A bunch of impatient, angry, and displeased family members had gathered outside the door to Flitz's office. However, their anger was understandable: based on their conversation, the adorable beasts got a taste of almost each of them. The poor animals failed to recognize their masters.

Marina and Kyon squeezed through the crowd cutting the line. It caused an uproar.

Flitz had just finished applying a formation to another client. He wiped the sweat from his brow, noticed Marina enter the room and grinned from ear to ear. It made him look like a taut prune - isn’t she beautiful! He yelled to the people waiting outside:

«Ladies and gentlemen, I’m taking a fifteen-minute break!

One lady had already entered his office. She threw her hands up in frustration, grumbled something under her breath and returned to the corridor.

Kyon briefly noticed that the window had already been fixed - {That was quick.} - but the next moment all his attention was concentrated on the typical scene "a boss and his suckretary.” Flitz beckoned the girl, hugged her and taking advantage of his position of power, squeezed her delicious butts.

Marina looked scared and miserable. She didn’t dare to raise her head.

Kyon cleared his throat reminding them of his presence, which saved the poor girl from further harassment:

«Good morning, Flitz.»

The old man reluctantly released his "hostage":

«Hi, pipsqueak. Today is your big day! Get ready to be given as a gift. By the way, the wrapper looks good on you.»

Kyon looked at his black clothes. Those were high-quality things, indeed, and the color was right to his liking.

Flitz whispered to the girl:

«Call on me at lunchtime.» - He winked to her and smacked her on the cheek before leaving. He went to the door and waved to the guy: - «Follow me.»

Kyon cast a pitiful look at Marina and followed Flitz.

As soon as the door slammed behind them, the girl wearily leaned against the wall and sighed bitterly. She kept wondering all night long, or rather all "breaks" long what weakness Kyon had found in Flitz. Could it help her restrain the old man's harassment? Or perhaps, even start a new life...

First things first, Flitz led Kyon to the medical center. On the way, the old man saw fit to give Kyon a brief overview:

«The common dining room is over there. Can you see it? And that wooden shack is the canteen for the slaves. You won’t have your meals there. They sleep in that flophouse. You won't sleep there, either. I'll ask lady Juno to take care of you. Enjoy! So? Why are you not smiling!»

Kyon obediently bared his teeth feigning a smile.

They came across slaves dressed in gray robes. Some swept the territory, others dragged carts with wood or other stuff. Some of them were busy renovating houses... Kyon noticed a couple of familiar faces among them. Their eyes were full of envy: the boy had made a nice life there with his black clothes on. No one could even call him a slave anymore. His mark was still there, though.

«If some of the slaves lost their formations, isn't it a good reason to run away from the estate?» - Kyon said thoughtfully. – «Maybe they are content with everything... It’s pretty doubtful, though.»

Flitz waved his hand:

«Not so long ago some bright spark showed an example to everyone... Well, Barosh the bear, the main guard beast shat his remains afterwards. So if you ever think about running away think if you're ready to turn into shit. But... Anyway, some people are born shit. I hope you are not one of them.»

Kyon swallowed nervously.

«Why do you think he ran away? What if he just went out for a walk and accidentally became the lucky beast’s dinner?»

Flitz thought for a moment, gave the boy a direct look and said:

«Between you and me, there are barriers around the territory. If you pass through them without permission, you’ve got a meeting coming up with lady death.» - Flitz looked serious: - «If anyone finds out I have told you this, they will cut off your head... And I’ll get it in the neck but before that, I will check how strong your neck is.»

Kyon nodded understandingly, flipping his bangs out of his eyes with a jerk of his head. He didn’t want any problems. Synergy had failed to neutralize Martin’s formation, it would be helpless against the new formation that Flitz applied. It was Synergy of the 6th degree in his memory flashback, small wonder it could demagnetize the formation. With the best will in the world, Kyon was powerless to escape from slavery in this way.

Flitz watched his tousled hair, deep in thought, rubbing his chin.

«What's the matter?»

«I am thinking of shaving off your hair but I'm afraid you will lose your charm. It might make you an unbecoming gift…»

«Then don’t shave me. Why would you do that?» - Kyon asked cautiously and even took a step back as if he was afraid the old man would take out the scissors right away. He liked being shaggy.

«You know... Juno is afraid of everything fluffy... Wait, never mind.»

«Is Juno afraid of the beasts?» - Kyon wanted to clarify an important detail. By the expression on the old man's face, he knew he had hit the nail on the head.

Flitz blurted out a secret Bai had asked him to keep mum about. The old man cursed and remembered another issue he was interested in:

«Listen here, did you happen to see someone hit on Marina? Or did you by any chance notice her make eyes at someone?»

Kyon could hear concern in his voice. The old man was secretly jealous of his beautiful maid. It was logical, he was anything but handsome. The girl could seduce any guy on the estate.

The boy smiled:

«I haven’t spent enough time with her to notice anything like that. But if I do, I will tell you for sure.»

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and patted the boy on the head.

Finally, they approached a large white two-story building. They could smell herbs and medicine from the outside. Inside, the walls seemed to be saturated with that scent. They had come to the hospital.

White floor, white ceiling, white walls... Flitz didn't miss a chance to flirt with nurses in white coats. They went upstairs. When they appeared at a certain door, the expression on the old man’s face lost its dreamy lustful shade and turned to disgust.

A fat lady was sitting in the large armchair. She looked at Flitz with her tiny piggy eyes and exclaimed joyfully:

«Uncle! You don’t visit me too often and you should have!»

Flitz forced a smile.

«Hello, Bilya. I seem to be fine. Why should I bother you? You've got enough on your plate without me adding to it.»

