Chapter 54: Chapter 55: How deep are we talking about?

Satvik was lying in his bed with his eyes opened wide while being squeezed by his maids from both sides.

Ever since he and Sandhya had returned from their 'date', his mind was only thinking about the cowgirl slave he had seen.

Although he had seen several depressed slaves for the past few years, he never thought so deeply about anyone.

Her lifeless expressions reminded him of himself until his grandfather came to his rescue.

He really wanted to help her.

"Can't sleep?" muttered Usha.

"You're still awake?" he asked in surprise.

"Who could fall asleep while someone keeps on sighing for like eternity?" said Sandhya.

Satvik sighed again.

"See" muttered Sandhya.

"So what's bothering you master?" questioned Usha while she sat up on the bed.

She was wearing a black negligee decoration with red laces and her assets were still visible due transparency of the thin fabric.

Sandhya sat up as well and she was wearing a similar design but a white variant.

Satvik followed the suit and sat up as well and rested his back on the head rest of the bed.

Then he said, "Today I saw this slave, at one of these slave merchants'stores in the Bazaar sector."

"When you accidentally bumped in those bi****s from the Clux clan?" questioned Sandhya in response to which Satvik nodded. 

"What about those bi***s?" questioned Usha with slightly raised eyebrows.

Sandhya then narrated the story about their encounter with Clux guild members.

"He treated our master like that and you let them live....?" Usha asked while shouting on top of her lungs.

Satvik used his hand to shut his maid and said, "Keep it low, will you."

"Oh! trust me I wanted to slit their throats so bad. But he made me take a pledge, that I won't hurt them" said Sandhya with an annoyed expression.

"Master is too soft" muttered Usha with a sigh.

Satvik flicked Usha's nose and said, "Will you listen to me or not?" 

"Go ahead" said Usha while holding her nose.

"So I saw this cowgirl slave, you know what I'm talking about, right? She had such features" he said while trying to explain.

"I think you might have seen a minotaur or something" muttered Usha.

"No she had more human-like features than compared to them" he said.

"Hehe, maybe someone really had a fetish for a monster and got laid with a minotaur " said Sandhya with a giggle.

"Or she might have been the daughter of a demigod. That would make sense doesn't it?" said Usha while thinking.

Satvik remained silent and thought about Nisha. Although it had been 5 years but he was pretty sure she might be still waiting for him.

'If we end up together would people judge me in a similar fashion' he thought.

But after a few seconds, he had a smug expression on his face while he thought, 'Hehehe! Who cares if I had such a beautiful wife the whole world could to hell, if I care.'

As Satvik was reaching closer to his 18 years age mark, the desire for women was also increasing with the passage of time.

He had already planned to go back to Meera and Nisha as soon as he got strong enough to accept their offer.

Heck he would even throw the other two psycho maids in the mix if they were interested to be a part of his Harem.

Then he suddenly remembered white haired woman who was supposed to be his first wife but they haven't seen each other in reality or dreams for a very long time.

"So what about her?" questioned Sandhya which stopped Satvik's wild train of thoughts.

"We need to help her to be free from slavery" said Satvik while clenching his fist.

"And?" asked Usha.

"What 'and'?" he muttered in confusion.

"Why are you that desperate to get her free from slavery. I'm pretty sure there were many other slaves in the store, why only her?" asked Sandhya.

"It's her chest isn't it?" asked Usha with a naughty smile.

"Heck no!" Satvik instantly replied.

"You don't have to act so embarrassed in front of us. You're still young and we aren't that well endowed as per your taste. We'll get her tomorrow for you" said Sandhya in a monotonous voice. 

Although she said that with a smile, her eyes had become lifeless as she covered her lackluster chest.

"No! it's not like that. I love your che... " Satvik stopped mid sentence and after clearing his throat continued.

"Ahem! what I meant was that she was cursed by someone. There are chances that she might have been someone who was a very strong or important person," he paused and then continued.

"Otherwise why would someone put such a strong curse on her. If she could join our cause, it will be very helpful in our future" he said.

He couldn't tell them that he wanted to rescue her from depression the same way he was rescued by his grandfather.

'It has nothing to do with her exceptional beauty and bountiful chest. Yep nothing at all' Satvik thought.

Then after a little more bantering they all fell asleep while holding on to each other in a tight embrace.

That night Satvik had another wet dream, which earned him a side stare from both of his maids.

