Chapter 255: Just Deserts
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 255: Just Deserts
The slaves, who had been preparing for a good night’s sleep in their respective rooms, rushed to Karami’s chamber at his summons.
Gathered together, wondering what could be so important in the middle of the night, they found Rin kneeling before the bed.
She’s gone and done it again.
That was everyone’s first thought.
Elize wondered what she was even doing here, while Narsha, judging by her attire, looked as if she’d come fully prepared to catch the Master’s eye.
Elize had wondered if Rin had secretly snuck into the bedroom, but the atmosphere was far too grim for that. She sighed, pressing a hand to her throbbing forehead.
Whatever Rin had done, it must have been serious.
Alfia, unable to contain her curiosity, asked, “What’s going on?”
“Well, I’m not quite sure myself yet. Rin, would you care to explain in your own words?”
As Karami stared her down with a frigid gaze, Rin’s eyes darted away.
“I know what I did was wrong, but honestly, I’m sure everyone here has dreamed of doing it at least once…”
“Are you going to talk or not?”
“…I put the Master to sleep and pounced on him.”
“What do you mean, ‘pounced on him’?”
“Sexually…”
It took a moment for the meaning of her words to sink in. Then, Mirabelle’s jaw dropped, and Alfia’s eyes went wide as a fish’s.
“You horny fox! I had a feeling, but I can’t believe you actually went and did it!”
“It wasn’t recent! It was a long time ago, back in my reckless youth!”
“You’re still reckless…”
Rin glared at Mirabelle for the quiet jab, but she was in no position to criticize anyone. At Karami’s sharp gaze, she immediately whimpered and lowered her head.
“Haaa…”
Karami let out a sigh so heavy it felt like the ground might collapse. Just thinking about it was exhausting.
He didn’t remember it clearly since it had happened so long ago, but looking back, a few things started to make sense. He recalled being unusually tired around that time, and even Iris the unicorn had shot him down.
He’d never imagined Rin would do something like that.
He had simply assumed he was tired because his essence had been drained, or that the body’s original owner had been reckless before he possessed it.
To think there was such an audacious secret hidden away.
“Hmm…”
Karami let out an audible groan.
“Darling, let’s just seal her away in some mountain village. She deserves it.”
“Whyyy!”
“Look at her, she still hasn’t learned her lesson. What kind of slave pounces on her master?”
“You think I don’t know that all of you want to do the same thing? I don’t know about the others, but you have no right to talk!”
Mirabelle flinched, reminded of the recent incident with the numbers.
Alfia also recoiled for a moment before immediately retorting.
“Wanting to do something and actually doing it are two different things!”
“Actually, I’d appreciate it if you denied wanting to do it at all,” Karami muttered, but no one could deny it. An awkward silence followed before Karami slowly pulled the blanket up to his chin and curled into a corner of the bed.
“Could you all please leave? I’d like to be alone.”
“Um, Master? I’m not sure if this is my place to say, but what you’re worried about will never happen. We cannot cause you any harm.”
Without Karami’s permission, it was impossible for them to put him to sleep like they had before.
That was a relief, but he had no idea how to handle the situation. The shock was so great his mind wasn't working properly.
It was a crime, not something he could just brush off as a youthful mistake. But as for punishment, he had no idea what to do. And he couldn’t just kick her out now.
And then there was the slight sense of betrayal.
I’ve been holding myself back this whole time, and she just went and had her fun? Is this what they call all responsibility and no pleasure?
He had abstained for fear that once he started, he’d live the rest of his life in debauchery, unable to control himself. But if this was the case, perhaps he didn’t need to hold back any longer.
Coincidentally, Narsha had just brought up the matter of producing an heir, and hadn’t Rin asked him to help her with her heat?
As Karami was seriously contemplating this, Rin used her magic to send a telepathic message to everyone’s minds.
—Now’s our chance.
—What chance, you horny bitch?
—Can’t you see the Master is torn? If we push him now, we can finally mate with him!
In truth, though they hadn’t acted on it, they all felt the same as Rin.
Karami was a menace.
If he were a beastkin, he would have been a slyer fox than Rin herself.
Not a nine-tailed fox, but an eighteen-tailed one.
He would wag his tail and seduce them at every opportunity, making sexual jokes and touching them, only to stop just short of the final step.
They were women of marrying age before they were slaves. For them, who were bound to follow only him for the rest of their lives, it was enough to drive them mad.
They were genuinely starting to worry they might die as old maids.
—But how can we say it so openly?
—My thoughts exactly.
—Acting all high and mighty while reeking of desperation. If you don’t want to, then don’t. I’ve already been with the Master and took his first time, so I have nothing to lose~
Grind— The sharp sound of teeth clenching could be heard.
