Chapter 307: The Reckoning (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 307: The Reckoning (2)
Amidst the great commotion, Narsha’s dark history somehow came to an end.
No one felt sorry for her; they only envied her. The stares felt awkward, but Narsha didn’t entirely dislike them.
After all, the one who had been crying out in pleasure was undeniably the ‘current Narsha.’ Her true self had broken through even Mirabelle’s magic to reveal its presence. She had enjoyed herself, thoroughly and completely.
Of course, the way the members of the merchant group saw her would change.
From her running around the mansion in a naked apron, to the maid Betty who had witnessed their lovemaking up close.
The rumor had already spread through the grapevine.
The dignity and image Narsha had built up would be tarnished, but she didn’t much care. The pride she felt in having served Karami was far greater.
She had fulfilled her duty as a slave, what more was needed? To have served her master with this body was an undeserved happiness for a slave.
She wouldn’t even complain if her master decided to enjoy that video for years to come.
Of course, that was limited to Karami.
She had no intention of letting the other slaves see it.
“Shall we move on to the next person?”
“Let’s. Mirabelle?”
“Yes.”
The next dark history Mirabelle was about to reveal belonged to Elize.
Under the spell, Elize had prayed to God every night for those few short days.
Please, take Karami away.
Please, keep him by my side forever and never let him go.
It was a tremendous relief that God hadn't taken him.
If He had, the moment the spell wore off, Elize would have driven a stake through her own heart and died.
But that wasn’t the case before, so she had challenged Karami with all her might and had to pay the price dearly.
Yuri.
The most precious child in Elize’s entire life. She had poured infinite affection into him, only to have him taken away again.
That sense of loss was replaced by rage, which she unleashed upon Karami. She had committed the unforgivable act of raising a hand against him.
Though it wasn’t her own intention, the fact remained that Elize had done it.
Elize lowered her head.
“I’m… sorry.”
“It’s fine. An Elize who begs me to get her pregnant while looking at me with contempt was pretty hot.”
He had done something to deserve being hit, and he had intended to be hit from the start. It had all gone according to Karami’s plan, so he didn’t mind one bit.
If anything, it was Elize who was left with lingering regrets.
As she watched Elize’s video, Alfia asked the question on everyone’s mind.
“So, you’re saying that little kid is the son who’ll be born between you and Elize?”
“You could see it that way.”
“That’s strange…?”
“What is?”
“Well, we cast a spell, didn’t we? A spell to only give birth to daughters.”
“…?”
This was news to Karami.
Karami only took women as slaves. Worried they might be abandoned if they gave birth to a son, the slaves had asked Mirabelle to cast a spell that would ensure they only had daughters.
Therefore, it should have been impossible for Elize to give birth to a son named Yuri.
As the slaves tilted their heads in confusion…
“Who gave you permission to cast such a spell?”
Karami’s stern voice echoed, low and heavy against the floor.
“Well~ We were worried you might not like a baby boy.”
Karami sighed.
The slaves flinched.
From ancient times, in both the East and the West, sons were prioritized over daughters.
They provided labor and fighting power. And they could carry on the family name and preserve the clan.
Of course, in modern times, the trend was shifting, with more people wanting daughters—fathers who were crazy about their daughters rather than their sons. Karami, too, would prefer a daughter if he could only have one.
But that was only if he had one.
He had no idea how many children he would have, but he certainly didn't want all of them to be daughters. After all, fathers and daughters tend to have a bit more distance than mothers and daughters.
A son who would take his side.
He wanted to play with a son who looked like him.
“Undo it. The spell.”
“But…”
“What kind of slave in this world dares to decide the gender of a child to be born without the master’s permission? I will not accept such a presumptuous act. Dispel it at once.”
“You won’t hate us if we have a son?” Alfia asked, watching his expression carefully.
A headache was coming on for Karami.
“That will never happen. I promise you, as your master.”
“Hmm…”
If Karami was going to go that far, the slaves saw no reason to insist on the spell.
Mirabelle undid the magic she had cast on each of them, one by one.
“Well, Rin was planning to give birth to the master from the start, anyway.”
“I’m a witch, so I can only have daughters regardless.”
“I, too, believe the heir must be a son…”
“Yuri…”
Elize let out a sigh of relief.
Now that she could have a son, she could be reunited with Yuri.
No one had any complaints about this decision. With Karami’s guarantee, they could now give birth without worrying about the gender.
But before that, there was something they needed to clear up.
“So, you’ll make our sons slaves too, right?”
“…Why would I have to make my own son a slave? And what do you mean, ‘sons too’? I have no intention of making my daughters slaves, either.”
“What? That’s not fair!”
“Excuse me?”
“All the other kids get to be slaves, but my daughter can’t? This is discrimination!”
“What are you talking about…”
At Alfia’s protest, the other slaves chimed in with cries of ‘Hear, hear!’
