Chapter 81: Calm the girls down(2)
Clarice Fia Atlee was the daughter of the Atlee family. Until recently, she had been a respectable and cheerful young woman, beloved by all. Unlike most female students at the Academy, who treated the opposite sex with disdain, Clarice showed respect, politeness, and generosity toward her male peers. Because of this, she had devoted followers who genuinely admired her. In turn, she strove to be a caring and loving fiancée to her betrothed, Jilk.
She believed that if she sincerely loved and cared for him, she would receive the same love and devotion in return. However, her hopes were shattered in an instant. Jilk suddenly announced that he loved another, and without hesitation, he kissed his new beloved right in front of Clarice. It was a crushing blow. Her heart clenched in pain, yet there was no one by her side to share her sorrow. Clarice had always preferred to deal with problems on her own, but this time, she found herself unable to endure the loneliness and betrayal.
The situation worsened even further when the students at the Academy, who had once spoken of her with respect, began spreading vile rumors behind her back. No one dared to say anything to her face, but the whispers, the mocking glances, and the sudden coldness in their attitudes were far worse than open insults. All of this broke her.
Driven to despair, she resolved to do something she never would have even considered before. She was going to acquire sex slaves. Her mind told her it was wrong, that it was a mistake, but the pain in her heart was too overwhelming. She craved at least an illusion of power, of control over the situation—something to fill the emptiness inside. Without the company of her followers, alone, she set off for the kingdom's capital in search of a place where slaves were sold. She wasn't afraid of danger—at that moment, she didn't care.
She wandered the streets of the capital for a long time until she finally found the place she was looking for. But as she approached, she suddenly froze. Uncertainty gripped her, doubts flooded her mind. She stood in place, unable to take another step forward. Her heart pounded violently in her chest. Her breathing became heavy. Clenching her teeth, she forced herself to move forward despite the fear and inner turmoil.
Clarice stopped before the slave trader and, gathering her resolve, said, "Show me your three best sex slaves."
The slave trader, upon hearing her request, smirked and bowed before replying, "Of course, young miss. Please wait a moment, I'll bring them."
As she waited, her body began to tremble involuntarily. Her thoughts raced, reminding her of how far she had fallen. She tried to steady herself, taking deep breaths, attempting to calm her anxiety.
A few minutes later, the trader returned, leading three slaves behind him.