Chapter 208 At That Time, the Slaves… ④
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
[Slave Training Facility: Arisawa Kyoko]
”Hey, Coach! Thanks for the treats! The whole volleyball team loved them!”
”Yeah, sure. If I get more, I’ll pass ’em your way. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth anyway,” I said.
After dinner, on the way back to the dorms, I was stopped by one of my girls. She was a student I’d coached back at my alma mater¹ while I was in rehab. I just gave her a dismissive wave as we passed.
Wakui Moe, walking beside me, let out a soft giggle. She looked genuinely happy.
”Ufufu, everyone seems so pleased,” Moe said.
That was Wakui Moe, the counselor. She was twenty-three, a year younger than me, with a soft, airy vibe. Back at the Academy, we’d hardly crossed paths, but since being abducted, we’d been stuck together. It helped that we were close in age.
The rest of the staff-the office ladies, the cafeteria workers-they were all so damn gloomy. I got it. They figured if they weren’t sold soon, they were dead. Women over thirty probably thought they were a lost cause. There was no way they were going to talk to someone like me-ten years younger and a former face from TV and magazines. Hanging out with a beauty like Moe was just a matter of necessity.
Besides, Moe was kind. She had this motherly grace. She didn’t mind my rough mouth, which made her easy to talk to. Even now, she was beaming at the students’ joy like it was her own.
”I’d prefer a drink and some snacks, honestly. But seeing the kids smile isn’t the worst way to kill time,” I said.
I gave her my usual blunt reply. I knew I was unsociable. Even the students were shocked at first-told me I was nothing like my TV persona.
I’d been a volleyball nut since middle school, went to Sakuragi Academy on a scholarship, and made the Olympic team while still in high school. From then on, my looks got me a ton of media attention. The seniors on the national team-women I actually respected-told me my “resting bitch face” and “trashy mouth” were bad for the team. They made me practice smiling and talking like a lady in front of a mirror. That’s how I learned to wear a mask for the cameras.
Honestly, that was harder than any drill I ever did.
I took Bronze in my first Olympics, then Silver in my second during my junior year of college. After graduation, I joined a big corporate team². Between the commercials and modeling, I was grinding every day for Gold at the next one.
Then it happened. Winter of my first pro year. A car accident. A total wreck.
I’ve still got an artificial joint in my knee. A year of rehab got me back to being functional, but it still hurts. The point is: my career was dead.
I quit the team, stuck to modeling, and was just helping out at my old school when the dungeon swallowed us. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. The trauma of the abduction… seeing the older staff slaughtered… the shock was so bad I actually pissed myself. I wasn’t the only one. The whole room smelled like a urinal back then.
Since then, I’ve been forced into “s*xual technique” training every single day. For the cardio, the girls knew about my knee and set a pace I could handle, so the instructors stayed off my back. Even the “lap-trailers” like Moe or Leticia didn’t get punished as long as they didn’t stop to walk.
But then, I saw a “Potion” on a training video once. A student who knew her stuff said it could heal anything. But the Succubus Management³ told me that since I have a “foreign object”-my artificial joint-it wouldn’t work. They’d have to cut the metal out of my leg first. I couldn’t take that risk. If it failed, I’d be a cripple. So I gave up on being whole and focused on getting out.
”Ahhh! Beer is the best! God, making us grind on those toys all day… I’m so horny I could scream,” I muttered.
Back in our corner of the room, Moe and I cracked open some cans. The students were huddled together, playing cards or board games that Sanada, the Guard, had sent over. It was night and day compared to how we started.
Sanada was probably the one who convinced the Management to allow the gifts. It started with Leticia, and then Moe and I got ours. Honestly, the underwear and toiletries were lifesavers. My panties never had time to dry before; they were just permanently damp.
I was sitting there, legs crossed, chugging beer, when Moe gave me a soft smile.
”Ufufu, I’m feeling pretty unfulfilled, too. I wish the toys were at least a bit bigger,” Moe said.
”Right?! I heard the virgins get ones that are six inches. Why the hell are we stuck with four-inchers? It’s too small! It doesn’t even hit the spot!” I snapped.
They claimed that if we turned into “loose sluts”⁴, the buyers would be disappointed. Bullshit. It just leaves us frustrated.
If that’s the case, at least let me use my own gear. I’m pretty sure the pink rotor they used on Nijuuki was mine. With the same brand and same color. I mean, I was vibing in the locker room when I blacked out. I woke up here, but my toy was gone. Actually, I’m glad it was. If I’d woken up with my ass out and that rotor lying next to me, I would’ve died of shame.
”They really are a tease. Though they’re the perfect size for the back door,” Moe noted.
”You and your weird-ass kinks,” I replied.
Moe didn’t look it, but she loved dirty talk. That’s why we clicked. Apparently, she’d been with an “an*l nut” since high school. She dumped him in college, but her body won’t finish from regular s*x anymore. She was more upset about losing her an*l beads than being kidnapped. Talk about warped.
