Chapter 81: I Bought Her, So I Came Again (2)
Chapter 81: I Bought Her, So I Came Again (2)
“I bought you, so I should get to unload.”
At those blunt words, Elisha recoiled in horror, stumbling backward.
“W-Why does it lead to that conclusion?! Weren’t you just telling me how you spent a fortune to save me after I was framed by cultists and turned into a slave?!”
“I was, wasn’t I?”
“You said all that terrifying talk about an elf ranch was a lie!”
“That’s right.”
“Then this is the part where you say something like, ‘Our positions have been reversed, but just as you did for me, I promise to treat you humanely, so rest easy’!”
“Huh? But slaves aren’t human.”
“T-That’s why I’m saying you should somehow—!”
Elisha flailed her arms in frustration for a moment before freezing. She narrowed her eyes and spoke.
“…You. Are you making fun of me right now?”
“Ah. You caught me?”
“You… You…!”
Elisha stomped her feet, making frustrated little noises.
I chuckled at the sight and continued.
“Think about it. 100,000 gold. Do you have any idea how much money that is?”
“…….”
Elisha fell silent the moment money was mentioned. Instead, I turned my attention to Iris, who was standing beside her.
“Iris. You were a Tower Lord, so you know, right? Just how much 100,000 gold is.”
“Of course. Assuming there are no major projects, it’s a fortune large enough to run a Magic Tower for about a year.”
“Exactly. Even a Magic Tower, famous for being a money pit, can run on that much. What do you think it’s like for an ordinary noble family? How do you think a commoner like me managed to get 100,000 gold?”
The answer was clearing the game multiple times… but who could ever guess that?
At my final question, Elisha’s brilliant eyes darted around.
She was likely utilizing her imagination to its fullest—a virtue of any great mage.
I pushed her one step further.
“I put my life on the line, Elisha.”
It wasn’t a lie. Spending time playing a game essentially means grinding away your lifespan, doesn’t it?
In that sense, I really did put my life on the line for the game.
…And now, I was in a position where I actually had to risk my life fighting cultists.
“Don’t you realize I’m being incredibly considerate right now?”
“T-That’s…”
“It would be much easier for me to just give orders. I could do it right now. [Elisha. Kneel and put your hands up.] Just like that.”
“…….”
Elisha promptly knelt on the floor and raised her hands high as if she were being punished in school.
The anxiety I had seen earlier flickered in her blue eyes once again.
“Yandel…? About that… I didn’t mean it like that… It’s just…”
As if the words wouldn’t come out right, Elisha just pursed her lips. I gently stroked her head.
I kept the touch somewhat rough, as if I were petting an animal.
“Elisha. Do you still not get it? You are no longer a noble lady.”
“I-I am…”
“You’re my slave.”
“…….”
Elisha looked completely dejected.
…Was I too harsh?
But I considered this a necessary process.
Unlike Carla, who had received slave education at the auction house, or Iris, who had already prostrated herself, Elisha still didn’t seem to fully grasp her situation.
Still, I couldn’t just leave her like that, so I poked Carla in the side.
Perhaps that was enough to convey my intent. Even though I didn’t say a word, Carla began to comfort Elisha on her own.
Now, only Iris remained.
Just as I was about to say something to Iris, who had been looking restless while watching Elisha struggle.
“I am grateful.”
Iris thanked me before I could even speak.
“No matter how much I stayed cooped up in the Magic Tower, I am of a certain age. I know full well what kind of treatment a young and beautiful slave receives. This is practically the best treatment possible. Indeed.”
“Young…?”
When I looked Iris—who had the appearance of a young girl—up and down, she let out a small laugh.
“Fufu. You may call me a child if you wish. Regardless, it is a fact that I am beautiful. …More importantly, there is one thing I wish to ask.”
“What is it?”
“Master. Is the way Nana and Elisha speak acceptable as it is? We are trying to speak politely in our own way, but our current speech patterns are ingrained and difficult to change.”
“It’s fine. I’m leaving your Mana Cores alone, so what does a speech pattern matter? You’ll rarely have to appear before others, but if you do, just be careful then.”
“I shall keep that in mind. Speaking of which… about the… Mana Core. Are you truly certain?”
“Why? Are you planning to kill me and run away the moment I release the imprint?”
Though she hadn’t reached the level of an Archmage, Iris was at the very peak of a High Magician.
Given enough time, she could probably break a slave imprint on her own.
I was testing her, but… Iris shook her head with a serious expression.
“Never. As long as Elisha is bound to Master, I have no intention of fleeing. But even if that weren’t the case, I have no intention of harming Master. No matter how I think about it, Master is our savior, and I am not such a wicked elf as to attack my benefactor.”
