I'm stuck in this cold prison, but I don't regret a thing.
Who else could fuck like I did?
But they could at least give me some clothes. I've been naked since yesterday, and it's freezing to death.
I already miss Verdia's soft skin.
"Here. Open up."
Soon, Verdia's husband showed up, flanked by several soldiers.
Without warning, they blindfolded me with a cloth sack and doused me with ice-cold water.
"Gasp!"
It was so cold it felt like my breath would stop right there.
Through the cloth, I could make out the flickering torchlight and her husband's furious, trembling face.
"Do you even know who you touched?"
"...A ridiculously hot married woman."
Splash!
They dumped another bucket of ice water over me from head to toe. I nearly passed out on the spot.
"She wasn't some woman a worthless otherworlder like you could touch."
Wherever I go, I hear the same crap.
"Any last words before you die?"
"Ahh..."
I gripped my fading consciousness and steadied my voice.
"Your wife... her tits and pussy were top-notch..."
"..."
"This bastard..."
"Family Head. Are you all right? You don't need to listen to this vulgar scum. We'll handle the rest..."
"Out."
"Pardon?"
"I'll handle it myself. I said get out."
"Y-yes, sir."
So this is it—tortured to death by her raging husband.
I don't want to die, but no escape comes to mind in this mess.
Maybe it's a fitting end for a guy like me... Guess I have no choice but to accept it.
Suddenly, they yanked off the blindfold.
Unexpectedly, the man was staring at me with calm eyes, observing me closely.
"How can you be so composed with death staring you down?"
"Too many creampies... I'm just exhausted..."
"...Is that the kind of world you come from? One where everyone just accepts it when you steal another man's woman?"
What the hell?
He knows I'm from another world?
...Come to think of it, he called me an otherworlder earlier.
"I fled to my world too, hearing the screams of a man whose wife was stolen—just like you."
"And yet you show no remorse and commit the same crime again. What a trashy thug."
His words made me chuckle.
Even here, same old insults.
I knew he wasn't speaking Korean or whatever, but strangely, his words came through clear as my native tongue.
Mine must translate the same way for him. No idea how it works, but...
It bought me time, at least.
If I play along with his venting, maybe a way out appears...
"You're right. That's how I've lived, and I don't know any other way."
"If I let you go, you'll do the same thing again?"
"Damn right. I'll sweet-talk Verdia into letting me creampie her."
"..."
His gaze nailed to my cock.
"Don't love guys staring, but..."
"How big does it get when hard?"
"Why ask that? Way bigger than now."
"Right here, right now?"
"My pride and joy."
"Hmm..."
What the hell is he getting at, sizing me up like this?
No clue.
"My name is Batino. What's yours?"
"Geum Taeyang."
"Ever thought of becoming my slave? Do that, and I'll spare you."
What?
His slave? Not thrilled about that, but...
If it means living.
"...That's the look. Already scheming to devour my wife again."
"...Spare me, and I'll be your slave."
Batino unlocked the restraints on my arms and tossed me a dry towel.
I frantically wiped the water off my body, shivering uncontrollably.
Cold. Felt like my skin was ripping.
"Address me as Lord Batino."
"Yes, Lord Batino."
"Do you understand why I made you my slave?"
"Not really."
I had a hunch, but played dumb.
Not like he's gonna say, 'You fucked my wife, so now I fuck you.' Better bite my tongue and die than get my ass reamed.
Like it or not, my life was in Batino's hands. Nothing to assume lightly.
"Let me teach you some vital common sense. If you're to live here, etch this in your mind."
"Every otherworlder who arrives in this city automatically becomes a slave."
"A slave..."
"Slave ranks depend on their training and owner."
"Under my protection, no one can look down on you."
As expected, he's a big shot.
"What do you want in return for sparing me?"
"I've never seen anything like it."
"Pardon?"
"...My wife, completely undone, squirting as she climaxed like mad."
"..."
"Never imagined it possible."
"Verdia moaning like a beast, lost in cock frenzy... Nothing like the pure woman I knew."
"Some faces, she can't show her husband."
Bit early to conclude, but...
In my view...
This noble's pissed about me fucking his wife, sure, but not enough to kill me over it.
Hell, he almost seemed excited discovering her secret side.
"I never expected to feel this way myself."
"But seeing my wife collapse, unleashing unheard-of moans... It was like beholding a masterpiece."
"..."
"No trainer could replicate that."
"So..."
"You want me to fuck Verdia more?"
"Don't rush it."
I bowed my head before the stern Batino.
"Sorry."
"No, it's perfect. That temperament of yours. Watching your mad hip thrusts up close..."
"I was captivated by the masterpiece. I want you by my side, savoring your works bit by bit."
"..."
Lucky break.
"Honestly, it's a blessing I never dreamed of."
"Not bad for you either. Good chance to learn about this world."
