The announcer's voice boomed with excitement.
"Here comes our third-last item of today's auction! Let me introduce one of today's premium goods—height 170, H cup, mid-thirties. The housewife of some old man… sold for money. What a pity! But we all enjoy the spectacle of that pity, don't we? And with that, let's—"
Julius' chair creaked as lust and excitement dripped from his voice.
"I'm definitely going all out for this."
Ren's lips curled into a faint grin. Not bad… H-cups… those are really… damn hot. But—
Julius leaned in, a confident grin spreading across his masked face.
"Brother, aren't you going to bid too? Hehe… I told you—you'd change your mind after seeing this."
Ren laid back flatly in his seat.
"Nah. Not gonna bid."
Julius' jaw dropped.
"What!? For real? Just look at her… Well, good for me then!"
He was already imagining every detail.
Ren's thoughts were sharp. Not interested in a too-used product. That aura… yeah, definitely a slut. A whore who's slept with hundreds of men at least… not my type. Besides—
[ Skill – Pleasure Sensitivity Detection Activated ]
The intense purple aura around her flared, confirming his suspicion. Yep… definitely a slutty bitch.
The announcer shouted, "START! 8,000!"
Ren thought, Not that pricey… but too much for a whore. Ha—their loss.
Julius instantly bid 9,000, but before anyone could react, it skyrocketed to 17,000.
"17,000 from No. 2! Anyone higher?" the announcer asked.
Ren tilted his head. "Aren't you spending too much?"
Julius waved casually. "Don't worry, brother. That's only half my profit for today. I'm still fine… besides, this is my limit. Nobody else can top this."
A flicker of worry crossed his face despite his words.
The announcer started counting, "17,000… one… two—"
Before he reached three, a voice shouted, "19,000!"
"19,000 from No. 14!"
Ren thought, Un… No. 14? Isn't he the same fool who bought Julius' last item at a crazy price? Money without brains…
Julius' anger flared. "Why you!? Old piece of shit!" He wanted to just kill him right there.
Ren squinted. "Who… that old, bald, fat guy?"
Julius spat words like venom. "That fucker's also a slave trader in this city. Rich, but can't compete with me in business. I didn't expect him to interfere here. Just… that fucker!"
Ren smirked to himself. Another old geezer… damn my luck. The bald man was looking at Julius with a clearly mocking smile.
"SOLD! To No. 14!" the announcer declared.
Ren gave a carefree smile. "Calm down… I'll avenge you… eventually."
Julius laughed, almost too happy. "You're really my true friend."
Ren muttered under his breath, Since when did we even become friends…?
naturally.
[ We need to teach that baldy a lesson! ]
Ren murmured. No… we're on the same page.
The announcer's voice cut through the hall, carrying a hint of something big.
"This… is our second-last item. Today's special."
Ren's eyes flickered. What is it now…?
Julius leaned close. "That's the one I meant when I said 'support.'"
Ren frowned. "Just… what exactly do you mean?"
"I don't know much myself," Julius admitted, shrugging. "But I heard today's item is very special. That's why I brought you along."
Ren's grin widened with anticipation. "Alright… let's see what it holds."
The announcer continued, "Here is… our today's special—"
A girl was brought forward. No chains, no scars, her long blue hair trembling slightly.
"I will not waste time with my esteemed guests," the announcer said, voice sharp. "Let's get straight to the point. Age: twenty to twenty-one. Cup size: E—"
He paused at her midsection and grinned. "What makes her special isn't just her beauty."
Ren thought, E-cup… not bad… what cup is Lucia? Hers melon's are big too…
The announcer continued, "She's a virgin… and, on top of that… I'll show you rather than just tell you, esteemed guests."
A man stepped forward with a knife and sliced her hand. The girl screamed in pain.
Ren's eyes widened. What the hell!?
Julius hissed, "These idiots are ruining the price by damaging her!"
But before the discussion could go further, a faint green glow appeared around her wound. It healed instantly.
"See that?" the announcer said. "She can heal herself… or anyone."
Ren's grin widened. Now that's what I was looking for.
Julius groaned. "Too awesome… I want her too—but I don't have enough to buy her. I'm damn sure of that."
"Let's start the bidding, without further ado: 25,000," the announcer said.
Julius muttered, Even the starting bid is more than half my profit!
But the old baldy instantly raised it to 26,000.
Others joined in, and soon the stakes climbed to 35,000—with the baldy in the lead.
Julius shook his head. "We have no chance."
Ren's faint smile appeared. "Now you will see!"
He bid 37,000.
"Did we hear that right?" the announcer exclaimed. "37,000 from No. 6!"
The old baldy twitched. You're messing with the wrong person, brat!
Julius whispered, shocked. "Brother… you're richer than I even thought."
The baldy didn't back down. 38,000.
Ren wasted no time and countered with 39,000.
The baldy raised again: 40,000.
Ren instantly bid 41,000.
"Brother… are you sure about wasting this much money on one slave… even with her abilities?" Julius asked.
Ren replied coolly, "Money is just a pile of dust… I'll get what I want."
Julius' eyes sparkled behind his mask, impressed. Brother is seriously on another level.
Ren's thoughts flickered with curiosity. Wait… the currency is gold. It melts, not burns to ashes… so it really is a pile of molten metal…?
The baldy, desperate and on the verge of collapse, still raised to 41,500.
Ren's face darkened with irritation. "Okay… now I'm annoyed with this little game of yours."
The baldy laughed arrogantly. "Backing down now!?"
Julius hissed through clenched teeth. That piece of shit!
Ren said coldly, "50,000… I said 50,000!"
The baldy muttered, defeated, barely audible.
The announcer, in disbelief, stammered, "Did we hear that right!? 50,000 from No.6… 50,000!"
The old baldy's face drained of color. His body slumped slightly in the chair as he murmured, 50,000…
Ren smirked, a spark of pure amusement in his eyes. Now that's what I call an enjoyable show.
[ Now! How do you like that, Baldy? Ha! ]
The announcer's voice shook with disbelief.
"Anyone… 50,000… one… 50,000… two… 50,000… three—"
Before he could finish.
The metal door EXPLODED.
BOOOOM!
Shockwaves of dust and debris scattered everywhere.
SCREAMS
CRASHES