Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-39] Sometimes, One Good is Unconsciously Repaid By Him With a Bound of Goodness (10/12)

“10.000 Credit ..!!” a woman's voice excitedly echoed as she bid a handsome man in an iron cage to make him her slave.

Uh?! What――where―why―when, how am I, shit ...!!! What the heck, Ret thought, dumbfounded upon hearing the voice, Who is crazing that much Credit so easily?! Is he crazy? And he bargained for what with that much Credit.

Ret slowly and began to stand up and look around him there were only black-colored iron bars that looked strong, as well as people sitting in neatly arranged chairs far enough before him.

This, the Theatre Stage? Huh, Ret thought, feeling her whole body was very cold, and she knew something was wrong. He looked down, instantly surprised, “Huh!? Why am I naked?!”

The previous fight was like a blink of an eye dream to him. And looking out at the bars, Ret saw the women and men holding their respective microphones, suddenly turning to her.

The man outside the iron bars cage suddenly exclaimed after seeing Ret awaken, “10,000 Credits! Prices are going up sharply! Look how healthy this handsome slave is, gentlemen!”

“Yes ...!! Look at the magnitude of hers,” exclaimed the woman, staring at Ret's waist with an excited look, “For the beautiful sisters―the top class pellaurs there! This handsome man is very rare and guaranteed to be a virgin!!”

“Oh~!!!” the exclamations of the ladies―as well as some of the voices of the men nondeked, echoing and squealing the Slave Auction Room.

“Uh.” Ret tries to cover up his important limbs. What the fuck is this ... Why I'm not at all―

“Do not be sorry, Gentlemen,” continued the woman speaking in a relaxed tone, “Although this handsome man is not the main slave sold tonight, he is still rare and still very new and clean! Wouldn't that be bidding more?”

“12.000 Credit.”

The quiet voice of a woman in the VIP Room was opposite, calling for her offer like that and raising Ret's price.

“Oh~This is it!” exclaim the woman and the man, in unison. “12,000 credits for this handsome exclusive slave ... Anyone want to bid more?”

“15,000 Credits,” votes in the VIP Room earlier instantly replied, without pause a single breath.

“I seemed to know the voice of the woman,” muttered Ret, looking into the VIP Room where the voice of the woman came from. But ... Where is it?!

Ret advanced forward and grasped the iron bars while staring at the VIP Room to his right.

“Oh~!! Princess of the Party.2―District.2 will not miss this handsome man, of course,” said the hostess, “Although her sister is―”

A very irritated tongue echoed in the VIP Room to the left of Ret, and the voice of a woman who had been relaxed became annoyed when calling for her offer, “I want it! 17.000 Credit!”

Before the two hosts on the stage of the Slave Auction spoke, the VIP Room voiced back but remained in a calm tone, “20,000 Credits.”

Damnit. Who'sis that? Why am I so familiar with his voice―but, I've heard it where, yes, Ret thought. He kept trying to remember a voice that was familiar to him.

“You are sure about this,” quipped a woman who bid earlier.

Before the two women bid and the two hosts spoke, a man in the middle of the chair called for his offer to starve Ret, “21,000 Credits!”

“Oh~New offers appear ...!! It is my honor that the Master of the House of Border District.5―we as the representative of the Host of the Slave Auction today apologized for the non-availability of the VIP Room and VVIP for you.”

On the stage, the two hosts bowed respectfully to the middle of the seats.

“Humph!” the man's voice was mendeham, sounding like he was turning his face.

“OK. The venerable Master of the House of Bordil bid 21,000. Anyone want to bid more?”

“30,000,” quiet voice in the VIP Room to the right of Ret, instantly resounded reverberating to all corners of the Escort Room.

“30.000 Credit! Princess Party.2―Dirtrik.2!!”

“31.000 Credit.”

“33.000 Credit!”

“40.000 Credit.”

“40.000 Credit! Princess Party.2―Dirtrik.2 continues to raise prices fantastically ...!!!”

