Chapter 12

Translated by boilpoil Edited by boilpoil

“I didn’t think they’d even bringing out their prima donna for you.”

Next to them are people smacking their tongues and praising. Their disdainful gazes sweeps over the elf surrounded by several people. The innocent and pure creature who was blessed by the heavens since it was born is now in total confusion. Its emerald hair seized mercilessly by someone behind it. The elf had to raise and expose its enchanting face towards the upper floor. Numerous marks tainted its snow-white skin. The eyes are out of focus, seeming as if its soul has long since been shattered.

Hopkin hmphs coldly. Looking towards where his companions are, but then quickly retracts his glance. He shakes his wine glass lightly.

His companion has become interested, “that yellow-hair savouring the elf is certainly an expert at performance arts. The angle is impeccable.”

“Feel free.” Hopkin raises his glass at him, congratulating him on finding something fun.

“Then I’ll excuse myself.”

Many aristocrats on the upper floor has left to relax and be entertained. Some are standing together chatting in a low voice.

Hopkin traces his gaze over the lively scene below, feeling bored.

Wait, what did he just see?

Behind a column hid the interesting toy he met in the reality show. The slave that had the emotion of ‘repulsion.’

His eyelids are half closed, and his upper body is exposed. He is lying flat on the carpet with a dog above him. Due to the angle, he can’t tell if their lower parts are joined. Though the dog looks to be starving, clearly yet unfed.

Half the function has already passed, but still starving the dog. It’s clearly a case of improper attitude .

The street-smart of the Outsider is always used in the wrong situation.

Hopkin makes a light gesture. Immediately a servant approaches. He gives a few orders, while his lip perks up.

The matter in the Outer City this time was dealt with smoothly, so he is in a fine mood; he might as well give a free lesson to the slave.

What should you do when you’re spotted goofing off?

It's kinda urgent; I'll be waiting online .

Bright was handed something scroll-like by the pimp, who is looking extremely thrilled, something like ‘ my daughter has flown onto the branches becoming a Phoenix so I’m also super proud’-kind of thrill.

“It’s a jade-class scroll! I can’t believe I’ve managed to touch one in my life!”

Scrolls are one of the specialties of the hotel. Customers can write their requests on them, and staff in the hotel has to complete them as if they were royal decrees. Scrolls are divided into three classes by quality and they are jade, gold and silver respectively. Jade is highest, gold is next, and silver is the lowest. Usually the scrolls are silver, gold appearing extremely infrequently, and jade is unheard of.

What Bright received is the most high-class jade-class scroll. The strings feel smooth and exquisite on the hand. It is adorned with elaborate aquamarine patterns on the top and bottom. Within the aquamarine strings fine platinum-coloured string is sewn, making it glittery like a work of art.

In this magnificently luxurious scroll that ought to be used in writing legendary epics, only a single, utterly satirical word is written.

EJACULATE.

“Just do everything that you are told to. You might not get a reward for completing it, but you’ll be in trouble if you don’t.”

His agent’s words echoes in his mind.

Looking at the hotel staff who are extremely stirred up as if a great enemy has descended, Bright realises that he has to be expropriated today.

He knows that he cannot avoid this, so he is quickly thinking about ways he can last through this impromptu show.

It definitely won’t do if he just end it quickly with a handjob. He already understands that the upper class enjoys spectacle, especially ones demonstrating bestial barbarism like this, which entices and coerces people to be perverted. As if they could appear to be standing on moral high ground when watching them transform into beasts in their ugliest appearances.

Unsurprisingly, he was assigned the centre-most ground, replacing the elf as the main character of the latter half of the function.

The people on the lower floor of the venue are already high out of their minds. Some are having a temporary rest enjoying the aftertastes; some are looking dazed and their minds foggy; some are still battling nonstop. Yet at this moment, they all shifted their gazes at Bright.

“Yo, Sexually Inept, I didn’t think you could stand!” Someone recognises him, and maliciously calls him by his nickname, drawing chuckles from all around.

Nobody liked this unsociable guy who was always solitary and not participating in social gatherings nor interacting with other contestants. What a terrible personality!

Bright is silent like always. He sits on the sofa in the middle of the venue, with his white shirt unbuttoned while wearing his black trousers properly. The Dog-ear Boy is kneeling in front of him.

The boy is like a big dog who has detected the smell of meaty bones. Finally, it was time to eat, so his tail wagged as if to appeal.

“You’ve learned restraint, yeah?”

The boy seems to have understood, and emits something like a sniffle. His eyes were reddened, full of hazy fog, but he remains still.

Bright breaths out, and slowly opens his zipper.

It took all his willpower to control his urge to run away. He wanted to dig the eyeballs of the people present out and stomp on them like light bulbs. To kill every single one of them no matter whether they’re the contestants looking on goading him on the lower floor or the abominations passing for well-dressed human beings on the upper floor. Especially that Shithead who ordered this against him!

Though he can’t do anything in this situation. So Bright can only harden both his resolve and his little one and brace himself. He pretends he can’t hear the others gasping in shock at his volume. With his back on the sofa, his arms relaxed and curled back on the backrest of the sofa, he slowly says to the boy, “touch yourself.”

It’s as if only a man and a dog were left in the whole world.

The dog painstakingly appealed to his master, hoping that he can be rewarded with food for completing his master’s orders. His eyes are fixed on the food dispenser that is getting readied gradually, and gulps of excitement can be heard.

The dog can understand human speech, can make sounds, but cannot speak. He has a certain level of IQ, but not high. He has basic living abilities and the ability to judge emotions.

He can feel that his master may not like him that much, because even though he has worked so hard, his master doesn’t appear satisfied. He is still not allowed to get close and have his meal.

After his skin has turned red from him rubbing himself, his master finally moves. He changes his pose, with his body leaning towards him. His hands petting his head and guiding it lower.

“Lick.”

The dog received his order. He sucks on the food dispenser with the techniques he was taught and trained on, hoping that food will come out.

He’s so hungry.

The man’s speech is always short, as if they are valued in gold.

It’s no different this time around, but people who are familiar with him will be able to tell that his tone is lower than usual, tainted with the hoarseness of lust.

There is no fiery passion, nor exaggerated movements. Though there is a strange dynamic between the man and the boy that makes people unable to avert their gaze.

Even though it should just be a simple dog munching on a man.

It’s as if using simple ingredients with straightforward cooking, but due to the freshness of the ingredients, the original taste of the ingredients is highlighted instead.

When you’re stuffed up with all kinds of extravaganza, having something plain like that will be appealing.

More than 10 minutes have passed, and someone from the spectators suddenly says, “I bet he won’t last the hour.”

“With what? Do you even have anything valuable on you left?”

“My left arm!”

“Alright! Then I’ll bet my daughter, she’s 16.” They’ve lost their minds. They are betting anything for excitement. People around them are cheering them on for their generosity.

The small climax this game brought seems to have made the host very satisfied. The pimp happily declared that the hotel had set up a bet and whoever’s time was the closest can get a valuable prize.

People screamed excitedly, giving their own predictions in turn.

“20 minutes!”

“61 minutes!”

“You sly wolf! 60 minutes and a half!”

Many are betting a bit before or after an hour. There’s also someone setting out on uncharted territory, “two hours.”

“Hahaha! Which idiot said two hours? Ate one too many pills, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, even the party will be over by then.”

Author’s notes: Debut of little Bright XDD

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