My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“Oh, that is right. You’ve reminded me why I came down here. I wish to give you a little lesson.” The lioness suddenly announced.

“A lesson?” I asked, trying my best to keep my temper.

I couldn’t let her goad me, but there was a chance she’d leek things about King Roth. I needed to keep my ears open and learn more about them. It was so I could obtain victory. That was all.

“While your love for your women is admirable. It’s also a complete weakness.”

“I’d say it’s my strength.”

“How can that be?” She laughed, giving me a strange look. “If you allow yourself to get so emotional with every girl, then you can easily be controlled. A harem is like a living being, and each girl is like a part of the body. If you obsess about protecting every part, then trapping you becomes all too easy.”

In a world where magic could restore limbs, and for those who couldn’t find someone who could do that, magical limb replacements also existed. I supposed the idea of lopping off a limb to survive was easy. I had done it myself, although I couldn’t say I’d ever want to again. As I pondered her words, it appeared like she wasn’t done.

“Every part has a purpose, and it is up to you to assign that purpose. You are the brain of the harem, but if you think that is all that is needed for the body to work, then you are mistaken. You may take care of the big things… you decide the direction, the timing, and the movements. However, you couldn’t possibly handle every little thing. Just think about it. How far would you get if you had to spend every moment thinking about breathing? Or if you had to control every muscle? It’s not possible.

“Harems need a hierarchy, a leader, a woman in charge who handles all of the things her man doesn’t have time to handle. There are ranks in a harem, an order. There are those at the top, like me, and then there are the enforcers, like my lionesses… and then there is the meat at the bottom, delivered for my lord to eat up.”

I tensed at that word. She had called Astria meat. I had a feeling that in her hierarchy, everyone who wasn’t a lioness was below them.

“Every woman I love is special…” I shot back, my voice still more defensive than I would have liked.

She showed her teeth once again. “Not every woman can be the queen. At some point, you have to decide. Without it, there is tension. The parts won’t work together. They’ll fight and eventually, they’d break. If you don’t have a queen to keep your harem in line, then your harem is bound for failure. It will tear itself apart from the inside. That’s all I wanted to say.”

I hated that her words had a certain sense to them. Ever since I had left and the slave bonds were cut, the girls hadn’t been quite the same. Miki was depressed and isolated herself, Shao remained aloof and distant, and Celeste stayed with her mom. When I did bring everyone together, they often disagreed on things, and might even argue.

I had only realized it a little at the time, but Lydia had always been the glue that kept everyone together. I didn’t know what she did, but she had always acted as the leader, guiding the other girls forward without me needing to be there. However, I didn’t know what happened to her, and I was only hoping the catgirl of doom was Lydia. Was that why the lioness came here? Was she here to finish the job? After considering everything, I could only pretend her words didn’t affect me.

“We’ll see about that,” I responded simply.

She reached up to her face and moved her fingers across it, demonstrating a claw mark. “Let my mark remind you then. Perhaps we’ll meet again before my lord ends you, Deek Deekson.”

With that, she turned and walked away, her tail swishing as she left.

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