Capítulo 2: Acquiring werewolf Linden

Seraphina unbuttoned Linden's suit jacket, and casually tore off his white shirt.Just like unwrapping a cheap gift.

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Fortunately, Linden, the grey-eared one, wasn't left maimed from the fight. Not only that, he unexpectedly defeated the seasoned boxer Aiden in the ring, clinching the championship.

It was his debut match, and he was thrilled. Yet, the prize money wasn't substantial. Linden could only earn five hundred international credits after a night of hard work here, while Seraphina's dress was worth thirty thousand.

Ophelia had bet on Aiden, losing a day's wages. Although in a sour mood, she kindly informed Seraphina that buying "goods" from such venues required additional cleaning and inspection fees. It would be better to choose a cleaner orc from the street next door. Seraphina politely declined Ophelia's suggestion and went straight to the manager's office, intending to purchase Linden.

Buying a slave here was not only expensive but also couldn't be taken directly home. The security in the black market was inferior to that of regular slave-selling shops. Moreover, the most crucial aspect of a slave was obedience and docility. Purchasing a slave from a boxing arena carries risks.

After all, orcs were most vibrant when they first transformed into human form, akin to human childhood. It was the prime time for taming, as their bodies were similar to adult humans, yet their minds couldn't compare. It was a relatively innocent period, ideal for shaping character.

However, orcs who could enter the boxing ring were essentially adults. Most female humans wouldn't purchase adult orcs from the black market.

But for a high-status human like Seraphina, the price of several hundred thousand international credits was only half a month's wages. Seraphina planned to cover all inspection fees.

The boxing arena owner, while meticulously recording details, repeatedly asked her, "Just in case, may I ask what purpose you're buying him for? Do you have any alternatives at home? Linden has just arrived, and we aren't very familiar with his temperament. However, the person who introduced him for work said he has a gentle personality, and we haven't noticed any issues. But if you have any dissatisfaction, we will do our best to resolve it."

Listening to the owner's lengthy discourse, Seraphina responded succinctly, "For ordinary purposes. First-time purchase, no similar products at home."

The owner understood. It was evident that this high-class young lady favored tall and imposing adult orcs.

After all, it was a matter of making money. There was no reason to refuse.

The owner called Linden over for inspection while Seraphina sat in the manager's office, sipping tea and reviewing his information. She only realized he was originally a wolf.

Linden wasn't sure what was happening.

He was still reveling in the joy of winning the match, calculating how much prize money he could use to buy delicious food for his sister at home. Suddenly, he was summoned to the manager's office. The human office space felt a bit cramped to him. Standing at the doorway, he felt a bit lost and awkward, unsure where to place his hands.

Seraphina looked up and saw Linden's human form standing at nearly two meters tall. He wore a tattered sweatshirt hastily put on during the journey, with frayed edges, but it was evident it had been washed clean. His muscular body was well-proportioned, and his tail hung behind him, almost reaching his shins.

Seraphina had never looked at an orc up close before. She stood up, walked over to him, and reached up to pinch Linden's face. The owner quickly asked Linden to open his mouth, and Seraphina saw his intact teeth before closing it for him.

Linden had bruises around his mouth and some swelling on his body, but it was minor.

Seraphina bought advanced medicine that would heal when sprayed. As long as they weren't glaring wounds or disabilities, it was fine.

Linden awkwardly tugged at his sports sweatshirt. He wore black shorts, and he looked down as the human lady touched him all over until she reached between his legs.

Seraphina pinched directly, and the size pleasantly surprised her, curling her lips.

Linden's eyes widened in shock at that moment.

Only then did Linden understand what he had become.

Like many orcs, he was about to become a human's slave. He might end up doing household chores like a domestic robot, serving as a tool for pleasure, or worse, being dismembered, tortured, and then tossed on the ground to feed dogs or something similar.

If he was lucky, he might earn some pocket money in his brief life.

He stood still at the crossroads of fate, silent as a rock.

Linden's hair also had some grayish-black strands. Seraphina reached out and touched it, then pinched his ears and tail. They trembled agilely under her touch, warm, soft, and elastic.

After touching him to her satisfaction, Seraphina informed the manager, "When can he be delivered?"

"The day after tomorrow. You set the time," the owner replied with a standard smile.

"8 a.m. in the morning. I'm off that day," Seraphina confirmed the time.

Seraphina usually made purchases swiftly. Once she set her sights on something, she would immediately place an order.

She filled out the form with a capacitive pen, her straight black waist-length hair cascading down as she bowed her head and pinned it behind her ears, where a silver diamond-encrusted butterfly pendant glowed faintly. Her eyebrows were of moderate thickness, her skin was smooth and wheat-colored, and her eyes were dark brown. She appeared to be around one meter and sixty-five centimeters tall, resembling an upper-class person.

This beautiful Asian woman looked to be in her early twenties, while Linden had lived for a hundred years. From the failed differentiation to the present, he had lived on Earth for thirty years. He still had a younger sister who was only one meter and thirty centimeters tall and attending an orc school on the first floor.

Linden opened his mouth and asked the only question he had in this transaction, "Which floor do you live on, Miss?"

"Third floor," she replied, her tone indifferent, devoid of much emotion.

Linden wasn't aware of her temperament or disposition, but he had no reason to refuse.

After all, this was a quicker way to make money, and she was a third-tier human lady who didn't seem too vicious. As long as he could save money or please this human lady, he could bring back over a thousand credits this month.

Moreover, he didn't have the right to refuse. In this world, humans had the right to turn every lower-class orc on Earth into their slaves.

After Seraphina signed, she left. She bought some monitoring devices and also requested that during his physical examination, Linden would share his field of vision with her—meaning she could see what his eyes could see, ensuring he was indeed healthy.

Her focus was on buying a living sex toy to engage with physically. This aspect couldn't be taken lightly.

On Sunday at eight o'clock, the owner promptly brought Linden to Seraphina's doorstep. He wore a decent black pinstripe suit, with a deep red collar around his neck.

The owner still wore the standard smile, showing off his eight teeth. He nodded and bowed, handing the rope to Seraphina, giving her some instructions and also including a manual for using the wolf-type orc, both electronically and in a booklet.

Seraphina casually flipped through the booklet, finding it not much different from the biology knowledge she had learned before. Then, she closed the door, pulling Linden into the house.

It was a spacious single-story three-hundred-square-meter bachelor pad, equipped with fitness equipment and a small swimming pool. For Seraphina's status, it was already a small residence.

However, Linden had always lived in temporary grass sheds built under bridges. This was his first time seeing a true "home," and he couldn't help but marvel at his surroundings, curious about everything.

Seraphina remembered that when Linden went to get checked, he was taken away for something she hadn't seen. She was afraid the owner would do something beyond her control, so she brought Linden to the sofa, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and casually tore off his white shirt.

Just like unwrapping a cheap gift.