Love Taker [Quick Transmigration]

Imprisoned in darkness, I don't know how long it has passed.

The body is trapped in an iron cage, and the body is also bound by steel chains, unable to move. Even if you want to see the movement around you, your eyes are covered by blindfolds, and the world falls into darkness.

He was entrenched inside like a wild beast, and he could only hear the sound of the cloth covering the cage rubbing against each other, and the people outside were speaking in a low voice.

But no matter how hard he tried to eavesdrop, he couldn't hear what they were saying.

Inadvertently eating the medicine mixed in the food by the administrators of the arena, the man can only regret that he has fallen into such a superficial trap because of lack of vigilance.

After taking the drug, he fell into a drowsy sleep for an unknown amount of time, and when he woke up, he could only lie here like a caged animal, feeling the bumps of the cage, and tasting anxiety alone.

If it wasn't for the past habit of keeping calm on the battlefield and in life, the current situation would have made him lose his cool.

A slave has no human rights, and now he is imprisoned by people, and seems to be transported somewhere, must be bought as a private slave because of the conversion from a gladiator slave who is just a consumable.

But he didn't know where the shaking cage would end up, or maybe it was because he was discovered by those people in the arena.Thinking of this, he had to bite his lip to use the pain to calm himself down.

Even in the worst situation, he will definitely be able to seize the opportunity to fight back.

the man told himself.

Finally, the cage was lowered, and the sound of people leaving was heard.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard the rustling sound of the heavy cloth being pulled from the cage, and then the heavy sound of the iron frame door specially used to trap ferocious animals being lowered.

He wanted to seize this opportunity to quickly grab the person who opened the cage door, but he tried to move his arm, and estimated that this distance would not allow him to successfully break free from the shackles on his hands and feet.

What's more, he couldn't see the situation outside clearly, so he could only step back vigilantly, avoiding the light that could be faintly seen through the blindfold.

A humble and flattering voice came from outside: "It's him, young master."

Master...?

But the person called the young master didn't respond. He heard the sound of the iron frame door being pulled up, and then the sound of the fabric rubbing, getting closer and closer until it stopped in front of him.

The hairs all over his body were straightened, nervously and calmly waiting for the other party's action.

"Master, it's too dangerous!"

The young master who couldn't see his face stretched out his hand, and when the man was too stunned to react, he gently scratched his chin, which made him flinch subconsciously, and he heard a strange voice and said with a smile: "It's the first time we met, you will be my slave from now on, little wolf dog."

It was a very clear and clear boyish voice. Although it had a frivolous and arrogant feeling, it was not annoying, on the contrary, it felt appropriate, and it was a very nice voice.

But the man nervously compared with the people he knew in the past, but none of them matched.

Not someone who might have recognized his true identity.

Is it really just an ignorant nobleman who bought him as a personal gladiator?

Finding that even saying "little wolf dog" couldn't make the other party react, the young man muttered boringly: "I really don't understand what kind of fun it is..."

Then he suddenly chuckled, and approached him as if he had found some fun.

He has been regarded as a gladiator slave like a wild beast for a long time, but this is the first time someone dared to get so close to him, and this guy is too daring.

The man opened his eyes wide in surprise, but he felt the warm breath getting closer, making his neck itchy from the heat.

He couldn't help shrinking slightly, and frowned because of the strange feeling that was getting stronger and stronger for some reason, but he felt that the boy suddenly turned his head, put his lips close to his earlobe, and licked it slightly.

Frightened by this frightening action in his eyes, the man exploded, and with the sound of the pulled metal chains colliding with each other, he instinctively wanted to fight back.

At such a close distance, even if he is imprisoned and weak, he can hang the other party's strength, but when he tried to resist, he felt a sharp pain when he just touched the corner of the boy's clothes, and his whole body seemed to be pierced by lightning. , The pain caused him to rush upwards.

"Wow!"

Hitting the top of the already narrow iron cage, the feeling of his head colliding with the metal made the man uncontrollably grunt in pain, but the shock of realizing a certain fact completely suppressed the short-lived pain.

