Damn, is this why some men simp for women so hard they'd even lick their feet if asked?
I don't blame them. They simply couldn't resist the allure of falling into a sweet honeypot. Just like the honey pot you fall into when trading shitcoins.
In a flash, my brain sparks, unable to process the sublime, slick, warm, meaty grip on my shaft.
"Haa! Haa!"
I let out a shaky voice as my legs stiffen. The prostitute beneath me moans loudly, and in a disgraceful rush, I start releasing my heavy load after barely a minute of thrusting. But suddenly, my chest tightens and a sharp pain stabs through it—like dozens of needles piercing at once.
Fuck. A heart attack.
"ARGH!!!!" I groan sharply, trying to pull away, but the prostitute wraps her legs around me, yanking me even deeper.
"Finish inside me, sweet boy—ahn~"
Damn you, bitch. I'm literally dying!
Her urging words are the last I hear before my consciousness slips away. My vision turns red, and I see a blurry figure of Thanatos standing before me with his dangerously sharp scythe.
I don't need to be told. I know I'm at death's door. While I'm fighting for my life, this prostitute thinks I'm just cumming.
Well… maybe I am—coming to my own death.
If only… if only I hadn't gone to this brothel, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
It all started after I turned legal age without ever having a girlfriend or even a female friend with benefits, so I decided to lose my virginity at a brothel. Who knew it would end like this?
My consciousness fades as Thanatos swings down his scythe, claiming my life.
But for some reason, even after dying, I'm still aware. I exist in a space of pure nothingness, no body, just consciousness.
In my confusion, a sudden surge of energy pulls me in, making my senses grow fuzzy.
This time feels different, like I'm inside another body. I hear voices around me and smell my surroundings. Then my eyes snap open.
"Slave No. 5!"
"A healthy cat-woman, standing four feet eleven. She is twenty-one years old. Breast size: E-cup round breasts. Reports state she's in fairly used condition—only touched a few times—so expect good vagina mileage. To top it off, she has the Warrior Class! Starting price is ten silver coins!"
"Twelve silver coins!"
"Twenty silver coins!"
"Fifty silver coins!"
"Look at those thick arms and nice curves. Killing two birds with one stone—you get a warrior and a sex slave!"
"One hundred silver coins!"
"Two gold coins!"
"...."
"Going once… Going twice… SOLD!"
The auctioneer slams his wooden gavel onto the platform, and the sobbing cat-woman in shackles is taken away.
What the heck is happening?
I look down and see thick metal shackles on my legs and cuffs on my hands, linked to several others binding a line of people. We're all wearing the same numbered clothes. Strange figures stand beside me—humanoid dogs, horned goat-legged beings, and regular humans.
I instantly realize what happened as a wave of alien memories crashes into my mind.
I transmigrated into another world… into the body of a vampire.
I try accessing this body's memories to figure out how I ended up here, but nothing comes. The only memory I have is of the slave house.
Right now, we're at an auction, being sold off to slave masters. A huge platform holds all the slaves lined up behind the auctioneer, with heavily armed men guarding us.
Below stretches a large hall that can hold about two hundred masked people hiding their identities.
After the cat-woman is taken away, I realize the scrawny boy in front of me is next. He has goat-like legs and curved pointy horns. Number six is boldly written on his clothes.
Mine says number seven.
An armed guard shoves him forward. The auctioneer flips a page in his document.
"Slave No. 6!"
"A healthy male satyr. Nineteen years old, standing five foot seven. Penis size: five inches erect, three inches flaccid. According to reports, he's not the best in bed but gives good massages and can lift heavy things. His class is Archer! Starting price: one silver coin!"
Bids fly up immediately.
"Five silver coins!"
"Ten silver coins!"
"Twenty silver coins!"
"Fifty-five silver coins!"
"One hundred silver coins!"
"Going once… Going twice… Sold!"
The gavel slams down, and the guard drags the satyr away.
My chest starts pounding.
I'm next.
While I'm still processing how the hell I transmigrated here, I'm about to be sold on my second chance at life.
A guard shoves me forward. I nearly stumble but stay on my feet.
The auctioneer—a dark-skinned reptilian man in a suit and a strange hat—looks at me and flips another page. He suddenly hisses angrily, forked tongue flashing, making me flinch.
"Slave No. 7!"
"A handsome, healthy male vampire, standing six feet two. Nineteen years old. Penis size: eight inches erect, five inches flaccid, with surprising girth and semen volume. Reports say he performs best in bed and can draw artworks. His class is the P-Pornstar Class! Starting price: one silver coin!"
I notice the auctioneer stutter on "Pornstar Class," his face visibly irritated.
"Two silver coins!"
"Three silver coins!"
"Anyone? Even though he has one of the worst classes, reports say he's extremely good in bed. Plus, he's a vampire and heals quickly. We all have sadistic tendencies sometimes, right? So… he's a good product!" the auctioneer adds desperately when no more hands go up.
He looks pissed, like he wants to kill me himself.
"Five silver coins!"
A half-masked woman with elongated ears and a brown pointy hat raises her hand, wearing a sinister, toothy grin.
Fuck.
"Going once… Going twice… Sold!"
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[Author's Note: Thank you for reading. This is the second novel I published on this account. I just want to clarify something before reading further. This novel features heavy slice-of-life themes and I absolutely vouch that if you are a fan of relaxing and funny slice-of-life novels, you'd love this one too. There are fight scenes, action and adventure arcs too, but they will come in later chapters, getting intense around the 100th chapter mark. The early chapters explore the main character starting his life as a pornstar and his relationship with his women. I promise you won't regret reading it.]