Fourth Day: Recapped

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"Lily, wear this." James threw a slave collar with a rope at her. Tiana speedily grabbed the collar and fastened it around her neck. The steel iron felt heavy on Lily's neck. She frowned as the collar looked unfashionable to her.

"Don't worry. That's just an ordinary iron collar. It has no mind-effect enchantments, nor does it have any training enchantments. It only has tracking enchantments," James explained, smirking. "Though I must say you look quite well with that."

"Thank you." Lily smiled. Both of them were taken aback by her nonchalant expression.

"So, you finally have some desire to be my slave?"

"If you give me an easy job like cleaning and four holidays a week, I think I would like to work here. And don't forget the meals too. Two times a day would be enough!" Lily made a joke to suppress her fear. She usually made this kind of joke to Tiana. She hoped he would retort, but his silence was very awkward.

That's even better than the workers here! What the heck was she thinking? James retorted in his mind. His suspicion was raised as he frowned at Lily's proposition. Even the noble maids still needed to work five days a week here. She was asking for too much luxury.

He glared at her while thinking, is this her proposal in exchange for being obedient to me? But, if that was the case, it was too lenient. Did she mean she simply wanted freedom? Or did she want to make another request? But, in that case, how did she know what I would ask her? Wait, don't jump to conclusions yet. She didn't say she knew she was going to be taken to Bluebox.

"I see. If that is your request, it depends on your performance in the blue nation," James said, and he pulled the rope attached to her collar, dragging her along like a slave. Lily obeyed, and they strolled until they arrived at several MagiVehicles parked in front of the estate.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," a brawny man with red hair spoke as he knelt.

"Hello, Isaac. Let's go to the airport." James walked while dragging Lily to his vehicle. Everyone looked at them agape. They compared Lily to James's other slaves. Isaac stood in a daze as James sat inside.

"What are you doing, Isaac?" James looked at his confidante because he stood there like a statue.

"Uhm… are you sure you want me to accompany you inside the car?"

"You are the head of the royal guard, right? Just get in. We are riding to bluebox now." James sighed. Isaac awkwardly nodded. Then, they got inside, and the silent driver headed toward the airport.

"So, what's the game? Am I supposed to watch or what?" Isaac asked.

"What game?" James asked, oblivious to how other people saw him.

"Why are you bringing your female slaves beside you on a long journey unless you want to play with her?" Isaac smirked. "I haven't seen you play inside a car. So, which game? Did you bring any toys, perhaps? She doesn't look like your other slaves. Still fresh. Did you give her your potion? Did she resist it?"

Feeling the danger of the two men's conversation before her, Lily suddenly tensed up. She needed to distract these two from discussing her body. She could imagine the fate that awaited her if she ever touched one of James's potions. Her brain quickly reminded her of her story about legal lolis in a desperate attempt to steer the discussion toward another topic.

"Ahh! Before we play, aren't you curious about the story of Legal Lolis that was left hanging?" Lily said. Her mental training from yesterday was not in vain, as she had already visualized herself telling the story.

"Ah, sure, go on, tell me."

"Huh? What legal lolis?"

"Ah, you see, she has been telling me stories for the past three days. The first is about an angel and a man and woman fighting over breasts. Then, the second was about a man being held prisoner for sexual harassment."

"Oh, I am interested. How does the story go?" Isaac asked. Lily welcomed the recap. A recap is a wonderful thing; it saves authors time and brain energy by retelling something they've said before. And so, she retold the story excitedly.

"This is a story about loaned boobies. When humanity began, man and woman lived together. However, the women were troubled by the fact that they could not feed their young. And so, the gods arranged for an angel to descend and give her breasts. It was first decided that the breasts would be shared, one for the men and one for the women. But, when the angel descended to Adam and Eve's house, Adam was out tilling the field."

"Confused, the angel was unsure what to do. Since he had no time, he decided to install both devices on Eve. After he installed them, he left," Lily replied. However, this time, since they were in the car, it was limited to retelling the stories without groping her breasts. She looked at both Isaac and James.

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"Haha. But why did the characters rely on gods?" Isaac laughed at her humor. "Gods do not help people directly like that. The system and mana help people only if they work for it!"

"This story is merely fiction. It has no relation to reality," Lily said.

"At least use a system! I haven't seen a story without a system in this country," Isaac retorted. His backseating hurt Lily's feelings. On one hand, she needed to entertain these guys and include a system in her story; on the other, she didn't want to put a system in her story.

"I see. I will consider your suggestion for future stories," Lily said noncommittally.

"Don't be like that, Isaac. Just let her tell what she wants; as long as it amuses us, that's fine," James smirked as he watched her. She then continued.

"Alright, you are the boss. I knew you weren't too religious. But, it simply pained me to see that she didn't put either mana or a system in her stories."

"Yeah, that kind of story doesn't get far in our society." James nodded.

"I shall continue."

"Ah, no need for the recap. I can tell him myself," James said.

"…Alright." Lily nodded. This time, she was the listener instead of the storyteller.

