Chapter 148 - The Birth of the Maou Castle! (2)
“Ah, come to think of it, Master.”
“Yeah? What?”
“Chup, smack♡ slurp♡ mm...♡ haa...♡”
After the party celebrating the grand reopening of the building and shops.
On the massive bed—three or four king-size ones pushed together—that I'd been so looking forward to, my bitches were now licking my horse cock in relaxed positions, unlike before.
Ha... this is just too fucking good.
A spacious, awesome house.
My bitches serving me.
Business kicking off tomorrow in this happy setup.
And this bed. Worth every penny.
It's low to the ground because of its size, but so damn comfortable I could just drift off while they service me like this.
“What do you think of making dorms for my Beast's slaves on the seventh floor? Let them live there?”
“...Beast's slaves?”
“Smack...♡ That's what we're calling your employees, Master. We decided on it while you were doing the paperwork.”
What... the fuck?
Slaves? No way.
Isn't that a bit much?
They're just employees...?
Sure, things got a little out of hand and we fucked a few times, but still—calling women who aren't even my bitches “slaves”?
“Slaves is kinda harsh... You didn't force them or anything, right?”
“As if♡ They were all thrilled about it, actually. Don't believe me? Just ask them tomorrow♡”
Her expression didn't look like she was lying...
But thrilled to be called slaves? Are they hooked on my horse cock or something? Even so, it was just once each...
Hmm. Can't wrap my head around it.
“Anyway... you mentioned dorms? On the seventh floor?”
“Yeah. Our slaves... their situations aren't great, right? They all live near the slums by the south wall or in crumbling shacks.”
Oh shit. Didn't think of that.
If they're struggling just to eat, I should've considered where they live.
...Excluding the first floor, which I'm already using for that, I planned to rent out floors three through seven to whatever shops wanted in...
One floor won't hurt.
The basement's just a tiny storage anyway, so that's out.
Hmm... yeah. They're sticking around to work for me—gotta take care of employee welfare.
“Sounds good. Should've knocked down walls on the seventh for remodeling if I'd known.”
“Knocking down walls up to the seventh could make the building unstable. There are six offices on the seventh—let them use one and it'll be plenty.”
True. Punching holes in solid walls isn't simple.
From what I saw touring those offices, they had everything needed. Fine for just sleeping—maybe add a washer and shower...
Since it's come up, better handle it quick.
“Eight people. One office enough?”
“Nine~. Sally mentioned a little sister—she's bringing her soon.”
“The seventh-floor offices are big enough for fifteen or so. No private rooms, but they'll love it.”
Sally's basically the Horse Hof manager, so one or two family members is fine...
...Wait. Why does Lizbet's “bringing her” sound so ominous?
“Liz. Sally's little sister working at our bar too?”
“Yeah. Back when Sally was dragged off for debt, she hid her kid sister, who was still young. Now the debt's gone and she's working for Master, she wants her sister here too.”
“She was doing part-time gigs under Viper's Fang's radar after she was old enough. Told her to wrap up handover and come straight here, so she'll arrive around when the dorms are ready.”
“...How old?”
“Twenty~.”
Phew. Good.
Thought it was a minor for the bar.
Sure, I've felt some weird anxiety from my bitches lately, but no way they'd put a kid to work in a bar.
Essentia considers 16 adults, but not my bar. Under 19? No dice. Makes me uneasy.
Guess my anxiety was baseless... Relieved.
Of course. Even with the recent vibes, my bitches wouldn't cross that line.
“Good. That's a relief...”
“Sally said she's offering her to Master too, so give her a warm welcome when she arrives~♡”
“Heehee♡ Our family's already growing♡”
...What... the fuck?
No, hold up. What did I just hear?
“Oh, that reminds me since you said new family, Master. You proposed to Lianna while delivering her gift, right?”
“Uh, y-yeah.”
The day remodeling started.
Delivering gifts to Lianna and Sera, I begged Lianna not to quit and move to my first floor.
She's a master at my exact taste in sexy clothes—perfect for outfitting my bitches.
Her situation was tricky, so I offered killer terms. She asked for time to think...
No, that's not the point.
“Hmm... If she's still thinking, maybe make her one of Master's bitches while we're at it...”
“Oh! Perfect! I was gonna commission clothes from her anyway!”
“Right? I want a new outfit too... Yeah. Perfect timing♡”
The real issue is this growing anxiety from my bitches...
“She seems pretty into Master, but won't fully commit... What should we do?”
“Make her a slave? Saves time.”
“Hmm... Master's so fond of her... Slave feels like a waste?”
Lately, day by day, it feels like my bitches are slipping my control... this weird vibe.
“Then we need to create the situation. Like, just Master and her alone?”
“Yeah. Now we have a stable base. If we nudge her a bit...”
No. Not slipping control...
More like they're trying to manipulate me into what they want.
...When did this start?
This sense of dissonance?
“Sounds good♡ Things are progressing fast all around♡”
“Heehee. Gotta stock up on bitches quick♡ Spent a ton on remodeling—snag experienced ones first♡”
My bitches giggling happily, gripping my horse cock.
Until recently, they'd sneak around plotting while watching my reactions...
But since the building, these two are hyper, chattering openly in front of me.
Not even considering my opinion or mood...
“Master. What do you think? We'll help, so make Lianna your bitch too♡”
“We'll handle it♡ Master just enjoy♡”
Just enjoy?
...No. Hell no.
I'm glad they're eager to help, but this crosses the line.
At some point, my bitches stopped following my will.
They're making my will for me.
Adorable as they are...
Yeah. As their master, time to correct bad behavior.
“Liz. Clea.”
“...Huh? Master?”
“...Wh-what...? M-Master...?”
I pulled back, reclaiming my horse cock from their hands, then narrowed my eyes—demon eyes showing horizontal slits—and stared them down.
Sensing my vibe, Lizbet and Clea's faces hardened.
...Hard to see my bitches like that...
But I have to make it clear.
“...Why are you offering me bitches I didn't even ask for?”
Fear crept into Lizbet's face; shock into Clea's demon eyes.
“Ignoring your master... You done submitting to my rule?”
Hiding my slight guilt, I unleashed my anger and irritation as their master.
Before they could respond, like they'd rehearsed, they slammed their foreheads to the bed in perfect sync...
““We're sorry!!! Master!!!””
For the first time, terrified apologies burst from my bitches.