The damsel made a miserable face:

«Why would you say that, uncle? You're upsetting me! You can’t imagine how I've missed your pies! Do you have them with you, by the way?» - Her joyful grin couldn’t hide an undisguised threat in her last words.

Flitz forced another smile.

«I do, I do have them. I need a favour for starters. Give this boy five or six milliliters of evilball.»

A bloodthirsty smile spread across Bilya's face. She looked at the boy who she didn’t like from the start - too thin - and darted to the fridge too swiftly for her body size wailing all the way:

«Oh he is so young to become impotent! What have you done? Poor thing... How can you do this? Oh my God! That's terrible! That’s disgusting!

Kyon shuddered in disgust. The matron nearly danced with joy rammaging quickly around the shelves in search for the drug. And yet, there’s so much sympathy in her words!

Flitz asked idly and without much interest:

«How is your Buzik doing in the Fat sect?»

«He’s gained thirty more pounds, my little bunny. Such a good boy! I’ve always said he is the best of the best. He often sends me letters saying he’s got lots of friends. Girls make eyes at him. I'm so happy for him!» - Bilya found a vial with blue liquid and with a happy “yup” took a dose twice as much as Flitz had requested.

Kyon frowned and gave the old man a meaningful look but Flitz only patted the boy on the shoulder:

«Take it easy. I'll let you have a go at one of my maids for the inconvenience. I have lots of them.» - and after a pause, he theatrically slapped his forehead: - «Oops, sorry! No offence…»

Bilya appreciated his sense of humor and giggled, the needle dangerously jerked exactly against the boy’s eye.

The sound of her grating laughter was worse than nails on a chalkboard.

Flitz stamped his foot:

«Put a sock in it! Now I get it why your husband died twenty years before his due time.»

«It was a heart attack! What does it have to do with me?» - The porker carelessly waved her hand and injected the drug into Kyon’s vein, her hands trembling.

When the liquid began to spread through the body, Synergy detected it, neutralized and revealed the effects. {Evilball suppresses testosterone production... No wonder there’s no libido. Judging by the concentration, an average man can become impotent for about thirty years. Flitz, you old asshole... You've made a mistake. A huge mistake!}

His organs, resistant to stress, neutralized the insignificant part of the liquid that Synergy might have passed.

The big woman stared expectantly at the old man:

«Where are my pies, uncle?»

Flitz was standing by the window at that moment. He casually opened the shutters and nonchalantly approached the woman: «The sun is up. The world needs a hero like me!» - In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck and jumped headlong out the window.

They could hear Bilya shout furiously after them:

«Just you wait! I'll see to your treatment when you get sick! Old buzzard…»

Flitz breathed a sigh of relief, shook off an invisible speck of dust from his shoulder and strolled like nothing had happened. Kyon tidied his hair and hurried after him.

«I should have put her in her place but she's one of elder Boe's daughters. I don't want any trouble... My rank isn’t high enough to quarrel with him…» - The old man grunted at the boy’s questioning look.

Kyon was curious:

«Why do you bring her pies if she is so...» - He failed to find a decent description and decided not to finish his phrase.

The old man winced:

«For the fun of it. But then I felt sorry for the dogs…»

The boy nodded his understanding.

They continued on their way. Flitz was getting more cheerful with each step further from the windows of the “hospitable” lady. He patted the boy on the shoulder:

«Well, how are you feeling? Any desire for a girl?»

Kyon’s grin was barely noticeable. He shook his head.

«I don't know. I feel emptiness inside... It’s unusual.»

The old man chuckled:

«You feel emptiness in your balls! Ha-ha-he! Alright, don't worry about it. It's just a precaution. In five years, it'll be over. Anyway, it's better than making you a eunuch. Come on, it's time for you to see your lady.»

On the way, Flitz told the boy a couple of things he should know:

«The most important people of the family live in the courtyard. They have little respect for unworthy people like you. If you flaunt your formation in front of them, you are in for big trouble, got it?»

Kyon nodded. The old man's intentions were not quite clear, though. Did he want to give a slave to the status lady as a punching bag or a coach? No. There is no way a slave could be a coach. There was something wrong. Alright, he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

On the way, Flitz told him the mansion used to be full of life… There were crowds of guests, plenty of feasts, balls, important meetings every day but now... After the patriarch disappeared, things had changed, and not for the better.

They came to an unusually large and luxurious mansion. It was surrounded by a high metal fence with patterns and all but precious stones.

There were two guards at the entrance, whose appearance broke all Kyon’s expectations and the pattern of his thinking. He had expected to see noble knights with swords and gold armor like Martin’s guardians had. It turned out the mansion was guarded by special agents in dark glasses and black uniform along the lines of “men in black.”

A barely visible barrier covered the territory and prevented trespassing of any solid physical objects. However, the guards could always create a temporary gap for the invited guests.

Flitz pulled out a tube of something and handed it to Kyon:

«Today is the trial period for you, boy. If you pass it’s all right. If not... You will see. Here, some good ointment to help you. It accelerates wound healing a hundredfold. There's no point to apply it to your balls, though. It doesn’t work that way! Ha-ha-he!»

With a sense of an unpleasant foreboding, Kyon hid the tube in his pocket.

«Why do I start to think that other slaves are better off than me?»

The old man looked away, showed the guards his formation and went inside with the boy. They registered him in the guest log and checked the formation on his forehead as well.

Beige velvet carpets covered the floor in the spacious entrance hall. The walls were decorated with paintings and heads of the beasts baring their teeth. Luxurious chandeliers matched the beige home design.

{It's pretty in here.} – Kyon snickered admiring such finesse. It seems he has to spend a fair amount of time in this house, which is much better than the gloomy mine or the wooden shacks where ordinary slaves spend their nights. Maybe, he is lucky after all?