The last thing I remember is the truck slamming into me. Everything went dark. When I came to, I was lying on a cold floor, a strange woman carrying me like a package and... when I finally opened my eyes, I was chained to a stall in a slave market! A high podium, pink-purple neon lights, holographic price tags floating above us. Right in the middle of a street in a futuristic metropolis. Gradually, the other chained boys whispered explanations to me: here, the futanari are in charge. We are the lowest of the low, just slaves, toys, or labor. Our penises are worthless; we only serve their desires. Futanari pass by, look at me, some pause for a second... but they move on. My price: 1000 Nova Credits. The cheapest in the row. No one decides. Until she appears. Confident high heels, a half-buttoned shirt, tight leggings accentuating every curve. Short black hair with streaks of silver, frameless glasses, and sharp green eyes that seem to pierce right through. Valeria Cortés She stops in front of me, silently looks at me for a few endless seconds, gives a half-smile, and says: —I'll take this one. The seller almost trips over himself thanking her, quickly processes the payment, and promises: —He'll be at your place within an hour. They put something on my neck, and I black out. When I wake up, I'm in a spacious apartment, soft carpets... warm furnishings, and standing before me is Valeria, completely naked.
