Man Slave Manhwa Novels & Stories

Headmaster's throne glowed brighter. Jin walked to fallen Kross. "Tell your King," Jin said, looking down. "500 slaves. Tomorrow morning. Or I come to Demon Kingdom and take 50,000 myself." [Seal Break: A+ 91% -> 99% - On edge of S-] END OF CHAPTER 15

She wept lowly knowing she would be the one to face her husband's punishment as Master Damien never punished his offenders. He slew them and their family become his slaves and serve him. If you are lucky enough to attract him, you would be turned into his sex slave. But in her case, she already knew he does not sleep with married women so her punishment would be to work in the farmlands day and night with little food. If you were lucky enough, you would survive but if you were not, you die and your dead body would be thrown into the blood river. Master Damien stepped into the room and glanced at the woman who was tied to a poll, Such a disgrace that her stupid husband went against his words.

one said. Her friend nodded. “That’s why I say, women should behave themselves. If you do something wrong, you’ll end up like that.” She went on, “If you can outcompete your husband’s mistress, that’s one thing. But if you’re like her, you’re powerless—you just get knocked down, beaten, dragged across the floor…” “Still, I saw blood with my own eyes. From what I could tell, her toe was broken. It’s been two hours since morning, and it’s still not over. Even if he was cheating, a little lesson would’ve been enough. Is that man’s wife really that cruel?”

Jean caught her breath in surprise. "Who chased you? Ghost?" He asked innocently. "Scarier than a ghost." Jean replied. The man Jean called Chan is Park Chanyeol. A native man of South Korean nationality who has lived in New York for a long time. Jean and Chanyeol have been friends since junior high school. Even in high school, they were in the same school. Jean called Chanyeol with Chan, and Chanyeol called Jean with Je. They were always together. They were even being called couple goals by the whole school.

"We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—" "I don’t think anything," I cut in quietly, but firmly, my hands still picking up the remnants of the shattered meal. "I know what I am." The smaller woman laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. "What you are is a problem. You’re nothing but trouble. Master may have dragged you in, but don't think for a second that means you're special. We’ve seen many girls come and go—none lasted long." “I am not a slave.” My heart clenched, but I didn’t utter a word and kept my focus on the mess in front of me. The words stung, but I couldn’t afford to react.

"You might want to rethink that." "I like the idea of being Master's horniest slave. The one who wants and needs to fuck him the most. The one who will constantly be begging for his touch. I'm competing with two other slaves, Lisa primarily, and I'd like to stand out from the others. What better way than to be his neediest slave." "The main reason I called is to find out about the poker game. Obviously, I know slaves have sex at it, but not the details. What can you tell me about it?"

"Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time." I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

She repeated weakly, her lips trembling. “Three lines! Form three lines, fools,” Thorn growled, his long whip shining brightly in his hand. He quickly turned, his eyes fixed on me. “Get in line bitch,” he spat, his face twisted in a frown. “I'm try-ying,” I stuttered, pulling Steph. She could barely stand, her legs were bent making it impossible to lift her up. “Fuck!” I groaned, filled with frustration. The other slaves were already in line, murmuring within themselves.

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

They are those slaves that live and breathe mining. Even in the slave world, there's competition. Every slave's dream is to become King's Slave or Master's Slave because of the attention they'll be getting. Because it makes them feel special that they're wanted by people of the upper class. As Danika watched two slaves fight for who will suck their master's thick organ, she concluded that she can never understand them. This world she found herself in. King Lucien shoots occasionally glances at her. His eyes scrutinizing her face, and she gets lost in the look, the world drowning out.