I had never been a man who would enjoy being on the stage.
But this world had molded me.
It was true that I entertained thousands of them at the arena or Colosseum.
Believe me. I wouldn't be doing it if I had to. I was always trying my best to survive.
It is just that they get entertained by the pain of others. That is how the world works.
That is not important right now.
Now that I am standing in front of hundreds of people, my stage fright is kicking in.
Do you know what made it worse? It was the auctioneer. She was continuously spitting praises about me.
"The great sun of our empire had bestowed the title of 'The Great Slahtr' on this one."
"No, he didn't. No 'great' was in the title he had given me." My whisper under my breath didn't reach the auctioneer, much less the audience.
"He had remained undefeated for the last 50 matches. It has never happened in the last two years. He even tore off the head of the last record holder with his bare hand."
'What are you expecting me to do?' I looked at the auctioneer, trying to get my word across.
They had told me to do something for the stage so I could catch the attention of the bidders.
So, when the auctioneer pointed at me, I started flexing my muscles.
Of course, there are no gyms in this world. But stone lifting is standard. With the stat padding from the system, my body is now closed to the body of avid gym goers.
Yes, it was still shameful. But… you can understand, right?
Show me a man who does not enjoy flaunting his "hard-earned" muscle in front of others.
"Oh!"
'Yes, yes, look at me.' Hearing the onlookers' grasps, I turned into a muscle peacock.
"Ten thousand."
"Eleven."
"Eleven and a half."
"Fifteen."
'Yes, yes, keep it growing.' I even turned around to show off my back muscles and made the price jump by ten thousand.
If I remember correctly, my selling price didn't even reach two thousand; now, people are trying to buy my seed at almost fifty times the price.
In the end, I was sold at the price of 72,500 gold.
I don't know who bought me, but it was VIP. It was from a box from the top.
"You can't keep that thing under control, don't you?"
It was the first thing Helen said to me as I was escorted off the stage.
"What? When did it come out?" Covering my crotch wasn't enough.
The point is, the pleated short skirt type thing they put on me wasn't enough to cover my little brother.
"But it wasn't out when I wore it."
Helen frowned as she looked at me. "Did you drink anything before going to the stage?"
'Of course I did. I was nervous. But I thought I drank water.' I didn't say it out loud, but Helen understood it.
"They must have put stud medicine in the drink."
"Stud medicine!? Is there a medicine that can elongate my dick without making it hard?"
"Shut up." Helen glared at me. "Whoever had brought you must be from an upper house? So, behave yourself."
"I can't control it."
"I am not talking about that thing of yours. Whoever had brought you must have liked that thing of yours."
"Thank you."
"Gross."
Tell me which man won't blush when their little brother gets praised.
Not everyone may be.
No, no, let me rephrase the question: which virgin man with the mental age of thirty won't blush when their little brother is being praised?
"My lady is waiting for you."
A pair of female knights protected the door of the private room. The maid led them inside the room.
Three women were in the room, and the masks on their faces weren't enough to hide their identities.
"If it isn't the Marquis Lionheart. Come here. Have a seat."
"Thank you, your majesties."
"Don't be like that."
It didn't take them long to redirect their attention towards me instead of my owner.
If I have to say a few things about them, none of them had ever felt any need to control food intake.
However, that is understandable. This era is known to be the most prosperous era of the empire. The empire was just a century old, and the current emperor was the founding emperor.
In his early years, he had won a lot of war and land to build the empire from the ground up. In the last four to five years, he had redirected his attention to improving the lives of the people of the empire.
Yes, life has improved for common people, but more so for these human nobles.
However, these women had a strange allure to them.
I am 90% sure these women had already given birth, as the young girls wouldn't be allowed to places like this.
Most importantly, they have hair open. Meanwhile, girls who haven't given birth are supposed to keep their hair tied.
To tell the truth, the logic of this world intrigued me a lot.
Yes, they had the primitive concept of slavery ingrained in their bones, but their idea of marriage is very unique as there is nothing called marriage.