But Rin was right.
If they let this moment pass, Rin would gain an overwhelming advantage in this race among slaves.
No matter what gifts they received, what memories they shared, or how close they claimed to be, they could never beat Rin, who had shared her body with their master.
The slaves exchanged determined glances, then nodded in unison.
“Darling, since it’s come to this, let’s just stop holding back and live as we please.”
“Yes, Master. If you’re worried about us, couldn’t you just be with the slaves you desire?”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, yes…”
“Hmm…”
Karami once again fell into deep thought.
“But isn’t it too soon?” Mirabelle interjected.
“Huh?”
“You say ‘the slaves you desire,’ but the others might feel pressured, even unconsciously.”
Mirabelle knew. Even if Karami agreed, she wouldn’t be included.
If she couldn’t have him, no one could.
“You really think so?”
“What do you mean, ‘think so’? Do we look like the type to be forced into something we hate? We swore that you could do as you please with our hearts and bodies. You can treat us like objects.”
“That’s also true.”
“No, Master. You mustn’t give in to temptation. A rumor could spread that you’re keeping sex slaves, and it would ruin your reputation. Everything you’ve built would vanish in an instant.”
“We can’t have that.”
A traitor in their midst.
At this rate, their rare opportunity was about to go up in smoke.
Narsha, the most eloquent among them, stepped forward.
“Master, would you please just tell us your honest feelings? What is it you truly want to do?”
“I want to. Desperately.”
“Then how about a trial run? You already sleep with one of us each night. We can simply do it with the full consent of the slave on duty. If it’s just the two of you, you won’t get swept up in the moment.”
Karami nodded at her plausible suggestion.
Having failed to persuade him, Mirabelle hung her head in defeat, while the faces of the other slaves lit up with joy.
It went without saying, but not a single one of them would refuse.
“So we’re starting tomorrow, right?”
“I suppose we are.”
Alfia, whose turn was tomorrow, was practically beaming with excitement.
“But everyone, don’t get too excited.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve also been holding back for a very, very long time. Longer than you can imagine. Even I don’t know what I might do to you.”
It was the first time Karami had ever spoken like that. The slaves swallowed hard, a nervous tension filling the air.
*
They were gathered again.
The six slaves.
After the previous night’s chaos, they had been summoned as soon as morning broke.
Today’s meeting was being held in Rin’s Dream Garden.
No one could enter without Rin’s permission.
The location was chosen specifically because of the day’s agenda; they were worried a passing Karami might overhear them.
At the garden’s round table, Rin lounged crookedly in her chair, legs and arms crossed defiantly.
“Why come see me so early? Didn’t we say everything we needed to yesterday? If you’re here to thank me, don’t bother. I only helped because I wanted to.”
“Listen to her, talking about thanks. Look how shameless she’s become in such a short time,” Elize scoffed.
“The only one I feel sorry for is the Master. Am I supposed to feel sorry for you, too?”
“Would you like me to make you feel sorry?”
“Go on, try it.”
Rin met Elize’s smile with one of her own. Narsha and Mirabelle sighed in unison. There was never a quiet day.
“Well, chatter all you want. No matter how many fights you try to pick, it won’t change the fact that I was the Master’s first.”
An overwhelming advantage.
The prestige of the first wife.
If one had to name the slave closest to the Master, it would undoubtedly be Rin, and her confidence soared.
The others were furious, but they had no counterargument. They could only grind their teeth and stew in their anger.
“But do you have any proof?”
It was Narsha who finally broke the silence.
“Proof of what?”
“Proof that you slept with the Master. He doesn’t even remember it. How do we know you didn’t just make it up after sleeping with some other man?”
“Are you suggesting I was with a man other than the Master?”
“Then provide proof that you weren’t.”
Rin snorted, as if the suggestion was beneath her.
“Ha. Now you’re resorting to baseless slander? Mirabelle, you have that magic that reveals memories, don’t you? Use it.”
“No.”
Mirabelle refused flatly.
“What?”
“I don’t feel like it.”
“That’s cheap! How could you?”
“Hmm~? What’s this? Could it be you have no proof?” Elize said, a sly smile spreading across her face.
“No proof you were with the Master… Oh my, it seems the only thing that’s certain is that you’re not a virgin anymore, is it?”
“They say men feel a sense of conquest and pleasure when they take a woman’s first time. I guess he won’t be feeling that with you~”
“H-Hey…! Why is everyone suddenly attacking me!”
“Well, who told you to pounce on the Master?”
“It’s just deserts,” Azyeth added, clicking her tongue in disapproval.