Chapter 5 – Living Arrangements

They had taken transport by carriage, the smell of a post-medieval, renaissance-like city was not something he was prepared for. Not that it smelled bad, but was vastly different to the either sterile or the chemically overcharged city he was used to. The air for example was much clearer, and smelled fresher as well, how long until this society followed suit or could magic circumvent that future? 

They arrived at their destination. At a miniature manor so to speak, complete with an archaic style of architetural design you'd expect from a 15th century house. Although it was quite modest in comparison to other noble holdings it still held an air of grandeur. Perhaps his new life was off to a not so bitterstart or perhaps it would get much worse. 

As the carriage drove away. His new mistress tucked him by his hand, practically dragging him forward. He blushed, he never held a real girl's hand before.

"I suppose proper introductions are to be made, my name is Irina Von Schattenwald, though you are not expected call me by my sir name, Irina is fine." She said narrowing her eyes. "So let me ask you once, do you understand the predicament you find yourself in August."

'August' played with his thumbs. He had an idea, but so much of it was left out by circumstance.

"Kinda, Lady Irina." She didn't seem to be impressed by his tone.

"You've committed a serious crime, any other person would be put in front of an executioner's blade, but you got off scot-free and all you have to do is repay the state."

This infuriated him. It was some other fool, not him.

"But…but it was a sham trial, I wasn't even fully conscious for most of it. The princess is lying through her teeth, surely someone as smart as you can see it." she gave the stare that said. 'stop speaking bullshit."100 000 000 million gold is an outrageous amount."

"For an S-class hero, it should take no longer than a year of worth, which is why August, I'm going to train you like a dog. Do not that, I'm not 'Handling' you for free, you're an investment. Nothing more to me at the moment, a tool to use and misuse."

'Cruel'

This was outrageous, no isekai hero he heard of was reduced to a woman's plaything, and there were certainly some that were temporarily in that position. But not him, this was a violation of his rights.

"Listen woman," he pointed his finger in her face, causing her to frown. As the former hero, who helped defeat the demon threat, years ago. You ought to treat me with dignity and respect. Without me would this kingdom slash republic stand."

She held her head sideways like he was a dumb animal that couldn't understand

"You overestimate your contribution, as do most egotistic fools such as yourself. You did not do it alone after all. And if Your former party so willingly threw you the wolves that were the authorities, you must have done something really bad, maybe worse than intruding upon a princess's womanhood."

He thought of the three individuals who sat in the court and stared at him with hatred and sadness. Were they 'augusts' former comrades? He wouldn't risk, exposing his reincarnated identity who knows what will happen, he'd need to learn it on his own. 

He raised his finger, if she was going to 'handle' he'd need to set his ground rules.

"Look–"

She slapped him in the face. Leaving him visibly shocked. A girl as modest and petite as her shouldn't be able to hit that hard.

"Ow, was that necessary?"

"You need to get the message across, I'm not done."

She kicked him in the balls with her heel, the horrid pain overriding every nerve he felt. He held his hands on his balls, he had never felt pain in an area of that caliber, was she trying to kill him? 

She kicked him again, in the chest. Making him fall over, she kicked him hard on the stomach, doubling the pain he had felt. He briefly glanced in her face, she was enjoying this making him pain. 

"Let me make one thing clear, you degenerate, gigolo. I'm in charge of you, legally, literally, metaphysically, ostensibly."

She stepped on him. The pain made his back hurt. She then put her heel on his penis, stepping hard with the forefront of her heel, more pain he couldn't mentally process, kicking his dick over and over again. 

Arousal even happened, and every kick, made his cock rise. She removed one heel from her foot. Kicking him in his face, the sweat of her warm dark pantyhosed feet, making his face slightly wet. She kicked and over again.

"Say it with me, you serve my every whim."

"I serve you every whim lady Irina."

"You're a worthless piece of trash."

"I'm a worthless piece of trash."

"You are nothing without your former power"

"I am nothing without my former power"

She got off him, pulling her sweaty feet off his face.

"You really are pathetic, that prison cell must have shaken you up. No way a little time in the slammer would humble you this much.

He looked away in shame, the incident still bothered him to a degree.

"Get up August, this is your new home for the foreseeable future."

He got up and stared at the building. In the distance he could see another girl staring out the window, it looked like she wore a maid's uniform. He swore he saw a scowl on her face. Lewd thoughts coalesques once again, alone with two girls, perhaps this was heaven. But he knew that woman wouldn't give it to him that easy.

"Come along now, August. Be a good boy, and I might even give you a little reward."

He was still reeling from the pain, It seemed his life was planned out for him. Obedience and misery awaits. He wanted to inquire about how she managed to attain the rights to become his handler but he refrained from angering her. She sure had a sadistic streak.

She practically dragged him into the small manor. A maid approached, she had short blond hair and a frilly headband that complemented her stature. She was bit smaller than him. He could already imagine scenario's in his head, when he and the maid is alone at home, locked over the kitchen counter. He couldn't help but grin.

she appeared stoic and dutiful, she immediately greeted her mistress.

"Lady Irina, shall I prepare dinner for two."

"You mean three Alysse," she said with a smile.

"Ah, I did not know pets eat at the dinner table."

So he was an animal now.

"Come on now Alysse, treat him with some 'dignity' and 'respect," she said with a tinge of sarcasm. 

The girl did not reply, but her face was fierce staring at him like a was to be manhunted. So much hate this body received. So troublesome. What a man the original August must have been to warrant this much hatred.

"Alysse if you will escort him to his room."

The maid yanked him and took him down a hallway.

"Come along, pervert," she said with a soft voice.

Despite the hostility he received from her he couldn't bring himself to hate her. She was too cute. The room was practically spartan and undecorated but for a utilitarian, it was practically perfect. 

He immediately sunk into the bed, the exhaustion of the last two days weighing heavily on his mind. A daring new reality, criminal charges off the bat, hardcore mode, sucking another's man's penis. It was a lot to handle. Finally, he could find some solace in being able to sleep–at least for tonight who knew what tomorrow would bring? 

The maid closed the door behind, deciding to let him resign to his fate. He considers boinking his new pickle, not a day had gone by on earth where he didn't stroke it to his VR girls. Here he had none of that. 

So maybe tonight he will leave his new pickle alone. Afraid it made break under the pressure he was feeling.