went away while grinning to herself.
Soon, the auction continued. More boys were presented. Most chose to be sold. Smart, really. But a few, maybe twelve in total, joined our line. Some looked determined. Most looked like they were about to cry.
One kid, a scrawny fifteen-year-old with brown hair, was openly sobbing. "I don't want to die," he whimpered.
I didn't have any comforting words. Those were only reserved for cute women.
If he is a man, he needs to tough it up. Nodding to myself at my sagely thinking, I just gave that boy a look of disdain.
But at least I'd die on my feet, not in that thing's dungeon, wearing a collar. I felt goosebumps just by thinking about it.
A new female officer came and barked orders, and we were led out of the hall. As we walked through the streets toward the military compound, citizens watched us with a mixture of pity and amusement.
"Look, more boys off to the grinder."
"Give them a month. Half will be dead."
"Generous estimate."
This world was so deep into the Matriarchy that most people looked down on men like we were trash. And to be honest, most were; few could beat a woman if any at all.
So, soon, they started believing they were inferior.
Not me, though.
If nothing else, I was not going to die a virgin and bag myself a muscle mommy if that was the last thing I did!!
As the big rusted iron compound gates loomed ahead, something flickered in the corner of my vision.
A translucent blue screen.
[Detecting Host's Indomitable Will...]
[Finding the most suitable system according to host wishes.....Supreme Conqueror System Initialising...]
[Supreme Conqueror System is online!]
[Welcome, Lucian D. Azazel. Let's get you the strongest muscle dommy mommy in the world.]
I blinked. Once. Twice.
Then I screamed, "What the Hell?!!!"