Volume 1 Chapter 9-2 Business Opportunities and Winning Chances
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
So, I decided to go to Lifia’s master as a rich foreign merchant to talk business.
I asked Lifia to help set it up.
It was almost uninvited, but it worked out.
”Why do you ask me for a deal and not my husband? I usually leave these things to him.”
She looked at me with a challenging gaze.
It was like she was trying to read my mind.
”Because this is for women. I think you will understand the value of my product.”
”I see, so you think you can prepare something that I would want?”
Her eyes showed doubt, but there was also a spark of interest.
”Yes. And in return, I want Lifia.”
I pointed to Lifia with my eyes.
Yes, I came here to make Lifia mine.
I want to have Lifia all to myself.
From the moment we met, I felt possessive about her.
But after taking her virginity and spending a night with her, my desire grew stronger.
It would have been better if Lifia was just selling herself to survive.
I could buy her and help her out.
I just needed to convince her to be mine.
It’s like being a sugar daddy.
Having a relationship with Lifia as a girlfriend or mistress wouldn’t be hard.
But that wasn’t the case.
Lifia was a slave, forced to sell her body on the streets.
This time, it was good because I was a customer.
But I can’t be sure next time.
I don’t know when she’ll have to take another customer.
I don’t know when another man will get to hold her.
That’s something I can’t allow.
Only I can touch her, only I can make her pregnant.
That’s why I’m here now, seeking to own Lifia.
At my words about wanting Lifia, her expression turned serious.
”Yes, she is our slave… but I sent her on an errand and she brings back a foreign merchant. What could this mean?”
Her words clearly showed surprise and caution.
An errand, huh.
She said it casually, but do they really call prostitution an “errand” in this business?
That can’t be true.
She is the one who ordered Lifia to sell herself.
I thought it was strange.
The reason Lifia has to stand on her tiptoes.
If you have a beautiful girl like Lifia as a slave, you’d think she should be used for your own enjoyment.
Strip her, take her, make her pregnant.
She should be used as a sex slave.
I would.
Most men in the world would too.
Otherwise, she should be used to make money, working in a proper brōtḥel.
Lifia could be a top girl even in a high-class brōtḥel.
She might have small boobs, but many men like that.
I do too.
Street hookers have bad clients and too much risk.
Plus, it’s not a good way to make money.
So why?
This is the answer.
The master bought Lifia for his own pleasure, but his madam found out and took action.
The madam is jealous of Lifia’s youth and beauty, so she made her stand on tiptoes as a punishment.
”This girl is really too good to let go.”
The madam says she cherishes Lifia, but her eyes are cold.
Her words don’t feel sincere.
It’s like she’s reading from a script.
The madam doesn’t want to sell Lifia.
But it’s not because she values her as family.
It’s not even because she sees her as a valuable tool.
She just doesn’t like the idea of her being bought by a kind foreign merchant and being happy.
Women’s jealousy is scary.
But that’s why I might have a chance.
”Indeed, but it’s not too late to make a decision after seeing this merchandise.”
I take out a lotion, toner, and moisturizer from my bag.
They’re from a “Love Hotel.”
”What’s that?”
The madam, who wasn’t supposed to be interested, shows curiosity.
The containers are high-quality glass bottles.
These alone should have some value in this world.
Of course, the main event is what’s inside.
”This is a lotion. It protects your hair after washing, giving it shine and smoothness. This is toner. It moisturizes your skin, keeping it hydrated. And this is…”
I keep explaining the products one by one.
A mysterious foreign merchant.
There’s no way I’d buy beauty products from someone like that.
I can’t trust their effectiveness or safety.
But this time is different.
It’s because of Lifia.
Lifia used the amenities from my “Love Hotel” and got even more beautiful.
She was already pretty, but now her beauty really stands out, even to me, a man.
Other women would feel jealous of Lifia’s looks even more.
When I saw Lifia enter, I was surprised because I noticed the change.
I asked Lifia about the lady and thought about trading these products for her.
If the source of her jealousy is the obsession with “beauty,” then I can use “beauty” as a negotiation tool.
The lady stared at Lifia’s shining blonde hair and smooth skin, then looked at the beauty products on the table.
She was clearly hesitant inside.
”Can I also be beautiful like this girl? But…”
She needs a little more push.
”The next shipment is uncertain,”
I said, giving her the final push.
”If you agree to this deal now, I promise to prioritize you when I sell in the future.”
Priority means these magic beauty products won’t go to others.
She can have this beauty all to herself.
If she misses this chance, another woman could take it away.
She might never get it again.
Also, if she has it, she can choose to give it to helpful women only.
This way, she can grow her influence and solidify her status too.
She seems like a smart woman.
She’ll think that far without me saying it.
And then, she made her decision.
”Okay, I will give you Lifia.”
”Wow!”
Lifia shouted happily.
She clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyes shining.
Then, we signed the official slave contract, and I proudly became Lifia’s owner.
After finishing the details, relief and joy spread across her face.
”Uh, um… From now on, please take care of me, Master.”
Lifia looked a bit shy but couldn’t hide her happy face as she bowed to me.
”Master.”
What a sweet sound!
I nodded lightly and put my hand on Lifia’s shoulder.
”I’m glad to have you.”
Lifia’s face turned bright red, and she smiled shyly.
”Yes!”
And so, Lifia became my slave.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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