The hall filled with shouts as the audience began catcalling.
“Ugh…”
Koishi was briefly overwhelmed by those voices and came to a stop.
But after shutting her eyes and opening them again, her hesitation had vanished. She walked down the stage a step at a time.
Her body was still in the process of growing and her bust in particular was still only about an A-cup. Due to that, her breasts did not jiggle much and the tape hiding her nipples stayed in place even after several steps. Someone in the audience shouted “show us your tits”.
Two steps before the center, the catcaller got half his wish when the tape slipped away from her right breast. The light pink color briefly came into view and cheers erupted in the hall.
Koishi quickly fixed the tape and finally arrived in the center.
“…”
She had been told what to do next.
Lusty eyes were focused on her from every direction. That inspired too much embarrassment for even the strongest of wills to bear. Her face was stiff with tension and so pale it looked like she was about to pass out.
Shibaki stared intently at that expression.
“Kh.”
She again squeezed her eyes shut and reopened them. That acted as a switch to shake off her embarrassment, so as instructed, she turned around and bent her hips at a 90-degree angle.
She stuck her ass out toward the audience.
The red tape on her right shoulder was pulled right and the one on her left shoulder was pulled left. The two tapes overlapped at her crotch, but they pulled apart there and spread her butt to either side.
This revealed her anus and also spread her hidden crevice to expose her light pink vulva. A camera zoomed in on that and the TVs installed across the hall displayed a close-up of her flesh which looked like soft and sweet mizu yokan. The hall erupted in cheers and applause.
“Kh…hh…”
Koishi suffered through the three required seconds.
Shibaki continued staring at the look on her face.
“You did well.”
Once the show was over, they immediately left the hotel and took a tunnel back to the Kurosaki leisure facility.
When he used his phone to check the price she had earned, he saw she had reached 50 times the normal market value.
However, she had not been sold to those customers. Shibaki had chosen a random value above what they were bidding and bought her under his name. Now they were hurrying back to the leisure facility that was used for his training job.
Koishi kept her mouth shut and said nothing the entire time. Her expression did not change either, but she squeezed the coat he had given her and frustration filled her eyes like tears.
Shibaki observed that expression.
(She will make the finest product.)
He smiled in his heart.
Putting the girl in the show before training her was a form of test.
A girl with so little shame she could endure that humiliation just fine would never make a good product. They had to resist it, but if they were too soft and either sat down or cried before striking the required pose, they would be hard to train. On the other hand, it was not good for them to look resigned to their fate when they struck the pose. If they sulked about their humiliation, they would be a second-rate product.
They had to tremble with embarrassment while striking the pose.
They could not wholly give in or wholly refuse. They needed to maintain their pride and face the humiliation.
And then that same pride had to make them tremble in shame.
That type made for the best products.
Koishi was that type.
“You are a masochist. A born slave who truly loves serving men.”
“!”
Koishi snapped out of her daze and glared at him when he more or less rejected her entire personality.
He made sure not to look away. He had made slaves of more than 500 women, so his eyes seemed able to predict what this girl would do. She had not run from that humiliation, but…
“Kh…”
When facing another person, her eyebrows weakly drooped.
“Heh heh. Looks like you do know you’re a slave after all.”
He triumphantly reached for the chest of the coat she was holding so tightly.
She was not wearing anything underneath. He grabbed her breast which still had marks from the plastic tape. He lightly massaged it and rolled it around.
She clenched her teeth and bore with it…but she appeared to be quite sensitive. When he rolled her nipple around, a sigh escaped her lips. Shibaki was enjoying this now, so he moved his hand down.
“I bet you’re awfully wet. Well, are you?”
“Please…stop.”
Her skinny waist looked soft, but he felt her abs pushing back at him. It was more than just her temperament. The feel of her skin also seemed to tempt men to touch her. She would be able to manipulate so many men with that skin alone.
He slid his hand down to her tightly closed thighs and forced them open. He touched her secret flesh which was still hot from all the gazes violating it.
“Yes, you are wet.”
“Th-that’s sweat. …Yes, it’s only sweat.”
“Is it now?”
Shibaki of course knew that the dampness he felt was only a nervous sweat.
But that was not the issue here. As he softly massaged her down there…
“Ah…kh, stop…sto- ahn.”
She grabbed at his hand, but she could not pull it away and could only gasp from the sensation. Her body squirmed so much that she was more embracing his upper arm than grabbing at his hand.
The fact that he had bought her as a product was of course a factor, but this girl had a truly passive nature.
She probably was not aware of it herself, but a top-rate trainer like Shibaki had seen through to that fundamental aspect of her personality.
She was a masochist. She was a slave deep down. He had not been lying when he said that.
Whether or not someone had the temperament to be a slave ultimately came down to how passive they were at the core.
And when that was combined with her sensitivity…
“You will start working with a customer tonight. I will get you ready, so spread your legs.”
“Eh? A-already?”
“There is a man who likes girls like you. C’mon, I have some lubricant for you.”
He pulled a white cream from his pocket.
He used his phone to check the final price she had been bought for under the name Shibaki. He sent a price twice as high to the customer. After watching him do that almost mechanically, the girl relented and opened the front of her coat.
He rubbed the cream deep inside her vagina, but it was still a mechanical thing, like he was just doing his job. It must have hurt a little because Koishi groaned dully.
And then…
“Nhh.”
Shibaki did not miss the sweet nasal breath when he teasingly stroked her clit.
“Oh ho ho. This is wonderful. What a cute thing you are.”
Koishi was brought to an inn next to a golf course in the mountains.
They had entered a tunnel on the way there and she had not been able to see outside for a good long while, so she was unsure where she even was. While nervous about that, she was brought to a room in the back of the inn. A man named Ookura sat the seat of honor in a room where around 10 people were partying. That was her customer for the night.
They moved to an adjacent room with a few guards left outside. The room contained two futons laid out side by side and the man started laughing and removing his clothes as soon as they walked in.
“I’ve already washed up, so don’t you worry about that. Oh, and you don’t have to wash up. I like you as you are. Eh hee hee.”
“…Yes, sir.”
As Shibaki had instructed her, she removed her clothes, sat down, and placed her hands politely in front of her knees. When she gave a polite bow, Ookura grinned even more.
“Yes, yes, excellent. My granddaughter turned 10 last month and she says she doesn’t want to take baths with her grandpa anymore, so I was feeling a little lonely. Hee hee hee. Will you help comfort me?”