Chapter 1: This is my Master.

Being a slave isn't easy.
This is my Master.

"Um... Master?"

It was a clear afternoon, the sun swimming in a cloudless sky. A gentle breeze drifted in through the window as he sat on the sofa doing absolutely nothing, just watching me.

I called out to him—the man who had become my master.

"Hmm? What is it, Sora?"

His smile, framed by those refined features, was effortlessly composed—so much so that it was almost infuriating.

There were plenty of things I wanted to say to him. But right now, there was only one thing I needed to ask.

"This maid outfit… the hem’s really short, you know?"

Without answering, he simply patted the sofa beside him, gesturing for me to come closer—me, dressed in this frilly, cutesy miniskirt maid uniform.

His name is Kisaragi Shuuya.

He used to be a high school student in Japan. One day, he got hit by a truck, received some cheat powers from a self-proclaimed god, and was sent to this world.

According to him, he wasn’t popular back in Japan—just your average nobody. But honestly? Even by Japanese standards, he’s pretty handsome. He’s responsible, too. I’m sure he had at least some success with girls.

As for me, my name is Amanari Sora. I was also a high school student in Japan.

While walking down the street one day, some guy suddenly flew into me from out of nowhere, sent me flying into a river, and knocked me out cold. When I came to, I was already in this other world.

No gods showed up. No cheat powers, either. And to make matters worse, I’d turned into a little elf girl, even though I’d originally been a perfectly normal guy.

When I woke up alone in the forest and started wandering around, I got snatched up by a slave trader. Put on display as merchandise, I shouted “I’m a guy! I’m human!”—but all I got in return were lashes from a whip.

For the record, I used to talk more like a guy, too.

But that wasn’t allowed. The trainer thought it’d be funny to “correct” my speech, and before I knew it, I was stuck talking like this. It’s not easy to shake, and frankly, I don’t want to go through that pain again.

…Later on, I found out that the traders had mistaken me for a goblin-human hybrid because of my pointed ears.

So yeah. That’s how I got thrown into the world of slavery—right from the start. And just when things were at their worst, he showed up. My future Master, who’d come to the slave market to do what every cheat-wielding protagonist is supposed to do once they have enough money.

I looked like a blonde, blue-eyed elf girl. He still looked exactly like a Japanese guy, so I figured it out right away. During our introductions, I practically begged in Japanese, “I’m Japanese on the inside too!”—trying to sell myself as hard as I could.

I mean, getting bought by some sketchy old man or pervert would’ve been a nightmare. But another Japanese person? That felt like the safer bet.

You see, I’d read a lot of web novels in my past life. And according to those, your average modern Japanese guy—raised on morals and manners—might buy a slave with dirty thoughts in mind, but in the end, he’d chicken out and treat them decently instead.

Turns out, that bet paid off.

My Master was a huge fan of elves back in Japan.

In this world, elves had already been hunted to extinction ages ago to be used as pets. When he found out, he was devastated. Still, he kept looking for something non-human. That’s when he came across me at a trading company, introduced as a goblin-half.

Even though I was filthy, he could still see the blonde hair and blue eyes. And when he checked my stats using Appraisal—there it was, shining bright: [Race: Elf].

He realized the truth and quickly bought me, playing dumb the whole time so the traders wouldn’t catch on. According to him, “She might look like a loli, but she’s top-tier.”

If they’d figured out I was a real elf, they probably would’ve sold me for a price high enough to build a castle, and I’d have ended up being “loved” by a bunch of creepy rich guys. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl.

Good thing I didn’t try to claim I was an elf. Being dirty from wandering through the forest worked in my favor, too.

For the record, my price was three gold coins. That’s roughly 300,000 yen in Japanese money. If I’d had a cheat skill, I’d go back and punch that toad-faced bastard in the nose… Seriously, to hell with humanity.

But hey, I figured that if my Master loved elves that much, he probably wouldn’t treat me badly. He was Japanese, which meant we could talk about the old world. As long as I didn’t overstep, there was a good chance I’d be treated really well. I couldn’t stop smiling.

In fact, he healed all the whip scars with magic. He fed me every day until I was full. Honestly, I was pretty happy.

The first few months were rough, though. I’d have nightmares of the slave days whenever I slept alone, so I begged him to let me sleep in his bed.

I don’t know… human warmth is comforting. I found out that just holding someone’s hand was enough to keep the nightmares away.

So yeah—after about six months, I’d finally settled in. And now, I live peacefully at my Master’s side.

…So yeah. Turns out I was right.

Lately, I’d noticed Master acting a little sneaky, and sure enough—he suddenly pulled out this incredibly cutesy maid outfit from who-knows-where.

