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Chapter 3 - 3: Don't try this at home.***

"Week in Paradise."

They didn't remove the cover from my head, but the atmosphere got serious.

"I thought…" I could hear the hesitation in Helen's voice. "It was just a rumor, wasn't it."

"What if it is true?"

"What would you do if you got invited?"

"I…" Helen wasn't sure how to respond to the strings of questions. 

"I heard it's been two years since you gave birth."

"Yes."

"What do you think?" 

I can hear them putting something on the table. My skill had made my other senses as efficient as my vision. I had no problem feeling what was happening around me.

"It was a rumor for those who didn't get invited. But now that you are getting invited…"

"I will go."

"I like the prompt decision of the Marquis."

"When it is time to open the paradise, a path will connect to it. However, the moment you step inside the hidden plane, you are legally bound by the contract, so you won't ever be able to talk about it when you leave."

'What the hell? Is this a fight club? You can't talk about it.' But the talking makes me curious. 

It sounded like it was like a noble fight club, but for sex, a sex club. Is this what they call a swingers party?

"Although you won't be bound by contract, you must follow two rules. First, you would need a pair, and second, you would need to accept all the invitations."

"Invitation?"

"The invitation to have sex with anyone willing to pay the price. I suggest you use some potion as protection if you don't want to bear any children."

"What is the fun in that?" The woman who was sitting between my legs said. "You walk around and have fun. Fill up your womb as much as possible for a week. And when you give birth, you don't have to worry about one of them coming to your house and claiming it is their child."

There was a momentary silence.

"What are you looking at? Even if you act like this, we know you will do just that.

The woman in question ignored her and said, "If you talk like that, she won't understand." 

The woman between my legs had a better explanation. "This time, the theme is barbarians. So, if you are not strong enough to protect yourself, you better be ready to roll over and spread your legs."

"Marquis Lionheart is more than strong enough to protect herself. You should worry about yourself."

"Why would I worry about that?" I could feel her hand moving on my pectoral muscle. "I just want to be buried by the big-bodied man and used by them until I can't walk."

"Freak."

"It was due to the last time the group of orcs used her for an entire week in paradise."

"Yeah! I want that. Why do you have not to include them this time?"

"Don't you know who ordered it?"

"Those men and their puny ego!" She snorted.

'Yes, I can understand you are unhappy about it, but why are you squeezing my balls so hard?' In the end, I could only suffer in silence. 

That is the fate of the slave.

"Your majesty, wouldn't it be bad if those orcs killed somebody?"

"Don't worry, the rule of the plain wouldn't just stop you talking about it, but also stop you from killing or torturing others."

"It also stops men from doing something freaky with each other."

'That's good.' Even if I was excited, I was sure that there was no way Helen would take a slave to paradise.

Clank

"We have a proposition. How about you lend him a week?"

"Lend?"

"We surveyed, and he is the prime man almost half of our attendees are looking for in their bed, so…"

"It isn't free. Here is 100,000 gold."

"Does it include the auction one, too?"

"Of course not. That will be sent to you by the auctioneer. On that note, she will send a carriage tomorrow morning; all you need to do is put him in the carriage. And you…"

And yes, she tapped my ball to catch my attention. 

"It is better for you not to talk about her after you leave her house."

'I know. I have been a slave for 8 years. Of course, I know when to keep my mouth shut.' I didn't say it out loud; I just nodded.

And four of them continued to talk on and on. Whether the price of entering paradise or the gossip about which noble kidnapped a groom on his wedding day.

In the end, I didn't even remember what they were talking about. All I remember is that I was 'forced' to ejaculate three more times.

A word of caution from the experienced one: don't try this at home.

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The carriage stopped. 

It wasn't my first time traveling in a carriage without any windows. However, this was the first time I was excited to reach the destination.

The door opened. 

The darkness had caught me off-guard. 

It was understandable if I was being brought to the Colosseum or fighting arena, as they had a building you could ride your carriage into.

Excluding the Colosseum and the imperial palace, the mansion you can ride your carriage into can be counted in one hand, if not by one finger.

'It's one of the grand dukes.' I have no question about it.

