8 Take Off Your Clothes

Namara's footsteps stopped in front of a tightly closed door. As before, there were two male guards at the door. However, this time without Namara speaking, they opened the door.

Namara confirmed her expression, not her appearance. Doesn't Eros like women who are innocent and obedient? Okay. She will behave like that.

When the door opened, Namara immediately walked in. The steps are smooth and gentle. On the surface, she looked so calm, but one had to know that her heart was on the coals of fire.

At first, the atmosphere felt very normal, but as Namara entered, her footsteps became heavier. The aura of the room is no longer neutral.

Eros released his aura without holding back. Of course, Namara who was nothing more than a weak human could only hold her breath with a feeling of pressure. It felt like a large rock was falling on her.

"Sir ... is there anything you need?" asked Namara in a choked voice.

One corner of Eros's eyebrows rose. "Do you think I'll forget what happened a few days ago?"

Namara immediately shook her head with her head still down. "No, Sir. I still remember my mistake and promises never to do it again."

"Does that mean you admit your mistake?"

Not!

"Yes," replied Namara.

"Raise your head and look at me! Aren't you going to talk to me?"

Namara shook her head. "How could someone like me refuse to talk to Mr. Eros? I fear that it will be disrespectful."

It is not that. She was afraid that Eros could read her mind. That would be dangerous.

"Come here!" Eros ordered. This time he didn't sound angry and his aura wasn't as strong as before.

Namara stepped closer to the man sitting on the edge of the bed. She stopped a meter away from him and immediately smelled the scent of cedar even though it was faint.

Suddenly Eros grabbed her hand and pressed the palm of it. Namara was quite surprised by Eros's sudden action. However, she couldn't protest.

After that, a long black cloth appeared on top of her palm. Namara was surprised again. "This ...."

"Close your eyes now!" Eros reigns.

Namara felt doubtful. What will Eros do?

"Don't you want to be my slave?" asked Eros.

Namara's face became a little red with feelings of embarrassment and anger. How could she possibly admit to such an inappropriate thing?

However, what Eros said was true. She wants to be his sex slave. Finally, she grabbed the black cloth and slowly put it on.

She ties cloth tightly. Her vision darkened. Not a single speck of light could be seen. It felt like she had just stepped into a bottomless black hole.

Eros grabbed Namara and pushed her to the bed. Fortunately the beds there are not as hard as the bed used by Namara. So that it doesn't hurt her that much.

"I have lots of rules that no one who serves me should break." In terms of regulations for sex slaves.

Namara was silent. She could hear her breath in nervousness. "I'm listening," she replied softly.

Suddenly Namara felt someone else's fingers touching the nape of her neck. Her body became tense. Unconsciously she started biting her lip.

"Are you seducing me?"

Namara immediately let go of her lip bite. She just remembered that this was one act of "seducing" according to Eros.

The warm current is felt to run into the nape of the neck and trace its sensitive nerves. Namara closed her eyes firmly. It felt like her body was being tickled all over the place.

She was sure that right now Eros was using his damn power to enter her body. Bastard!

Eros pressed his thumb against Namara's naturally red lips. Then switched to lifting Namara's smooth chin. Only then did he kiss those red lips to taste it.

Namara's hands clenched into fists. It felt like she wanted to push Eros away or kick him as far as possible. Her first kiss disappeared from the person she hated.

Disgusting.

Eros tasted the expected sweetness. However, he felt dissatisfied that the woman did not respond. His hand that was on Namara's nape again released a strange power that made Namara feel that her body was getting worse.

"Sir ...."

Namara's handheld Eros's chest was on top of her. That palm instantly felt the muscles hidden beneath Eros's black clothes.

Namara's face turned red with the passion created by that man's power. Her instincts spoke and she finally kissed Eros back.

Damn it! What happened to her body?

"Enough." Eros suddenly let go of his kiss.

"Take off your clothes."

What?

Namara couldn't believe what she had just heard. Undressing in front of a man?

Namara's hands trembled. Inevitably she started to take off her clothes. With eyes that couldn't see, she could only do it slowly.

Eros stared expressionlessly as little by little Namara's body came into view. Her smooth white skin, ideal chest, narrow waist, and slender legs.

Namara has perfect body proportions. Eros acknowledged this.

"Turn around."

"What for?"

"I won't let you ask questions," replied Eros.

Namara felt a little anxious. What if Eros saw the state of her back which was covered in scars? Would that man choose her to be a sex slave?

"Sir ...."

"Turn around now!"

Namara is silent. Good. She will leave everything to fate. Finally, she turned her back to Eros.

After Namara turned her body, Eros returned to observe Namara's body. He was immediately treated to a sight of Namara's back covered in scars from the whip.

Too bad. It is a flaw.

Eros snorted. He was just about to look away when his eyes suddenly caught the black tattoo on Namara's left shoulder. It was a strange and strange pattern.

His hand moved to touch the tattoo and felt something strange. His soul seemed to be pulled strongly in there. What is that?

Eros quickly pulled his hand back. His forehead began to crease deeply with wandering thoughts. This was the first time he found a tattoo like that.

"Do you know what that is?" asked Eros.

"A birthmark," replied Namara.

Despite his doubts, Eros didn't ask anymore. He stood up and untied the black cloth that covered Namara's eyes.

"You have a defect in your back. I don't like it," said Eros who then walked towards the exit.

What did he say? Flaw? Don't like it? Does this mean that Namara failed to become Eros's sex slave?

"Wait!"

In a panic, Namara immediately ran after Eros without caring about her almost naked body. She held the man's hand bravely.

"If this wound disappears will you make me your sex slave?"

"Being my sex slave is death to someone. Why would you want to do that?"

"Because ... I have no other goal."

Eros looked at Namara deeply. "In three days my women's election will be held. If you can't get rid of your flaw, you won't have a chance."

After saying that, Eros immediately walked away. Namara closed her eyes firmly. Why is being a sex slave Eros so hard? What should she do now?

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