The Slaves Finally Get to Eat Chicken
Kael looked down at the four new slaves who kept muttering the word “chicken” like a mantra. It was time to reward Clara Belian, Rosalie Crebin, Amelia Lasenti, and Katrina Forel for carrying out their duties.
“All right. You’ve performed your slave tasks well, so I’ll give you a proper reward.”
Kael opened the Shop Window and purchased two whole chickens along with a two-liter bottle of cola.
8 points deducted. Current points: 10,226
4 points deducted. Current points: 10,222
A box containing ten pieces of golden fried chicken and a chilled bottle of cola materialized on the desk. The rich, savory aroma flooded the office. The crispy batter gleamed with a perfect golden sheen, while the salty seasoning and fragrant meat juices teased their senses. It was the same scent they had encountered in the cafeteria—only this time the chicken was real, not an illusion conjured by magic.
Clara’s breathing grew ragged as she lifted her head to stare at the box. Her sky-blue eyes reflected nothing but the chicken. The food she had only seen in videos, the scent she had only known from afar, now existed right in front of her. It was real.
The piercing aroma made her stagger to her feet. Still completely naked, she approached the desk. Rosalie, Amelia, and Katrina followed. Ignoring the semen and streaks of blood running down their thighs, their breasts swaying heavily, they moved as if hypnotized by the irresistible fragrance.
“Eat as much as you want.”
At Kael’s command, Clara reached out first and picked up a golden drumstick. The crisp texture met her fingertips.
“It’s… chicken…”
The realization that she was truly holding chicken in her hand sent an indescribable wave of emotion through her. She brought the drumstick to her lips. The moment she bit down, the crispy coating shattered with a satisfying crunch. Savory oil flooded her mouth, followed by the tender, juicy meat that seemed to melt on her tongue. The refined flavor—born from modern breeding and farming techniques—made her sky-blue eyes fly wide with shock.
“This… this is chicken?”
Clara murmured in disbelief, then began tearing into the meat with frantic abandon.
“Mmph! Crunch! Mmph!”
Her eating was far too desperate to belong to a noble young lady, yet she could no longer restrain her appetite. Any sense of noble dignity had been discarded the moment she became a slave.
“Those words were all true! It’s so delicious, Master!”
Points +1, Experience +1. Current points: 10,227. Experience: 617/1000
The evaluation she had seen in the video—Professor Broad, Ring, Ming, and Serenity’s reactions—had not been lies. Rosalie, who had picked up a wing, bit into it with shining amethyst eyes. The combination of chewy skin, tender meat, and perfectly balanced seasoning convinced her that every word from the video had been true.
“It really was…! Everything they said was true! It’s so good! Hic…!”
Points +1, Experience +1. Current points: 10,228. Experience: 618/1000
Amelia tore into a breast piece, lost in ecstasy. The chicken breast she remembered had always been dry and flavorless, but this was completely different—juicy, tender, and bursting with flavor. She smiled as the chicken filled the hunger that even an entire pizza had failed to satisfy. Katrina was the same. Her face glowed with pure happiness and deep emotion while she devoured a drumstick. The four of them kept sighing in wonder as they continued eating.
The cola that followed washed away the rich oil of the chicken with refreshing sweetness, creating a perfect pairing. Points and experience kept rising steadily.
“Lord Kael, were we like that too?” Ring asked with a shy smile. She naturally pressed her body against his side, and Kael smiled at her scent and the soft warmth of her curves.
“Yes, you were. Even so, the sight of all of you eating still looks delicious—then and now.”
“Hehe~ Exactly! Lord Kael, we’re as tasty as the chicken, right?” Ming laughed brightly and rubbed her cheek against his arm like an eager puppy begging for praise.
Serenity smiled as she watched them. She was remembering the happiness she had felt when she first tasted chicken. Having shared an entire pizza among the four of them earlier, their stomachs were full; they could eat no more. Her deep green eyes held nothing but perfect, unwavering loyalty toward Kael.
