When she moved the slave’s hands apart something unexpected happened.

The girl's eyes widened at the sight of his common cotton underpants. There was a big bulge within! Dinah recoiled in she shock. She couldn’t take her eyes off him for a short moment, then she yelled:

«That’s disgusting! Hide it away immediately!»

Kyon obeyed and shyly looked at the floor. He said in a hollow voice:

«I am sorry... It's just... You are so beautiful… please, forgive me...»

Dinah closed her eyes. She had to try and calm down, appease the thrill of her heart. A pulsating vein popped up on her smooth forehead. Anger was seething inside her mixed with disgust. However, her desire to kill the rascal on the spot seemed to have evaporated. A nobody like him dared to get sexually attracted to her... Not that it was surprising. Didn’t she come dressed in just a nightie and nothing else? (Her favorite, by the way.) It was expected that the boy would be smitten. She had already lost the thread of her thought she had before the incident.

Kyon made his stomach growl in an attempt to change the subject. He blushed and turned his eyes away.

«Ma'am Dinah, may I have something to eat, please?»

«You must be grateful I don't feed you your little buddy freshly cut» - The girl said and turned to leave.

«I don't know what buddies you mean. I'm starving, ma'am Dinah.»

The maid froze, turned around and looked at the slave as if he was mentally retarded. She looked perplexed. Did he seriously fail to understand what she was talking about or was he mocking her? He couldn't wait to die, could he?

«You…» - The girl muttered something through her teeth that sounded like a curse. Then she turned her back on the worm of a man she thought he was and left. As expected, she locked the gate behind her.

Kyon let out a sigh of relief when the footsteps behind the wall subsided. He stretched the elastic of his underpants and greeted with a cheerful grin... no, not "his buddy," but the blouse and black panties wrapped around his hips. Yes, there was no other place to hide them. And no, he did not put them on.

{No doubt, Jean will do something very dirty with your underwear... you, poor little fool.}

When Kyon noticed the maid’s suspicious look at his underpants he figured out she was going to search him all over, so he decided to take that desperate step to ward her off... Surprisingly, the girl did not kill him... One single touch and Juno sentenced her previous slave to a cruel execution. And Kyon is still alive.

He knew that the maids were unaware of the rule that a slave had to be a eunuch or impotent. According to Flitz, slaves hadn’t been castrated before and they didn’t get any “evilball” either (it’s a relatively new drug). Moreover, the old man didn’t tell anyone but Juno about the evilball, and it wasn’t something that the lady would like to share.

He could leave all that craziness behind at last. His unlikely plan had been gradually implemented in life.

His stomach rumbled, not intentionally this time but for very natural, physiological reasons. His wonderful mood had vanished into thin air. He had yet to get through the next day and find a way how to get the sausage from Marina. Most importantly, he had to deliver the lingerie to Jean and finally master the basic grade of the elements without which they would quickly make mincemeat of him.

A night on the bench couldn’t be called a pleasant one bу any stretch of the imagination.

In the end, Kyon woke up stiff, his body cold and completely numb. He stretched with a groan and called Marina. Unfortunately, his fortune kept refusing to smile on him:

«How come you don’t know when you’ll come? Why?!»

When the girl replied her voice sounded guilty:

«Flitz has given me an important task... I'm sorry, but I just can't…»

Kyon pulled a long face. It served him right for entrusting strangers with his destiny. No, he didn’t hold a grudge against Marina, he was no one for her, anyway. Why should she violate her master’s orders for his sake? – {Yeah…. My life has definitely decided to be a b...}

«Kyon, I promise I’ll come tomorrow! Don't worry, please. I would like to know... I mean to meet you.» - Marina hastily corrected herself.

«If I’ll live to see tomorrow.» - Kyon sighed pessimistically and hung up. His body hadn’t fully recovered yet. Without food, he simply had no energy to rehabilitate himself. All his plans were going down the drain, his last hope was Jean, or rather the basic grade of the elements that he had promised to give away in exchange for the panties.

After a couple of hours, the key creaked in the lock, the gate swung open from a mighty kick. No one other than death itself in Juno’s disguise had come to the training arena. She had her usual skintight training outfit on: ballet shoes, skinny pants, a sweatshirt, and a charmingly demonic grin promising her personal punching bag all the torments of hell.

