The Heroines Who Abandoned Me Became Slaves
The women who threw me away because they found better men than me.
When the time came for them to officially enroll in the academy, I reunited with those same women—now reduced to slaves.
I immediately bought them all and used my power to forge a perfect master-slave relationship.
The personalities and abilities of the women who abandoned me are now entirely within my grasp.
I will use them however I please.
But why the hell are they becoming obsessed with me?
Welcome, Divine.
Your unique authority Absolute Dominion has been activated.
All purchased slaves will be bound by perfect obedience.
Their bodies, minds, and souls now belong to you.
I stared at the blue window floating before my eyes and let out a low chuckle.
Finally. After all the betrayal, the humiliation, the years spent grinding in the shadows, I had obtained the power I needed.
The empire was still recovering from the devastating war. The gender ratio had collapsed so severely that polygamy had become not just accepted, but practically mandatory. Dungeons spawned monsters without warning, and only those with power could protect what was theirs.
And I… I had become the strongest of them all.
“Master, the auction is about to begin.”
A soft, submissive voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see a silver-haired girl with a short bob cut kneeling gracefully beside me. Her once-timid priestess robes had been replaced by the sheer, revealing silks of a pleasure slave. Even though her body had undergone extreme modification inside a tentacle dungeon, she still looked at me with pure, obsessive devotion.
Liris.
My childhood friend. The girl who had once stood by my side before she too was taken by the Seleters family and turned into a slave. Now she was mine—completely, irreversibly.
“Good girl,” I said, reaching down to stroke her hair. She shivered with pleasure at the simple touch, pressing her cheek against my palm like a kitten begging for more.
“Thank you, Juin-nim… This humble slave lives only to serve you,” she whispered in that cute, highly formal tone of hers. Her voice trembled with barely contained ecstasy. “If it pleases you, I will gladly warm your bed tonight as well…”
I smiled. Her obsession had grown even deeper after the modifications. Her belly was already beginning to swell with my child, yet her loyalty only burned hotter.
“Later,” I replied. “First, I have some old debts to collect.”
The auction house was packed with nobles and merchants. On the central stage, several beautiful young women stood in chains, their heads bowed in shame. My eyes narrowed as I recognized them one by one.
The heroines who had abandoned me.
Each of them had tossed me aside the moment they found a man of higher status. They had laughed at me. Humiliated me. Used me as a stepping stone before kicking me away.
Now they were slaves.
And I was about to become their owner.
The auctioneer’s voice rang out across the hall.
“First item! A former academy genius from the fallen Marquis family. Excellent magical aptitude and a body trained for pleasure. Starting bid is two hundred gold!”
I raised my hand without hesitation.
“One thousand gold.”
A stunned silence fell over the room. Even the auctioneer blinked in disbelief. One thousand gold was an absurd sum for a single slave, no matter how talented.
But I didn’t care.
She was the first one who had betrayed me. The one who had sneered and said, “You’re beneath me now.”
Her eyes widened as she finally recognized me. The color drained from her face.
“D-Divine…?” she whispered, voice shaking.
I smiled coldly.
“That’s Master to you now.”
One by one, I bought them all. The heroines who had abandoned me. The women who had laughed at my weakness. Every single one of them became mine.
And with my authority, I would reshape them completely.
Their personalities. Their pride. Their very souls.
I would turn their regret into obsession.
Their hatred into love.
Their betrayal into absolute, dripping submission.
As the final hammer fell on the last purchase, Liris pressed herself against my side, her voluptuous body trembling with excitement. Her silver hair tickled my neck as she whispered sweetly into my ear.
“Juin-nim… all those who hurt you now belong to you. This slave is so happy… so very happy for you.”
Her hand slid down my chest, eyes glazed with lust and devotion.
“Please… use your new toys however you wish. And when you are done breaking them… this worthless slave begs to be broken again tonight.”
I looked out over my new collection of slaves. Their eyes were filled with fear, shame, and the first fragile seeds of something far more dangerous.
Obsession.
Good.
Let them regret.
Let them crave.
Let them break beautifully for me.
Because from this moment on, the heroines who abandoned me would live only to serve their new master.
And I would enjoy every second of their fall.