Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Beastkin Female (1)
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"Sis, suddenly putting a half-breed like me directly under you is gonna piss off all the VIPs...! And making someone like me in charge of a gladiator slave...!"
"Kyahaha! That again? I don't give a damn. And you bein' half means you've got half the same blood as me, don't it? Then there ain't no problem at all."
"That's not the point...! Why me of all people...! Guard duty is plenty for someone like me...! Anything more is...!"
For some reason, the two who'd been talking about me broke into what sounded like a friendly sisterly squabble.
"That's 'cause I said no. You're my little sister, ain't ya? Gotta put you in a spot that suits ya."
I watched their good-natured bickering intently from behind.
'The pureblood one's name is Taira... Taira Pendrack.'
Surprisingly, the one who looked like an elementary schooler was the older sister.
Well, beastkin in a fantasy world? Nothing weird about that.
'...Sister's pureblood, and the little one's mixed.'
Just listening from the sidelines, I could tell their relationship was complicated.
Especially Karga—she was showing a super timid side I'd never seen before.
Her tail was tucked way down between her butt cheeks.
'...Whoa, what a peach.'
Even amid all that, my eyes drifted to her alluring rear. Guess I'm just a guy after all.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Ancestor 'First King of the Beastkin' is gazing upon descendant 'Karga.'] [Ancestor 'First King of the Beastkin' grins lecherously!] Right as my gaze landed there, messages popped up from our perv ancestor Arkan.
...Can't really call him out when I was staring like an idiot too.
'......Huh? But why's this guy only reacting to Karga?'
A question suddenly popped into my head.
There were two beastkin women right in front of me.
Taira and Karga.
And Taira was a pureblood beastkin, unlike Karga.
Normally, you'd think he'd react more to her, but Arkan was fixated solely on Karga.
And I figured out the answer right away.
"Kyahaha!"
Taira's bright, innocent laugh.
She looked exactly like a little kid.
Hell, even the petite dwarf women had big enough chests to pass for adults.
But Taira? Without any context, she'd straight-up look like a child.
'The game only let you mate with adult beastkin...'
Games have to follow lolicon laws, obviously.
Mating with a kid-looking character to have babies? The complaints and lawsuits would bury the devs.
So back when I was playing Arkan, kid-looking characters were never mate options. Obviously.
Now that it's real, his tastes are reflected that way.
Meaning Arkan's only interested in Karga.
"Cut it out! It's decided! If you don't like it, you become Parion's boss instead!"
"S-Sis...!"
"Anyway, Number 17, right?"
"Y-Yes?"
While I was lost in thought, their friendly spat wrapped up.
Taira raked me over with a sultry gaze and issued her command.
"From today, you're Karga's personal battle slave. Better listen good."
No choices for mutts.
No choices for slaves.
So for a mutt slave?
Hell no.
"Yes, ma'am!"
All I could do was bark back energetically.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "...Private room's nice."
It was basically a storeroom, but still.
Compared to huddling with seven mutt slaves in a cage, it was worlds better.
Hell, it even had a bed.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Ancestor 'Eternal Teacher of the Fairies' smiles warmly!] [Ancestor 'First King of the Beastkin' claps delightedly!] That's when the alert chimed, and our perv ancestors sent their messages.
Somehow, those two who got along so well were thrilled.
"......"
The reason was simple.
My assigned private room.
Open its door and...
"Hm? What is it?"
"Oh, uh, just thought maybe I could help with somethin'..."
"I'm good. You rest up."
"Yes, ma'am!"
There was my handler... no, now my direct owner, Karga's room.
Yep.
My "private room" was the storeroom of Karga's suite.
A real damn storeroom.
'Should I be happy...?'
I'd been assigned as Karga's personal battle slave.
I was under her before, but manager and user are different beasts.
Now, instead of her watching and chaining me, I'd be serving and following her.
…with it confirmed that Arkan’s route was all about seducing beastkin women.
Living in close quarters with a beastkin woman like Karga was definitely lucky.
Swish swish...
Thankfully, Karga didn't seem pissed—her tail was wagging.
Beastkin are so easy to read.
And soon after.
"Number 17, come out."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Once Karga finished unpacking, I stepped out of the storeroom at her call.
The suite was pretty spacious for one person.
Karga sat on the sofa, and I stood at attention in front of her.
"Things ended up this way, but your duties won't change much. You'll fight once a week like usual. Rest of the time, labor."
"Question!"
"What?"
"For non-match duties... does that mean focusing solely on attending to you, ma'am Karga?"
Might be a cheeky question for a slave, but it was too important for me to skip.
One of my quests.
Morduin's weekly quest: Path of the Artisan.
Five times a week, crafting practice and weapon repairs.
Fail that, and I could lose the hard-earned Soul of the Burning Artisan trait.
Not combat power, but essential for making and fixing my own gear in future fights.
A real shame to lose it.
"Ah, right... Heard about your passion at the forge. The master craftsman wants you fixed on forge work."
Karga got my intent right away.
...Gonna chew me out for being cheeky?
But surprisingly, she nodded easily.
"I'll give you afternoons. Mornings attending me, afternoons at the forge."
"Thank you!"
Lately, I've been thinking.
Karga looks sharp, but she's got a soft side.
Normally, no one'd accommodate a mutt slave like this.
Weekly quest solved easy.
'Now for the rest...'
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Ancestor 'First King of the Beastkin' is gazing upon you and descendant 'Karga.'] The rest: winning over this horny beastkin hero.
In other words... seducing Karga.
'Sigh... Can I even pull this off?'
I've dated, but am I good at picking up women? Nah.
No way a guy obsessed with games like this had Casanova vibes.
'Still... maybe try something...?'
Good thing Karga seems more tolerant than she looks.
So.
"Uh, ma'am Karga...?"
"What?"
I decided to just go for it.
"What's your type... ma'am?"
Cliché pickup line, sure.
But safest, most conservative one I could think of.
...What's your ideal guy like?
Her reaction would set my approach.
And Karga's response?
"Type? What's that?"
She didn't know.
Explaining "ideal type" embarrassed me a bit, but I stayed cool.
"...What kind of man you'd want as a mate."
"......"
She went quiet after my quick explanation.
'...Did I piss her off?'