"So, further on with her story, the women now have two breasts or 'devices' as Lily called them, instead of the planned one breast, and the men agonized about it."

"Wait, how come? What about the mana expenditure of the devices? I suppose the women were angry about it?"

"Her story doesn't have mana in it. Just assume that it all goes well," James replied.

"Then, the second story was about a man who got charged with molestation of a girl. That story was put on hold due to 'that incident,'" James snorted.

"Hahaha, what a coincidence, huh? Did you know about it, Princess?" Isaac asked.

"What incident?"

"That party where one of the duke's girls got pregnant."

"Huh?" Lily tilted her head. She had no way of knowing what had happened outside. She was a prisoner of King James, after all. However, James looked at her inquisitively. If she did know, he wanted to know how. He didn't suspect his employees were betraying him. There are skills specializing in clairvoyance or mind reading, or even surfing the net without tools.

"So, you didn't know? Was it just a fluke that the story matched?"

"All of my stories are fiction. They have no relation to reality," Lily said.

"I see."

"Well, I shall continue." James said as his gaze moved away from Lily." Then the story about the war of Legal Lolis. It started with the imbalance of breast cup sizes among women. Then, the flat ones used some rituals by sacrificing the big ones. However, the ritual failed, and the big ones turned flat while the flat ones remained unchanged."

"Hahahaha. What is that story?" Isaac laughed as he looked at King James, telling the story with a flat face. His expression remained flat, neither becoming bigger nor smaller, even when he said such a ridiculous tale.

"Now, you may continue the rest, Lily." James suddenly threw the ball at her. She was surprised since the story she was planning to tell differed slightly. Either because James had been retelling it with his own bias or because she had her own bias since she already told the story yesterday. Nevertheless, she had to continue.

"Alright, the story then went back to the victim in the court. She told the court that the statement of Mr. Smith was unthinkable since she was flat."

"Ah! You just described her as a normal adult girl. But is she a child or an adult? Is she flat or endowed?" James asked. He then went on to critique her like a professional criticizer. "You have to establish this beforehand. It would destroy my image of the girl otherwise."

"That is the purpose of the story!" Lily exclaimed. She then continued the story."This is called a twist!"

""Although you are flat, you are 25!" Mr. Smith roared. The petite figure of the female victim could potentially trigger a misunderstanding, so he quickly corrected himself. Otherwise, he could be stoned to death, as it was a crime to copulate with children.

""Then, I shall tell you a story of the Adolescent Baby and the Sixty-Nine Children," the victim said, launching into her narrative. Lily then continued with her story."

"Oh, is the Legal Lolis war finished?" Isaac interrupted. "How's the conclusion? Who is winning?"

"Yes. Who is winning in that war, Lily?" James asked. Lily started to sweat profusely as she didn't expect the two men before her to be so invested in her stories.

"It is not important who won the war. The story simply conveys that when people judge others as unequal, disputes can occur. Then, fighting might ensue, which could lead to a war," Lily explained. She didn't have any way to conclude the Lolis war. She could have simply ended it with the big boobs winning, but she had already moved on to her new stories.

"Huh? So, no winner?" Isaac was disappointed. However, James was intrigued by her.

"I see. The women's differences were only in their breast size. They had no differences in levels, status, or skills. And yet, a seemingly unimportant difference could spark a war because people judged it to be important."

"Yeah, however, aren't you curious about the war's conclusion?" Isaac whined.

"Well, that's true. But there were other stories that considered those irrelevant. We call them ambiguous endings," James accepted Lily's ending. However, Isaac was perturbed, and his face clearly showed disappointment.

"Well, fear not. Someday in the future, we might revisit the story again. I simply left it alone because it was no longer the focus of the story." Lily boasted so much that it was painful to write the scene. She didn't know where she would take the story next, nor had she prepared any kind of continuation scene. She was filling the poor men with hope through lies.

"Ah, there is the airport. It will take several hours to fly to Bluebox," Isaac said.

James, being a king, had the privilege of a personal plane. He didn't need to undergo baggage checks or purchase tickets like commoners. He could simply stride directly to the plane where a flight attendant awaited him. With a tug on the rope attached to Lily's collar, he led her along, evoking a sense of humiliation within her. Behind her, two more slaves were similarly brought.

As expected of a king's plane, the interior exuded luxury. Resembling a hotel room, it housed a bed, a table with dining chairs, sofas complete with a television, and even a well-stocked bar filled with expensive alcohol. The only deviation from a lavish hotel room was the shape; it was an elongated cylinder rather than a square.

"Sister?" Lily gazed at the two slaves that James had brought along, questioning herself. She had believed her sister, the first princess of Bluebox, had perished in battle. Furthermore, her sister held strong pride and would have likely chosen death over captivity. Lily pondered if the slave presented before her was simply a look-alike.

"Lily?" The voice dispelled her doubts. It was indeed the first princess of Bluebox, her sister, Jeanne, also known as the Knight of Blue Rose.