A new figure was forced onto the worn wooden stage, the heavy thud of the trapdoor signaling her entrance. Arlo, like every other potential bidder, watched with detached interest. And, as was his habit, he immediately activated his appraisal skill, his gaze sharpening to assess the new commodity.
Chained on the wooden stage was a girl of stunning contrast. Midnight blue hair cascaded over sun-kissed skin, barely covered by a torn white shirt that gaped open to reveal a delicate, alluring frame. Heavy manacles circled her slender neck and wrists, their cold iron a brutal contrast to her softness.
She was still developing, but she had nice and big breasts, as well as a perfect body, with a thin waist and wide hips.
Arlo's pupils dilated slightly as the familiar blue shimmer flashed before his eyes. A translucent screen appeared in front of him, one only he could see.
[Appraisal skill activated.]
[Target: Female Human (Unconfirmed Hybrid)]
[Estimated Age: 16 years old]
[Profession Potential: Master Swordswoman – 100/100]
[Note: Potential is at maximum measurable value.]
Arlo's fingers twitched slightly on the armrest. A perfect 100 out of 100. Even among prodigies, that was absurd.
He had been using his appraisal in everyone to check out. And even someone as powerful as Hina, had only a 71/100 of potential to be a Marine, that, by the way, was her most promising future profession.
Besides her, the second largest number he found was 39/100, which was a random citizen's potential as a merchant. Before he could process it, another window popped up, the system's tone shifting to a more serious one.
[Special Detection Notice. [Trace of non-human heritage identified.]
[Bloodline: Lunarian – Recessive / Dormant State]
[Subject born without wings. Latent abilities not yet awakened.]
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His heartbeat quickened. Lunarian blood? Being on Mary Geoise, he would often hear about such things, so he knew it was a legendary race. But he thought they had been completely wiped out of existence.
Looking at the girl, he noticed she didn't have the typical black wings of a Lunarian. She was probably a mixed-race individual. And she probably hadn't unlocked her powers, meaning no one had noticed her true race.
The only hint to it was her slightly brown skin. And her hair was so dirty that he couldn't tell which color it had, but it looked like a dark blue tone.
The screen flickered again.
[Special Mission Issued]
Mission Title: "The Last Ember"
Objective: Secure and protect the Lunarian descendant.
Reward: 200 system points.
Arlo stared at the girl on stage, her head bowed, chains clinking softly as she trembled under the audience's mocking laughter.
His expression darkened. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and offered an absurd amount of money to buy her.
Hina shot him a look of pure disgust, noticing how he seemed far more eager to purchase a woman than he ever was to bid on a devil fruit.
And, with that, Arlo was pleased with what he had obtained. However the next items weren't particularly interesting. But just as he was considering leaving, however, the next item presented caught his full attention.
It was a specialized Den Den Mushi, no larger than a walnut. The auctioneer boasted of its incredible properties: a spy camera with a stealth shell that made it virtually undetectable to other Den Den Mushi, and the ability to automatically record all transmissions within a 10-meter radius. It was a surveillance tool of unparalleled value.
He needed it. But he couldn't have Hina, sitting stiffly beside him, reporting this particular purchase to her superiors. An idea, both wicked and effective, blossomed in his mind.
His gloved hand, which had been resting on her tight, casually drifted closer to her pussy.
She was wearing her standard marine uniform, and the fabric of her pants stretched taut over the powerful, thick muscles of her leg.
"Wait... what are you doing?" she whispered sharply, her body tensing.
Arlo didn't answer. He merely turned his head slightly, his eyes, cold and imperious from within the bubble helmet, meeting hers. It was a silent, terrifying reminder of her position. She was his escort, his property for the duration of this assignment.
To refuse him was to invite cataclysmic consequences. Her jaw clenched, but she fell silent, staring rigidly ahead at the auction stage.
Seeing her submission, Arlo's hand began to move. He started with a slow, circling massage on her inner thigh, high up, his fingers applying a firm, knowing pressure.
Hina stiffened, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her own knees. He could feel the tension in the corded muscle under his palm.
As the bidding for the Den Den Mushi began, his touch became more intimate, more invasive. His fingers traced a relentless path upwards, applying a subtle, rhythmic pressure through the fabric directly against her most sensitive area.
Hina let out a sharp, choked gasp and immediately bit her lip. A furious blush spread across her cheeks. She tried to focus on the auction, on her duty, but the sensation was a dizzying invasion. A warm, unwelcome pleasure began to pool in her belly, a traitorous response to the skilled, relentless stimulation.
"Fifty million berries," Arlo stated, his voice calm and steady, even as his fingers worked devilishly beneath the table.
The auctioneer acknowledged his bid. Another counter-offer came. Arlo's response was to increase his assault. He shifted his hand, his grip becoming more direct, the heel of his palm grinding against her in a slow, circular motion that made her thighs tremble.
Hina's breath hitched. Her professional composure was cracking, her mind clouding with a haze of shock and building ecstasy. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to retreat into herself, but her body was betraying her, responding ardently to the violation.
"Sixty million," Arlo bid coolly.
Then he leaned closer to Hina's ear, his hot breath fogging his helmet. "Stay still, my dear Marine," he murmured, his voice a venomous purr. "You are performing your duty... perfectly."
His words broke her. The combination of psychological domination and expert physical stimulation sent her over the edge. As the auctioneer slammed the gavel and declared,
"Sold to the esteemed Celestial Dragon for sixty million!", Hina's body reached its limit.
A powerful, ragged climax ripped through her. Her back arched violently against the seat, and a guttural, choked moan was torn from her throat, which she desperately tried to mask as a cough into her fist.
Her thighs clamped shut around his wrist, her entire frame shuddering for a long, breathless moment as waves of intense pleasure-punishment wracked her. She slumped forward, breathing heavily, utterly mortified and completely drained.
Arlo slowly withdrew his hand, with a look of triumph. He had the Den Den Mushi. And Hina, now flushed and disoriented, hiding her face in shame, had been too lost in a storm of forced pleasure to even notice what he had just acquired.
Arlo didn't bother to wipe his hand. He merely straightened his expensive coat and addressed the hall.
"Now that the formalities are concluded, I wish to meet my purchase alone. Escort the girl to a holding cell that is... suitably exclusive."
Hina felt a cold wave of disgust wash over the lingering heat in her core. She couldn't raise her eyes, not even to look at the man who had just so profoundly humiliated her, yet she made no move to resist. She simply remained slumped forward, utterly defeated.
The organizer was instantly attentive. He snapped his fingers at a guard. "You heard the customer! Ensure the slave is taken to the VIP cell immediately. Make sure it's secure and private. Our esteemed Celestial Dragon will want his privacy."
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