BBYW Vol. 3 Chapter 7 (WN)
Chapter 7 – Monsters Dwell on the Ship
“…I’m not familiar with this ceiling…or this woman.”
I woke up and tried to wrap my drowsy head around the current situation.
A stained wooden ceiling. A wobbling floor. The sound of waves and cries of seagulls in the distance.
The bluish/black-haired girl beside me was sleeping peacefully. I did know who she was — she was the girl I had taken as my slave the day before.
“A ship…right, yesterday I fell asleep like that…”
I was in the ship we had taken over from the Snakebone pirates. On the bed in the captain’s cabin.
I had taken the slave girl to bed as payment for taking her back to her homeland and fell asleep at the end.
Ever since Grace, my mother, had kidnapped me one week ago, I had not laid with a woman. It was probably my longest period of abstinence: because of that, I really went all out last night.
“How many times did we do it…? Anyway…this woman is something else…”
I looked at the sleeping girl and mumbled to myself, as a chill ran down my spine.
She was absolutely a virgin: bed-related arts were a complete mystery to her.
This pure and innocent girl, however, had taken my one week’s worth of pent-up frustration. She was my partner all night, without losing consciousness once.
Even among my lovers, very few can keep up with me all night on their own. Even Eliza, my personal maid, can barely pull it off. This girl was probably tougher than Sakuya and Shana.
“I might have found one hell of a beast here…haha, good thing I was the man that discovered her…”
I caressed the sleeping girl’s body without restraint, savoring its warmth and softness.
She had raw talent, without a doubt. One might even suspect she was a succubus.
The average man would definitely fall victim to her limitless potential, and taste heaven — as his lifeforce was sucked dry.
For the average man, she was a sex fiend, an angel — and a god of death.
“Me finding her here is probably a stroke of luck for the rest of the men of the world. If she was sold to a brothel, who knows how many men would become her prey…”
I nodded to myself, while I groped her mounds with both hands.
Our encounter was surely destined by the stars, or maybe a blessing granted by the god of the sea.
The girl opened her eyes, probably because of my “pranks”. Her scorched gold eyes reflected my figure.
“Yeah…morning…how does your body feel?”
“My body? I can’t explain it well, but…yes, I feel very refreshed.”
The girl cocked her head to the side, as if she was sincerely wondering why.
No virgin could have gone through a night like that and act so unfazed the morning after.
I couldn’t be wrong.
The girl before me was a natural-born sex demon.
“I see. If it really doesn’t hurt anywhere, I’m glad.”
“? Yes, thank you…by the way, do all slaves do that kind of work?”
Even after losing her virginity, the girl’s eyes brimmed with innocence.
If it was all an act, it was a damn good one. But she was probably being honest.
“Well, yeah, there are a lot of slaves that do it.”
“I see…it’s a tough job, but I will do my best!”
The girl clenched her hands in front of her chest, showing eagerness toward her new occupation.
I did my best to keep a smile on my face and patted her back.
“…yeah, but don’t push yourself too hard. It might be fatal, you know.”
“This job requires putting one’s life on the line, I see.”
“Yeah. Mine, mainly.”
It was me that decided to take the girl as my slave, but would I be able to survive until we reached her home island?
To spend all my energy and die on the bed was ideal, in a way, but if possible I would have liked to live a while longer.
I yanked the bedsheets off me and covered the girl with them, then picked up the clothes scattered on the floor.
The slave clothing she had been wearing until the day before were not suitable for a woman of mine.
I doubted I would find much women’s clothing on a pirate ship, but I wanted to give her at least something clean.
“I’m going to get you some proper clothes and food. Take it easy for a while.”
“In that case, I should…”
“Don’t go out looking like that…you’ll make more victims.”
The girl looked adorably confused. I turned around and put a hand on the doorknob, then stopped.
“…ah, sorry. What was your name again?”
I think I asked her last night, but it was so intense that I forgot.
“Oh yes. My name is Sue.”
The girl, Sue, sat politely on the bed, the bedsheets still on her head, and bowed her head deeply.
“I am in your care…master.”
“Ah…right. Same here.”
Sue’s all too earnest attitude, especially considering I was her slave master, took me completely off guard and completely soothed my spirits. I could only reply blankly, scratching my head.