Dividing the Slaves
Stupid bitches. I warned them over and over, yet the first thing they do is try to escape? This is exactly why you can never be too nice to slave girls.
Through our shared senses, I saw everything they saw and heard every word they spoke. I let out a small sigh.
I had wondered what the slaves would say once I was gone. Surely they wouldn’t be foolish enough to attempt an escape or do anything reckless?
That was what I had believed at first. I was wrong.
Just as I feared, the slaves chose the worst possible option.
I had laid a trap: anyone who tried to break free from me would be overwhelmed by unbearable pleasure. Becky, the first to speak, was the ringleader. She collapsed where she stood, face twisted in an ahegao of ecstasy, body shaking violently.
Having witnessed the entire scene through Kate’s eyes and ears, I clicked my tongue while gazing at the distant crowd gathered for academy registration.
If I just order the slaves to wait early tomorrow morning, there’s no reason for me to suffer. I’m the master, after all.
With that thought, I resolved to punish them. I would leave their minds fully conscious while their bodies remained completely paralyzed. Until they broke and submitted on their own, I would treat them like puppets. Only then would they learn the true value of having a will of their own.
Will. In truth, I would love to erase their personalities entirely, but I have a reason for leaving them intact.
From experience, no matter how precise my commands are, there is a limit to controlling multiple people at once. In truly desperate, split-second moments, their own instincts often make better decisions than my orders. Having survived countless battles where life and death were decided in one second or less, I wanted to preserve what people call personality or self-awareness.
But right now, the carrot had to be replaced by the whip. It was time for strict training. These girls still didn’t fully understand their place. They needed to be broken until they recognized themselves as nothing more than slaves.
There was only one way to do it: divide them.
When slaves cooperate, they inevitably plot together to escape their status. But if I twisted their relationships into rivalry, envy, and jealousy? I reconsidered my approach and began forming a concrete plan.
History had already proven an effective method. A ruler with absolute power who avoids all responsibility while claiming every privilege.
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“Ah… aahng… mmmh… heuuung… hehe… heh… heee…”
Becky, the mage, had lost half her mind to the violent pleasure. The other slaves worked together to lift her limp body and lay her on the bed.
Even after time passed, Becky showed no signs of recovering. If Divine saw her like this, there was no telling what he might do.
Knock, knock.
In the midst of the heavy silence broken only by Becky’s moans, someone rapped on the door.
The three women froze. Divine wouldn’t bother knocking.
“Open the door.”
But the voice beyond the wood was unmistakably his. After exchanging nervous glances, Arona cautiously approached and opened it.
Divine stood there holding a large paper box with both arms. The savory aroma of fresh food immediately filled the room.
He stepped inside and set the box on the table. Inside were luxurious dishes, freshly prepared. The slaves’ heads turned automatically. As if on cue, their stomachs growled in unison.
It was only natural. Even if their personalities had been suppressed, their bodies still craved sustenance. Delicious food, in particular.
Divine watched their reaction for a moment, then activated Slave Domination once more. This time he kept their minds clear while rendering their bodies completely immobile.
The moment he used the skill without warning, the slaves’ bodies stiffened. Even Becky’s moans were cut off.
“Would you look at that? I set it so that any attempt to escape or harbor disloyal thoughts would send you into heat, and you still fell for it?”
Divine washed up quickly, then unpacked the food he had brought onto the round table. The dishes were rich, oily, and full of meat, the kind that satisfied every chew. He had even brought wine to ease their fatigue.
Steak and wine! I want it.
Oppa! I’m so, so hungry. Please, can I have some food? Please?
That looks delicious. I’d love even just a glass of wine.
Hungry. I’m so, so hungry… sob…!
Divine looked at the four slave girls staring at him with bright, desperate eyes.
“That’s right. There’s far too much food here for me to eat alone. Let’s see… there was one slave who wasn’t completely terrible, wasn’t there?”
All four were slaves. But what if he elevated one of them to oversee the rest? What if he gave that one special treatment right in front of the others?