“We’ll compromise, so you have to meet us halfway. Sons are fine. But you have to make our daughters slaves.”
“……”
Their expressions made it clear they wouldn’t back down unless he yielded.
“You know, don’t you? The other person’s will is my top priority. If the child to be born refuses, I will not make them a slave. And even if they become a slave, I will free them anytime they wish.”
“Fine. You’ll prioritize the child’s choice. I can accept those terms.”
In that moment, Karami made a vow.
He would never, ever let his daughters become slaves. He would teach them himself before they could instill any strange ideas.
Karami cleared his throat.
“We’ve seen almost everything. Let’s move on to the last one.”
*
In terms of sheer humiliation, Alfia’s dark history was number one.
Wearing a dog collar and being walked like a pet.
Lifting her leg and urinating outdoors while someone watched.
These were acts that could have destroyed a person’s humanity, yet Alfia was neither embarrassed nor ashamed.
In fact, she held her head high, leaving Elize dumbfounded.
“Have you no shame?”
“Not really? I’d always wanted to try it. Taking walks is normal in Vestia, isn’t it? We should embrace good cultures.”
“Even so, urinating outdoors is a bit…”
“It’s fine. No one saw but you. You should try it sometime. It’s incredibly liberating.”
And with that, the screening of the final person came to an end.
It was time for everyone to share their thoughts.
“I don’t think we should do this again in the future…”
“Rin agrees.”
“Me too.”
“Yeah…”
The slaves, who had been so confident before it all began, answered weakly.
Now that the spell was gone and their affection levels had dropped, they couldn’t muster the courage to overcome it.
It was a relief that Karami had enjoyed it, but the guilt still lingered. They felt like their hearts wouldn’t be able to take it if they did it again.
If their master wanted to do it again, they would have no choice, but he had no intention of forcing the slaves to do something they disliked.
So, this was the end of the hate potion.
“I’m hungry, let’s go get something to eat. Everything else was fine, but eating alone was lonely.”
“Shall we?”
“Master, you don’t really hate us, do you?”
“Do I seem that untrustworthy?”
“N-No, of course not. It’s just…”
They all had a similar reaction to Mirabelle, worried that this incident might have made Karami hate them.
Even though he had said it was fine, a hint of anxiety still seeped from the slaves.
“I suppose it can’t be helped. To foster some camaraderie, let’s all sleep together tonight for a change.”
It wasn’t his scheduled night, but there was nothing like a group sleepover to resolve relationship issues.
Vitality returned to the slaves’ faces.
*
Snnniff.
Hooooo.
Snnnnniiiiiiiff.
Hoooooooooooo.
“M-Master. It tickles when you breathe like that…”
“Should I stop?”
“…You’re such a tease.”
Dinner was over, and there was some time to spare. It was still far too early to sleep.
Excited about the rare group night, the slaves had all excused themselves, saying they had things to prepare.
Thanks to that, I was able to have some quality time alone with Mirabelle.
A lap pillow from Mirabelle.
I lay down vertically, not horizontally, and buried my face between her thighs.
Soft and squishy.
Smooth and supple.
Her sweet scent felt like it extended my lifespan with every breath. I inhaled my fill until my nose went numb.
I hadn’t been able to play with Mirabelle much lately. I planned to get my fill of the Mirabelle-component I had been missing.
After sniffing her scent for a long while, when I had inhaled every last bit of it and there was no smell left, I turned over and rested my head on her lap.
My eyes met Mirabelle’s as she looked down at me. She gave me a soft, gentle smile.
Looking at that smile, a question suddenly popped into my head.
“It’s a bit late to ask, but do you really like being a slave that much? There are plenty of ways to be with me without being a slave.”
“There you go again. As long as we obey our master’s commands, we slaves can live happily without a single worry. For us, who couldn’t even guarantee tomorrow, let alone the future, it’s a salvation.”
“Hmm.”
Let’s think about it without getting hung up on the master-slave dynamic.
What if a beautiful, busty, rich older woman said to me, ‘Just bring yourself. I’ll take care of your future, so you just have to shake your hips well.’
‘Fucking great.’
I understood in an instant.
“If it’s that great, I’d like to try living a life like that too. A life without worrying about the future.”
Of course, I’d hate being a slave.
Mirabelle stared into my eyes.
Then, as if she’d realized something, she beamed.
“I understand perfectly what you mean, Master! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it perfectly.”
…Take care of what.
What is there to take care of?
You could have just taken the sentence at face value. What was there to understand, and what was there to take care of?
Every time I hear someone say they ‘understand perfectly,’ I get worried.
Because every time someone says that, they cause some kind of trouble.
Well, Mirabelle isn’t Rin, so it should be fine.
The next morning.
I had spent a blissful night in bed, surrounded by my cute slaves.
And when I opened my eyes, I was inside a cage with iron bars.
“…What is this.”
And to top it all off, I had been turned into a woman.