He just wished that, he could release his sexual tension asap.

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Satvik then woke up and after getting fresh and eating the breakfast his lovely maids had prepared and later went to the slave store in the bazaar.

He was standing before the store and its name was 'By the Grace of Gods'.

Satvik thought that it was the most idiotic name for a slave shop he had ever saw.

He entered the store and there were many metal cages each of considerable dimensions, that could easily fit 8-10 slaves each.

The slave trader came rushing to greet the new customer and gave Satvik a bow with Namaste.

 ( A/N: Namaste is basic greeting).

"So what can I help you with, young man?" asked the slave trader with a businessman smile adorned on his lips.

Satvik was about to speak when the slave trader spoke again.

"Given your age, I'm pretty sure you're looking for a sex slave, aren't you? To calm that raging animal inside you, hehe!" said the man while rubbing both his palms and giving Satvik a wink.

"No not really" said Satvik with a poker face.

"You don't have to be shy, come here I'll show you my best product that can fit your budget. You're from Mujara Theatre aren't you?" asked the trader while walking.

Satvik nodded.

"You're quite famous with women, I don't know why are you looking for a sex slave. I can already tell, women would throw themselves at you" said the merchant with a laugh. 

Satvik didn't reply.

Then the duo was standing before a cage which mostly had women in their teens.

Satvik looked at the ladies and then at the slave trader with disgusted looks.

"Why are you showing me kids?" questioned.

"What are you talking about? They're all legal and in a similar age group to your's, dear customer " said the trader in confusion.

"I'm looking for something more mature" said Satvik with a straight face.

"Around what age are we looking at?" questioned the trader.

"30+, give or take " said Satvik.

The slave trader looked at him in confusion and said, "You want a sex slave that old? Usually people buy such old women to work as a maid or caretaker."

Satvik didn't care about the trader's opinion. He was a pilgrim of the MILF nation.

"You're the weirdest customer I've ever catered. Even old men would be drooling over these young beauties" said the trader.

Then Satvik realised, most of the slaves he had rescued always have been in their late teens or early 20's.

'Maybe people in this world can't appreciate a good wine' thought Satvik while reverse personifying his taste.

He always thought women were just like wine, the more mature they are, the more smoother and intoxicating it gets. 

Additionally, you don't have to be afraid of the FBI knocking at your door. It was a win-win situation.

The slave trader then walked him to another cell, it was holding a woman in their early 30's.

However, Satvik already had known which woman he was taking back so he didn't pay any attention.

"Don't you have something more extravagant?" asked Satvik.

The slave trader's expression changed and he said, "Oh now I know what you're looking for."

After saying that Satvik was taken to a smaller cell which only had one woman in it.

'Bingo' thought Satvik while looking at the woman before him.

She had slightly unkept strawberry blonde curls that reached below her waist and 2 white horns protruding from her head.

She was wearing simple floral dress which lightly hugged her body, highlighting her curves to the next level.

Although her blood red eyes looked like Scarlett colored rubies, they had lost their light. Even her slightly disfigured face couldn't eclipse her beauty.

"You know although she has a slightly disfigured face she's my most prized possession" said the trader.

After hearing his voice, the woman turned her gaze towards the duo and looked at them with a smiling face.

Although her lips were curled upwards, her eyes were not smiling. They were devoid of expressions. This squeezed Satvik's heart a little bit.

He didn't know the reason, but there was a deep desire that had clenched his heart to make this woman happy ever since he laid his gaze upon her.

"I hope your pocket is deeper than your desire, dear customer. She isn't cheap" said the trader.

"How deep are we talking about?" Satvik jumps straight to the point.

"10,000 gold coins" said the trader.

"You're kidding me right?" shouted Satvik.

The currency system of Medini was quite an easy one.

One gold coin was equal to 10 silver coins and 1 Silver coin was equal to 100 bronze. 

Although there were special coins or Royalbling as well which were made from rare metal from meteorites and they were quite rare, but its value differed from Kingdom to kingdom and from time to time.

An average workers daily wage would be around 20-30 copper coins and that was enough to meet the basic needs of two people for a day, food and roof included.

To put the price of the slave in perspective, Satvik's share from sale of black pepper profits was something around 950-1000 gold coins per month and he was already milking royal and noble treasury dry.

Heck he could have bought 100 slaves with that much money.

"No dear customer, I'm being honest" said the trader non-chalantly.

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