I’d call her a pervert, but I’m the one mas***bating in a bathroom stall every day. I’ve always had a high drive. But every guy I dated-only four, since I had the paparazzi to worry about-were all “thirty-second wonders.” I got so tired of being left hanging that I just stopped. I haven’t been touched in four years.
Just once, I wanted to feel a real man make me see stars.
”I definitely picked the wrong guy for my first time. I never imagined I’d end up with a body that only works from the back. The students would be so disappointed if they knew,” Moe sighed.
”Hey, your secret’s safe with me. I’m just as bad,” I said.
If the world found out that Arisawa Kyoko was dying for a real man to fill her up, I’d be ruined. I’d be forced out of modeling and into porn just to pay the bills. I was curious, sure, but I could never look my parents in the eye.
If I hadn’t been there that day… I’d still be playing. I’d be at the Olympics.
I’ve cried all the tears I had for that Gold. No use dwelling on the past. Not when I’m trying to stay alive. But to get out, I have to be bought. And after seeing those “Soul-less Dolls”… it feels like trading one hell for another. Even I don’t want to be a toy for a dozen men at once.
I washed the gloom down with more beer.
”Sanada is a surprisingly thoughtful guy. He sends stuff every few days. It really helps,” I said.
”Ufufu, he is. He used to visit the counseling room a lot. He looks terrifying, but he’s reliable and actually really funny,” Moe said.
Moe’s voice always got a little more life in it when Sanada came up. They had a date planned, didn’t they? She was definitely into him.
”He… understands pain. I think he’s been through something truly horrific,” Moe added quietly.
”He’s got the eyes, that’s for sure. Not like the usual guys. Even different from the fighters I’ve met,” I agreed.
”That’s true… those eyes, so bottomlessly dark, looking so somehow sorrowful. They were the same eyes as the soldiers I saw in the footage during training. I felt I had to support him-that I had to be the one to heal this man’s heart. Heh, listen to me… me, younger than him, talking like this,” Moe said with a soft, strained chuckle.
”Hahaha, your maternal instinct⁵ is as strong as ever,” I replied.
I remembered her saying that even the first guy she ever dated was the unreliable type. Moe is a woman with a maternal instinct that’s stronger than most. That’s probably why she couldn’t even refuse him an*lly. It’s a damn shame her s*xual tastes ended up warped because of it, but there’s no helping that now.
Hearing about the guys she dated after that, they all seemed like they were mentally weak in some way. I guess that’s just her type.
Even just looking at the footage, I can tell Sanada’s eyes aren’t normal. Since he’s clearly so used to combat, he was probably a mercenary or something. If that’s the case, he’s obviously got experience killing people. You don’t run into people like that very often in Japan. Moe might have been captivated by that aura of danger he carries.
Whether it’s a blessing or a curse, I don’t know, but Sanada has Moe locked in his sights. And probably me, too.
”Hey, Moe. Do you think Sanada is planning to buy us?” I asked.
”I think so. After all, he’s been giving underwear only to Leticia-chan, Hoshino-san, and us. He’s been giving us other gifts frequently, too. Seeing as Leticia-chan was bought after getting the same treatment, I’m sure we’re on his shortlist,” Moe answered.
”I figured.”
Even though I’ve heard the stories from Moe, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared of Sanada. Still, it’s a million times better than being bought by some virgin high school boys or those disgusting teachers like Oida-sensei. A man like him wouldn’t let his women get gang-r**ed by a crowd, at least.
Besides, Sanada is exactly my type-brawny, with a face to match. And even more than that, I’m interested in that flared head of his. The silhouette of Sanada’s d**k on the training room wall looked pretty damn good. The length and girth were a bit above average, but that heavy ridge… it makes me drool just thinking about it.
Every time I see him having s*x out in the open in the dungeon⁶ every time I see him, I end up mas***bating in the bathroom over and over, imagining how good it would feel to have my v**ina stimulated by that flared rim. Now I just have to pray he’s not a “quick-shot” type. Though, looking at him, sometimes he lasts long and sometimes he’s fast-I can’t quite nail down his rhythm. Well, he looks like he can handle multiple rounds. If I can get him to go for five rounds without pulling out, I might actually be able to climax. I just hope he’s got that much stamina in him.
”I’m happy to be bought, really, but I’m so worried about the students that I can’t be purely happy about it,” Moe murmured. “If possible, I’d be grateful if he made me the very last one… Heh, listen to me, acting so self-important. I should just be thankful for being saved at all.”
”Don’t say that. Was it Sugita from the first year? That kid with the acne. Even the one you were most worried about got bought, right? The third-years are looking after the juniors now. Even if you’re gone, Moe, they’ll be fine.”
Sugita, who came to Moe for advice almost every day, was bought recently. Honestly, it was a shock. I wondered why he’d choose a girl as gloomy as her. It wasn’t just me; all the other students were stunned. Not to be mean, but there were plenty of girls in the 5th Rank⁷ who had much better looks. Then again, even those two second-year “eyebrowless” gyaru⁸ whose makeup had completely worn off were bought. Maybe they had some guys they were close with before all this.