Honestly, I did hesitate. But I am being fed and sheltered, so I figured if this was just some light cosplay, I could humor him. I tried it on and… well, let’s just say the hem was way shorter than I expected. Move even a little, and something white might end up flashing out.

I’d intended to lodge a complaint about that, but as you can see… things went downhill fast.

“Um, Master…?”

“Do you like it? I mean… I’m kinda at my limit here…”

What does that even mean? First of all, could you not touch my thigh?

“Wh-what exactly is… at its limit?”

He suddenly leaned in close, his face near my neck, and hugged me tightly around the waist so I couldn’t slip away. There’s a real power gap here and I’m actually kind of terrified. I don’t think I could break free even if I tried.

“Just so you know, I did buy you with the intention of having a sex slave.”

“…………”

Okay—this is bad. I mean, I kinda figured the moment he pulled me into his arms, but… yeah, this is very, very bad. What about all that internal conflict and emotional struggle over ‘turning into a girl’?! You're skipping like, all the steps! People who just go straight for the end result are the worst, you know?

What happened to the whole timid Japanese herbivore thing!? Is this your bold and reckless isekai debut!?

At this rate, I’m gonna lose my chastity and have the last scraps of my manly pride shattered in the process. I have to stop this—for the sake of my dignity!

“M-Master! I-I mean, um, it’s still… bright outside!”

“It’ll be dark soon.”

Oh no. I can tell now—he’s really fired up. This pervert's got zero brakes. Someone hand him a dictionary, tell him to look up the word ‘restraint,’ and highlight it with a damn neon marker. I’ll make my escape while he’s doing that.

“Also, Sora. You do get it, right? I’ve told you—I love elves. Every day, you flash that adorable smile at me, acting all sweet and carefree and innocent… I’ve been holding back for nearly six months. I think I deserve a freaking medal.”

Yeah… Guess trying to butter him up backfired hard on me, huh…?

Wait, eep! Something hard is… something hard is pressing against my butt right now!! This is bad! Like, really bad! Full red alert! We’re at DEFCON ONE! There’s only one option left now—I have to use my last resort.

“H-hey, um…”

“Hm?”

I’ve been hiding this from him all this time, afraid he’d throw me out if he knew. So far, I’ve only told him, ‘I was a Japanese high schooler in my previous life, and I woke up as an elf girl after dying and got caught by slavers.’

He thinks I’m just a cute, girly former boy—he has no idea.

But the truth is, I was scared. Scared of being kicked out, scared of what would happen if I ever ended up back out there on my own. That’s why I kept this secret.

“Th-the truth is, I’m actually… a guy. I mean, not now, obviously, but I used to be. Seriously.”

“Oh?”

…Wow, I haven’t used my old guy voice in so long that it came out super awkward. Maybe I should’ve practiced more.

But still! With this, surely he’ll back off from whatever craziness he was about to do… right?

He might start acting cold toward me after this… but that’s still better than being together with him right now. And if he tries to sell me, I’ll cry and throw myself on the ground and beg for mercy.

“I-I’m sorry for hiding it. B-but I was really scared of going back to that toad-faced bastard. A-and come on, sleeping with a guy-who-used-to-be-a-guy has gotta be, like, gross, right…?”

“…………”

He’s silent. Is he disgusted? Is he backing off? Wait, maybe this is working—waaaah!?

“MYAuuuU!?”

Wh-wh-why did you just NIBBLE MY EAR!? Aaahhh no no no stop! Don’t bite it, it’s super sensitive—there are tons of nerves there, I’m gonna DIEEEE!?

“…Yeah, I mean, I’m sure you’re telling the truth. But honestly? I never knew what you looked like before. Right now, all I see is a beautiful girl using guy speech.”

Hieeeeh—don’t blow into my ears!! That’s not ticklish anymore, it’s just torture!! WHY?! Why isn’t my ultimate last resort working!? Are you seriously immune to this!?

What kind of twisted fetish do you have!?

“And besides… taking a kid who still thinks they’re a guy and slowly reshaping them into my ideal girl? That sounds like a lot of fun, don’t you think?”

“… ”

N-no. No no no. This guy’s serious. Dead serious. Capital-G Gachi. I… I don’t stand a chance. Not in strength, not in brains, not in money—there’s no way I win this.

And being totally dependent on him means I can’t even run away from this situation… Wait. Am I… checkmated?

“Alright, let’s head to the bed.”

“UWAAAAAAHHHHH!! You filthy degenerate pervy monster pedo freak with your lil' man complex and tiny DIIIIIICK!!”

Y-you can do whatever you want to my body, but you’ll never own my heart!!

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