Chapter 4 - A New Life? - IV
The Glenn of this world could only be described as a laser-focused guy; I'd call him a workaholic to the extreme. Born into a noble family with heavy responsibilities, he dutifully carried them all out, like a good little daddy's boy—oblivious to the fact that his trusted maids were inexplicably starting to "quit."
'Okay, maybe I overdid it. Glenn isn't to blame for his father selling off the maids to elves, dwarves, orcs, and so on. Or is he? Whatever. Doesn't matter anymore.'
Which brings us to the present situation. Six months ago, I finally got my own private room. After two and a half long years, I had found something I never thought I'd miss.
'No, it's not a bed.'
A toilet hidden away, out of sight. I was sick of shitting in front of everyone in the damn bucket I used to carry ore all day. Anyway, back to the details of my accommodations: beige polished marble floors, a bed with a thin foam layer, sheets changed every seven days, a toilet hidden from prying eyes, a sink with running water, and of course, a pink gas filling the room the moment I walked in.
On the first day, when I entered the new room and looked through the semi-translucent wall, all the guinea pigs had the same look: surprise and disbelief. That is, until the pink gas started filling the place. I held my breath as long as I could, but in the end, I had no choice but to inhale when I needed to.
'All this... to die in a gas chamber? Damn it, fate, I hate you!' My frustrations and thoughts didn't leave me for a second.
Watching the guinea pigs near my room, I began to notice the effects: my blood surged, my heart pounded, my body temperature spiked, my vision blurred, my legs shook, and worst of all, my dick was so hard that before I could even take my pants off, I'd already come.
"What the hell is this? What the hell is happening?!"