Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Became the Owner of the Slave Party (3)
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With the Aria Goddess's Power buff adding 10 to all her stats, Elis was more than a match for any pack of kobolds. The moment she hefted her massive two-handed axe and charged in blindly, the kobolds in front of her crumpled pathetically.
"Kyaaah! Nooo!"
That was the result of issuing a command through the Collar of Subjugation to the girl who resisted killing living beings. Elis screamed in horror as blood and flesh sprayed in her face, but her whirlwind of destruction didn't stop.
Man, this is turning out to be pretty sweet now that I think about it.
I could just stand back and give orders, and the experience points would roll in. It wasn't even like an idle game—my only jobs were issuing combat commands and then using heals and purification on my slave afterward, just like now.
Using the Collar of Subjugation on Elis had definitely been the right call.
"Good job. How did it feel to kill those monsters?"
"The worst... Hn, wh-what?!"
"I told you, didn't I? Every time I praise you from now on, you'll get a kiss as a reward."
"Eek! Stop, hn, chuup... This sucks... Haa, chuup, gulp."
I wrapped my arms around Elis's waist with a pleased smile and rewarded her. In turn, she seemed just as pleased, mixing her tongue with mine and sucking on my saliva. I had no idea what was going through her head, but since she accepted me without resistance, it had to be happy thoughts. Or whatever.
"You say it's the worst, but you'll have to get used to it. To survive from here on out, you'll need to keep killing monsters."
"...I know that, okay?"
"Oh? Smart girl. You said that hoping for praise, right?"
"N-no! Wait! Hn, haa... Chuup, you pervert... Gulp."
See? She's the one asking for it. My instincts were spot on.
After a couple of battles, Elis declared she was done with it and would fight on her own initiative. When I cheered her on from behind, she spun in circles to prove her point. Elis... what a scary girl. She turned into a human blender, massacring the kobolds.
After letting a few kobolds land hits on her a couple times, she'd apparently realized that if she didn't want to die, she had to kill. With her newfound resolve, she swept through the battlefield like a true warrior. It was impressive progress—I felt proud just watching.
"How was that? Pretty good, right? So no more orders from now on. It makes me dizzy forcing it."
"Huh? Asking if it was good means you want to praise me, right?"
"What?! No, that's not—Eut, haa... Schluurp!"
Once again, I happily rewarded my slave, and she showed her gratitude with unwavering loyalty. A fine master-slave relationship.
"Hey, it says to raise my stats? What should I raise?"
"Hold on a sec."
But once reward time ended, Elis asked me about her stats. Curious, I opened her status window and saw a notification: You can raise stats.
Her status had no level, so I'd wondered how stats worked. Turns out, accumulating certain experience points granted stat-up opportunities. Still, they could've given a heads-up or made it visible in the status window.
What an unfriendly world.
"You'll be swinging that axe nonstop, so alternate between stamina and strength for now."
"Got it."
I told Elis that much, then invested my own points in magic power. There were plenty of skills that ran on holy power as a substitute, but magic power was still a stat you couldn't neglect. Observe used it too, and there was no guarantee more such skills wouldn't appear.
"Yaaah!"
-Kieeeek!
-Kiyooooot!
After that, Elis hunted relentlessly until sunset. She cut down every kobold she spotted, piling up experience. Now she grabbed her axe and charged before I even said a word.
Catch monsters, raise stats.
Grow stronger, catch more monsters.
Raise stats again.
She was hooked on the core loop of RPGs—the thrill of that grind—for the first time in her life. She'd screamed in terror at first, but now she was loving every minute. Made sense; you could feel yourself getting stronger right away.
Plus, with me around, she knew she'd never die. I'd heal her, step in if needed—I was her reliable safety net, letting her dive fully into the hunt.
"Wha... I... I job-changed?"
"...Oh?"
And as a result, Elis had changed classes.
A notification popped up for me too when she job-changed. Since she was my slave, I got the info as her owner. Makes sense—no secrets between master and slave.
Bonus stats to stamina and strength, a berserker-perfect Blood Rage skill, and a buff from my praise? Elis's class-up was perfection. Raising her felt rewarding.
My own class stayed the same. Probably because Master was already so unique and overpowered, I hadn't expected much anyway.
"Berserker... Doesn't that mean crazy warrior? Kinda lame."
"But you're fine with 'Slave'?"
"Th-that's the worst part!"
Elis grumbled about the class name but beamed when praise gave her the buff and she felt her strength surge. She was already turning into a min-maxer. Kinda sad.
Looks come first...
As the sun set, I pulled a tent from my inventory and set it up. I took out some packed lunches for us to eat, then stored the empty containers back. Just avoiding any hassle from the smell.
She stared at me in wonder as I pulled items from thin air and put them away, but flinched and looked aside when our eyes met. Then she took a deep breath and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Um... I have a question. What do you plan to do with me...? I figured you'd, y'know, do that right away, but you only kissed me, made me hunt all day, fed me... I don't get it."
Guess my restraint had her curious. She'd assumed from the start she'd get raped as a slave, and she eyed me cautiously as she spoke.
But I never said I wouldn't. Why bother with the virginity check? I was just waiting for the right moment, but Elis was misunderstanding on her own. Stockholm syndrome already? Acting like I wasn't a total bastard.
Sorry, but I'd accidentally given her false hope. Time to shatter those illusions.
"Aw, disappointed I haven't done it yet?"
"Wh-what?! No! Absolutely not!"
"I'm a welfare-focused master, see? Here, I'll give you what you want."
"N-no! Eek, stop! I said no!"
I dropped my pants and underwear in front of her, grabbed her resisting head, and forced it toward my cock. She made weird noises trying to pull away, but froze in place when I ordered her to stay still.
"Elis, seems you've got the wrong idea. I made you my slave to fuck you, plain and simple. Of course I planned to rape you. You're hot as hell. And you're some famous celebrity everyone knows, right? Fucking a girl like that's been my dream."
I corrected her misunderstanding like that, pried open her mouth, and shoved my cock inside. The sticky warmth of her oral mucosa felt amazing.
"Now, pretend it's ice cream and lick. Do a good job, and I won't fuck you tonight."
With another command, Elis started awkwardly licking my cock with tentative tongue movements. Unsatisfied, I forced her head down, ramming it into her throat. With my free hand, I pulled out my smartphone from inventory and recorded her first blowjob.
"Guh, guhk... You trash bastard... Hn, slurp, ha... Hic."
"Watch that mouth. Want me to fuck you?"
On screen, tears of betrayal streamed down her face. But she couldn't disobey my orders. A tough girl crying while sucking me off—I savored my slave's allure, kept filming, and finally captured the money shot as I came in her mouth.