He couldn't believe what he had noticed, his heart was full of horror, and, even though he had fallen to this point, he still kept calm, and it didn't appear suddenly until now——

fear.

—Slave contract.

The instinctive reaction of the body to be warned and punished because of its aggressive tendency just now is a slave contract.

But how could anyone use such a precious thing on a slave who was a gladiator? !Not to mention the harsh conditions and the amount of gems that need to be paid when signing, this kind of slave contract with strict terms is a precious treaty that can only be signed once in a lifetime.

After signing, it means that the party regarded as a slave will always be tame to the master, and must not attack the master, and when the master speaks in a commanding tone, he must never resist.The real deal, the real slave.

Even if he is reduced to the current situation, he firmly believes that he will be able to take revenge one day, could it be——

Seeing the man who couldn't see the outside world clearly because of the blindfold, who was enduring the pain in his head while staring in his direction in disbelief, the young nobleman smiled happily,

"The slave contract is very effective." He said to the servants behind him, "express my gratitude to Master Delaixiu, and then double the pre-agreed price to him. I'm going to have afternoon tea, take my The little wolf dog is dressed up and brought to the back garden."

"Yes." The servant replied humbly.

He touched his head in the man's wide-eyed eyes, rubbed his hair as if training a dog, and ordered in a commanding tone: "Take care of yourself and be obedient."

He gritted his teeth, but couldn't go against his body's will, and nodded.

Then the servant lowered his voice and seemed to say something in a low voice. He pricked up his ears vigilantly, but only heard the young man calmly responding in a clear voice: "Yes, teach him like this."

A creepy happy laugh.

……

"your name?"

"...Ahai Yuta."

"Ahai Yuta... What a strange name."

The servant in the room was rummaging through the clothes in the alley, and while arranging the clothes he was going to wear later, he was asking for his information.

Having just come out of the rude and emotionless forced bath, the man rubbed his wrists that were red from being chained, and stood there naked, letting the remaining water droplets on his body fall to the Huahua he was stepping on. Plush blanket, frowning tightly.

Being forced to wash his body by several servants who were far weaker than him, it was like washing ingredients, it was a great shame for him.But even if he wanted to resist halfway, the unabated effect of the medicine was enough to make his struggles easily suppressed by those servants.

——What's more, the effect of that damn contract is much stronger than he imagined. Just one sentence from that boy is enough to make him unable to violate the order of "take care of himself".

But now the strength in the body has almost recovered.The man looked around the rich and luxurious house decorated so richly and luxuriously, and looked at the window, secretly guessing the possibility of knocking out the servant and escaping from this place.

……no.

After his ability was sealed, all he could use was his physical combat skills, which could only cope with fighting in the arena, but still couldn't fight against first-class knights.Once found by the knights hired by the noble mansion, he will be treated as a slave trying to escape.

Although since the master-servant contract was signed, the boy should not be wasted enough to kill him, but he has heard about how harsh the master's method of punishing escaped slaves is in the past.

Not to mention... this damn master-servant contract.

Just the "obedient" that the boy said when he left could make him stand here obediently.

As he thought to himself, he cautiously probed the servant for information about his so-called master.

"Ah, yes, you should know the identity of your master." The servant said with a smile, "Master, he is the head of the Vandagar family."

Vandagar... the earl?

"Vandagar's patriarch is not Kai Kunyin..." He suddenly realized that he had spoken information that normal slaves should not know, immediately frowned and kept silent.

But the servant was struggling to choose clothes that would make the young master happy when he saw it, so he didn't notice it at all, and just continued casually: "Earl Kequin died of illness a year ago, so now the young master is taking over the clothes." Young master, Ivan Vandagar, however, whether in person or now, as a slave, you cannot directly address him by his name, just address him as master."

He kindly reminded.

... I really don't know if it's luck or misfortune.

man thought.

Although he barely changed his appearance, Earl Kequinn would definitely recognize him at a glance based on his friendship on the battlefield, and all the humiliation he had paid would be in vain by then.

But... Ivan Vandagar, even if I recall the name, I don't have much impression of it.

All he remembered seemed to be the only son of the Vandagar family.An arrogant and reckless dude with no special talents, except for those extravagant behaviors that are disgusting, he has no sense of presence in the social circle of the imperial capital.