Instead of knights aiming their spears at me, two maids were waiting with a bow.

"This way, Master Bjorn."

"Master?"

"My lady had asked to entitle you as master Bjorn. If you have any problem…"

"No, no. I have no problem. But what is this place?"

"Please follow us, master Bjorn." They acted like they didn't hear my question as they led me through the dark corridor. 

"My lady has asked you to clean up and dress up before meeting her. So, please follow us."

For the next thirty minutes, I went through a rigorous cleaning process. First, they soaked me in hot, slightly salty water, then rubbed and cleaned every part of my body.

And when I say every part of my body, I mean every part of my body. 

My armpit, behind my ear, and between my thighs were expected. However, I never thought they would clean the crack between my bum.

What was beyond my wildest imagination was the fact that they pulled back the foreskin of my penis, cleaned out all the cheese, and gently pulled the skin back.

Let me tell you, these girls knew how to clean. 

After cleaning came the dressing. The maids make me wear underwear and a tunic before putting a fancy dress on me.

I have no idea what type of freak my partner is. To think she would make me wear a woman's dress... Well, it is still acceptable as long as I get laid.

"I don't think it looks awful on me."

The maids ignored my comment with a smile before leading me to another room. 

"We meet again, the great gladiator, the talk of the town, the slave who had received a title from the emperor."

My body moved on its own. I went down to my knees. Of all the people I have thought about, the princess wasn't one of them.

"This slave greets Your Highness. The future sun of the empire."

"What? Where? Is the princess hiding here somewhere?"

"Yes!?"

The princess bent down, pulled up my chin, looked into my eyes, and said, "Do you see any imperial princess somewhere? I don't see any."

"Huh! Yes, Your Majesty." I very clearly understood it was time for me to shut up.

"Call me Rita."

"I wouldn't dare."

"Yes, you do."

"My lady, it is time." The older maid, standing at the edge of the room, reminded her.

Rita took the bowl of concoction from her hand, tore off a single strand of hair, and put it in the bowl. 

The concoction was like a bowl of acid, dissolving the hair in a blink.

"I heard no magic works on you. So, I had to look a lot at who could make a concoction that could mimic my energy. Now drink it."

Well, even if it was poison, I could do nothing about it. I drank it entirely. The concoction burned its way down my throat.

"My mother loves me a lot, maybe a little too much. She has done something she shouldn't to ensure my future is bright. As a punishment, my father had put her in solitary punishment in a secret plane."

I couldn't care less about her story, as I was struggling hard not to vomit it out.

"One day every year, he would let me into the secret plane."

My body started burning, my eyes were tearing up, my ears were buzzing, and my entire body was molting.

"What have you done to me?"

"Nothing. It would just momentarily change you into me. So the problem is…" She snapped her finger, and a portal appeared out of thin air. "Once you enter the portal, you will meet two magic knights guarding the secret plane's real entrance."

"They will cast dispel magic on you. Only if you pass will they let you in. Once you enter the plane, you are safe."

She didn't care about all the excruciating pain I was going through.

"But keep this concoction and my strand of hair with you. You will need that when you return. Oh! Look at you…" The maids cleaned my face. "You look just like me."

My head was still buzzing, but it was under my control. I checked myself in the mirror, and yes, I looked like Rita.

It was not just the face; I have boobs also. I was about to pull my dress…

"You…" The roar came from the older maid.

"Come on, let her check." Rita smiled, adding, "If I were you, I would have worried about something else."

I instinctively grabbed my crotch. 

Rita smiled as I smiled. "Looks like the concoction is still incomplete. But it will do the work. And you should keep the concoction safe. They will kill you if they find out who you are."

Rita handed me the concoction, a few strands of hair, and a letter before leading me to the portal.

"She is deprived of any happiness for a long part of her life." She patted my shoulder, adding, "I am sure you could handle her. Make sure she is fully satisfied."

Just as I was about to enter the plane, she stopped me again. "My mother isn't fond of any man. She might act a little shy. Even if she acted like one, make sure you made her realize what it feels like to be a woman again."

'What the hell have I signed myself into?' I could only curse at my wretched luck as I entered the portal.