"Sure. Can you tell me what your gift is now?"
"…" She paused her pouting as she slowly looked up into my eyes bashfully, with rosy red cheeks.
"My first time…"
I stood frozen for a moment. I couldn't believe the words that came out of her pink lips. Ayame is the girl I've been fervently trying to topple since day 2 of my transmigration. I still vividly remember when I was just fucking around, going to the slave district just for fun, since I knew I had no funds to buy anyone besides useless old cripples.
Yet, as luck would have it, or perhaps fate if we want to be a bit more dramatic, this lovely woman had a unique contract that allowed her to refuse wannabe buyers, lowering her price drastically in the process.