The dynamic would shift from four slaves versus Divine to three slaves versus one favored slave. The three would resent the one receiving privileges while they suffered. That resentment would naturally turn toward the favored slave rather than the master. All Divine had to do was watch and adjust the balance.
“Priestess. Liris. You still had a little conscience left, didn’t you? When the others shamelessly suggested escape, you at least said you were sorry.”
Divine spoke as he restored Liris’s personality.
“Ah… ah!”
“You may eat freely. You’re hungry, aren’t you? I grant you the right to sit here and enjoy this meal with me.”
Liris’s eyes widened in shock. Once she confirmed her body would obey her, she glanced nervously at the other three slaves.
“What? Are you worried about eating alone?”
“N-no… I just…”
Like a timid herbivore, Liris shifted her anxious gaze across the faces of the three frozen slaves.
“From now on, you will manage Kate, Arona, and Becky. When I am absent, you are their master.”
“M-me…?”
“That’s right. That’s why I’m giving you food. You’re eating at the same table as me, after all. Right now those three have no personalities. I turned them into living dolls as punishment, so eat without worry. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
“Ah… aah… y-yes!”
After one final glance at the three slaves who still wore blank expressions, Liris seemed to relax. She hurried to the table, sat down, and picked up a fork and knife.
As expected. I knew Liris would fall for it immediately.
In truth, Divine had spoken only half the truth. On the surface they were dolls obeying like slaves, but their inner selves remained fully conscious. The three slaves were hearing every word of Liris’s betrayal. A small crack had already formed between the four of them.
“Th-thank you for the meal!”
Starving beyond reason, Liris reached for the steak first.
“Liris. I permitted you to eat, but you are still my slave. When you address me, you will call me Master. If you forget, I will turn you back into the same kind of doll as them.”
He could grant her power, but he could not blur the line between master and slave. Spoil them too much, and slaves would grow arrogant.
“Ah… y-yes… Master…”
At the sharp warning, Liris bowed politely and stole a glance at Divine’s expression.
“If you understand, then eat. Don’t worry about my mood.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you for the meal…”
When Divine bit into the warm bread, Liris, who had been watching him carefully, finally began to eat. She tried not to devour everything in a frenzy, mindful of his temper, and maintained as much dignity as she could.
After a few moments, Divine glanced at the slaves still sitting motionless.
Their eyes were alive, staring in this direction, yet they could not move. Still, he could sense it. Rage burned within those eyes.
The anger was not directed at him so much as at Liris, who had betrayed them while enjoying this feast. But this was not enough.
“Liris, I know your personality. After you abandoned me, you must have suffered. From what I can tell, you went through every hardship imaginable. They pushed all the chores onto you, didn’t they?”
Liris flinched.
She had always been timid. She stuttered when she spoke and shrank back at the slightest hint of anger. Knowing this, Divine deliberately touched her sore spot.
As expected, she reacted immediately. His hypothesis that she had been forced to handle all the trivial tasks until her personality was removed was now confirmed.
“Yes, I know you. Even when I was handling all the odd jobs, you tried to help me, didn’t you? That’s why I want to give you the chance to manage those three dolls over there instead of remaining a mere slave. How about it? Don’t you want to repay them for what they did to you?”
Tears welled in Liris’s eyes. Her pure, fragile expression twisted into something venomous, like a woman whose heart had been consumed by revenge the moment she realized she had been handed a blade.
“If you obey me as your Master, I will allow you to treat those three as your own slaves. However… if you betray me, you already know what will happen. You will become the lowest slave, and those three will torment you in turn.”
The moment she heard those words, Liris gripped her fork and knife tightly, her body trembling.
“I will never… never betray you… So please… allow me to keep my personality… and let me treat those bitches like slaves!”
With that firm resolve, Liris’s eyes flashed. At that exact moment, a status window only visible to Divine appeared.
Slave Liris has accepted you as her Master.
Slave Kate feels betrayed upon hearing Liris’s words.
Slave Becky feels dumbfounded upon hearing Liris’s words.
Slave Arona feels irritated upon hearing Liris’s words.