Chapitre 6: You don’t have to be naked
Wade was thinking about what words he should say to turn this young woman into his ally, and that's when he realized his social skills were terrible.
As someone who grew up on the harsh streets, his life had always been solved simply by hitting harder than his rivals. Although it was clear that this wasn't always enough, sometimes a bit of cunning was needed, but for the most part, the strongest always came out on top. And Wade was especially good at that.
However, when things got out of control, his friend Kalen was always there. Despite living on the streets, Kalen had the eloquence and intelligence of the most cunning villain.
'Damn, there were even times when we were about to be killed by the mafia, and Kalen saved us by deceiving the mafia leader.'
Wade nostalgically remembered some of his friend's exploits. Although Wade wasn't far behind, Kalen was by far the genius mind in the group.
'Maybe it's his genius mind that keeps him away from the tribulation.'
Thinking about it, entering tribulations might be one of the stupidest actions a human could take, and maybe that's why his mind held him back. But Wade wasn't known for making the wisest decisions; he generally followed his instincts.
"Don't worry... I don't want to hurt you."
Wade spoke, trying to keep his tone soft, attempting to calm the young woman. However, she remained on guard in front of him. It seemed that, at any moment of carelessness, she would attack him with all her strength.
A moment later, she looked away, closed her eyes, and moved her hands aside, revealing her two large breasts.
This action caught Wade's attention, and he was mesmerized by the two enormous mounds protruding through the thin fabric.
But it didn't end there. Without giving him time to speak, the young slave gently moved her hands, attempting to lift her shirt.
'She's undressing!'
Although Wade felt a strong desire to see the young woman's body with nothing on, something was bothering him.
The young woman's face constantly avoided Wade's gaze as she squeezed her eyes shut, with small tears about to escape them.
'She just wants to survive.' Wade thought heavily in his heart, as a deep respect for her grew.
Quickly, he set his desires aside and reached out his hand to stop her.
"Wait!"
He wanted someone he could trust, which is why he didn't want her to do anything she felt forced to do. If he allowed the young woman to continue down this path, the only thing he would achieve was pushing the slave into joining the conspiracies.
However, contrary to what was expected, she struggled intensely, pulling on her arm as if desperate to continue her actions. Some strange cries came from the young woman.
This confused Wade quite a bit, who kept his hand in the struggle. Although she was weak, she used her whole body in the effort, and at one point, Wade fell on top of her.
The soft peaks collided against his chest, while Wade had the beautiful face of the attractive young woman just inches away.
"Stop," his voice came out softly.
"Ah! Ah!"
The young woman let out some strange cries again, indicating her pain. Hearing this, Wade quickly pulled away from her.
The struggle had ended, and the slave seemed to have calmed down, but several questions arose in Wade's mind.
'Why was she so determined to undress?' Though this question was quickly answered. 'Perhaps she feels obligated to act this way in front of someone of Doyle's level.'
Certainly, this was the case. The slave was aware of her beauty, and since becoming a slave, she knew her fate would be to serve her masters in this way. Although she felt despair at the thought of being taken by all those guards, being rescued by Doyle had given her a ray of hope.
In her mind, she felt she had to do everything possible to make 'His Majesty' fall in love with her body. After all, being used only by the heir was much better than being a toy for all the guards.
After answering himself, another question arose. After all that struggle, and all she did was scream. Thinking about this, Wade became curious and asked.
"Are you mute?"
The young woman looked at him for a moment until she finally nodded, leaving the room in an awkward silence.
'Damn,' he thought.
It wasn't that he had anything against the young woman being mute; in his normal life, he had met some people with the same condition. It's just that upon discovering she couldn't speak, he wondered how she ended up as a slave.
As soon as this doubt crossed his mind, the only answer he could think of was that she was taken as a slave solely for her beauty.
He knew the world through Doyle's memories, and he could say this thought wasn't crazy. Even Doyle had condemned several women to slavery solely for their beauty.
However, having a victim of this in front of him was heartbreaking. To think that the heavens had punished her by taking away her ability to speak, only to grant her a beauty that became a curse even crueler than the punishment itself.
Wade felt pity for the young slave. For a moment, he considered setting her free and taking another slave to taste his food, but he was sure that as soon as he released her, the guards would waste no time taking her.
After letting out a small sigh, Wade decided to continue with his plan. But first, he would have to win her over to his side, as it was still clear she didn't trust him.
Seeing that words wouldn't work, Wade remembered his friend's actions. Being a great talker, he was naturally a great seducer, and on several occasions, Wade had seen his tactics to seduce various women.
Remembering one of his tactics, Wade took out a red handkerchief with small golden embroidery around it and began folding it in different ways.
The young woman curiously watched Doyle's seemingly pointless actions. Meanwhile, she wondered what he was up to. Did he not want her body? Why did he take her if not for her body?
However, all those questions were set aside when the person in front of her revealed what he was doing.
As he extended his hand, what was once a handkerchief had transformed into a small, beautiful rose with golden embroidery.
He gently took the young woman's hands and placed the rose in them. Seeing the young woman's surprised face, he knew his tactic had worked.
In a desert world, roses were something out of the ordinary, something only the richest possessed, and even then, there were very few, as taking care of them required water, which was very scarce.
Because of this, the appearance of a rose before her eyes was something unimaginable for the young woman, and she was captivated by it.
Taking advantage of the moment, Wade continued speaking softly while holding the young woman's hands.
"I need you to help me."
Upon hearing this, Wade saw how the young woman's gaze toward him changed. It was clear that with these few words, he had gained some trust from her.
Although he felt a little guilty, knowing that he was taking advantage of the young woman's desperate situation.
But this didn't matter; any sentimentalism would have to be set aside if he wanted to get through this trial. Taking on a tribulation meant doing whatever it took to survive.
Next, Wade explained to the young woman that she would stay with him, tasting his food the entire time until the journey was over, making sure to skip the part where the food might be poisoned and in the end, he promised that he would protect her once the journey was over.
Hearing this last part made the young woman's eyes light up with joy. In an instant, she seemed to radiate happiness.
"Well… Now that we have everything clear, you don't have to be naked… You can cover yourself if you want."
As he said these words, Wade lamented internally, as he was depriving himself of a wonderful view.
The silent young woman seemed to have forgotten that her breasts were exposed through the fabric. Quickly, she searched around for something to cover herself with until she found a long sheet that was subtly folded to one side of the room.
Without letting go of the rose in her hands, she swiftly covered herself completely with the blanket. She wasn't particularly large, except for her breasts, so the blanket was able to cover her entirely.
But suddenly, an intense burning sensation coursed through her entire body. The feeling was nothing like what she had experienced; it didn't resemble the heat or cold she used to struggle with daily. The sensation was as if her skin was disintegrating with every passing second.
The burning was unbearable, so in the next moment, a deafening scream erupted from her, alerting Wade and everyone nearby.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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