The man sneered with a hot gaze from the middle seat, felt by Ret like he was looking at her with a passionate gaze.

“Uh. What kind of man does No―huh― meanWho do I mean?!” muttered Ret, surprised and astonished by himself. Is my previous memory a dream or not, anyway?!

As if Ret thought so, the offer of Credits for him had already reached 100,000 Credits.

“100.000 Credit ...!! Gentlemen who are dear! This was the first time one opening slave cost 100,000 Credits! Don't miss to get it! This handsome man was an extremely rare slave! Proven from the offer that has reached―"

“110.000 Credit!”

The voice of the woman in the VIP Room to the left of Ret, began to sound very careless.

“You really don't want to give up, huh, beautiful Princess? Hah ..?” said the woman. Even though he said words of praise, the tone of sarcasm as well as insulting his opponent was not at all hidden.

“500,000 Credits,” said the woman, raising the offer for Ret, at an unreasonable price.

The woman on top of the VIP balcony to the left of Ret, suddenly stood up with a gloomy face. “You ...”

And after her opponent stood up, the woman in the other VIP Room walked up to the balcony while staring at Ret.

“500.000 Credit!!!” exclaim the two hosts on stage, “Does anyone want to raise the price again ..?”

“I,” muttered Ret, widening his eyes while looking at the balcony on his right, “seems to know the woman?!”

“I'm sorry. I only have the rest of Credit so much,” said the man behind the woman, who is like an uncle, “If you want more...”

Uh?! The uncle, thought Ret, then exclaimed, “No way I forgot him!”

“If no one wants to raise the price,” said the male host, walking to a pulpit, “in the third beat, it means Mr. Princess Party.2―Dirtrik.2 will win this handsome man as his slave.”

“No need!” hatch the woman, “This is enough, Uncle.”

*tock!!!* Accompanying the sound of hammer knocking to the pulpit\, the simultaneous sound of both hosts exclaiming\, “One!”

“500,000 Credits for this handsome guy,” exclaim the male host on the pulpit, “Will no one want to raise the price? There ain't?! Then ...”

The uncle was surly, “But ...”

“Still 500,000 Credit offer from Mr Princess Party.2―District 2! Gentlemen? Does no one want to raise the price? Then ...”

*tock!!!* Tap the 2\th hammer, still no one raises the price. “Two beats for Mr Princess Party.2―District 2!!”

“I said, it's okay,” firmly the woman, shaking her head while turning around after catching a glimpse of Ret in the cage, “I'd rather secure my future than save her. After all it's wrong he himself even did something stupid like―”

“Will no one want to raise the price against the Princess?” ask the host to the other audience. “I remind you again Dear Gentlemen, this slave is very rare! With 10 years he will be your slave!! How are the pretty sisters in the VIP―VVIP Room there? Are you all going to pass this golden opportunity ..?”

Princess Party.2―District 2 it has disappeared from the VIP Room.

“Alright, then ...” said the male host on the pulpit, “500.000 Credit offer from the Princess Party.2―District 2? Is there still no one willing to raise the price ..?”

There is not a single answer. All the auction participants in the Slave Market shook their heads and closed their eyes, and looked doubtful-faced.

“Tok!!!* Tap the 3rd hammer, still no one raised the price. “Three!!! Congratulations to the Princess of the Party.2―District 2 in the VIP Room on the right! You get this handsome slave for only 500,000 Credits!”

I-I was bought by him, yeah, y-yeah, Ret thought, trying to stay calm. “This slave auction is up to invite the high-class Mafia, huh ... I was like ... I really knew who that woman was. But ... who?!”

The host lady on stage said, “To the winner of the Slave Auction are welcome to ...”

“Ah! Impossible,” muttered Ret, realizing something and ignoring the voice of the hostess who was giving instructions―and suddenly, she widened her eyes and mouth, shocked, like remembering someone. “I-it, her?!”

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