”But… as the numbers dwindle, I think some of them will start to break mentally. If I’m not there when that happens…”
”It’ll be fine! The students at our academy aren’t that soft!”
I slammed my beer onto the floor and barked at Moe. I was desperately swallowing the words: You’re the one whose mind is breaking, you idiot…
”Ufufu, I believe you. I was just thinking about the ‘what-ifs’,” Moe replied.
Despite my harsh tone, Moe’s expression didn’t flicker. She just kept that smile on her face. Yes-that smile that looked like it was pasted on.
Moe is already at her limit. Ever since the abduction, she’s been running herself ragged to comfort the students who cry every single day. Even though she must be terrified, too. Even though she must want to scream and cry. Her natural kindness and her sense of duty as a counselor wouldn’t let her turn her back on them. To keep the students at ease, she never let that smile fade, no matter what.
Because of that, the students have calmed down quite a bit. The cost was that Moe has lost the ability to stop smiling. Even when she’s fast asleep, that smile stays fixed on her face. She probably thinks that if she isn’t smiling, the students will fall into despair. Before she knew it, that thought became an obsession, stripping her of every expression except that grin.
This is what happens when you kill your own soul to serve others. Naturally, there are students who have noticed she isn’t right. Those students, when they see someone feeling down, have started stepping in to listen and offer support in Moe’s place. That’s why it’s okay for Moe to leave now.
But no matter how much I tell her, her smile never wavers. If this keeps up, Moe is going to shatter.
Sanada, please… buy Moe, and do it fast. I don’t care if I’m later. Just save this kind-hearted friend of mine.
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Summary:
Arisawa Kyoko and Wakui Moe bond over beers in the training facility, discussing their past lives and current s*xual frustrations. Kyoko reflects on her failed athletic career and her decision not to use a Potion due to the risk involving her artificial knee. They discuss the gift system implemented by Sanada and their growing respect for him.
The narrator and Moe discuss their likely purchase by the mysterious Sanada, who has been singling them out with gifts. While the narrator lusts after Sanada’s physique, she realizes with horror that Moe is undergoing a psychological breakdown. Moe’s relentless effort to support students has resulted in a permanent, compulsive smile.
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Trivia:
- Kyoko’s ‘cool’ public persona is a manufactured mask.
- The training facility uses different sized toys for virgins vs. non-virgins.
- Potions cannot heal bodies containing large ‘foreign objects’ like artificial joints without surgery.
- Kyoko had a pink rotor stolen from her during her abduction.
- Moe was abducted while wearing anal beads.
- The ‘Soul-less Dolls’ are a grim reminder of the fate awaiting those who aren’t bought.
- Sanada is likely a mercenary based on his eyes.
- Moe’s preference for ‘weak’ men has led to her s*xual boundaries being pushed in the past.
- The ‘gifts’ were specifically underwear, signaling s*xual intent.
- Sugita, a ‘gloomy’ student, was bought first, defying expectations.
- Moe smiles even in her sleep now
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Character Insight:
Kyoko shows a pragmatic but deeply scarred mindset, choosing the status quo over a risky surgery to fix her leg. Moe’s gentle exterior hides a specialized s*xual preference, creating a ‘gap moe’ dynamic. Both women are finding a sense of safety and attraction toward Sanada due to his reliability and perceived shared trauma.
Moe is self-sacrificing to a pathological degree, developing a ‘mask’ that she can no longer remove. The narrator shows unexpected altruism by wishing for Moe to be saved before herself.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses Kyoko’s background to contrast high-performance athletic discipline with the forced ‘performance’ of the training facility.
The ‘eyebrowless gyaru’ is a common trope indicating that high-maintenance girls have lost access to their beauty products in a captive setting.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Arisawa – Female sensei. She’s a former Olympic silver medalist for volleyball. She’s gorgeous, and her physique is top-tier. She has an artificial joint in her knee due to a car accident. Described as beautiful but unsociable with a rough way of speaking. Has black hair ponytail.
• Wakui – 23-year-old female school counselor—curvy, big-breasted with pink long hair, airy gentle atmosphere, and intense motherly grace. Younger than peers yet intensely maternal, constant pasted-on smile as trauma response to comfort students. Beauty close in age to Kyoko with hidden anal play and dirty talk interests. Now held captive.
• Leticia – 13-year-old French exchange student—silver hair, petite doll-like frame, fairy-like features. Gifted cheerful animation prodigy who skipped grades, partners with Yakumo using white wooden magic rod (crystal tip) for Light Shield, Light Arrow, and Heal. Loves drawing flashy magic in white sundress on tablet; training facility student gifted early by Sanada. Recently sexually proactive with ‘Thousand Earthworms’ Meiki trait and active encounters despite her age.
• Sana – Black ponytail, hooded/sharp eyes, kyudo practitioner, average height.
• Oida – A PE teacher with a large build and a plain, non-intimidating face. He was formerly an Olympic developmental athlete for Judo. He uses a greatsword in the dungeon and wears tattered jerseys.
• Ult – Lilith’s friend. Long blue hair. Succubus.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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