The practitioners in this world, all as one, are obsessed with the development of their strength. As for Juno, her urge is a record holder. She has to pin down her own sister. A fight with a slave is more like entertainment for her sadistic nature rather than practice.

Kyon rolled off the bench at the last minute as if he’d never been there. He had no desire to taunt the lady. His guts filled with rage at the sight of her goldilocks. Too bad rage isn’t nutritious enough. It could only cause indigestion.

The girl came hopping to the training ground when suddenly she had a moment of perplexion. According to any common sense, the slave should have died of hunger and injuries long ago. Apparently, he was really a tough one. She was eager to fight and punch his pretty face. But there was one issue that remained unresolved:

«Yesterday you pawed me when I fell on you, slave. I order you to knock out all your teeth for that.»

Kyon was infuriated. {WHAT?! BITCH, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU GET OFF?!} - His hatred was almost tangible. It was she who fell on him yesterday, and he had to pay the price!? Vindictive hypocritical piece of shit! He was about to lose it. He had to bite back the words of abuse at the tip of his tongue. He was too close to violating her order to keep silent but he pulled himself up. He had yet a faint hope of survival. He was still counting on the basic grade of pure force. There still was hope and he was not going to let it go.

{I swear as soon as I have a chance I’ll crush you like a nut!}

The corners of Juno’s mouth lifted when she saw the outraged slave’s face give way to bitterness. What a delightful sight! She took great pleasure in the misfortune of others. He had it coming for getting in her way. He should be grateful to her for not giving orders to kill him at once. She'd do that nice work herself.

The boy punched himself in the jaw with a bitter face. His white teeth with bloody stains fell out from his mouth one after the other. The young enchantress almost clapped her hands with delight, she was so pleased with the performance. That’s the idea of pure happiness - to watch a pathetic nobody getting what he deserved.

Almost all of his teeth were knocked out. Blood was spurting from his mouth, which obviously did not add to the beauty of his half-zombie image. The past few days had taken the shine out of him. He was a pitiful sight - pale, tired, barely standing on his feet. And on top of all that was her goddamned order... Kyon will never forgive her.

It might seem that the boy was humiliated and crushed but it’s absolutely not true. He got into an extremely stressful situation where he was mortified and trampled underfoot. But who said it would break him? He took a sober view on things, played by the rules to rise from the ashes like a phoenix. The eternal flame was burning in his eyes, the flame of the former emperor. If a man like that kneels, if he has to eat the dirt, it’s only because he is certain that the time will come to turn the tables. They will kneel before him.

When the obedient slave finished, Juno forced a smile and weakly clapped her hands. Then she squeezed her snow-white fists and attacked him. The time had come to finally finish off that scum. He had been alive for too long.

Kyon spat blood. For the first time, he felt such a fierce desire to break someone's skull. {BITCH, I will give you a hard time at least once before I die!}

*pum* *pam* *pum*

However, it was impossible to give her any hard time at all. On the contrary, Kyon missed more and more punches. He was getting worse and worse. He was pale and started cramping. He could hardly move his body let alone hit the girl. During the short period of beating him up, she managed to pick up some of his skills and raised the level of her battle fist up to 3.5. There was not a shred of pity on her face, only gloating and a kind of maniacal pleasure from giving injuries and pain.

Juno couldn't figure out why the boy’s maneuvers and movements were beyond her comprehension. He lacked twice as much speed and yet made her move more. However, she refused to accept that a slave could teach her anything. She kept thinking that her newly acquired skills of movements were connected with her practice with Jean.

At some point, the boy collapsed on the floor, unable to resist anymore. He could swear like a trooper, he could say at least something but it wouldn't increase his chances of survival. And he still had some.

Of course, hell wasn't over yet. It was immediately followed by heavy kicks to the accompaniment of Juno's ecstatic quiet purr. Kyon could felt more and more injuries on his numb body: here a sidekick, (it clearly hit a kidney) and that one almost broke a tendon. One more jab and his ribs creaked, one of them got a crack. The girl wasn't above hitting deliberately two or three times in the same place. She was intending to destroy his body. The end was near.