The noble would find a noble partner for their son or daughter. The partners weren't necessarily another young heir.
Let me give you an example. The father of Helen's first child was a duke who was almost the same age as her father.
She went to his house, gave birth, and returned with the child.
There was no concept of marrying up or down, nor that only sons could inherit the title. As a result, they only care about their children.
It has something to do with the dragon emperor, who had lived more than a hundred years.
I am sure Helen had another child, as she had hooked up with a young heir from a Count family. However, after she gave birth, the child went with the man.
As a result, these women wouldn't hesitate to bear the child of an enslaved person as long as they did it in secret.
That is not what was necessary.
The critical fact was that the plunging neckline of their dress was squeezing their melon so tightly that at least 40% of the mass was spilling out.
If I am not wrong, I can see the part of her dark areola from the edge of the plunging neckline and the stretch mark spreading from that place.
"Look at him. He is leaking already."
I quickly covered it with my hand while Helen glared at me.
"Forgive him, your majesties. They fed him some special medicine."
"Oh! Is this the effect of the medicine?"
"Yes."
"Then shouldn't we check the real ability of the merchandise before buying it?" Only God knows how I controlled myself when she smiled at me while licking her lips.
The other two women looked at Helen, asking, "You wouldn't mind, right?"
"I wouldn't dare."
"Lucy."
As soon as the name was called, the maid grabbed my hand, forcing me to sit on the reclined chair. The maid covered my head with something before I could understand how they would test it.
"Don't remove the cover." Helen's order came soon after.
'So, they don't want me to know who will do it. Oh! Could it be that I will lose my virginity now?'
My wishful expectation was shot down by one of the women. "Don't go overboard. She had repeatedly recommended that she want him first."
"Who are you talking about? I am not the one who has lost control of everything you see a cock and gave birth to seven of them."
'Seven!' I did not expect that. I really wanted to hear more about it.
A pair of hands grabbed my little brother. The softness and the warmth of her hand made my imagination run wild.
There might not be any man in the world who hadn't masturbated, but the touch of another woman was something else. One hand was feeling the grit of my wand while the other was cupping the balls.
"This is one excellent specimen. Where did you find this one?"
"My father had brought it from the Bong War eight years ago. The slave trader said the evil cult summoned it from the other world."
"Oh!"
'Yes, they were evil. But…ummmmmm." The first part of my thought remained unsaid, but I couldn't stop moaning out loud.
"Silent," Helen ordered.
"Come on, don't be like that." A voice came from the woman who was sitting between my legs. "You can let it out. I love it when they moan like little boys."
"No wonder it had no experience."
"That is what makes them tastier." The woman's hand let go of my ball and moved around my thighs and body; however, the tip of my mushroom was still inside her mouth.
Let me confess. I never had a blowjob before.
If that act is sucking Jizz out of the penis like she is doing, then I have to say that there is something wrong with the name.
However, whatever they call it, I like it.
All I wanted from her was not to stop.
Her tongue was making its way into my foreskin and making rounds around my sensitive tip….
"Ohhhhhh, please don't stop." It was so euphoric.
I had never realized when I had grabbed hold of her head and drove my thing down her throat.
There was some resistance, but I am sure I broke through it.
I am sure Helen was screaming something, but those words didn't reach my head.
All I wanted was to bury my cock down her throat. Even if that was the last thing I did. I want to fill her stomach with my juice.
Even with the cover, I was seeing stars. You can believe that my smile was silly.
I never noticed when I lost myself in the euphoric sensation of impregnating her throat.
When my consciousness returned, I heard the woman say.
"If Maquis Helen wants to make up for it, why don't you send him to my estate for a day?"
"As you wish for your majesty." The urgency in Helen's voice to accept the deal made me realize what I had done.
But the point is, I might get borrowed. I might have to do the same thing I had done to get into this mess.
What I didn't realize was that the woman was still sitting between my legs, kissing my balls as she said, "Don't be harsh to my puppy."
"Yes, Your Majesty."