“You’re all eating so well. Clara, Rosalie, Amelia, Katrina—do you think becoming my slaves was the right choice?”
At his question the four nodded in perfect unison and answered as one.
“Yes, Master!”
Their faces as they savored the chicken and cola overflowed with happiness and devotion. Perhaps because they had been starved for so long, even after a full pizza each, half a chicken apiece still wasn’t enough.
“I can give you more chicken… but we’ll need to change locations. Lucia, these girls have gotten quite dirty. Clean them up first.”
“Yes, Lord Kael.”
Professor Lucia cast a Clean spell, instantly purifying the four women. Semen, blood, and sweat vanished, leaving their porcelain skin sparkling once more. The stains on the floor disappeared as well.
“Well done, Lucia.”
Kael patted Professor Lucia’s rear in praise. She accepted the touch with a pleased smile.
Kael opened the Shop Window again and purchased white short-sleeved crop tops and short denim skirts for the four new slaves.
16 points deducted. Current points: 10,218
Four sets of clothing appeared on the desk—the uniform worn by every woman who belonged to Kael.
“Put them on.”
“Yes, Master.”
Without hesitation the four took the clothes. Having already sealed their loyalty through sex, pizza, and now chicken, the eyes they turned on Kael were those of girls helplessly in love. They dressed while stealing shy glances at him.
When Clara slipped into the white crop top, it beautifully framed her full breasts and the faint lines of her toned abs. Kael admired her inwardly. Even with abs from all that training, she still looks the most pure and delicate of them all.
He slid his hand beneath the tight denim skirt. As expected, she wore no panties; his palm met the smooth, bare curve of her ass.
“Master…”
Clara blushed and lowered her head. The skirt was tight enough that there was no fear of it flaring up. Even if she ran at full speed, nothing underneath would be exposed. Yet precisely because of that, the bare emptiness beneath felt even more vivid.
Rosalie, Amelia, and Katrina finished dressing in their own crop tops and denim skirts, then looked at Kael. Their purple, teal, and blue eyes sparkled with loyalty and bashful desire.
Kael imprinted their place as slaves even deeper.
“Do not wear underwear from now on. You will stay beside me even during class. Since there will be no intense physical activity, focus solely on serving me at my side.”
Clara asked carefully, “Master, will there be any health issues?”
She was worried that going without underwear might cause problems. Professor Lucia smiled and answered for him.
“Don’t worry, Clara. If they are Lord Kael’s slaves, I will heal anything with my magic. Something this simple is easy for a grand mage like me.”
“Yes… thank you, Professor.”
Clara nodded in relief. Rosalie, Amelia, and Katrina exhaled in unison, visibly relaxed.
In this way they continued to obey Kael’s every command.
“Professor Broad’s class is about to end. We should head back.”
As he spoke, Kael gave Lucia’s rear another affectionate pat.
“Lucia, I’ll see you later.”
“Yes, Lord Kael. Later I will pleasure you with every inch of my body.”
At her words, the gazes of Clara, Rosalie, Amelia, and Katrina grew feverishly hot. Nor were they alone—Ring, Ming, and Serenity looked at him with the same burning intensity.
Hmm… maybe I should ask Lucia to cast some kind of stamina-enhancing magic.
Though his virility remained strong, Kael felt a slight twinge of concern as he led all seven women back toward the classroom.
The moment Kael opened the door and entered with seven stunning beauties in tow, every remaining student’s eyes locked onto them at once.
“K-Kael Aberwin…”
“Ugh… it’s Kael… Aberwin?”
The students, having endured Professor Broad’s brutal mana-reflux experience class, looked miserable. Their clothes were drenched in sweat and disheveled; a few carried the faint, acrid smell of having lost control from fear and pain. Exhaustion, hunger, and lingering agony weighed heavily on every face. Even Princess Elenora and Irina appeared utterly drained.