SURPRISE BONUS CHAP~!
Not only am I settled in GT Rank 2 (so far) the story also received a Gachapon!
That was the story's first Gachapon, and it even came from the TOP AUTHOR GUILTYTHREE! kyaaa~ *dances*
If you're new in WN and haven't checked out his story, you're missing out~
Anyways, back to the story~
Sasha could only look up at the ceiling as the deed was done, letting out sounds that made men think they were incredible in bed when in reality they were horrible.
Not to mention that most of them were disgusting to look at.
At this, she couldn't help but turn her eyes to Misha, who was standing impassively with her eyes closed.
She was so beautiful, but how was she keeping herself safe for long?!
She didn't have time to glare at the other woman when a pudgy hand grabbed her face, forcing her to look back up. This man was Surut, Hesso's best friend.
"Look at me!" he said, gritting his teeth as he pounded on her. "Make loud erotic sounds!" he ordered, and she did.
As one man took Sasha, the rest who were done with her continued to chatter and gossip as if it was the most natural thing. The latest one to 'use' Sasha went to get some water, freshly produced by their personal water elementalist.
There were two of them—paid for a very high price—and neither one seemed particularly affected by what was going on.
They would occasionally wet the noble men, add to the water in their feet, give them water to drink as requested. Their faces remained impassive or bored as they sat there, even if the sex was happening right at their faces.
Here, they also had some cool water, but it was limited and only available to the upper class. They made this by digging very very deep wells.
"Ah, only with Hesso can I taste cool water at this time!" one cronie said, tone admiring to Hesso, who was now being fanned by slaves while being wiped cool water by Misha.
the heir to the lordship!"
Hesso grinned. "Uncle sent these two water elementalists to me, too," he said, proud that the Lord thought so much of him.
The cronies nodded in agreement, receiving some cool water to cool their faces.
The utter waste of water made the newcomers glare, but what could they do, right?
The newcomers didn't move and waited patiently for the next instructions. When one of the main servants finished watching the degeneracy—no doubt dreaming that he'd get to taste too when the masters were tired of the woman—he turned to see them there.
His eyes traced over Sarah, which made them nervous. He frowned. "So dirty! What are you doing?"
"I was on night feces duty, but fortunately I fell on soil this time, so it does not smell," she explained. "No water to bathe."
The servant looked at her up and down and then to the empty fanning spot. He accepted her explanation—it was too hot to think—and the newcomers lined up to position, getting their own fans.
Some of the fans were made of weaved dried leaves, while some were made of fabric. They were rather large and it would definitely get tiring swinging it around for hours on end without stopping.
They did their jobs, listening to the nobles' rants as they did so and, more often than not, they felt their brains heating up from anger too.
"So hot… I feel so sticky! It's so annoying!"
"So many corpses around after all. I dunno what the slave leaders are doing, not getting rid of the bodies fast enough."
While they ranted , the slaves worked hard to fan them as they were ordered to do. With the current heat, it was like making the 'baking' a bit more comfortable.
They had to do this for hours straight, no matter how tired their arms became, all while watching the disgusting men enjoy using water to sprinkle on their faces and even their feet.
It felt like their throats were closing in on themselves, and yet they had to watch these people waste it. This torture was worse than having to continue moving their sore arms.
"Thirsty," Glem mumbled, making a few people turn to him. This made Hesso chuckle. Using his feet, he pointed at the foot bath. "You can get a gulp."
Glem was really so thirsty so he really kneeled down to get as big of a gulp as he could. Sarah and Gurnam closed their eyes, but at the same time, they understood. They could drink dirty water too, but somehow they couldn't handle it being from these pieces of trash.
At some point, another fanner fell down, unable to take the heat and tiredness anymore.
The nobles were unfazed as they lay. "Tsk, throw him out."
"Waste. Don't feed him for a day. We need to ration anyway."
"We already decided to reduce their food to once every three days sir," the main servant corrected him. Before, they could feed their slaves once a day (most of the time), but with the lack of resources, they were naturally the first ones to suffer.
After all, food had become much more expensive now. Towns had subsidiary villages that were required to give tribute, they also had a lot of farms, so most of the earning population shouldn't starve. It was still costly and they were unwilling to spend too much on slaves. Anyway, people had relatively stronger physiques and could last several days without food or water.
They'd be on the verge of death after that, but that was beside the point.
"Oh right. Then… no food tomorrow!"
He said this as if the food they gave wasn't just stale bread the size of the palm.
The group continued to chatter, not caring about the dark looks of the slaves, especially Gurnam. However, there were guards around and him attacking them with his pitiful level was just pure stupid.
It neared the peak of the day and it had begun to swelter. Even Gurnam's strong arms were tiring, let alone the others'. He looked worried at Sarah, who noticed his stare.
He mouthed 'are you alright' and she smiled, shaking her head and telling him she was okay. Her arms were shaking though and he could tell her hold on the fan was weaker.
Soon, another slave fell down, and two new ones were brought in. One was William who gasped when he saw his daughter in a compromising position, rubbing a man's feet, continuously washing it with water.
William wanted to move but his daughter shook her head, her teary eyes breaking her father's heart.
The men were too self-absorbed to notice any interaction among the slaves. They just continued with their chatter, with the slaves silently listening in.
This time, fortunately, it was nothing related to them. Otherwise, they'd die due to an aneurysm just by listening.
They seemed to be discussing someone they disliked. The conversation went from 'when will the heat end' to 'how bad the villages had it'.
"Wow. That Rowan guy's not back yet right?" Hesso asked, as if just remembering something.
"He really stayed in a village?" Surut laughed at the thought. "Does that mean he's staying in a village at
The other men seemed to have imagined this and they cackled to themselves. With their unattractive faces, bad vibes, and generally rotten cores, the slaves really really wanted to punch their faces.
"Damn, the image is satisfying!"
Surut squinted his eyes in happiness. "Maybe he's dead," he said, turning to Langot, the favorite son of the territory's top merchant.
"Your idea about sending him out there is really good," he said. "My idea of just getting him killed somewhere was really boring."
Langot grinned, showing off those yellowish teeth of his (which just couldn't be turned white no matter how much Papra plant he consumed, mostly because of his unhealthy diet). "My pleasure."
"Heh, he dares one-up us so much when he's just a commoner."
"He thinks because he's an elementalist, he's above us," another sneered.
"Suffering in this heat more than we are makes it all feel better."
"Sigh, I hope he's alive—so that he suffers a lot."
Anyway, the conversation ended up being all about the guy and it was obvious that he affected all of them, whether they admitted it or not.
The Terrans didn't know who this 'Rowan' guy was, but they were very very invested in his survival.