But why did he buy himself?Also signed such a master-servant contract?

The young master probably didn't recognize him, so...he saw his ability in the arena, and wanted to use it as a force for slaves to fight at the banquet?

The man was thinking seriously, but unexpectedly the servant yelled happily, jumped in front of him, and handed the clothes in his arms.

"Here, put it on quickly, the young master will be happy when he sees it."

"..." The man looked at the clothes in his arms in astonishment.

The small piece of cloth made him unable to figure out how to put it on for a moment, and it took him a long time to realize that what was covered was not the position on the body that should be covered.Ambiguous pink and green, embroidered buds full of hints.

However, there is also a tulle-style long dress, a feminine style, which must be half-covered and half-revealed. It is obviously wearing clothes, but it is more like not wearing anything, which makes people feel even more ashamed.

This kind of clothes...is actually for him to wear? !

Low air pressure was released from the man's body, and the whole room immediately fell into a cold feeling.

But the innocent servant didn't realize it at all, he just shivered at the sudden cold, looked around suspiciously, wondering if it was winter that forcibly crossed summer, and then continued to happily say to the man: "This This dress is great, right? The back of the trousers is open, if the young master needs it later, you can just lie on the recliner in the back garden..."

"I want to ask a question." The man interrupted the other party abruptly.

"Huh?" The servant blinked, "Let's talk."

"...Ivan Vandagar bought me, what is the purpose?"

"Slave on the bed!"

The servant answered him as a matter of course, "Although your combat skills are very good, the young master has always been only interested in Fengyue. It is enough for the slave on the bed to please the master by looking at his face. Combat skills are just an aid to increase the master's sense of conquest!"

He kindly advised: "Appropriate resistance is a taste for the master, but remember not to overdo it. Use your strength to please him and let him see your submission. Nobles who love combat skills like this the most."

"..."

Take a deep breath.

"boom!"

……

The flowers in the garden have a strong fragrance.

Because of the magic cast, even in the hot summer, there is still a breeze blowing gently on the trees in the garden, passing through the open door, accompanied by the fragrance of violets and roses.Overrunning honeysuckle blossoms in gold, murmuring stories silently, echoing the distant din from far away.

Ivan sat in the garden like this, gazing leisurely at the flowers surrounded by bees, picking up the teacup from time to time, and taking a leisurely sip of the rich-scented afternoon tea inside.

Until the slave who didn't know how to style directly opened the door and ran in, standing opposite and looking at him with cold eyes, he just smiled and raised his eyes, carefully sizing up the other party's attire.

Different from the disheveled slaves in the arena, the man who cleaned his whole body showed the composure and handsomeness of a cheetah.On the sharp-edged face, the sharp expression can cut people, not to mention the emotionless ice-blue eyes, which are really like sapphires, so beautiful that people want to enjoy and touch them.

It doesn't look like it from any angle.

Golden eyes.

The guy who killed him.Compared with the harshness and coldness of the person in front of him, there is a kind of gentleness that makes people disgusted.

But... their essence is the same.

—Incurable chivalry.

That self-righteous disgusting feeling can't be hidden under any circumstances.

"I heard that you soaked all the clothes I bought for you..." Ivan said with a regretful expression, "It cost me a lot of money to buy them, and the seller enthusiastically recommended them to me. How many tricks and ways to play."

He smiled lazily, as beautiful as the flowers in the garden, "Did someone come over just now and say that you injured the knight I ordered to stop you?"

Ivan looked up and down the knight underwear, breeches, and straight black boots worn by the man with a terrible complexion, making him look more upright and proud—these are probably taken from those knights—and he couldn’t help but smile: "But now it seems that you are indeed suitable for such a dress. You should dress like a man rather than a woman."

The ambiguous tone was like a whisper in the ear, and the man frowned tightly, without saying a word, and he didn't bother to point out the problems and the hidden disgusting meaning in the other party's words.

But the boy slowed down his voice, weakened the soft and ambiguous color, and ordered coldly:

"Now, then, my slave, come and kneel for me."