What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy?

I had to pull the unconscious girl off of me and lay her back on the couch before I tidied up myself.

Emilia was watching me set the Trasif down in amusement, "So do you like her? You could take her back home as a bed warmer if you want."

I rolled my eyes, "I already have someone who does that, so no thanks."

"Nothing wrong with adding more. And if it gets too cramped, just get a bigger bed."

I was actually a little curious how much the slaves cost so I turned to Aisha, "What's her price?"

She perked up, "Oh! For Lia? She's currently priced at twelve thousand Creas. Are you interested in purchasing her?"

Twelve thousand Creas… That's almost all the money that I currently have saved up…

Well, I was only interested to know how much she costs and not actually buying her anyway. Sure, she was a little attractive but it's not like I have a lack of attractive girls around me in the first place.

Besides… I don't need a slave like her in the first place.

I shook my head, "Mmm… I'm sorry but at that price, I'm not interested."

I could see Emilia rolling her eyes at the side because she probably knew that money wasn't the issue here and I was just plain not interested in Lia.

Aisha seemed disappointed by my answer before perking up again, "In that case, how about the other slaves here? Do any of them catch your eye?"

I looked around the room at the other slaves but none of them really got my attention.

Before I could say anything though, one of the male Mahuns that had been busy fucking a slave in the corner of the room spoke up, "I'll take it from here Aisha. You can go back downstairs."

The Nyarel turned to him, "I… I hear and obey, Master Ivar."

She bowed to him before leaving through the door we had entered from, prompting the guy who spoke up to pull out from his slave and turn towards us, still naked.

If I heard Aisha's words right, this guy should be the owner of this store.

He came up to us and stuck out his hand, "Good day! Name's Ivar, the owner of this place and the trainer of these slaves!"

I looked down at his hand, spotting a few wet spots on it that were probably sexual fluids.

"Nice to meet you… Although you'll have to forgive me for not shaking your hand or giving my name," I curtsied.

He looked down at his own hand, as though only just realising that there was something on it and wiped it on his bare chest.

"Oh, hahaha! Forgive me! Sometimes I just forget myself! Anyway, there's no need to give me your name, I already know you are the young miss of the Nilm Family! And of course, the lady beside you is none other than Miss Emilia, captain of the Floating Pussy!"

I'm not even that surprised that he knows since we weren't exactly hiding our identities and Mother practically paraded us through the streets yesterday. I'm pretty sure anyone who's a somebody would have already heard the news about us.

He continued, "I just wanted to say that I am honoured that such two fine ladies would visit my store! I couldn't help but witness how Lady Nilm had bested Lia completely in sex and was wondering if you would like to have a round with me?"

"... I'm not into guys."

"Ah, that's a shame. No worries, it was just a small curiosity on my part," He assured me, waving his hand casually before clasping them together. "So! Since you've expressed your disinterest in Lia, may I suggest Frehtia over there instead?"

He gestured to a futa Mahun seated on another couch, the slave giving us a shy wave when she noticed that we were looking at her.

"She has both bedroom and combat skills so you can use her as both your guard and night companion! Do you want to try her out?" Ivar asked.

Frehtia opened her legs and reached her hand down to spread open her sex temptingly while also revealing that her pole was also fully erect at the moment.

"Mmm… I'm good… I think Lia has already satisfied me for today in that regard… And also I already have people warming my bed so I'm not looking for a slave for that."

"I see. In that case, I'm afraid the slaves here will not interest you, Lady Nilm. Would you like to check out the slaves on the bottom floor instead?"

I gave him a look, "Do you mean the criminal slaves that you have kept in the basement floor?"

"That's right, I have a few of them that I personally trained myself. You don't need to worry about them slacking off or even giving you bad attitudes! I can guarantee you that!"

Funny how apparently you don't even need to worry about them escaping or even committing another crime, though I suppose the collar should take care of such worries in the first place.

I gave Emilia a look and she shrugged, showing that she would let me decide instead.

I turned back to Ivar and nodded, "Alright, let me see them then."

"Perfect! Right this way!" He laughed, already walking towards the door.

Eh?

Wait a minute… Are you really just going to go out like that? You're still naked, you know?

I didn't even get to point that out before he reached the door and opened it, holding it there for us.

Emilia and I shared a glance but just decided to go with it. Maybe this was something normal around here.

Sure enough, the Wrunch that had been guarding the door barely reacted to his boss's lack of apparel and simply reached for a coat that had been left hanging on a wall to pass it over to Ivar.

"Oh! Did I do it again?" The slave trainer asked.

"Yes, Master Ivar… You forgot to dress yourself again."

"Haha! Well, I have important guests with me now so I can be forgiven for something like this!"

"You say that almost every other time, Master Ivar."

"Oh come on Brody! This time they're seriously important guests ok? Either of them could completely--"

"If they are really that important, Master Ivar, perhaps it's best not to talk about them right in front of them," The Wrunch cautioned, picking up the box that he had stored our deposit in.

Ivar turned back and saw us standing behind him, his eyes widening like he just realised we were still there.

Is this guy really alright?

The Wrunch slave named Brody took out the two silver coins and handed it back to Emilia.

"I know Master Ivar looks like this, but he's quite a proficient slave trainer. He's just a little absent-minded outside of training slaves," He told us without any prompting from us.

Without waiting for a response, he returned to the door leading downstairs and opened it for us.

Ivar grinned and gave his Wrunch slave a smack on the arm, "Gee! What would I do without you, Brody? You're a lifesaver!"

"I thank you for the praise, Master Ivar, but before you start going on about my virtues, I suggest not to keep your two important guests waiting."

"Hahaha! I got it, I got it! I'm not dumb! But seriously though! Maybe I should try and set you up with an Amrap girl, you're really hardworking and serious, plus you've got all these muscles too. If you smiled a little more, maybe I can--"

"Master Ivar…"

"Ah! Right, right! I'm going, I'm going!"

The slave trainer descended the stairs quickly while beckoning to us. Is this guy really alright?

Emilia frowned at the Wrunch, "He's not going to absentmindedly mix up untrained criminal slaves or worse, uncollar them, is he?"

"You need not worry about that, Miss Emilia. Our master may make a lot of mistakes but he has never failed in training slaves before. Of that, I can assure you."

Emilia didn't look too convinced but shrugged and descended the stairs after Ivar who was humming a tune to himself.

I followed after her and we soon reached the main floor of the building again.

I was wondering where the stairs leading down to the basement was until he opened the back door and led us outside of the building.

From there, it was a short walk to the side before we came across a hatch in the ground that he opened up to reveal a staircase leading downwards.

Ah, so that's where it was.

However, just as I was about to take the first step inside, I suddenly felt a chill at the back of my neck, almost like as if someone was watching me from behind with a little bit of killing intent mixed in.

When I turned around to find the source, however, the feeling disappeared almost immediately.

Did I imagine that?

If I didn't… Then who?

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