Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

I grimace. "I would like to say rush to your rescue but…"

She lets a mocking giggle leave her lips before finishing my sentence. "He will piss and shit himself, stutter and cry like a retard, and not even manage to beg our imaginary rapist to stop. At most he would rush out of the building and perhaps try to ask for help, but most likely he would just faint on the spot after having a nervous breakdown.

Robert is not a bad man at all, but every day I keep wondering 'is it the day when it happens?', knowing that we are powerless to do anything against it. I'm a weak and vulnerable woman, my daughter is a weak and vulnerable woman, and I don't want to spend my whole life scared of every man that steps into our inn.

And since we are on the topic, I'm also severely burned out of running this establishment. I've been doing the exact same routine for more than twenty years by now... My life is so incredibly mundane, and I want something new... Also, lets not even mention his laughable decline in performance in the last decade and nonexistent masculinity, but I don't wish to go there now."

Damn. That's heavy. I'm no certified marriage counselor that's for certain, but it sounds like a clear-cut 'go ahead, get a divorce' to me. My worries that she is only here to scout a young stud lover to replace her loser husband had been alleviated. Her issues are much more than wanting a simple change. I also feel that I've defended this Robert guy more than warranted.

Being concerned for her and her daughter's safety is a completely valid reason for a divorce as far as I'm concerned.

This is a brutal world where strength rules.

Being weak might as well be a sin.

"I see." I nod and then turn to the girl who had been silently listening in on us since we started discussing this topic. "Well, Mavena, I tried. I think your mother's dissatisfaction is understandable. Being a good, kind man is not enough. A family head has to be able to protect his family members first and foremost, and then he can worry about being a loving husband and father.

At least, that's my honest opinion. Of course, it can also work out if the wife is strong instead of the husband, but that's obviously not the case here."

She closes her eyes, shakes her head, and suddenly pushes the chair back, after which rushes out of the room amid hurtful tears. Seeing her mother who nourished her since being a baby until becoming an adult woman badmouth her father must've been a heavy emotional blow, but I think it's best if she faces reality as soon as possible.

"I thank you for the invitation in my daughter's name as well as mine, Quinlan, Hana, Luna, Aurora, and I also sincerely apologize for my Mavena's hasty departure. It was honestly the most pleasant night I had in recent memory, but I think it's for the best if I leave as well so as to not ruin the good atmosphere." Lucille states.

"Alright. We will also try to think of a solution to your problem, so do your best to bear with it for now." I reply and receive a warm smile in response before her form leaves the room as well.

"Married life sure is tough. You girls are certainly lucky to have made the only right choice in men." I quip to lighten the mood.

"Blossom agrees!"

That's right, we've decided to no longer hide the girls' real names from Aurora, as no matter whether she becomes my woman or not, she will be our alchemist moving forward for certain.

"Ayame doesn't agree. She was sold as a slave. If she were allowed to choose, she would've left the slave building alone." Ayame responds while mimicking Blossom's speech pattern.

The new girl of the team mercilessly calls out her bullshit. "Aurora thinks that Ayame doesn't mean that, at least not anymore. Not with her earlier display. What was it she said again?

'Quinlan, I don't deserve your beautiful words… for I'm a bitch!' or something along these lines." Aurora simply murdered her in cold blood and then went back to enjoying her chocolate dessert as if nothing had happened.

Was she always this ruthless?

"Urgh!" Ayame grunts like someone who had received a punch to the gut.

"Miss Aurora is so good with words! Blossom also wanted to defend Master but she couldn't think of a good retort!" Blossom says while looking at her with big, wide eyes full of amazement, not at all realizing that both girls were mimicking her third person speech pattern. I wouldn't say that they did it in a mocking manner, though.

Instead, they were poking fun at her extreme airhead nature in a positive, lighthearted way.

Aurora chuckles and pats her head, "thank you, you beyond adorable creature, but please just call me Aurora. Also, here." She states and then moves a spoonful of her chocolate towards Blossom's mouth, who happily bites down on her unexpected gift with a big chomp.

It's good to see that I won't have to worry about the newcomer not fitting in with the established members.

Knowing that the innkeepers are not exactly available at the moment we decided to clean up our mess ourselves, after which Aurora returned to her work and I took my two slaves to get their collars swapped.

I must pat myself on the back, because both of them look extremely hot in my chosen ones. Much sexier than the bulky, out-of-place iron collar.

We washed ourselves at a bath house on the way back- much to my and Blossom's regret they had no mixed gender baths- and then found ourselves in our rooms.

"Master… Blossom wants to receive Master's affection, but she is just so tired…" Blossom states dejectedly while fighting desperately to keep her pupils open.

Sadly, I understand why this is the case. She worked the hardest during this mission, and the fact that I fingered her until she squirted a whole riverful of lady-juices doesn't help her energy reserves either.

"You've done excellently today, so sleep tight for now. We can make up for lost time tomorrow." I state and kiss her on the forehead, after which she nods, then jumps into the bed and instantly falls asleep.

She was completely exhausted, huh.

I look towards the only conscious girl in the room, one who is visibly squirming. "Well, it's just the two of us now."

"What are you scheming?!" Ayame yelps worriedly. She knows something is coming, something she won't have the power to avoid.

I smirk mischievously. "As you must remember, we had a bet that said, should I win, which I did, you would sleep in my arms for a night, and I said today is the day. But then, I thought to myself that I want to also hold you while wearing something specific, because I know that if I leave the choice to you, you will get into the bed with trousers, and long shirt on. Maybe even in a leather jacket."

Not waiting for a response, I reach into my bag and pull out her sexy, pink nightgown that is barely see-through, just enough to be tasteful and not overly slutty. At least, in my opinion. Hers will probably differ slightly.

"This is my second gift to you, Ayame. Use it to your heart's content." I hand it over to the girl who is completely stunned, eyeing the attire as if it were some horrible alien fabrication meant to destroy her body and soul.

"Q-Quinlan, what is this?!" She cries, utterly terrified.

"A night dress. A noble girl like you must've had at least a dozen of them, no?"

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