Juno’s smile was getting ever more dazzling. She enjoyed beating his soft and alive (so far) little body! Flitz made her a very pleasant surprise when he gave her this nice punching bag. She needed to ask him for some more. What a buzz... She only wished the scum would scream louder. His volume automatically reduced or what?

Suddenly her sound transmitter dinged.

The girl stopped finishing off the “dummy.” When she saw the caller’s frequency she snarled with annoyance. She answered the call:

«What do you want?!»

«Juno, forgive me… Please! It's my fault! I want to make it up to you! May I come to you?» - The pleading voice in the device belonged to Yegorka.

«No! And stop calling me! You are annoying!» - The girl lost her temper. She hung up and gave another heavy kick in the slave’s ribs. Then she lost her heat and left the ground, apathetic.

Kyon was left behind, lifeless. His condition was worse than in a comatose state. One lung was torn, his knee joint swollen, his muscles pulsating in pain. Also, judging by darting of Synergy, Juno awarded him with a slight brain concussion, a broken nose, and a black eye. He snorted: {Yegorka... It’s the second time that you’ve saved me.}

Nobody touched him for two hours. Then he, albeit with some difficulty, managed to stand up. With his wan complexion, throbbing pain in the head, he had a keen desire to lie down and never wake up again. Emptiness in his eyes diluted with disappointment in the new life. If only Marina had brought the sausage...

He had barely had enough time to feel sorry for himself and imagine what might have happened if only... when the gates opened. And there again... The face of death in the guise of an angel girl. What a subtle irony.

The girl approached the slave with a slow graceful step. She frowned her brows, puzzled. The slave was incredibly tenacious! A real treasure for a punching bag. With discontent, she put her wrist with a formation to her ear:

«Speaking.»

«My lady, master Jean is here.» - She heard Dinah’s voice.

«He is early today… All right, let him in.» - Juno looked at the guy with disgust and growled in disappointment: - «I order you to keep out of sight. Stay put. I will finish off your miserable life later.»

Kyon rejoiced at the master's impatience. Driven by a desire to bury his nose in the lady’s clothes stolen especially for him, Jean arrived at the mansion a few hours earlier and saved the boy's life.

Kyon rose to his feet like an undead. He walked off to hide overcoming his pain. Master Jean had just entered the training ground. He immediately spotted Kyon and raised his eyebrows in a barely visible, silent question: "got it?"

The boy nodded slightly: "got it."

Since their last meeting, the master looked gaunt, emaciated. His red eyes gleamed feverishly on his pointed face. Could the man be so excited about some rags that he didn’t sleep last night?

He quietly left the training ground and headed for the mansion. A very important moment was approaching, a moment that could radically change his life. If the master sniffed out that the smell didn’t belong to Juno everything was lost. He had thoroughly studied the internal structure of the mansion the other day and knew exactly in which of the bathrooms Juno usually took a shower. Now at his own risk, he was going there.

With the grace of a zombie and the reactions of a cat, he slipped inside, unnoticed, and went into the bathroom. He took shampoo from the shelf and the fragrant cream that Juno used, spread some on his fingers and wandered back. Servants sometimes come there to wash the bath and the toilet, change towels and care products, but right now, fortunately, the bathroom was empty. If he’d been caught stealing the lady’s cleaning stuff they would hang him but first, they would cut off some interesting parts of his body.

Closer to the training ground, Kyon took out Dinah's blouse and panties. He made sure no one was watching him and applied Juno’s care products hoping it would be enough.

Soon Juno came out of the training ground and hopped toward the mansion. Jean followed her constantly looking around for the boy.

Kyon discreetly got out of the bushes, walked over to the man and bowed. A sharp pain pierced his body but he painstakingly pretended he was in perfect health:

«Hello, Master Jean.»

The man was surprised to hear him lisping. Did he get his teeth knocked out?! Who cares, his highest priority was to get the things it would the end of the boy for the unfulfilled expectations of the respectable man.

The master nodded him to the empty training ground.

Kyon sat next to the master on the bench.

Jean said with a serious look trying not to show his excitement too explicitly:

«Well, Kyon, tell me.»

The boy took Dinah’s blouse out of his pocket and handed it to the master.