"Whenever you wish, Lord Batino, I'll make sure you see Verdia's lewd side."
"Keep our talk secret."
"Even from Verdia."
"Yes."
No way he'd brag about kinky tastes like that.
Happened back home too.
Guys thrilled handing off their flawless wives to others.
Works for me.
"I'll cook up some excuse. Someone'll come get you soon. For now, tell others you're a trainer."
"...Trainer?"
What the hell's that?
I've turned plenty of milfy moms into cock-obsessed sluts, but never heard of it as a job.
Batino caught my look.
"In this world—or this city, at least—it's a common profession."
"Pretend to be one, and you'll get more chances with my wife."
"I'll repay this grace by creampieing her."
"..."
Batino clenched his fist tight, face stiff, then slowly relaxed.
"You really only think with your dick. ...See you later."
"Yes."
Whew, I survived.
If I weren't freezing and starving, I'd dance for joy.
Already looking forward to Verdia's face reuniting with my cock.
Somehow feels like my inner monologue got me here.
Dropping naked into a world with nothing, yet boldly fucking a sleeping married woman.
That pervy act caught Batino's eye, landing me this prime netorase slave spot.
Nothing but heaven's luck.
'Just wait a bit, Verdia.'
I'll mold you into a body that can't live without my cock.
Recalling Verdia's skin, I waited for someone to come.
Just as I wondered if they'd forgotten me, maids arrived and led me somewhere.
"Where to?"
"Family Head's orders: dress you and let you rest in a room."
"Oh..."
Half a day out of that cold cell.
Surrounded by cute maids, heading to a dressing room.
My cock stayed full-mast the whole time, shameless as ever.
Death looming, primal urge to breed kicking in?
Or excitement for what's ahead?
Both.
Even the maids' average looks screamed Batino's power.
Living in his castle under his wing ain't bad.
"...We'll dress you now. Arms up, please."
Maids glanced at my hard cock.
The more they stared, the prouder I thrust it out.
'This size and hardness must intrigue them.'
Bet they'll gossip about it later.
Daydreaming that, I dressed and reached my assigned room.
All that suffering felt like a lie.
- Luxurious room.
Sinking into the plush bed, now hunger hit.
"Your meal."
Oh. Treating me better than expected.
I wolfed down the tray the maid brought, then grilled the waiting one with questions as she cleared.
"Can I ask something?"
"Anything I can answer."
"Where are we?"
"..."
The maid gave me a pitiful look.
...That alone told me otherworlders' status.
"...Chartreuse Family manor."
Could've explained more, but she clamped her mouth shut.
"All otherworlders really treated as slaves?"
"Yes. Without the Family Head's protection, even you, Geum Taeyang, would be D-rank."
...Like saying I'm nobody without Batino. Snotty.
"What rank under a bigwig's protection?"
"...B-rank. Same as any imperial citizen."
Really in another world.
"What's a trainer? Heard it's common."
"Trainers educate D-rank slaves into sellable goods. Trained slaves become C-rank and get sold."
"You too?"
"Yes."
Knowing maids were like me sparked sudden interest.
"What world you from originally?"
"...Looks like you're done eating. Time to go."
Didn't wanna answer.
...Focus on my own shit, then.
Good thing Batino wants me exclusive; just hunt MILFs and I'll be set.
Relief hit, drowsiness followed...
Slept straight through to morning.
Ate breakfast the maid brought, showered, changed into spares.
Normally, I'd be pounding some hot milf mom and drilling Elizabeth for practice.
But life took a wild turn.
No more Elizabeth, no tasks.
Time to explore.
No orders to stay put, right?
Then Batino burst in.
"Lord Batino."
"Sit and listen."
"Yes."
I treated him with respect, never forgetting his grace.
He took me in after I creampied his wife and made her piss herself.
Happy to show my works anytime he wanted.
"Good eyes. Ready to work?"
"Yes."
"Arranged it so you can roam the castle freely. Everyone thinks you're my hired trainer."
"Trainer... What exactly does one do?"
"Verdia won't nitpick. Told 'em you're a pro trainer for trendy noble ladies... Ahem."
"Meaning?"
"Said last night was my order."
...Imagining Verdia's awkward face, my cock hardened like stone.
"Rough time getting forgiveness. But she didn't press further—good thing. After such a shameful display..."
"So I can train Verdia openly now?"
"Use condoms only. Take these."
I took the condoms from Batino.
"She won't give in easily. Told her your role, but not that it'll continue."
"..."
"Testing your skills today. Get her consent and use every condom."
I opened the box and counted.
Sixteen...
Can't burn through that without a full sex marathon.
'If Verdia resists, tough. But...'
We fucked recently.
Dragging her to my room shouldn't be hard...
"Think you can pull it off?"
"I'll stuff every one into that noble pussy."
"I'll check, so don't half-ass it."
"Yes!"
I set off to find Verdia right away.