Rolling in Bed with the Male Lead

Eyes that shook. Enoch’s lips twitched as if he were about to say something.

"..."

Richard soon averted his gaze from him.

Because he had no room to spare any more attention on him.

He needed a plan, and he needed it now.

Richard, leaning against a dusty corner, closed his eyes. From the worn stone floor and cracked crevices, sand occasionally scattered and settled down.

First, at one in the morning. The guards watching the slaves change shifts once, so that's the opportunity.

A slave market exists only because of its slaves.

In other words, if there are no slaves to sell, the slave market collapses.

So, at dawn...

I'll make all the slaves escape.

A sharp light flashed in Richard’s eyes.

A slave market without slaves is no different from a fruit shop without fruit, a dress shop without a single dress.

Therefore,

Just as I've done so far.

I collapse the slave market.

As I've always done.

If I just endure here until dawn, the rest will be easy.

Because it's something I've done countless times.

Richard stared straight ahead with sharp eyes.

"How much is that one?"

"Five hundred gold coins."

"I'll take him."

He could see a man buying a slave.

I just need to not be sold before dawn.

If someone were to buy him before he could 'act', it would become extremely troublesome.

But.

The likelihood of that was low.

Richard stared intently through the iron bars.

"Oh, he's quite handsome. How much is that slave?"

A man showing interest while pointing at him.

"Ah, that slave is top-grade, so he's expensive. You'll need at least twenty thousand gold coins."

"My, the price is quite steep indeed. I'll come next time."

But, everyone who came, upon hearing the price, clicked their tongues and backed away.

At least I won't be sold today.

Richard was classified as a top-grade slave. Because top-grade slaves were quite pricey, it took anywhere from a month at the shortest to a year at the longest to be sold.

So I can rest easy.

That was the moment he thought so.

"Welcome!"

"..."

A silver-haired man wearing a mask quietly, yet with an unsettling aura, approached. His silver hair, bathed in clear moonlight, swayed diagonally.

A guard knight who had also covered his face with a mask followed closely behind him.

"..."

Richard stared at him as if mesmerized.

He seems familiar somehow.

Was there a silver-haired noble among the aristocracy?

Other than the Chesika ducal family, there definitely shouldn't be...

He looks too young to be Duke Chesika, and the gender is wrong for Duchess Evgenia...

His moment of doubt was brief, and Richard soon averted his gaze.

Well... It's probably nothing.

He probably is a collateral noble of the Chesika ducal family.

After all, among collateral nobles, there are those who resemble each other in appearance...

That was the moment.

The silver-haired man, who had been silently scanning the slaves, stretched out his hand without hesitation.

"That one."

The direction his fingertip pointed was Richard.

Huh?

His watery eyes shook.

"That's twenty thousand gold coins, is that acceptable?"

"It doesn't matter. Bring him immediately."

Wai, wait a minute...

This shouldn't happen.

Richard froze solid.

Throughout dozens of regressions, this had never happened. He had never been sold this quickly!

"Yes, yes! Understood!"

The slave trader, scrambling and bowing obsequiously, approached the iron bars.

Inserting the key and opening the barred door, he soon pulled Richard out.

Clank.

In an instant, things unfolded.

The slave trader, fastening heavy iron shackles onto Richard, handed the connected iron chain to the man's guard knight.

"Take him."

The man left without looking back.

"Follow."

As the guard knight tugged the iron chain, his wrist was roughly pulled.

Huh, huh?

The plan had gone completely awry.

I'm screwed.

Richard repeated to himself as he was dragged along by the guard knight.

He hadn't anticipated this.

For that one-in-a-million chance to actually occur.

Until now, this never happened.

It had ruined the entire plan. Even though he had infiltrated as a slave, to be sold off so meaninglessly.

It was something that happened in barely a day, no, not even a few hours.

Richard tightly closed his eyes.

What should I do?

Lost in a spiral of thoughts, he found himself arriving in front of an inn before he knew it.

As if the entire inn had been rented, no other guests were in sight.

The man entered a bedroom. As if telling him to follow, the guard pushed Richard's back.

First, I have to go back there.

Richard looked down at his shackled wrists and resolved.

By any means necessary, he had to find a way to return to the slave market. Whether by knocking out his opponent or running away.

Richard glanced furtively at the silver-haired man who had bought him.

Can I take him down?

Though he couldn't tell who he was because he wore a mask, he seemed to be a considerable expert.

The guard knight protecting his side was the same.

"..."

Richard gritted his teeth inside his mouth.

For now...

Let's at least try talking to him.

"Um... Excuse me, where is this place?"

Richard cautiously opened his mouth.

"..."

The silver-haired man answered softly as he took off his coat.

"An inn. We'll stay here tonight."

An indifferent attitude that didn't spare him a single glance.

The man's voice was low and also indifferent.

"?.."

Richard felt a sense of incongruity for some reason.

This person...

It was strange.

What were the usual reasons nobles bought slaves?

To serve them at night.

Among them, there were many perverts who didn't discriminate by gender.

'Shall I show you the taste of a man?'

Baron Palos, who had pestered him at the last tea party, was a prime example.

But this man who bought him...

Has no interest in me.

Look at him even now.

Far from giving me a lecherous look, he doesn't even spare me a glance.

No, more fundamentally...

It seems like he doesn't like men.

An instinctive sense was screaming that.

Then...

Why did he buy me?

A question flashed through his mind. Richard thought.

Did he figure out my identity?

Even though I disguised myself in shabby clothes, could he have recognized Richard Friedrich, the second son of the Friedrich Marquisate?

It was the most plausible hypothesis.

To help me?

Whether out of pure goodwill, or to demand a reward later using this as leverage.

If that's the case...

That's fortunate.

He seemed like a troublesome opponent to take down, so it was fortunate.

If I explain the situation and have a proper talk with him, I might be able to return to the slave market.

Having reached a conclusion, Richard took a step closer to the man who was conversing with the guard.

"Excu..."

That was the moment.

The man strode towards him.

Without a word, without expression.

"?.."

Just as Richard was feeling puzzled.

His hand sharply grabbed Richard's wrist.

"Ugh?!"

Without a chance to resist.

With a sharp, violent tear—!

The man shoved him onto the bed.

"..."

Richard's back collided with the soft bed sheets.

Huh?

What?

Without a chance to think, his shackled wrist was roughly grabbed and pressed down by the man's hand.

Thump!

"..."

Richard, having nowhere to go, looked up at the masked man with a shaky gaze.

Until just a moment ago, he seemed to have absolutely no interest in me?

It was an attitude that went beyond lack of interest, as if he didn't even consider men as sexual objects at all.

Clearly, that's how it was...

"Why are you making that face?"

The man who loomed over him uttered a cold voice.

"Wait a minute..."

Richard struggled against his captured wrist.

As if resistance was futile, it wouldn't budge.

"You shouldn't be unaware of why I bought you."

The man lifted the corner of his mouth.

And then,

Riiip—!

Richard's shirt front was mercilessly torn open.

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