“I hope you can still say that after tonight.”
“I swear it. I shall repay the grace I have received as an obedient slave until the day Master’s life reaches its end.”
Iris thumped her chest with a solemn face.
This one was the opposite of Elisha—she was almost too submissive.
I chuckled and called for Carla.
“Carla.”
“Yes, Master!”
Carla, who had been rambling to Elisha about how normal slaves are treated, jumped up and scurried over.
“What’s this? I thought you were comforting her, but were you actually just scaring her?”
“Oh, stop. Scaring her? I was just letting her know what would have happened if Master hadn’t been there.”
She was definitely scaring her.
Though she was smiling brightly, Carla kept glancing at the two now that Elisha and Iris had also become my slaves.
I pulled Carla by the shoulder and led her toward the bed.
“They both said it’s their first time, right? So, Carla, you should set an example.”
“Ah! If that’s the case, leave it to me! What should I do?”
“You don’t need to do anything grand… Just show them what we usually do.”
“Yes!”
With that, Carla lunged and hugged me.
The sensation of her soft breasts pressing against my chest made the corners of my mouth want to twitch upward. I suppressed it and spoke to the two mages.
“Iris. You stay by Elisha’s side and watch closely. You’re next.”
“I shall do so.”
“And Elisha… you keep your hands up and stay on your knees until it’s your turn. You know why, right?”
“…Yes. Thank you for letting me off with just this much, Yandel.”
For some reason, Elisha nodded frantically, her face pale.
I whispered softly to Carla, who was rubbing her face against my chest.
“What on earth did you tell her?”
“It was nothing much. I just told her a little bit about the fate of the rebellious slaves I saw in the auction house basement.”
Nothing much… right?
Whether she noticed my awkward feeling or not, Carla shed her usual golden retriever-like demeanor and slowly began to radiate a sultry atmosphere.
“Um, Master? Do you remember what I said last time?”
“What was it?”
“That even if Master gets other people, I’ll work hard so that I can keep being your favorite.”
Of course I knew that.
“The pathetic pussy?”
“…It’s not that I’m pathetic, it’s just that Master’s cock feels too good.”
“Same thing.”
I shrugged and poked Carla’s cheeks, which were puffed out like a blowfish.
“Puhuu… I’ll prove it in front of the newcomers! That I’m not a pathetic pussy!”
“Ha! Try it if you’re so confident.”
I smirked, but only for a moment. Carla suddenly stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine.
Mwah.
The ticklish sensation and warmth of our lips meeting. Carla’s unique, refreshing scent wafted up.
As I pulled her waist in tight, she took it as a signal and carefully slid her tongue inside my lips.
Feeling mischievous, I clamped my teeth shut and blocked her path.
“Mmm… Nng… Master… please open up… I’ll make you feel good. Please?”
Carla acted cute, licking my lips like a real puppy.
Meanwhile, her hands were busy undressing me and throwing off her own clothes—it was a vibe that truly showed her experience.
Carla’s fingers slid under my shirt, gently tickling my back.
Thinking that was enough, I slightly lifted my teeth, and her tongue darted inside as if she had been waiting for it.
“Hng… Chuu…”
She made wet, sticky sounds as she meticulously stroked the inside of my mouth with her tongue. It felt less like a simple kiss and more like she was pleasuring the inside of my mouth.
As I stood there accepting Carla’s tongue-work, it was actually Carla who became impatient.
When we briefly pulled our lips apart, a silver thread of saliva stretched between us.
But before that thread could even break, Carla, now half-naked, pleaded with me.
“Master… give me your tongue… your tongue…”
I stuck my tongue out as she wanted. Carla took it into her mouth all at once and began to suck on it as if she were performing fellatio.
“Slurp… Chuu… Haa… Masther…”
How long did she keep stimulating my tongue and drinking my saliva? By the time both Carla and I were completely naked.
Only then did Carla release my tongue and slowly kneel at my feet.
She stared at my member right in front of her eyes, dazed for a moment, before glancing up at my face. And then.
“Ah—”
Carla opened her mouth wide for all to see.
No, that wasn’t the end.
Not only did she stick out the tongue that had been pleasuring mine just moments ago, but she even hooked her index finger inside her cheek to pull her mouth open wide.
It was a pose that practically begged for something to be put inside.
I briefly stroked Carla’s platinum-blonde hair, which seemed to get prettier by the day.
Then, I gripped her head firmly and roughly shoved my cock inside.
All the way to the root.
Just like always.